We Are the Angels

We are the angels we were waiting for.

We were all seeing it. Moving into the light. The White Light. Our future and our freedom. Then the day came when the bomb was dropped and we knew it was all over. 

We were moving into Fluidity. It had been coming for a while. We were experienced at losing form. It was a new skill that had been taught to us by the ancients and the elders and all those who came before us. Nothing new to it, really. 

We could dissolve time and split space within our physical bodies. It was a tearing open and a tearing apart. Like melting snowflakes. Trillions of tiny crystals breaking down and shifting. Icicles, particles, tears and fears. That's what we boiled down to.

Worlds were moving in and out of themselves, Twisting and churning into cosmic butter and silky smooth slides in deep space. We called them black holes and negative landscape. Except we took it to mean in a bad way when really it was referring to becoming so fully charged you entirely lose your self.  And with that you wake up and are delivered back into the warm bosom of the infinite whole once again. Forever.  Abstract. A thought. A stream of consciousness. The drop in the ocean. One small, short beautiful cycle of breath.  We were teasing ourselves and pulling back.  The time, we knew, it would come.  

Breath

Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat.
My shoulder is against yours.
You will not find me in stupas, not in Indian shrine rooms,
not in synagogues, nor in cathedrals:
not in masses, nor kirtans, not in legs
winding around your own neck, 
nor in eating nothing but vegetables
When you really look for me, you will see me instantly -
you will find me in the tiniest house of time.
Kabir says: Student, tell me, what is God?
He is the breath inside the breath.

Kabir
translated by Robert Bly
"Risking Everything: 110 Poems of Love and Revelation"
edited by Roger Housden

So Here We Are. Falling Back into Shakti.

Aha. That just happened.

We unravelled our life in the UK. Our perfectly comfortable, well adjusted, what some might even consider 'well to do' life, and sold it down the river.

We have been guided by Light. Listening into it's silent nightly whispers upon a full moon.  

What do you want with me? I ask during prayer and communion.

The Natural World answers:

Watch me as I move . Watch me as I grow.

Lay with me when I am quiet. Pour with me when I fall.

Somersault with me when I tumble. Rolling wave upon wave upon wave. 

Call it whatever you may, in every dialect.

But watch me as I move and see how I grow.

Ripen, as do I

and wither when I do.

And with answers like that...well.

Listen to your prayers. Hear them speak to you. Telling you what to do. The message is being broadcast 24-7. It's on auto loop. Your job is to get yourself back into resonance. You are noise. You are the humm. You are the universal drone. Listen to yourself speak. You are the creative manifest of being. The world is literally at your fingertips. Press them together lightly. Close that circuit. Feel the Mudra-Message. 

What is it you wanted?

Touch upon it. Gently. And literally. Activate Trust. You KNOW what you are. 

Soar, fly, dance, dive. Burn. And be Reborn. 

Peace xo

We Are God

This vast plane of existence that we arrive into, Planet Earth, is the incubator of all life, as we know it. We are the hatchlings, the seeds, that germinate and explode with our god given wisdom, light and beauty.

Our purpose here is to perpetuate life and creation. That is all. 

Q: If we know our vastness why would we choose to arrive into these seemingly smallness, this complication and suffering.If we are god why would we choose to be anything smaller?

A: There is no smallness in our purest sense. That is only a concept we use in this realm.

Q: There is no greatness either , then? 

A: Yes, in a sense. Greatness implies size, limit and restriction. There are no restrictions. As god, we are infinite, eternal, limitless. We are All.

Like your grand Oak trees or your smallest flower, You are both here in your largest conceivable image and also, within you, you are also your smallest form, Your cellular makeup, divisible in your image is infinite. You are everywhere.

Q: Why do we come here?

A: Your experience on Earth, is one of the most interesting we have encountered. It is a playground for all of your desires and creations to unfold. It is where you decide what it is you want be. No matter what that is, you are in constant perpetuation of your godliness. No matter what. Your life as you call it, is yours. It has been chosen by you. And if you try hard enough, or easily enough as we like to call it, you will remember this. All of you return home no matter what you 'make' in this life.  Your busyness is what generates creation. Your stillness is what sparks your recollection (of what you are). You are in constant interplay. Back and forth, back and forth, and we encourage you to enjoy it.

That is why you are here. To discover, and rediscover, and discover again.

Q: Discover what?

A: That is up to you. You are creating your world. You are creating your own self. You are creating god. 

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High Five Gods!

Refuge

As I am coming up from the Keleti station underground escalator I hear children. I reach the top and see there are little ones, everywhere. The passage way is filled with families, their tents and their babies are running around chasing one another, squealing and chuckling.  Fathers and mothers are playing with and singing to their children.

The first image that meets me is that of a young boy about  4 years old, pulling his baby sister, about 2, on a plastic pull-along pony she is sitting on. She has bouncy black shiny pigtails and her bunches are wrapped in matching pink elastic to her baby pink leggings. She is holding a soft, cuddly doll and they are giggling together softly in the morning sun. They could be anywhere. It is a sight you have seen many times in your own life: children playing. Light-hearted. Filled with wonder. In another world

In the evenings cinema screens are set up in the tunnels. Cartoons of Tom and Jerry are played in the underground for the children. 

These people are you and me. 

In this excruciating heat wave...we all rest, and wait.