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slow down

Weston — Thu, 31 Jul 2008 00:48:37 GMT

As time speeds up we must slow down to stay open to the eternal lessons that abound the minute you run with eyes to the ground the sacred door is closed to the universal sounds that breathe spirit into the work that for this moment you've found If you can maintain connection through the minutes of your way your life will be a collection of sacred days

Hopi Elder Speaks

Weston — Sat, 05 Jul 2008 06:29:09 GMT

"You have been telling the people that this is the Eleventh Hour, now you must go back and tell the people that this is the Hour. And there are things to be considered . . . Where are you living? What are you doing? What are your relationships? Are you in right relation? Where is your water? Know your garden. It is time to speak your Truth. Create your community. Be good to each other. And do not look outside yourself for the leader. This could be a good time! There is a river flowing now very fast. It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid. They will try to hold on to the shore. They will feel they are torn apart and will suffer greatly. Know the river has its destination. The elders say we must let go of the shore, push off into the middle of the river, keep our eyes open, and our heads above water. And I say, see who is in there with you and celebrate. At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally, Least of all ourselves. For the moment that we do, our spiritual growth and journey comes to a halt. The time for the lone wolf is over. Gather yourselves! Banish the word struggle from you attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration. We are the ones we've been waiting for." -- attributed to an unnamed Hopi elder Hopi Nation Oraibi, Arizona

Truth

Weston — Fri, 30 May 2008 21:30:40 GMT

If you want to know truth speak from the heart and you shall beocome it

forgotten

Weston — Fri, 30 May 2008 21:28:10 GMT

As gods forgotten cry remember that your smile holds all things There are serpents at your feet mulching the roots where pain and self meet uncovering the heart from generations of grief Awake again to dream again you wonder out loud where is this end eternity replies in hollowed sighs fueling the fire of gods disguise On the horizon the fallen will again rise commencing the beginning of shadows demise as spirit holds its breath do not ask why just know that you are held like the clouds hold the sky

Friends, I need your help! Please spread around to all your friends that write..

Weston — Sat, 10 May 2008 15:43:26 GMT

I'm creating a blog called The Conscious Word (hopefully soon its own website). The blog will be a source of poetry and written word from many different people from all walks of life. The intention is that the writing will inspire, uplift and ultimately serve as a seed for conscious growth and awakening for all who read. The blog is not for profit, it’s a service for the people. It will be on a link that is connected to another website that I'm working on with Stephanie that is almost live called Peace for the People, that site will be ultimately viewed by millions of people so this blog has the potential to be viewed by that many as well. So, if you or others you know have writing or poetry that inspires, opens and uplifts the soul then please send it to theconsciousword@gmail.com. It will be reviewed by our editors and if selected you will be notified and we will proceed from there. Cheers, Weston Pew & The Staff at The Conscious Word

what if...

Weston — Fri, 09 May 2008 20:25:31 GMT

My good friend Molly sent this to me and I have to pass it on.. Much love to you all and thank you Molly (for everything).. -Weston By ---Ganga White, for the rainforest benefit What if ... What if our religion was each other if our practice was our life if prayer, our words What if the temple was the earth If forests were our church If holy water-the rivers, lakes, and oceans What if meditation was our relationships If the Teacher was life If wisdom was self knowledge IF love was the center of our being.

Becoming

Weston — Sat, 03 May 2008 17:33:51 GMT

Ahh, my beautiful friend what brings you here tonight were you thinking of me like I was of you I know the days have been too long and the nights too quick to end but now that I have you here let us share these breaths and see what wounds we can mend I miss your laugh every time different, ever time new a vibrant reflection of your constant evolution always willing to let go of the parts of yourself that you no longer need and always quick to greet with love the new parts forever being born I have such hope for us let us not just heal the world with voice and action but instead heal ourselves and the world will follow let us not just dance under the stars but instead dance like the mystics and become the stars let us not just share this moment of love for now but instead become this moment of love and share it for all eternity

Ophelia

Weston — Wed, 30 Apr 2008 19:00:28 GMT

I will always remember the feel of her smooth fingers alive as she held my hand and led me through spring rain to the riverside I will always remember the heat of love in her eyes as she called to the places where stillness resides she knelt down and kissed the world for all its love and all its pain she took off her dress wearing her body with feminine grace as one tear traced her silent face I couldn't tell if it was born from the love or the pain maybe it was neither just a goodbye kiss from the rain I knew I was in the presence of the goddess divine as she shook loose her red hair allowing life to fall from the vines and into the water she slid calling to the shadows to free her from the mind the shadow of rock was the first to arrive keeper of the records that chart all of time she smiled for rest as he sat like the lotus soft upon her chest quietly whispering he held her last sigh and like a candle he blew out all the light in her eyes I could feel for a moment the beauty of death but then was called back by the spirit of breath I will always remember the peace in her face never again shall I fear death all things have their place

To You

Weston — Wed, 30 Apr 2008 18:20:43 GMT

I have returned to you accross this world and through my soul returned to you as the story crumbled away love tumbled through undoing the rules of time that bind us to the mind and seperate the one into two this conscious death melts stillness on the water allowing your reflection to shine through

Open

Weston — Wed, 30 Apr 2008 18:03:04 GMT

If you are glued to your story open your heart let the beauty in to dance and it will tear you apart

Disintegration

Weston — Tue, 29 Apr 2008 17:07:25 GMT

Its not in the building towards but the crumbling away that we become whole agian

I believe

Weston — Sat, 12 Apr 2008 14:26:26 GMT

I believe in most of everything and completely in nothing | believe spirit whispers through tones and rythmes I believe in the heart and the ache I believe death is the gratest teacher I believe humanity shares one soul that has not yet reached its full potential I believe true strength lies in ones ability to be vulnerable I believe that wine, sex and prayer are the same thing I believe that the individual can find thier souls purpose by simply letting go I believe the truth reveavls itself to all who seek it through love I believe we are the ones we've been waiting for I believe in budda, jesus, allah, gandhi, martin luther king jr, mother theresa, sitting bull and all those who call to you and all the ones that can't be seen I believe in getting lost I believe in the amazon, the himalayas, the ganges, joshua tree, the black hills, jerusalem, yosemite, mecca and all the places you kneel to kiss I believe that heaven and hell, love and pain are one in the same I believe in the healer I beliveve in lips and hands, shape and form, reckless embraces, head scratches and back rubs I believe in the evolution of not only the body but the spirit as well I believe the individual has to find his or her own path to wholeness I believe in strawberry's and laughter I believe in silence I believe in rain I believe in the infinite power of sex I believe in forgiveness I believe in james brown I believe in the fall I believe in parting from religion and rising towards spirituality I believe there are times to fight with your hands but those time are not now I believe you choose your beliefs I believe your beliefs shape your reality I believe in me but more importantly I belive in you

a reminder for mending hearts

Weston — Sat, 05 Apr 2008 17:18:27 GMT

You cannot brake your own heart so give it away freely. When it gets broken say thank you because it gives you the opportunity to build a new one, one that is closer to wholeness. Shape for it a foundation free of jadedness, fear and anger. These only create a heavy structure that can again crumble easily. Instead use love and light. They are infinite, weigh nothing and can never be shattered.

Expression of the Divine

Weston — Tue, 04 Mar 2008 21:30:03 GMT

I can feel your wings spreading as you ready yourself for flight feathers decorated with the echoes of time as the mothers of eternity make love in your hair the day has come for the undoing of this world with each tear centuries of fear fall away eroding the scars upon her skin we've come back to begin again to give voice to the divine song that calls from within stop accepting what doesn't belong your mind shapes the next rhyme choose carefully what you move your feet to as there are many vibrations hoping to express themselves through you listen with your heart its the only ear we have tuned to the frequencies of the universal truths that ripple through us stop asking for help as it all lies within you we can go no further until you trust and take responsibility for who you truly are if you still wonder I will remind you You are the eternal promise of love You are the loom weaving energy into time You are the pain of life and the freedom of death You are the father, the mother, the murderer You are the spring and the fall, the saints and the sages You are the expression of the divine complete and ageless accept this, know this, live this and together we will fly

Wednesday Feb, 20th

Weston — Tue, 19 Feb 2008 22:50:34 GMT

That's right right folks, I'm back for another fantastic orbit around the sun! If its anything like the last one I better buckle up. Let us celebrate not with e-mails or gifts. All I ask is that this Wednesday (most know the routine) head on out and do something kind for a stranger. Some of the stories from last years escapades were truly awesome; pulling people out of snowy ditches, filling parking meters, slices of pizza and pancakes for those in need, random hugs, donations to charities and the list goes on. So lets go out there this Wednesday in honor of all we have to be thankful for and spread a little love. I'm humbled and honored to know you all, your presence is such a gift to me and everyone else. Thank you, thank you, thank you! Be Excellent to Yourself, Weston

Ancestral Healing

Weston — Sun, 10 Feb 2008 22:00:27 GMT

ancestors arise, wipe the dark from your eyes you come from the light let your night fade away you think your past deeds are all that you are well your thoughts are your chains they are not who you are centuries pass across your eyes no more can we wait as the children cry in this melody of love remember who you are open your heart and fly like the dove all is forgiven its finally time give into the light and through us you'll shine with you awake together we'll brake this cycle of pain that makes up our chains remember your home your never alone give forth your love and help us rise above When I was in Peru working with sacred medicines one of the main lessons that came to me was that as individuals we need to be connected to our ancestors and there powers to be able stand in our true self, fully realized. This cannot be done as long as there are traumas and unresolved emotions/issues that are still connected with them and the lives they led. It is up to us to heal these blemishes in there energies through prayer and ceremony and once that is done there powers of love and light can shine through us allowing us to stand fully in our true power. When I got back I did some research on this theory and found some interesting information. Bellow is one web-site that talks of this kind of healing and I pasted a little of what it had to say here. I urge us all to heal and reconnect with our ancestors. We cannot not make change happen on our own, they have to be involved as well, they are apart of us as is there love and pain. Many Blessing, Weston www.kch42.dial.pipex.com/ancestral.htm Clearing Your Ancestral Blocks Taken from the book Healing Your Family Patterns by David Furlong- The Importance of the Ancestors This is one of the most fascinating branches of healing that at present gets very little attention. A significant part of our life patterning stems from our genetic inheritance. In many cultures, both sophisticated and primitive, a great deal of attention is given to the ancestral family, for ancestor worship is one of the most widespread of all religious belief systems. In Taoism time is regularly set aside for consulting the ancestors and prayers are offered up on their behalf. The same was true in Ancient Egypt and we have some textual accounts of the specific requests that were made to the ancestors to help resolve daily problems. The ancestors were seen as having a direct link with the spiritual world and therefore in a position to bring positive benefit to the family. It was perhaps also intuitively realised how directly their energies affected the world of the living family. In his book Karma and Reincarnation Dr. Hiroshi Motoyama, who is the Head Priest of the Shinto Tamamitsu sect of Japan, makes this profound statement: "The parent/child connection manifests as one link in a long chain of ancestral karma that stretches back through time. Your link to your family allows you to be born into that specific line - it is a link that needs to be understood and respected. In this modern scientific age it is very difficult for people to accept the fact that they are responsible to their ancestors, that they are actually liable for the actions of their ancestors if the resulting karma has not yet been dissolved. Many find it absurd to think that the actions of an unknown ancestor could possible have anything to do with what is happening to them today. But time and time again when investigating someone's karma, I find problems that stretch back generations. Their spirit is not just an individual entity, it is also part of the family spirit that births and nurtures it." At a spiritual level time and space impose no restrictions so, in one sense, your ancestors are living concurrently with you. This can be a hard concept to take on board, for the Western mind has become conditioned into thinking only in linear terms. Other cultures not so restricted accepted a much greater fluidity in the movement between past present and the future. The ancestors were alive and connected to them. In propitiating the departed they were positively helping the flow of Ch'i in their lives.

Awareness

Weston — Fri, 01 Feb 2008 22:22:23 GMT

To remember, to forgive, to let go into every breath, every smile, every tear, this is the goal. With each tinge of emotion we let in we let go of a piece of the wall that separates us from the now. The canyons of awareness are carved by the waters of emotion, let them in to carry away your stones.

Navajo Song

Weston — Wed, 09 Jan 2008 10:41:18 GMT

Hope chases fear caught in winters tooth blood remids us were alive all i am i cannot see, death in love, alone i'm free all falls away, sky, thought, life I cannot let go in world of mirror white has betrayed light ancestors your song is too soft to awake the children of this night the cold has come, its whispers bury me god melts in bones crying foul dance is lost in sins of race stars play strings with broken bows recycling wrongs through sunken tones isness turned to business, rapture lost blanket of tomorrow suffocating now this painting comes and goes this soul trapped in your time, your mind, your body, your rage, your rape hour by hour, drop by drop have you gone crazy yet when you do i will be set free apart from me distant from this shore lost in all that can never be and Navajo songs sing inside, outside of years the red arise from the dead i am the soul of the red i sing for all that is dead

Aya Dreamzzzz

Weston — Sun, 27 May 2007 21:22:55 GMT

When your heart found mine In the beginning of time True love was born And we placed her in the sky Even though we have long since parted She remains the same Forever the goddess of love and pain Well I’d make you a moon A sun and some rain If I thought it would help you To ease your pain But the ocean keeps pulling You further away Surrender to the darkness There lies a brighter day What would it take For you to love me again If I told you I’ve changed Made love from the pain Would that be enough for you To step down from your night And hold me again Until the morning light Well I’ve danced with you now For thousands of years You’re my mother my lover My child my fears Even though I forget From this life to the next You always find me And remind me I’m alive I’m alive with indigo blood in my veins I’m alive with this family that’s called insane I’m alive with all the voices that are crying to be heard I’m alive with all the souls ascending this world I’m alive with the laughter that your heart brings I’m alive with the love that lies in all things So when your heart found mine In the beginning of time True love was born And we placed her in the sky Even though we have long since parted She remains the same Forever the goddess of love and pain

a midnight rant through anger to love..(inspired by the documentary film Why We Fight)

Weston — Fri, 25 May 2007 08:40:02 GMT

If the morning sun doesn’t find your eyes Did you do all that you could do to love when you were alive It’s one in the morning and I can’t sleep I have children’s screams rippling through my dreams Did you believe the lies they told you Accepted on blind trust Bent over by greed and lust Did you open your heart and put down you fear Long enough to see we’re not alone here We’re American’s Its to late All emotions dried up with yesterdays McDonald’s and American Idol’s Can you feel your heart anymore Can anybody hear me Is anyone out there The day capitalism killed democracy It’s enough for me to give up Has the Great Spirit not had enough When will the pain we inflict upon others Be enough for us to realize that it’s our schools we drop the bombs on Our children that bleed Weren’t our profit margins high enough after selling democracy Did we have to sell our hearts too Our minds Our souls I hope your grass is green and your wifes fake tits don’t pop when she calls you a liar I hope your cross doesn’t burn from your soul on fire Wait I feel something Thank You I feel anger From the bottom of my soul to the tips of my toes Thank you thank you thank you Thank you for making me feel something anything I’m still alive Not yet ready to be thrown out with the rest of the starbucks cups Though its anger I feel I will face it with love and tomorrow it will be light Which I will shine on your life because I burn longer than your oil I am more abundant than all your spoils I am all that ever was and all that will ever be Like it or not I am you and you are me So sit with me my enemy, my friend, my brother, my sister, my lover, my father, my mother Its time we make amends and bring this dream to its end Can you put down your fear long enough to feel your love Can you find your smile by remembering what its like to be a child Can you trust the light enough to fall into the darkness Can you face your pain with love and realize they’re the same Can you fight for freedom with freedom Can you fight for peace with peace Can you fight for love with love If the morning sun doesn’t find your eyes did you do all that you could do to love when you were alive

join me in the grass

Weston — Wed, 11 Apr 2007 00:39:46 GMT

join me in the grass, come frolic and play we’ve come so far from innocence only to be led astray dripping with dreams when youth was ripe we’d share a simple kiss and then we’d give it back to the night oh we’ve come so far to go back alone i see the stars and the sea in you and me we’re all that ever was and all that will ever be touch me now in love or hate, anger or lust burn my heart or tickle my soul, its all the same with no one to blame but this ageless dream made not from you or me but it controls us can’t you see every second born to die, deaths always by our side bring her to the voices that judge and make you hide she’ll unite them as one and build a choir of love from there lies so come and join me in the grass on this sunny spring day as we forgive the past and remember how to play pay no attention to this dream though its all we can see lets just love ourselves today so tomorrow we can be free

LA, sometimes it gets to me..

Weston — Wed, 07 Feb 2007 04:26:52 GMT

city of a thousand stars where is your heart? can you not feel the darkness behind the sun? can you not hear the screams of rotting souls tapping upon your gates? can you not see the dead dreams littering you grass and pissing on your sidewalk? can you not taste the waste of consumption that lines your throat and bleeds you dry? Well I can and its killing me

vipassana 10 day sit...

Weston — Wed, 07 Feb 2007 03:16:48 GMT

So the sit.. Well it all went down on a 120 acre campus tucked away in the foothills outside of my home from a past life, Yosemite. The center is run off the donations of old students and volunteers and costs only what you can offord to give, as anything pure should. Immediatly upon my arrival I was greated by kind beauty in the smile of others, smell of the land and taste of the veggie cuisine, I knew at once much truth was alive and waiting to be uncovered in such a place. On the third night after 30 hours of meditation (and keep in mind no eye contact or talk'n with others except the teacher), through tapping into the sorrow of my own life I was then able to see the sorrow of all my friends lives which then in turn tapped me into the sorrow of humanity. Upon the horror of that insight I had to excuse myself and run into the womb of the dark wood that lay behind the hall which at that moment was busy graciously greeting winters first snow. I unfortunatly had to disrupt this quiet communion with kicks and fists to the gut of the earth and curses, tears and the middle finger to the heavens (even the trees need a good fuck you every once in a while, reminds them there alive too). Ironicaly enough the teaching the next day was how we must recognize the despair of humanity and life before we can liberate our selfs from it and I learned this to be so true during the rest of my time their... Then on the fifth day half way into my morning sit I discovered this deep seeded anger and resentment that had uprooted itself in my subconscious and came through into to consciouss. It was anger I didn't even now I had for my family centered around the fact that we never have really been a familly. We are a group of individuals that exist toghether only through blood and name and have never really shared a greater love that comes out of a cohesive familly unit. This was shit that must have come from my childhood and was storred away in anger until that moment of discovery. It was so beautiful to realize and then to forgive, and upon that forgivness I felt that anger and weight burn away. And in that space that once held the anger I was able to fill it with love and gratitude for all that my familly has given me, which is so much of who I am today. When I got up from that sit I literally felt like a different person, colors were brighter sounds sharper, more in the present than I had ever been. It really made me realize the power of forgiveness. In order to have access to our true power in the present we must forgive all that is in our past, only then can we be free from it, to stand fully in the now and shape its maleable walls into what ever it is we desire. From there on the rest of the sit was true beauty. Its amazing to me how much traveling we do, how much money we spend, how much therapy we go through, how many pills we take, how much time we waste seeking truth when the wisdom of the universe lies with in and all we have to do is take the time to listen. During that ten day sit I briefly touched something pure and couldn't destinguish it from myself and the rest of the universe but since then I have felt a calmness in me that I have never known, maybe its faith, faith in the universe, faith in myself, an assurance that everything is going to be okay, things might not shake out exactly how I wish them to but regardless everything will be alright, I have faith in that. 12/26/06 To find out when and where the next sit is near you go to: www.dhamma.org