Purple

If I remember correctly, in physics (or was it Astronomy?) I learned that the frequency of light radiation as it approaches us is colored blue. The frequency of light radiation that we see as a light source moves away from us is perceived as the color red. So, if we are studying these energies and recognizing that there is a relationship between the colors blue and red and their apparent indicated movement either towards or away from us, doesn't it beg the question about what color means to us in terms of sub light speed and direction? Okay, I know that statement doesn't lend itself to being very obvious, so lets come at it from a different direction ; ) .

What if all the items that are painted (seemingly) different colors actually are moving in our dimension based on the color that is reflected back to us? Maybe it happens so slow that we cannot perceive it?

If this wild ass theory actually has any ability to retain moisture, then it would raise some seriously bizarre and incredible questions. Such as: If stars that are blue are moving toward us, and stars that are red are moving away from us, what about stars that are purple? Purple is a color which is a mixture of both blue and red, which, (using our little model) would indicate to us that a star that is purple would be one that is both moving toward, AND away from us simultaneously!

Uh oh.

How could something move away from us and move toward us simultaneously? Well I guess it the only way to describe such a thing, would be that it actually existed in several spaces at once.

Uh oh again...

This is starting to sound a little like time travel? Something that has a foot in multiple dimensions?

Do you think this is why the color purple was considered sacred by the royalty, religious, astrologers and the wise alike?

Things that make you go hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

^..^~

Rusty Gears

I sometimes have moments when I think I'm losing my mind, but then I have to wonder, was the moment I was thinking that I was losing my mind....one of those moments?

“A Gentle, right-hand turn please”

This is a statement that came from a man who talked a pilot who went blind during a solo flight down down to safety.

Because we have seen this repeated in so many stories in the movies, I doubt it’s impact will fully register on people. It’s no longer the fiction of some action thriller, but rather, for the first time that I have ever heard of, one of the most complicated and delicate tasks has actually been accomplished by two men, one of which, couldn’t see a thing.

It seems to me to be a message to all of us.


It is the second such message that I have received in the past week.

The world has been absolutely flying through this passage of time at high velocity. The rate of change has increased to a level which in my humble opinion is wholly unhealthy for the residents of planet earth. What’s more, is that we are flying blind.

The United States has just rallied around a collective statement that “Change” is what we want more than anything else. In the week after the presidential election, we are all left wondering about what that really means, as the echoes of our voices have left the air and reverberate in our hearts and minds.

It seems to me that although we can’t really agree at this point on what it is that we all want collectively, it is readily apparent that none of us have been happy with the way things have been going.

We just NEED.....”to get there”. We are TRYING to “get there”, we have shown the courage and the HEART to “get there”, but now I think we are being given a series of messages that we all just need to settle down a bit.

As any serious flyer will tell you, there IS such a thing as “going too fast”.
Speed is a strange relative thing. The faster we go, the more we want to go faster. Often we have the ability to move faster than we should. Our ability to go fast usually is developed long before our ability to develop solid navigation control. At slower relative speeds, we can get away with this. Our overall speed in our relative progress is still slow enough to allow for some errors. We are moving along at a good “clip” now however, and we can no longer afford the sophomoric tendencies of humanity's adolescence without putting ourselves at genuine risk.

It is my judgment that we need to seriously consider if not applying a touch of the brakes here, that we should at very least consider letting off the thottle for a while. At least until we can gain a complete understanding of what our “flight characteristics” ARE, at this new speed. I advise that we might consider doing what to many would appear to be the unthinkable.

I suggest that we as the human race reach backwards in time to many of the values of the 50’s and INTEGRATE them with our new value set from our current time.

Let there be Honor, Justice, Freedom, Liberty, Sensitivity, Integrity, Opportunity, and Happiness............for ALL.

It is time for those of us who have been carrying the load to rest a while.
It is time for those of us who have been resting to carry the load.
It is time for us to target and destroy FEAR. It is time for us to LIGHTEN UP.
It is time for us to BELIEVE IN EACH OTHER.

It is time for us to extend our hand to those around us and pull them UP.
It is time for us to Dance.

It is time for us to be aware enough so that when the Divine tells us,

“Now, make a GENTLE, RIGHT-hand, Turn”..............that we are LISTENING.

Accord-(ing) to Tina

I have been having a series of discussions with my old high school friend Tina Everett, and she posted this today. This is a reprinting with her permission.

Why So Lonely?

7:15 a.m.
Why do you feel empty? Like nobody understands you, or god has left you in the corner while everyone else is out to play? You look around at your life, and other people seem so happy, but you have no idea where you are going. It feels like nobody else really cares if you are hurting inside or not.

It's because you are only living half your life. You are going through the motions of daily life, reacting to The Physical, while your Spiritual side slowly atrophies. (Think of a Yin-Yang symbol where the white side is not round, but shrivelled up and dying.) First off, it's ugly, second thing you'll notice is that it is no longer balanced and doesn't work. A wheel needs to be round to turn.

Now don't feel bad; it's happening to a lot more people than you realize. In fact we all go through droughts from time to time. But you have to fix it if you want to be happy again. (And the way to be happy again is to fix that flat tire lol)

People everywhere, especially in modern times are pretty good with the physical side of their lives. We know we have to go to work/school, we know we have to pay those bills, meet those deadlines, honor those responsibilities. And then, to unwind physically, we have sports, hobbies, parties, etc.

But as the world gets more 'modern' or technologically savvy, we have started to mock the spiritual as 'old timey' or ignorant. Very religious people (of any religion) are looked upon with a sort of pity, like they are less intelligent. Some of the more devout ones are considered crackpots... (maybe those are ones who are letting the physical side die as they chase after their godliness, so they are unbalanced the other way.

How many people do you know who live their daily lives in the physical world, but save their religious beliefs for their Sabbath day only? Or who believe in interpreting dreams, healings, or tarot and stuff in the evenings when they're hanging out with certain friends, but forget all about that 'silly' stuff during the workday? *for any Christians who are objecting to 'mystical' references here, read your own bible for a change, it also believes in dream interpretation, fortune telling, mental healing, numerology, and miraculous physical manifestations, so lay off the other folks. Take the WHOLE bible as truth, or use it as cage-liner... if you really believe that Bible like you say, you cannot choose parts to cut out.

Why must you keep your real life separate from your religious life? That is what's killing you. That mental connection with the person you fell in love with has shriveled. The spiritual link that made you just KNOW something was wrong with someone you loved one day, and you coincidentally called them right when they needed it... same thing. Talking with god lately? or just sending "Bitch Lists" out when things don't go your way. (The connection to the Higher is a 2-way phone line, when are you gonna quit talking long enough to listen for a minute?)

Start listening to the air around you. Start trying to connect mentally, put yourself in someone's shoes and learn to care about them for a change. Start exploring your Spiritual beliefs, whatever they are. YOUR beliefs, in your heart, not what some guy in a suit tells you to believe. Eventually you will realize what you were missing and have balance in your life again. When you have finally reconnected to the rest of us, you will never be lonely again.

9 a.m.
Wow, that was quick...
Nothing like a religion-oriented blog to stir up some activity. In response to the emails & phone call I have already received:

1: No it is probably NOT better to look for Spiritual things only, and forget about the physical, even though that sounds really noble. You have responsibilities to take care of here. If you are ignoring the Physical side, either you are letting your body rot while you daydream and search for truth, or you are forcing someone else to handle the responsibilities that you should be taking care of. One way hurts yourself; the other way hurts someone else's spirit.

As for caller number 2: Pick a religion. All of them have threads of truth, and all of them have a lot more of it wrong. Remember the game in grade school where Kid A whispered something to Kid B, and then Kid B passed it on, and so forth? Remember how botched it always comes out? Now try that with several billion people over a few centuries... Just follow what Religion your parents gave you, or whichever you feel closest to.

And 3: No I am not claiming to have all the answers... If you feel that strongly about it, all I can say is don't read my blogs, but love me in spite of it.

Three Times

He was alone.

He could hear the wind sift through the trees outside his open windows.

Gentle breezes which seemed to be calling his attention.

Like soft.....breathing.

He felt himself unconsciously matching his breathing to the sound.

He felt the long heavy curls of his own hair moving on his neck as the breeze caressed him. He started when he realized he was feeling hair he had long since lost. “shhhhhhh” he heard in the highest registers of his hearing.

He knew this presence, and although he knew that he knew it, he couldn’t place it. Like the lazy curls of smoke from the candle, his memory yawned open in it’s search for recognition. But more importantly, he knew that this presence knew HIM.

He waited, afraid to move a muscle lest he should break the spell.

The firelight flickered shadows in the room around him. It was comforting, the crackle and pop of the fire jarred him into the awareness that he had lit no fire.

In the distance he heard a woman's soft murmur of laughter. It was the laugh of amused affection.

He stared into the fire and even his thoughts seemed to stand still.

He heard the tinkle of a spoon in a tea cup.

She always has tea, he thought, as the aroma of fine black tea reached his nose from the cup on the table before him.

He turned from the fire to the place setting across the table from him, as her eyes beckoned his attention into them.

There she was.

His heart threatened to explode from the intense emotions. Attraction, fear, enchantment, confusion, and recognition.

“Oh come now, after all this time this is how you show me how much you’ve missed me?”, she whispered in mock despair.

“I have absolutely no idea who ....or what..... this “woman” is.”, he thought.

“You know EXACTLY who I am”, she whispered. “But I’ll grant you that it has been a pretty good stretch of time.”

She sipped her tea and pulled her legs up into the chair with her. It was only then that he began to really look at her.

She had long flowing hair. It was red, no, brown, no? black with a purplish tint..

“Stop that!” she commanded. “You will see me as your hearts desire. You know how much I hate it when you cannot make up your mind. Close your eyes and feel me sitting here from your heart, once you have done that, then open your eyes.”

“I can’t do this, it’s confusing.” he said.

“Who ARE you? and what do you want with me?” he inquired.

“There is a part of you who knows who I am, and what I am here for. It has been a very long time. We have some time yet, as I have arrived early. I will come again soon and you will perhaps remember me then.
I’ve missed you little one”

He opened his eyes in panic “no wait!” he gasped.

But he was alone.

Chambers of the Heart

What is the terror that we experience when something we have asked for with all of our heart is .........given ...........to us?

Is it so much to believe that we can actually have what it is that we ask for?

What makes us not only hesitate, but in fact actively deny ourselves a gift that seems to come directly from the Divine?

Is it the peculiarity of the random nature of WHAT of our many requests specifically appear to be granted to us which create the barriers within us? Are those the barriers that prevent us from accepting the gift when it finally arrives? Is it a fact that we define our reality based on what we desire, and whether or not that desire can or will ever be fulfilled? Can the conditioned response that we get from being blocked when we reach out for something actually wind up being the blockage created by ourselves when what we have asked for is finally, belatedly put within our grasp?

Are we unconsciously limiting ourselves in what we can have of our desires because on some level we do not feel worthy of receiving the very things that we beg for? Are we so arrogant that we assume to be a better judge of worthiness than the Divine?

Does it wind up being a two part process? We ask the Universe or the Divine for something, and then after it is provided for us we disallow it from manifesting in our lives because we are unsure of our worthiness? Is it a case of God may forgive us, but we cannot forgive ourselves or each other?

Is our fear of accepting a gift seemingly from the Divine evidence of a lack of complete trust in the Divine? We struggle every single day to learn to develop an accord with what it is that we reach for, verses what we are apparently allowed to have. When we ask for something that we desire but do not believe that it is possible for us to have, isn’t it our disbelief of possibility that which prevents us from accepting the very thing that we have asked for?

I believe that it is.

I think that once we have made up our minds (as the result of purely self protective guardianship) that something is not within our reach, to acknowledge that what we have asked for has been presented to us threatens to contradict our well developed notions about what our reality actually is, how it works, and what our place is in it. When we are given something which is in direct contradiction of our personal reality construct, we are suddenly forced to deal with a discrepancy which is an acknowledgment that our personal and collectively defined reality doesn’t take into consideration the possibility of that which we have no explanation for.

Once something like this happens in our life, we are afraid to accept what is offered because to close our fingers around something we have desired for so long requires us to relinquish our understanding of how such a thing came to be. Most of us live in a sort of self denied state of terror as it is. To acknowledge that our understanding of our existence and our role in it is unknown is the final nameless faceless horror in each of our lives. Without our carefully defined mechanistic world, we would have nothing to hold on to. Nothing to keep us anchored in our understanding of what reality is and the causality of our interaction WITH it.

If this is true, then it follows that we wind up being our own guides through this plane of existence. We limit ourselves in what we allow ourselves to know, to experience, or what desires we have we will allow ourselves to have. This actually makes sense and lends itself to the idea of Karma and the cycle of transformation.

We are given a passkey though, we can skip some of the more detailed lessons that we don’t need if we can show that we have a full working understanding of the main lesson above which the smaller lessons are grouped.

We’d have to describe it this way.

Yes.

Yes I can have my hearts desire, but am I really ready for that?

Yes I can have my hearts desire, but is what I desire what I really NEED?

Yes I can have my hearts desire, but only if I can get my mind and my heart around the fact that the Divine is right before me, offering to me what it is that I have requested?

Then the question becomes much more simple, and complex.

What is it that I really desire? What is it that my Higher Self wants me to know? What will my Higher Self allow me to have that the Divine has offered me? Will my {lower}self allow me to accept what is being offered, or will my {lower}self refuse it out of a sense that I don’t deserve it? A sense that I should be punished by disallowing that which I desire but feel unworthy of?

I could skip the lessons involved if I learned how to just be.

I could skip the lessons involved if I learned how to just forgive.

I could skip the lessons involved if I learned how to just Love.

I could skip the lessons involved if I learned that I am not in control.

I could skip the lessons involved if I learned to relinquish expectation.

I could skip the lessons involved if I learned to stop trying to work my will.

I could skip the lessons involved if I learned that I am beautiful, and that the beauty I share with others is God’s grace as much as it is an expression of my own.

I could skip the lessons involved if I could but learn that I am a vessel.
That everything I am and everything I do is as much a part of God as it is a part of me.

I could skip the lessons involved if I could but feel that God is inside of me.

I could skip the lessons involved if I could not fear the loss of myself as I reach out to join with the Divine. (for how can I be lost if what I am is the essence of the Divine?)

Maybe the biggest challenge that I face here on earth is the challenge of trusting that I have God within me, and as a result of that, that I am within God?

Until I am able to overcome these lessons I may remain trapped.....

trapped within the chambers of my own heart.

Deep Space Distress Signal

The flickering lights illuminated her face. The strobe had the effect of stretching the images into horrific twisted shapes. The darkness burned the last seen image upon the retina’s, into her brain. The fragile eggshell of her shelter from space shuddered and the sound of fatigued metal sang it’s death song to her. She heard none of it. The sound of her own hammering heartbeat was all that she could hear. That, and the static of an unresponsive communications link.

“Hello? This is

Can anyone hear me?”

“I need help”

“Oh puleease please please....dear GOD please help me”





What is it about the very concept of a Deep Space Distress Signal that seems to access the most primitive of fears in the human psyche?

The fear of being left behind. Forgotten. Left to die. Abandoned.

The fear of not being able to be self sufficient. Or, to put it another way,

The fear of not being ABLE to take care of oneself.

That, my friends, is true, fear.

Throughout the course of our lives, we will face this fear, over and over again. Like a Demon it will return to frighten us, usually when we feel least able to fight against it. But that is, after all, it’s nature.

There are so many openings in our lives where this Demon may try to sneak in and make us doubt what we should never doubt. From something as simple as the ultimate stress of being put into the light, under the glare of judgment, a test, a performance, a trial, or a rite of passage....to the extreme of learning how to function in the absence of a loved one. A separation or a death.

This Demon is like most other Demons. It is a Demon until we master it’s lesson. Once we overcome our fear then we have the ability to see that the Demon is really an Angel, an Angel who has come to teach us that one single thing. The most important of messages we will ever know.

The lesson that no matter WHAT happens..................................We can do it.

It may not be pretty, we may not get style points, but we can it make through to the other side.

Like an angry drill instructor our Angel will mercilessly corner us in our fear until we accept that vital piece of information.

We can do it, and we WILL do it.

We will do it or deal with the wrath of a very pissed off Angel whose job it is to punish us with our fear until we have had enough and turn to face it.

So the next time you feel the chilling cold of deep space, and nobody answers your radio, I want you to remember that as the fear mounts and your voice gets caught in your throat, and your heart starts hammering to the point where it feels like it will explode, that what you are feeling is your Angel. I want you to know that he is hard core. Old school. Fucking MEAN. That fear you feel is his pitchfork, goading you. Pushing you. Challenging you. He wants you to turn around and face that fear and scream at him to step the hell OFF.

Because you can DO this. By YOURSELF if you have to.

And he and you both KNOW it.

As any seasoned Soldier will tell you, two of his oldest friends are fear and pain.

Both will keep you from ever being truly alone. Both will keep you alive.



“This is Alpha Omega responding to received distress signal.....over”