David Now
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7th Mystery School,
Alex Grey,
Art Whore SF,
Big Island Love,
Bodhisattvas,
Buddhists Just Wanna Have Fun,
Consciousness and Sexuality,
David Deida,
DreamReality,
Extreme Honesty,
Forms of Consciousness Expansion,
Hawaii,
Hawaii Radical Faeries,
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Random Awakenings I am suspended on a sea of love… I did what I wanted to last night, which was to be alone with my own whims and desires… and then slept in this morning… and I was blessed with the most amazing dreamstate rebalancing… wow! … feeling the support and love of allies all around… seen and unseen beings… at first my body felt like it was floating on bubbles of air like a waterbug… and I felt through a whole cast of characters… each one another buoyant bubble… each beloved offering me so much pure love… each in his or her own unique way…. how effortlessly supported I felt… There was an interesting tension of staying afloat… the balance point between water surface and this body and gravity and air… I was suspended… almost despite my weight and density… it wasn’t quite womblike… I wasn’t surrounded and embraced… but the tension made it even more miraculous… I was floating when by all rights I should be sinking… no visible means of support… yet here I am, floating thru this world… buoyed by grace… After a leisurely roll call… bringing each beloved to mind and then heart… sinking into gratitude… releasing my silly efforts to believe I’m separate… another process began, a more physical inventory, all through my body… and then I began to feel more like a baby in the womb… and I relaxed into the sensation of taking in and giving out in equal measure, unashamedly, almost unconsciously… that complete let-go… and I felt my body opening… all the holding release… inside and outside equalized pressure… and still I was suspended… and loved… I’ve been wondering how to proceed with work this summer… how to dance with money and society… how to share my gifts… and stay afloat… Now I have new reference points for what that feels like internally… and reminders for how to stay afloat… without pushing or pulling or efforting… the more I love and release, the more bubbles gather around me… Love floats… love is floating “me”… what a marvelous dream we are in… what I breathe out, floats you… what you breathe out, floats me… this effortless sharing of essence and gifts… suspends us in the dream of time and space… ahhhhhhh… thank you all… for loving me however you do… for passing on gifts that you don’t even know have been received…  Every “beloved” I get into – whether it’s a person, a beach, a conceptual system or a song – rocks my world in a different way. Right now, I’m in bed with neurobiology, and wow! Let me tell you what I’m seeing through her eyes… First off, there’s her perspective on this delicious bodymind I’m in. What an evolutionary masterpiece! What a miracle of design! I could go on and on… or you could jump in, and I’ll show you firsthand. Wanna see how we create reality? Watch human consciousness through the eyes of neurobiology. The deeper I go into the machinery, the less solid everything appears to be. It’s an ephemeral universe, invisible as Love, deep as the Void. And of this vastness, we're perceiving a laughably tiny percentage... From the entire 70-octave range of the electromagnetic spectrum, only a narrow bandwidth of frequencies is perceptible to our human senses. You know the drill: dog whistles, far infrared, cellphone signals, and the Ashtar Command are all off the edges of this biologically human screen. Within the limited frequency range that we CAN hear, see, taste, smell and feel, a ridiculously miniscule fraction of all the sensory data our bodies receive is actually processed consciously. Most is ignored. A sliver is processed automatically and unconcsciously. And once in a while, a few bits of that info make it to conscious awareness. From the nonstop “river” of sensory input, in any given moment, we are consciously aware of, at best – and this is when we’re really paying attention – only a few tiny “drops”. Now the joke is that we walk around assuming that we know what’s real and what isn’t, what happened and what didn’t, what’s possible and what’s not. Yet we’re basing those assumptions on virtually nothing. 99.999999999999% of what we experience in any given moment comes, not from our senses, not from the environment, not from anyone around us – but from our own brains. Our minds assemble these few random dots into coherent pictures and stories, but those pictures and stories are almost completely made up. This is why the Buddha said that all reality is an illusion. Because it is!
The universe is fucking ALIVE! And ego is NOT the vehicle that can carry any of us to ecstasy. Aligning our multidimensional bodies with the present moment allows full penetration, bliss and conscious cocreation. At the oscillation rate of atoms – where Source pops through the quantum field into form – we are birthing our bodies 40 million times each second. Get in harmony with THAT!
Fri, March 14, 2008 - 3:03 AM
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We can’t muscle through or control it; we can only surrender… Luckily, white tantra shows us how to relax into the tremulous vibration at the heart of matter. We don’t DO the Sacred Union; we ARE the Sacred Union. Realizing this at our core awakens us to the infinite, eternal, ongoing orgasm of life. Identity bursts into flames. Everything else falls away. Come play!
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