Tuesday, March 30, 2010
"It is but your choice. You can tarry here under this cloud of despair, holding onto this work of yours you hold so dear, adding onto it as you do, collecting more and more as time goes by. But there will come a time when you will have had enough of carrying around your burden, when more light will penetrate the cloud and reach into your mind, a gift from others who have made the climb.
"And the path will always be here, as long as there is a valley to fly from, where I will await patiently.
Excerpt from "The Valley"
Sunday, March 28, 2010
"Man Facing Southeast" is one of my favorite spirtual movies. It is about this enigmatic, Christ-like figure who mysteriously appears in an insame asylum playing Back on the organ. This new patient, Ramos, quickly challenges the head doctor's sense of reality and what is sane and insane. Everyday, Ramos, stands and receives communication from the creator and he, in turn, sends back communication. He claims he is a hologram projected by the creator, and that many other agents have been sent, with many forgetting their identities by being swept away by the senses. This scene shows this lovely enthusiasm and not caring what other people think--symptoms of being in alignment of who one really is.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
This is one of my favorite films as it is a visual journey between the techno world and the world of Nature. It is a reminder that, while technology offers wonderful things, it is seductive and destructive when out of balance. It is like the mind--both technology and the mind are good servants but not masters. Technology is a tool, but it is mastering our children who are ever-plugged in, and thus threatens our future. It is not what I choose. I choose a life in balance, to walk in appreciation of the glory of our natural world. And that is the world I choose to live in.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
This is a story about a king Who lived in a marvelous castle,
Full of intricate passage ways,
Rooms and halls.
This castle had five gates
And each day upon awakening,
The king would send forth his ministers
Out into the world through these five gates,
Searching for the king’s beloved lost queen.
And each night he would await their return.
Yet never did they come.
Then one day,
After shutting the five gates,
He heard a cry--
One he had heard before
But had chosen to ignore.
Sometimes it was a wail,
At other times a wimple,
And sometimes just a sigh.
However, this time he followed,
And down he went
Past all the chandeliered halls.
Into the darkness,
Until he could smell
The stench of the dungeons.
And behind a locked cell
A boy he saw.
And the boy looked at him
Free me, father.
I want to come home.
And the king opened the cell.
With the boy in hand;
They ascended to the king’s throne.
And the king said:
Sit upon the throne;
For only suffering
Have I caused this court.
And the boy did.
The boy called forth new ministers
And told them to go into the world,
And through the five gates they went.
And the king and the boy awaited their return.
To the king’s amazement they returned,
Their eyes wide with joy.
And walking behind them
The king’s beloved queen.
And the three ruled together as One.
Janaka was such a king.
And each morning
Sight would fly from his eyes
Smell would grab from his nose
Taste would drip from his mouth
Hearing await in his ears
And feeling would reach through his skin.
And nothing he learned of the world.
Until he shut down the senses
And journeyed past the glittering of the mind,
Following the sorrow,
Down past the stench of the guilt of wrong doings.
Until he found the Innocent One
Awaiting patiently in the darkness.
And when the Innocent One
Returned to consciousness,
Janaka truly saw
and truly felt.
And truly learned of the world.
For he found his Beloved within it all!