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FEAR

Sometimes the things that inspire/awaken our creativity are not beautiful or kind, but reminders of how precious and important beauty and kindness are… This is a poetic response to the Orlando Pulse nightclub tragedy, specifically, and to the underlying catalyst of such events – the commodification of…

FEAR

Can we talk?
Beyond the political football that the latest mass shooting almost instantly became…

What kills is fear.
Not guns. Not religion.
Homophobia is fear of one’s own innate feelings. A fear that gets nurtured by a culture that fears nonconformity and otherness.
It is is a mental illness.
“Fear is the mind-killer” Frank Herbert said.

I don’t actually believe in hate,
for all this talk about haters and hate crimes.
Hate is a just form of fear.

It’s the fear we must expose.
Fear is an instinct given to us for knowing when there is clear and present danger.
Like when a lion is stalking us.
Is it?
What is really lurking in the jungle, if anything?
Who told you it was?
Are you relying on your own senses?

The darkest crime being perpetrated here
is the selling of fear.
It’s a highly successful marketing strategy.
Sell fear. Sell guns. Sell the armed militant fix.
The weapons manufacturers and defense contractors
(clever that, “defense”)
are churning out their boy toys at quite a profit.

For who else would want to be well armed but those who are most afraid?
We have armed an army of fearful people, the number of which grows every day.

It’s no longer a question of whether that is right or appropriate.  It is simply a reality.
Fight for legislation, and close that barn door,
but the horse is long gone, way on up the road.

It’s the fear we must address in the legislature
in the pulpits
in the schools
in our homes
in our hearts
Keep your frickin’ guns; turn in your fears.

Fear of guns. Fear of not having guns.
Fear of not making a profit.
Fear of losing of my piece of the pie.
Fear of nature. Fear of losing nature.
Fear of our own true nature.
Fear of our true feelings of love.

Think about that: Fear of love.
That is the clearest and most present danger
threatening us.

Take love back.

Love without fear.
That is what the manufacturers of fear
fear most.
This stockpile of weapons we have amassed
poses no threat at all
when no one feels threatened.
There is no clear and present danger
being in the presence of a Muslim, or a gay man,
or a black man, or any man or woman
who is not afraid.

Sell fear, the mind-killer.
and use every tragedy that results
as a political strategy
to deflect our attention from our own senses,
from the sensual world
that speaks to us only of what is.

How sharp are our senses?
That is at the crux of it.
Our senses have been stripped,
as Dylan sang to Mr. Tambourine Man,
Gradually, deliberately. The stars have disappeared from our sky,
which stopped being blue in the daytime,
and no one noticed because we were all working
“under the gun”
and not looking up,
giving our consent to things like drinking fluoride,
a chemical used to make concentration camp prisoners docile,
and believing we should be more afraid of bad teeth.

Let me reiterate: We have been putting neurotoxins in
Water
Three generations later,
we cannot get off our couches
even in the face of blatant corruption and cruelty;
even in the face of clear and present danger.

“They” sell it. We buy it, and sell it to each other.
We give it away for free.
Here, have some fear, I’ve got extra.
“Like” my fear on Facebook.

Attention shoppers:
Fear is a product that comes with a very high price.
It’s not organic. It’s not Fair Trade. It’s not sustainable.

Don’t buy it.

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MELLIFLUOUS

Music flows like honey
Through the universe

Sweet sound –ackermann1HR
nectar to the One
who longs to hear it

A star burns
through all its elements
to the densest – iron
before exploding

We can hear that ringing –
the death of Grandmother Supernova
giving birth to a sun

Sacred bells ring out
all over the Earth
in Her memory

Our memory
is nothing but
Her

Bees drone and make honey
Humans make bells and drums
flutes and words

We taste honey,
say, “Mmmm”
Stardust rings in our ears

The Queen of Heaven
hears Herself at last
She is harmony
She is Om

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Celtic Body Blessing

This audio piece and video was inspired by the following words.  Find the video on my YouTube Channel  It’s three and a half minutes of pure pleasure…. Hope you will enjoy it repeatedly.

Click here to listen:  Celtic Body Blessing  (It’s also available for download on my music page if you want it for keeps.)

Aine (pronounced Ana) is the Celtic Goddess of Love, Fertility and Sovereignty. . .

May your body be blessed
May you realize that your body is a   faithful and beautiful friend of your soul
May you recognize that your senses
are sacred thresholds
May you realize that holiness
is mindful gazing, mindful feeling, mindful listening, and mindful touching

May your senses always enable you
to celebrate the universe and the mystery and possibilities in your presence here
May Aine bless you
May your senses gather you
and bring you home

– Celtic Blessing


Three Music Lessons

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I went chasing after a cloud one day
I asked her for a dance
And what she gave me was no gentle sway
She was ready for a swirl
Across the vast expanse
Across the vast expanse

She picked me up and I was everywhere
Here – not here – now, over here
And when I realized I had no fear
Then suddenly she disappeared
You know how clouds can be
You know how clouds can be

She said, “We’re both dancing in the Sun,
and in the dance we are but one.
We are but One.”

One night the moon came in to my bedside
I drank her in like sweet warm milk.
And in the breeze I heard a lullaby
We stepped into a waltz of dreams
I asked her what it means,
if she knows what it means

She said, “One question takes a life to answer.
Search the world to find yourself
to know yourself.”

I met a tree upon a riverside
She asked me to sit a while
I leaned in closely to her heart
She hummed a tune that brought me home
She knew the song that was my home

She said, “We both sing the River’s song.
While life is short, the River’s long
The River’s Long.”

–Purple Hazel Green

 

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WHAT SPIDER KNOWS ABOUT THE ACCELERATION OF TIME

We feel it, we sense it, some people say it happens as we get older…. but is time acceleration a real phenomenon?  Can time truly accelerate?  If time is accelerating, does it mean that the earth is moving around the sun faster?  Will there be fewer than 24 hours in a day?

Nature is full of eloquent lessons for us,, and one of my favorites is one that Spider taught me about time and space, in terms of qualities, not quantities.  The music of time-space, which indeed defines its measurement.

Spider creates the foundations of her web by spinning lines that are attached to things in her surroundings – a rose bush branch, a fence post – all converging on a center she has already perceived.  These foundational ‘spokes’ define the space and character of the web as a whole.  Each of the spokes has its own character in terms of length and what it is influencing its movement.  As Spider is weaving these spokes, she leaves a sticky substance along the filament.  When she gets to the end of the line, she plucks it, causing it to vibrate.  It has its own tone, just like a guitar string.

Pythagoras was one mathematician/musician in a lineage of ancients who understood that when a string is plucked, there are intervals along the string that do not vibrate.  That is what gives the string’s sound its tonal character.  These harmonic intervals are so called because they are created by the overtones or natural harmonies that the string is producing.   These natural harmonic overtone intervals have a mathematical relationship to the string, so no matter what the tone, the intervals are proportional the length string.

When Spider plucks the string, that sticky substance vibrates and collects in the intervals  where the string is not vibrating.  She knows that each string has its own ‘scale’ and she is going to make use of it to build her web.  In terms of the metaphor for our galaxy, which I believe is a fractal of our universe, Spider has now set the music in motion, she has set time in motion, and now she will create space.

Spider goes back to the center of the spokes now and begins to weave a spiral out from the center by connecting  the beads that are along the spokes of the web.  She uses these beads as intersections.  Around and around in a spiral until she reaches the outer parameters of her spokes – the final beads or ‘notes’ if you will.  There is no more perfect metaphor for the nature of the fabric of timespace than that, and it is no wonder that Spider Woman, the Great Weaver, is the Creatrix in our mythopoeic imaginations.

So what can this teach us about acceleration?  Let’s take an imaginary trip on Spider’s Web from that outside point she left off from.  Let’s say we are a little microorganism that was born on that sticky bead and we go for a walk, a quest, to discover our place in this big web that looks like it started from a singularity….

We start walking along that spiral until we get to the next bead, or intersection.  It definitely feels different from the last intersection – and that’s because the nature of the spoke is different – a whole different tone or quality of experience.  Then we move on to the next bead, and we notice the same thing – it’s a completely different experience than the last two….We move along then, and it seems like we are experiencing time in a line… there is something in front of us that looks like our future and something behind us that feels like our past.  It takes a certain amount of time to reach the next bead and we are starting to get used to that timing now that we are almost all the way around.

Then eventually we get to a bead that is back on that first spoke we started from.  It’s not the same exact place, because it’s closer to the center, but since we think we are walking in a straight line, and are not aware that this line is a spiral, we don’t know we are standing on that same spoke, However, something about it feels familiar…. there is a quality about it that our body senses, because our body is receiving the vibration of that string directly….

We move on to the next spoke, and the next, and each time now we are getting a kind of “deja vu’, but it’s still a long time between beads, so we can’t really put our fingers on it.  We go around and around the spiral in this way for several cycles, until we begin to notice a couple of things:  One is that it is taking less and less time to get to the next bead than it used to, even though we are walking at the same speed.  We are also starting to notice that there is a patterns to these “old familiar feelings” we get when we reach one spoke and then another.- to the point where we can almost anticipate what the next one will be.  This is what happens when we get closer to the center, when the spiral starts to tighten up.  We start to sync up.

By now we may even discover that we are walking in a spiral and not a line.  We start to remember what this song is about, this energy – what opportunities it makes available, or what things to watch out for… So although things may appear one way, it is always important to feel what song the moment is singing to have a full understanding of where we are, to feel the resonance.

The Ancient Time Keepers –  the Maya, who left us a calendar etched in stone, and the pre-Han Chinese system of the I Ching, as just two examples – were tracking time based not on sun and  moon alone, but on the waves of Galactic Time – waves of energy that pulses from the center of the Milky Way which are the heart-beat, the time-keeper for every star in the galaxy.  These pulses are the spokes of the spider’s web, the time signature of the unfolding music of life in this galaxy.  The Milky Way Galaxy is a spiral.  All life forms on earth unfurl in spirals in the dance of this time.

Time for us is a spiral.  By deduction, then, I imagine that each galaxy has its own timing, it’s own symphony, and that this is a fractal pattern that reveals the universe itself.  The Uni-Verse – the One Song….

This is the unfolding of time in our universe.  We are getting very close to the center of the spiral now.  We are feeling the resonances with what has gone before, and we are beginning to understand, to master, Time…. And once we do, we will no longer need linear time.  Training wheels off.  The joy ride of Multidimensional Time is awaiting us….

Or so I believe.


Three Spirals

 

I am the motion of the universe
curling through the dark
and starry spirals of the night.
While the Milky Way seems far above me,
I am swimming in her fiery waves of light

 

 

 

 

I am the vitality of the sun
–curling streams of light
breathing, tasting, touching, seeing
multi-colored grains.
I say, “The sun is in my eyes.”

 

I am love emitting love –
unable to contain myself
I am the pinpoint of creation
on a journey into dreams.
Curling up with my beloved,
I say, “The moon is rising.”