Dear Unborn Kin

Dear Unborn Kin,

Some years back, for several months, I had dreams with the same adventurous theme: I was driving a vehicle (sometimes a car, sometimes a truck) with its driver's seat and operating apparatus (steering wheel, brake, accelerator, gear shift) way up in the sky and its tires upon the road down below.

I had to be aware of both places at once so as not to hurt anyone down below yet remain at the controls above. It was especially tricky going over bridges. Somehow I was able to do it. (Centering while opening was the essential mode of being.) Eventually the dreams disappeared. My training session was evidently over.

It takes no spiritual genius to decipher the meaning. We walk the earth as spiritual beings. Guidance comes from "above," from the realm of the Invisible. I am reminded of the words in the Christian Holy Book: "We walk by faith and not by sight." In this case, driving. We move through each nanosecond of each day by faith in the Source at our core and not by physical eye vision.

Hope all is well with you,

Your Loving Ancestor

this and that

Our worlds are built on the friction of opposition. No "this" exists without a "that." "This" is our salvation. "That" is our enemy. We swim in a sea of "this." We are wary of "that."

We choose friends and groups who swear to our "this." We revel in our mutual thisness. We distrust, dislike "those" who swear to "that." We wonder why "they" cannot, do not come live in our thisness.

We champion the hero of "our" thisness. We detest the hero of "their" thatness.

We do not realize that what we see as thatness, "they" see as thisness and wonder why "we" are so peculiar in our thatness.

the interflowing

I am mere mortal man. And yet it has been granted me to peer into Eternity. I see vast realms of Energy, interflowing. When we remove our accretions, our hesitations, our doubts, our fears, our stand-offishness, we also are this flow. This, this interflowing, is what I teach.

cortical adventure

The cynical part of me slides across a slick flat smoothness of my brain, no fissures to catch hold allowing deeper understanding, unending desert scenery unchanging.

The wiser part of me experiences brain as crags and hills, caves, canyons and ridges where calm and joyous exploration advances into adventurous unknowns.

I have also fallen into a crevasse and sat trapped in the dank cold at its bottom, peering up at times in hope of glimpsing a tiny strip of sky where breathes sweet air of release.

Adventurer, cynic, prisoner: my primary mode is and always has been the first. No crevasse entrapment for many years. But when looking at the human species, I must watch out for the gnarly grumblings of the cynic.

Solution: keep my eyes upon the infinite unfolding of being and the wondrous mystery of this existence, of this existing. Adventuring continues.

the personification of creative forces

This world in which we live and which we are is an interflow of creative forces. Ibn 'Arabi does a good job of describing these forces in his "The Bezels of Wisdom." The forces are personified (which creates horror among some these days and sends them shrieking holding their heads in their hands).

Not only do I find it of great value to personify these forces, I will go a step further and say this is the only fruitful way that I have found to be intimately acquainted with these forces.

The creative force I follow that surges through this world is personified as Jesus or Yeshua. The historical Jesus embodied this force. This powerful creative energy of light flowing from the Origin for a brief time flowed through that human body, then bounced back out into the unrestricted space of Now.

You may say this is just a story. Ah well. Then so it is to you. Blessings to you and the story you follow and in which you embed yourself and are embedded.

As for me, this is living experience that I can no more step out of than I can step out of this life force continuously calling me into existence. They are one and the same.

Yeshua is the force I follow and Yeshua continues calling me into existence.

our common core

As humans, we divide the world into two, lots of two's. We ourselves are built this way. We are a trunk from which extrude two sides. We call one right, the other left. They are quite different from each other. Even our face is made up of two different faces. Our right face and our left face are not the same.

Yet we are not split apart. We have a core, a seamless core where the two cooperate, work together. Oh sure, we can be at odds with ourselves, split into twoness, but that can't last for long. We have to re-solve this di-lemma (living with two lemmas).

The healthy natural way of re-solution is to come back to our core. Our body shows us how to do this. Walking is not possible without our twoness cooperating. We do it effortlessly. "After you!" No, after you!" "Okay, thank you." And by the lords and lordesses, there we are walking!

There is hope, dear friends. There is hope.

the cult of individualism

We say that images and soul are inside us.
Not so. We live inside Image and Soul.

We say we "have" images, we "have" a soul.
They are our possessions.

Another feeble attempt to establish our authority:
that we are the author of all things.

Madness lies in thinking we are possessors.
We do not possess. We are possessed.

warrior

Concern is expressed from time to time about my predilection for the martial arts and their teachings and about my use of the term "warrior" in the path I follow and teach.

At the beginning of my book "Embodying Spirit: The Inner Work of the Warrior," I have this quote from Nietzsche: "And if ye cannot be saints of knowledge, then, I pray you, be at least its warriors. They are the companions and forerunners of such saintship."

I am no saint. A saint is one with no blemishes. I am very much human. I am a warrior.

A warrior is not a soldier. A soldier marches along following orders. A warrior dances and the dance is unpredictable in its rhythm and expression. The warrior dances to the rhythm of the cosmos, of the ever-flowing life force and to no human-created form.

If form follows function, then the purpose of the form is to reveal and to realize (make real) its function. If the function is the continuously creative and unpredictable unfolding of the life force, one's form is the form of no form. All forming is unforming. This is the warrior way.

When the forming is made into a form and one is looking to persuade others to follow that form, to adopt that form as the only way to solve-ation and no other, one has become a soldier and has soldered one's spirit to a frame.

The light around a saint is one of beatific holiness. A saint has nothing to do with this world, has gone on. The light around a warrior is the light of the blazing of the heart, consuming all human-created form. I follow the example of the warrior. I am no saint.