Smagically Speaking

Golden Spiral of Liquid Light

2008-04-10T01:36:00.001-04:00

The world is in need of our light now more than ever.
There is a way we can be of service.
A great increase in cosmic frequency is coming on to the earth plane right now.
Some have been feeling the the bodily 'pressure'; brief fevers; aches and foggieness,
symptoms of a need to recalibrate our systems on all levels - physical; spiritual; emotional and mental.
In order to raise our vibrational rate to be able to absorb these frequencies which are of great benefit to our earthbound physical selves and the Earth, we need to activate our systems. There are several ways to accomplish this. One way that has been shown to me is the following:

Stand comfortably, feet apart; take 3 cleansing breaths
Visualize a golden spiral of liquid light moving counterclockwise about a foot over your head.
As you continue to breathe consciously bring the golden spiral slowly into your crown chakra allow it to enter your head at the very top middle.
Feel the golden liquid spiral of light begin to flow down into your head down to the back of the neck into the spinal column.
Continue breathing and bringing the golden spiral completely into your spine
feel it saturate your cerebrospinal fluid.
This fluid surrounds your central nervous system
as the fluid becomes activated with golden light spiraling through
it will trigger an increase in vibrational frequency.
This activation will affect your entire body through the nervous system into every cell and molecule.
You may experience a tingling sensation.
The spiral is not flat... the spiral is endless.
The Golden Spiral of Liquid Light is actually made of countless tiny golden spirals which are made of even more and so on. They spin counterclockwise.
This is cosmic energy free for the having.
There are many ways this process can be used.
Increased clarity and awareness are some of the benefits.
Perhaps this can serve you for now.
More to come...

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Moving Through

2008-03-12T14:18:00.000-04:00

Let's just start here. On a recent evening in a beautiful setting in Altadena ,California, a community gathered to pray and meditate for a beloved member at the threshold of his transition. It's said that illness is a teacher and the journey through illness is the lesson.
Perhaps.
I believe that the illness is not for one individual, but for the constellation of beings around the one who becomes ill. The process of coming to know the illness and what changes it brings to ones way of living and relating to the world is the true measure of healing.
So many hearts have opened and good thoughts expressed.
If we pay attention and stay connected we heal in tremendous ways.

The Other Voice

2008-02-11T20:23:00.000-05:00

I came in from the freezing wind this afternoon, lit a fire and found these words -

by Mary Oliver.....
It doesn't have to be the blue iris, it could be weeds in a vacant lot or a few small stones; just pay attention, then patch a few words together and don't try to make them elaborate, this isn't a contest but the doorway into thanks, and a silence in which another voice may speak.

About 4 years ago in late July I spent a perfect-sun-shiny-breezy-clear-blue-sky-day with Y. at a lake in Marin, California .

We walked slowly and fell into that comfortable, meditative silence that comes so easily out in nature.

About half way round the lake we found a bench right at the edge of the water and sat. The sun on the water caught the ripples left by a family of ducks swimming. The bouncing light was dazzling and hypnotic. One of the baby ducks separated from the group, swam straight towards us waddled out of the water and stood right at our feet. The ducklings' head cocked to one side as if to say "hey, what'cha doin'?", he lingered for a bit then swam back out to the group. Within a few minutes it came right back to us, and tipped it's downy head again. The tiny duckling repeated this routine several times, as if weaving a thread back and forth between us and the flickering golden light on the lake. It was at this point that dear Y. broke the sacred silence and asked "...what must we owe, what responsibility do we hold for the privilege of enjoying so much beauty?"

To which was answered, in a voice that came out of my mouth, yet from a far greater Source than my own head "The ONLY responsibility is to 'in JOY' it fully, carry the frequency of this experience deeply in your SELF. Remember this feeling, always. Know it. Share it. Because there is a tendency to fear and lack developing in the world and we need witnesses to this Other way of being."
We sat in dazed silence for a while then made our way back to the car never really talking about what happened.
Flash forward about 10 days...
I awoke in the middle of the night and sat straight up in bed, the face of an old friend I hadn't spoken to in over 10 years, clear in my mind. I walked over to my computer and googled his name. At least 2 pages of results came up, I sent an e mail to one of the addresses. Within minutes I received a response. M. was in Baghdad working with an NGO, the situation had become too dangerous for him to continue his work there and he had been trying to get out safely for several days, unsure if he would be able to get out at all. M. was in a very dark state of mind. I listened quietly as he shared a horrific story with me, followed by a heartbreaking silence. Having nothing else I began to tell him about our day at the lake in Marin. I spoke each detail carefully, wanting so much to share with him the full experience of that day. Another long silence and then a shift happened. M thanked me for "bringing much needed light into his dark corner of the world". The next day he made it out of Iraq to a safer place.

Indeed, I step aside, trust, and the 'other' voice does speak....

Real Magic

Okay, Here I go

2008-02-04T09:36:00.001-05:00

I started to write this page 2 weeks ago, then stopped for this reason and that. Knowing I would be able to do it when it felt just right, like now.
This little space in the web is a pocket for my moments of inspiration. Not gushy, lofty ideas about it but the actual experience of being inspired by the world around me in real and 'extra ordinary' ways.

I moved to New York (Harlem) from Los Angeles (Echo Park) last summer.
Why ... remains to be discovered.

Last week I was riding the 3 train back to Harlem from Brooklyn, around 9 or 10 Saturday night. I found my self in a car with a group of 7 very lively teenagers. They were loud, boisterous, intimidating, and there was only one 'other' passenger in the car. I had my flash of "fight or flight' self protective thoughts, then just as easily
switched to being in the moment, actually being in their moment. At that point everything shifted. I relaxed and allowed my self to see them - beautiful, healthy youth, using their bodies as much as their voices to communicate their wonder and excitement. Shouting punching, dancing and laughing. I started grinning 'from ear to ear' and found my self smiling directly at the biggest boy in the group, well over 6 feet tall and very fit. He smiled back with so much light in his eyes. I felt inspired. As I stepped off the train at 125th street I gently reminded them to "take care of each other". We need them.
Real Magic.