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the guru

We bow our heads in quiet
servitude to the dust, our lips
form prayers to gods, who
long ago abandoned us.

We huddle together in a candle
lit room; frankincense, jasmine,
and sage, form  broken patterns
in the air; amethyst rock, lapis lazuli,
crystal quartz, and rose guard the
four corners of the room, silent
sentries and witnesses to our gloom.

Here we try to replicate
perfect peace profound, but
how will we ever know peace
when we can’t recall her name?

We close our eyes to quiet our
minds and search for peace
against the turmoil of the day.
Eirene begins to cry, she knows
we will not find her here
among these relics of the past.

The guru takes the mic.
He’s seen the wondrous light
and has come to lead us there
to death’s dream kingdom.

His words, mellow and sweet,
strokes the back of our necks
and lulls us to sleep, and deeper
we travel to death’s other kingdom.

The guru licks his lips and passes
the offering plate around, let us pray!
The guru smiles, he knows we will
not see the light, how can we when
our eyes are closed?

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On the Road

glastonbury 2008

“The past is what you remember, imagine you remember, convince yourself you remember or pretend you remember.” – Harold Pinter

I spent the day in Glastonbury yesterday. I went to visit an old friend and take in some of the sacred sites.

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stand together

The soldiers tossed the chicken
Bones, they didn’t like his politics.
Strung him up on a cross and
Gambled for his ragged clothes.

Cancel the Second Coming,
The church has decreed, no
Heroic figure can save us
From our avarice, lust, and greed.

The twisted logic of confrontation
And violence are meant to be
Suffered in silence, let the ruthless
Gain at the expense of the poor,
It’s what free markets were designed for.

The bishop takes the podium:
“Stand together,” he shouts, “Or
We shall all hang separately in an
Economic bubble we can’t sustain.”

A dictator disposed in the gallows,
They didn’t like his politics.
Strung a noose around his neck
Streamed his pictures across the Internet.

A mobile phone exposes the insanity
Of our tricked out humanity, evolved.

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general stuff

my prezzies

  • delonghi waffle maker
  • the philosopher’s toolkit (baggini and fosl)
  • the complete works of michel de montaigne
  • alien and aliens dvd
  • snickers 5-pack
  • cadbury dairy milk double choc
  • small time crooks dvd
  • notebooks
  • socks
  • iron man dvd
  • poetry speaks: the poetry lover’s calendar
  • the incredible hulk dvd
  • and lots of love
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general stuff

merry christmas

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general stuff

the one who brings the light to heal

Everyone is a complimentary therapist or healer it seems these days.  Go to any meditation group or spiritual gathering and most of the people in the room will be a practitioner  of some form of alternative therapy.  Most will be practicing their “art” part-time with ambitions to pursue their “passion” full-time.  This was certainly the situation I found myself in the other night when I attended a Christmas meditation with Larynn.

Larynn runs a therapy center out in the countryside of Southam on Glebe Farm.  It is situated amongst the serenity of open fields.  I arrived a few minutes late.  Driving around single track roads in the pitch dark can be disorienting.  The therapy room is spacious, has a fireplace, and is decorated with statues and pictures of iconic spiritual figures like Jesus and Buddha and a host of other prophets and gods that I don’t recognize.  There are candles and crystals to complete the sanctity of the room.

I must admit, I usually come to these types of events with my skeptic’s hat on.  I find it hard to relax and be open until I know if the person leading the event is authentic.  I know how easy it can be to delude oneself about these matters.  Delusion I can handle.  At least the deluded person believes what they are doing is real.  And we are all deluded in some way.  What I don’t like are the ones who are in the game for some other reason like preying on people’s fear and ignorance to dupe money out of them or the ones who do it to feed their ego.

Perhaps Larynn senses this.  She attempts to establish rapport with the group by way of sharing her story with us.

“Having pursued a successful career in senior positions in the automotive industry for the last 12 years, the last thing on my mind was a radical change in lifestyle to set up and run a farm based healing center for people and animals,” she says.

“As a trained engineer with a business degree, I have dismissed energetic healing and spiritual development as nonsense for years….until 5 years ago I experienced the power of healing energy on myself at a time of stress and inner restlessness and unhappiness.”

I find that this is a common theme for many therapists and counsellors.  The person’s life was a mess.  They found solace in therapy.  Their life got better as a result.  And then they feel drawn to become a therapist themselves and help other people in the way that they were helped.  I think it is noble that they want to help others.  But I wonder if there is a weak link in this chain.

Larynn says her name means “the one who brings the light to heal.”

“During my journey,” she explains, “I had several impacting and powerful spiritual experiences where my energy and physical bodies were ‘restructured’ to enable me to directly work with the divine in the form of Babaji.  My hands are activated to heal under divine guidance and I now have access to  the karmic structure of a client, often transforming deep seated traumas.”

I have no ‘scientific’ way to validate if Larynn’s words and experiences are true.  But my intuition tells me she is at least genuine in her belief and that she really wants to help people heal.  I can relax now and enjoy the evening.

Larynn asks us to choose a crystal to work with during our meditation.  I choose a lapis lazulis.  I have worked with lapis before.  It is suppose to aide in spiritual matters.  Larynn directs us to lie down and relax and once we settle she leads us through a guided meditation.  I personally think that guided meditations are a misnomer.  To me they are not meditation, but trance inductions.  The words Larynn is using are similar to the words and phrases I use when I use hypnosis to help people sort a problem they are having.  To me, meditation is an inner journey that a person has to take alone in full conscious awareness.

After our guided meditation, Larynn charges our heart chakras and we do an open invitation healing session for all beings in spirit who are seeking healing.

We finish the evening sharing our stories with each other, which brings us all closer together in friendship and understanding.  I leave feeling relaxed and connected.

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questions

question 53

Do you agree that modern men and women are alienated, confused, and suffer from profound doubt?”

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reflection

a letter to god

Dear God,

I just realized it’s your son’s birthday next week. I thought it would be a good time to drop you a line. How long has it been since we last spoke? It’s got to be at least 2,500 years or so. Time flies doesn’t it? I can imagine, being a deity and all, that 2,500 years is probably like a blink of an eye for you. Well for us mortals, it’s a mighty long time not to talk to someone.

We used to have some good times didn’t we? My favorite times were when we used to hang out in the Garden and watch the sun set over Paradise, while the Holy Ghost strummed tunes on his acoustic guitar and Sophia sand us lullabies. I used to love to listen to you tell us stories about the Universe and how you traveled around in the void creating weird and wonderful things. I cried when you told us how lonely you used to get traveling around the Multiverse all by yourself. And then you created us to keep you company. I am glad you did. If haven’t said it before, I’ll say it now, thanks you.

Look, I know we kind of upset you with that whole Tree of Knowledge thing. I’ve lost count of how many times Eve has said she’s sorry. She blames herself for the whole thing. I keep telling her it was all of our fault, and that we’re all sorry for what we did. I am a little puzzled though as to why you kicked us out of the Garden permanently. I mean really how long are you going to stay mad at us for that? Don’t you think it’s time we kissed and made up? There’s a lot of people suffering down here, and we could really use your help to sort things out.

Hey you know what we should do? We should throw a great big barbeque in the Garden. We could invite everybody – Christians, Jews, Muslims, Hindus, Buddhists, Pagans and whoever else we can think of. We could have a real slap up. Oh and while we’re talking about forgiveness, you could even invite all the Fallen Angels and we could all kiss and make up. With your powers, that should be an easy thing to do. What do you say?

One last thing, there are lost of rumors going around that you’ve gone off to some distant corner of the universe and have forgotten all about us. There are even some people who say you don’t exist and never did. You can’t blame them really. They weren’t around back in the day when you were happy to visibly walk amongst men. It would be nice if you could come back, even if you just stop by for a century or two just to let us know you’re alive and well.

That’s it from me. Tell Jesus I said happy birthday, and give Sophia my regards. I look forward to hearing from you soon.

Peace and love,
Me

P.S. Please send me some pictures of Paradise. I’m making a little scrapbook for mankind.

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preface to the world


life confronts death
and death laughs
power is amused
and love is confused

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diary pages

journal pages

I drew an interesting mandala this morning.  Click on the imagine to get a bigger view.  By all means share your thoughts as to its possible meanings.

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Musings

life is

life is confusing
life is good
life is crazy
life is upside down
life is limited
life is awkward
life is exciting
life is scary
life is brilliant
life is dumb
life is mad
life is love
life is a cold beer and a pretty girl

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in the garden

i was in the garden this morning
listening to the wind stroke
the leaves of the trees
a gentle rustling, a caring touch
a soothing sound to a contemplative heart

Much like the sound of your voice
whispering to me sweet vibrations
from your heart, a gentle stroke
i can feel the care in the tender
tremor of your words
a soothing sound to a shaky heart

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short fiction

june

We kissed briefly, and only once, by the same fence where I almost got struck by lighting.

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general stuff

back on my feet

I am finally back o my feet after having been laid low for the past week with ‘the bug’ that has been going around this season.  I am not a good one for being sick.  I avoid it at all costs.  I usually avoid going to the doc as well.  This time I had to go because twice while I was taking a pee, I blacked out.  I hit the floor hard.  Luckily I didn’t hit my head or break anything.  The first words my doc said to me, “You don’t come here often.”  No doc I don’t.  In fact the last time I was at the docs was in 2005.  Anyway it turns out that there was nothing seriously wrong.  I was just really getting my clock cleaned by this bug.

Anyway. That is over and I am glad.  Now I have lots of things to catch up with.

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rants

no heat

Jack Frost is biting hard today.  Our boiler is broke.  I have called eon 3 times.  The first call was 8pm last night.  Three times, three different call reps, each have started our conversation with, “My system is down at the moment.  Can I take your details and arrange to have the planning team call you back.”  I called again at 8am.  The call rep assured me someone would call me before noon.  They didn’t.  I called at 12.45.  The rep I spoke to in the morning was not at his desk.  The new rep tells me her system is down.  She takes my number.  She calls me back in 20 minutes.  She says that the planning team have no capacity to ring me at the moment, which means they cannot make an appointment for me yet for someone to come and fix our boiler.  She reminds me that they are open until 8pm.  Someone should call before then.  Have a nice day.  Meanwhile, we have no heat and no hot water.  At what point do I get to become an irate customer and call back and wreak havoc?

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Musings

go to war or go to jail

(The photo is of me on a training exercise back in the day.  Note:  I have an AK47 in my hand.  Rawdawg will appreciate that.  Click on the photo to see a larger version.)


Here is a little known fact: by formal education, I am a military historian.  You start life down one path, then end up on another.  I had every intention of being a working military historian.  Things happen.  People change.  Life moves on. But that is another story, for another day.

I was rummaging through my attic looking for an old journal of mine that contained a passage I wanted to quote in an essay.  In the messy process of searching for this journal (I am so glad we now have things like blogs, and macjournal, with search functions) I stumbled across one of my old military history notebooks.  I couldn’t resist having a skim through it.  This passage caught my eye:

9 reasons why governments go to war:

– to reclaim certain rights or defend them
– to protect interests of the state
– to maintain balance of power
– to fulfill treaties and alliances
– to promote political or religious theories
– to acquire territory
– to defend independence of state
– to avenge insulted honor
– for conquest

I suspect a combination of these reasons could work as well.  I am just thinking what category might places like Iraq and Afghanistan fit.  I see Iraq being about protecting the interests of the state and possibly about the balance of power.  That’s just me speculating.  My mind no longer occupies this kind of space anymore.  I have no desire to go deep with this.  I am curious, though, about where other current conflicts might sit.

By the way, I cite in my notebook, Antoine-Henri Jomini as the originator of the 9 reasons governments go to war.

Perhaps some of you arm chair generals and politicians out there might want to have a go at classifying some of the current conflicts.

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freaky karma

I recently had the opportunity to direct and edit Freaky Karma’s new music video of their song, Wake Up.  Freaky Karma is Emma and Andrew, two talented musicians.  After you look at the video, check out their Myspace page here.

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the learning journey

One of my essays on leadership was published on The Learning Journey.  Take a look.

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rants

$passion: cha ching

Does finding your life path mean you then need to put a price tag on it and sell it to other people? That seems to be the trend.  And then these same people get disillusioned when they find that nobody wants to buy their ˜passion.” People in the helping industry (coaching, therapy, alternative medicine, holistic whatever) seem to be most prone to this.  How many times have you heard, ˜I am passionate about helping people?”  I wonder if these folks have stopped to ask the question, ˜do people want to be helped?”  I think the advertising and media machine would have us believe so.  Just take a walk down any magazine aisle and read the headlines.  I personally don’t think people want to be helped.  They like to self-destruct, which is why we are so good at it.

Pursue your passion for the sake of it.  If people want to buy it, that’s fine.  But if you want to sell it, you’ll find you’ll have to become a whole other animal to sell well.

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reflection

will of a man

I feel I am coming into my own at last in finding my what and my why.  It is imperative that I keep the will up.  As Mohammad Ali once said, “it’s not the skill of a man, it’s a the will of man that makes the difference.”