"Each of you is his
own universe, and your inner and outer realities regularly form your
very own Hall of Mirrors." ~The Reconnections.
March, 2006
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Rite of Passage
Club Recon
Seattle met for the last time in our Kirkland Office. And I must
say that it choked me up a bit. Henceforth, the local meetings will
return to Nina's front room (in her new condo by the beach). We met at
Nina's before I moved to this office, and now we seem to be called to go
"home." In many ways, the Recon Fellowship (in the physical) has been
her baby, to tend and to enjoy along with me. And last night, as we
gathered in our closing circle, we formed a ring around the "sacred space"
part of the room.........where my Bodywork is done, and where the centering
piece for our meetings usually is.
It
was in this circled space that my Shaman friends Antron and Aum-Rak held
hands and bound up some of the "he and she" wounds that they both
carry.......wounds that were activated a bit when they conducted a joint
Workshop on Neo-Shamans in 2004. And the joining of that energy, no
matter how brief, created a healing vortex that has moved through all my
sessions since then. In many ways, ALL healing involves the binding up
of those wounds that exist between the masculine and feminine within.
It was also in this office that I discovered and
fell in love with Chehala, the Crystal City.
You can see her clearly (when the clouds depart) as you drive down the
street to get to our office complex. There have been so many days,
beautiful days, when I wanted to just keep going....into the air, and fly
right into that city! All I needed was a healthy dose of
FLUBBER, to put on my car, and into the air I
could rise. And indeed, a part of me often does! Before
moving here, I never considered the
Olympic Mountains........and
now they are an extremely important part of my inner landscape.
I laughed last night, as I recalled for the group
my first Channeling Meeting in this office, back in 2003. The topic
was Extraterrestrials, and it was the first time I channeled Recon Santar
for a group. Prior to the meeting, the toilets in the ladies room
overflowed, and I ended up channeling in concert with the sound of a Roto-Rooter
machine downstairs. Deep inside myself, I knew there was a
metaphorical significance there! It's all metaphorical, isn't
it? And it can all be personalized. In order to be effective in
this new location........I had to do some inner "rooting," to release
hesitancies and open passageways......and it has benefited me greatly.
And now, this office complex has clearly said to me: "You're done
here. It's time to move on." And it has done so gently, and with
great affection.
My definition of
"office" needs to expand. I need to take the walls down, and make the
WORLD my office. I don't know what that will look like, but it needs
to happen. More travel? Yes, I believe so. And some new
projects as well. My two compadres, Tom and Teri, will become the new
parents for Myo-Rehab Therapy Associates. The Rehab part of Recon Inc.
continues on, in capable hands. And I will work there whenever I can.
I love my clients......and will see them often. But the NEED for me to
be there........the NECESSITY of it.......is changing. I AM changing.
And I am very intrigued to see what will congeal within that newly created
space that is forming within me.
The populace of
Club Recon Seattle is always in flux. People come, people go, and more
come to take their place. It's very metaphorical for the energies
moving in me.
Here
is a picture of Grampa Carl, as he shares about his own Shamanic Healing
Experience. I have spoken often of him. My 86 year old wonder
boy. Those hands are ancient, and they're big........like king crabs.
I have often said that I'd like to write a book about him, and call it "Grampa's
Hands." That couch was present in two of my other offices......the
remaining half of a matching set.
In
some ways, we are coming full circle........like returning to Nina's house
for our sharing meetings. In other ways, a vast new frontier seems to
be opening before us. The Clans and Tribes are forming--both inside
and outside. Oh, and our "Wizard" showed up again last
night......Michael. One of these days, I'll remember to bring a
camera......so y'all can see him. He's a beaut! He was a shrink,
years ago........until he discovered his true roots. And they're
definitely his roots........both in appearance and in substance. He's
the genuine article.
And
so.......the doorways are moving again. It's a fine
synthesis........the article below (on decaying structures) and this
story.........of transitions and rites of passage. And the beat goes
on, carrying me and all my interested cohorts into a fine jungle dance of
romance.
April 1, 2006.
Decaying Structures
A friend e-mailed me
these links (see below).........and the pictures contained within are
pretty darned fantastic. They take us into the catacombs of old
state institutions and structures.........which is very activating for
working with Shadow Aspects of human consciousness. For
Imagineers, these sorts
of things are inspiring, and serve as SPRINGBOARDS into those sides of
nature that long to be harmonized and integrated with the rest of All
That Is. Many of the souls who walked these halls now walk the
corridors of 4D, looking to find a way back IN. With strong
intention, willingness, and humility.........they surely will find that
way!
This is a good example:
http://www.opacity.us/gallery66_thorazine_dream.htm
These structures and the
institutionalized thinking that created them are today exhibited in
shopping malls and urban sprawl housing developments.
My thanks to AC for thinking of us!
Well Done, British Airways!
This scene took place on a BA flight between Johannesburg, South Africa and London, England.
A white woman, about 50 years old, was seated next to a black man.
Obviously disturbed by this, she called the air hostess.
"You obviously do not see it then?" she responded. "You placed me next to a
black man. I do not agree to sit next to someone from such a repugnant
group. Give me an alternative seat."
"Be calm please," the hostess replied. Almost all the places on this flight
are taken. I will go to see if another place is available."
The hostess went away and then came back a few minutes later.
"Madam, just as I thought, there are no other available seats in the Economy
Class. I spoke to the captain and he informed me that there is also no seat
in the Business Class. All the same, we still have one place in the First Class."
Before the woman could say anything, the hostess continued.
"It is not usual for our company to permit someone from the Economy Class to
sit in the First Class. However, given the circumstances, the captain feels
that it would be scandalous to make someone sit next to someone sooooo disgusting."
She turned to the black guy, and said, "Therefore, Sir, if you would like
to, please collect your hand luggage, a seat awaits you in First Class."
At that moment, the other passengers, who'd been shocked by what they had
just witnessed, stood up and applauded.
This is a true story.
WELL DONE, British Airways!
Hugo Weaving as "V" in the new
movie "V for Vendetta"
"V" is
for Verrrrry Interesting..........
Very interesting, and very intense.
"V for Vendetta."
I enjoyed this movie. It's very comic-booky.......and has some
dazzling themes to it. Set in the future---it focuses more on
Great Britain and the E.U. than America. According to this
account, America has long since fallen into chaos and confusion.
Everything is under a kind of "martial law," and there is a nasty
Chancellor, played by John Hurt, and lots of curfews, regulations, and
not a lot of cheer.
"V" is the Hero/Terrorist (we have a hard time
figuring out which)........who is not only pursuing his own revenge for
injustices done to him in a Government Containment Camp, but he is also
bucking this tight-assed social system---with a lot of "Batman" like
capers, including blowing up high profile installations, etc. and
threatening to topple the system if someone doesn't stop him from doing
it. Natalie Portman has a saucy role, where she gets to shave her
head (which doesn't stop her from looking adorable at all)......and she
ends up being his co-conspirator in the process.
Of particular interest is the obvious quote,
that sort of surrounds the whole story........spoken by "V" and lived
out in the plot. It says:
"People should not be afraid of
their Governments. Governments should be afraid of
their people."
My friend Nina overheard someone wrangling
about politics the other day, complaining that kids in 2006 seem to be a
lot more complacent about politics these days than back in his day (the
60s). He said: "I don't know what's wrong with these kids
today. By age 20 in my life......I had already marched in Alabama,
picketed the Washington Capitol, and been politically involved at
several levels. These kids today don't seem to care. They've never
known strife, living in opulence, and they accept things without
question.
Personally, my feeling is that today's kids
REALIZE, on some level, that mere marching and protesting is not really
what works, in the long haul. After all.........we went through
the 60s, and Viet Nam, and here we are again, right?
Methinks that our newly "upgraded" Next Generations will approach this
thing from an entirely new angle. I can't quite outline what it is
yet, but I feel it will be far more innovative and effective than what
came before. Meanwhile, the kids in France are certainly having
their say these days, yes?
The Reconnections keep telling us:
"Focus on what you want, not on what you don't want." Perhaps the
answer here is NOBODY SHOULD BE AFRAID...........eh? People or
Governments (which are made up of people, are they not?)...........
The movie is worth it. Go have a look
see. And if you want to leg up on what the New Kids are saying
these days, you might want to go have a peek at the newly opened
www.indigoinfusion.com .
It's author and developer, Alexander Young, is quite hot......and on the
ball with some of these New Kid ideas. That's another
recommendation, if you're in the mood.
EDUCATING THE
KING
(from Monty
Python and the Holy Grail, 1975)
King
Arthur: Old woman.
Dennis:
Man.
King
Arthur: Man, sorry. What knight lives in
that castle over there?
Dennis:
I'm 37.
King
Arthur: What?
Dennis:
I'm 37. I'm not old.
King
Arthur: Well I can't just call you "man".
Dennis:
Well you could say "Dennis".
King
Arthur: I didn't know you were called
Dennis.
Dennis:
Well you didn't bother to find out did you?
King
Arthur: I did say sorry about the "old
woman", but from behind you looked...
Dennis:
What I object to is you automatically treat me like
an inferior.
King
Arthur: Well I am king.
Dennis:
Oh, king eh? Very nice. And how'd you get that, eh?
By exploiting the workers. By hanging on to outdated
imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and
social differences in our society.
King
Arthur: I am your king.
Woman:
Well I didn't vote for you.
King
Arthur: You don't vote for kings.
Woman:
Well how'd you become king then?
[Angelic
music plays... ]
King
Arthur: The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad
in the purest shimmering samite held aloft Excalibur
from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine
providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur.
THAT is why I am your king.
Dennis:
[interrupting] Listen, strange
women lyin' in ponds distributin' swords is no basis
for a system of government. Supreme executive power
derives from a mandate from the masses, not from
some farcical aquatic ceremony.
Dennis:
Oh, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive
power just because some watery tart threw a sword at
you.
Dennis:
Oh but if I went 'round sayin' I was Emperor, just
because some moistened bint lobbed a scimitar at me,
they'd put me away.
Dennis:
Come and see the violence inherent in the system.
Help! Help! I'm being repressed!
King
Arthur: Bloody peasant!
Dennis:
Oh, what a giveaway! Did you hear that? Did you hear
that, eh? That's what I'm on about! Did you see him
repressing me? You saw him, Didn't you?
Sir
Bedevere: ...and that, my liege, is how we
know the Earth to be banana shaped.
King
Arthur: This new learning amazes me, Sir
Bedevere. Explain again how sheep's bladders may be
employed to prevent earthquakes.
So
long, SUPER lady! Your Superman is waiting to receive you.
Dana Reeve--transitioned at age 44.
Way
to go, Jon boy!
Jon Stewart
Awesome Host of the 78th
Annual Academy Awards!
HAND OF HOPE (and
Gratitude)
A picture began circulating in November. It should be
"The Picture of the Year," or perhaps,
"Picture of the Decade." It won't be. In fact,
unless you obtained a
copy of the
US paper which
published, you probably would never have seen it. The
picture is that of a 21-week-old unborn baby named
Samuel Alexander Armas, who is being
operated on by surgeon named Joseph Bruner. The
baby was diagnosed with spina bifida and would not survive
if removed from his mother's womb. Little
Samuel's mother, Julie Armas, is an obstetrics
nurse in
Atlanta. She knew of Dr.Bruner's remarkable
surgical procedure. Practicing at
Vanderbilt
University
Medical
Center in
Nashville, he
performs these special operations while the baby is still in
the
womb.
During the procedure, the doctor removes the uterus via
C-section and makes
a small incision to operate on the baby. As Dr. Bruner
completed the surgery on Samuel, the little guy
reached his tiny, but fully developed
hand through the incision and firmly grasped the surgeon's
finger. Dr. Bruner was reported as saying that
when his finger
was grasped, it was the most emotional moment of
his life, and that for an instant
during the procedure he was just frozen, totally immobile.
The
photograph captures this
amazing event with perfect clarity.
The editors titled the picture, "Hand of Hope." The
text
explaining the
picture begins,
"The tiny hand of 21-week-old fetus
Samuel Alexander Armas emerges from the mother's
uterus to grasp the finger of
Dr. Joseph Bruner as if
thanking the doctor for the gift of life."
Little Samuel's mother said they "wept for days" when
they saw the picture. She said, "The
photo reminds us pregnancy isn't about disability or
an illness, it's about a little person." Samuel was born in
perfect health, the operation 100 percent
successful. Incredible.
THE BURN
Here we are again,
SMACK DAB in the middle of
THE BURN!
Will this ever let up? A time of centering, feeling internally
motivated and committed to the next phases of the process---followed by
that relentless feeling of needing to curl up and go to sleep for hours
and hours. I truly feel excited about life, and motivated IN MY
SPIRIT..........though, as the Apostle Paul was often heard to say:
"The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak."
How to get through this? How to cope?
The Recons have the sneakiest way of getting messages to me, when my
defenses are up. (You know......defenses..........like in
"Don't talk to me now, I'm busy suffering!") What do they do?
They send somebody else who is suffering MORE, and they stimulate that
person to ask me questions about how to handle suffering.
Naturally, I want to help.......(even if I don't want to give up MY OWN
suffering just now, thank you).....so I open my channel and see what
comes forth. The energy of that process deflects the focus away
from ME just enough so the Guides can send through EXACTLY what WE BOTH
need to hear. Learning by reflection. So sneaky! So
effective!
This whole idea of seeing my world as bits and
pieces of me is excellent. I let the energy do the inclining, and
I move with it as best I can. And out flow the lessons. If I
look at each person and situation as a snapshot of some aspect of me, I
can get ALL KINDS of intimate views of myself---without even trying.
Today, I was walking up the hill by the King
County Courthouse in Seattle. I had some business regarding my
Guardianship Papers for my elder son (he's developmentally
special)......and I observed a young woman on the street, going from
person to person, asking for money. As far as I was concerned,
TODAY was not her day! She had just approached this nice
woman who had put a dollar in her hand, and we all stopped at the
corner, waiting for the light. When she asked me for money, I felt
to say no. Though I often reach and give--today was frenetic, and
I was just not in the mood. My scrooge side won out. After a few
tries, the girl moved on.
Without going into the internal guilt trips
and rebellious struggles these kinds of situations can generate in my
monkey mind, I can say that I was even more fascinated by what happened
after the girl left. The "nice lady" who gave her the dollar
turned to me and said: "We're blest." I smiled and said
back: "Yes, indeed." And then I followed that with:
"Wow. It's wild down here today." (I had just wound my way
through some of the weirdest traffic in Seattle) and landed in front of
a rescue mission/emergency center. I had thirty minutes (before
the meter ran out) to get to the courtroom, file some papers, and get
back before I got a ticket. That's all the time the meter gives ya.
She didn't respond, but looked away and walked on.
I pondered her statement: "We're blest," and I
started thinking: "Oh thanks, lady. Make me feel like a shit
for not donating.........."
But then, something else also occurred to me.
She could just as easily be saying that ALL OF US are blest: her,
myself, AND this young girl. We're each blest in our own way, and
we're also the blessers. In fact, we are the CREATORS of our
experience.........100% of the time. Now THERE'S a turn on the
common interpretation for this situation.
Philosophically, I'm all over the place about
these folks who ask for money on the street. Sometimes, I
fantasize that they leave their "post" at the end of a hard day, and
sneak 'round the corner and get into a Mercedes! In fact, I read a
report on that somewhere. Some guy was standing by the freeway
onramp, saying: "Help me, I'm homeless" and he turned out to be
making $150 thou a year, tax free! Right on! Nice work if
you can get it. (Well......not really) As a matter of fact,
I hear that some of these "spots" where they stand actually BELONG to
them, and they are bequeathed, as a legacy, when they retire or move
on..........just like fine china.
There are times when I pull money out of my
pocket and approach unfortunate looking folks, just because Spirit says
to do it. And sometimes, an inner voice declares: "Not now.
We have other lessons in store today........ for HER and YOU." The
blest part came to me tonight........and the newest lesson........when I
paused to ask: "What part of ME (my battered, confused feminine
self) is standing on some street corner (in consciousness), asking THE
REST OF ME for support? And what support is the rest of me willing
to give her?"
Ah yes, THE BURN. It feels like its
gonna last awhile. We may need to think about getting ourselves some
asbestos underwear.
March 1, 2006
