Can you listen to color?
Can you touch smell?
Can you taste sound?
This could be a practice out of the prison of knowledge. The way into listening wonder. The story of not speaking for the pain of physical molestation of a young Maya Angelou. Closing down, no vocalizing, only listening.
Reading, reading, and listening until on the day she emerged from the ocean with her healing from listening.
To find speech from pain.
To come from stillness a non-violent wisdom.


Prompt Voices in the Ocean Susan Casey “More presence that form”
Writers Writing Group 12/14/16
Lafayette, La

In this new way of being, I Look for less data then awareness.




A new way of seeing is watching all ways of doing that shakes me into well worn ruts of familiar feelings.

That well worn feeling of the rut of going, a place to busy to feel.
Striving to achieve, to a place of never good enough.

A sudden halt in my left eye sight and patterns. So violent a pain behind and inside feeling the synapses of connection into the beyond space and time.

Trying to speak and stay true to this experience, this vibration.

A Feeling of disharmony, right brain ocean crashing waves, rolling in rhythm and left brain linear march of an army solders with their tic tic of boots clicking in a straight line.

The wave has no words only sensation and the solders have a structure, a form, a way from A to B each in step knowing this well worn pattern.

I am of this knowing that all is contained within the stillness, held right under the waves.

Yet rut of known patterns of marching in step with my very smart lined up solders. First this, then that. Oh never really coloring in the lines, not really trusting what resides out of line. Yet always knowing I’m called into the water.

Stopped in what is in my knowing, no longer able to see. Closing off to all outside stimuli. Can you feel the pine cone shaped gland behind the eyes turning up the volume? Dive deep, turn off the projector of your left eye, go everywhere as you go no where.

Language comes through as waves of emotion, sound emitted through the web of light, transmitting a language that your soul pulses.

Transmit now.

Follow the transmission into the abyss, no one will need to understand, all will be felt, sensed. This new awareness is the data. Shapes that sound make, color never before sensed. A road map found in an ocean wave.
One dot following the other all in a circle of connection each one a part of the other a place of still point.

How does this work?
The ability to do and not do?
To see without seeing?
Electricity without wires plugged in?

Plug into water its shape shifting abilities.
Water invisible in a cloud.
Steam entering into ice to flow again into invisible.
Stay still, breath of water see shapes in the sound of wind.



Prompt Sydney Creaghan “I look less for data then awareness, when I realize that there is no gain in this for me”
12/30/16
Writers Writing Group
Lafayette, LA

So many voices lifted in morning prayer carried over the stillness of water to awaken a lost soul to its purpose.

Language unknown mixing into the blood of remembered DNA. Weaving a call to awaken, to not sleep away the opportunity.

Stumble through, out into cold air, out of the comfortable dark nesting place into a place of wonder. Stillness so crisp so clear you can hear the mingle of voices in the wind.
Did you know its light for a long time before the sun and the spot on the earth that you are on rotate to great each other? That time before true light is magic, when the gift of light and the dark of night rise to kiss each other. This greeting of singing the sun up or the earth around is to good to miss. Don’t fall back into darkness of comfort, rise and great the day.
Have you forgotten your connection to this place?
Are you afraid of your own nature?
What keeps you hold up in comfort?
I am remembering now the eternal ripples, those seki (energy) lines of connection, like a seed that knows it’s way into its blueprint of life. I follow the ripple to find the way to my code of remembering. Traversing, paying attention to the markers, oh to awake before dawn to native American song.
Remember to do what your called to do, not what is easiest to do. Do what makes your heart hurt so much it opens in awe, oh, do that, do that.
Shed your have to and need to, shed your material comforts, risk it all to follow that ripple in time.
Only you can see it, it is yours and only yours. Don’t watch what others are doing. Do your seeds blueprint. Don’t miss the voices mingling on the wind or the geese on wing, or the stillness of a sunrise.
Once I camped at Poverty Point and prayed all night scared of that dark desolate, yet so alive place. Praying to the 1st nation, praying to weave this ripple into my medicine. I must have closed my eyes and drifted when all at once shaking, alert hyper-awake I heard banging on the Moon, listening to a language being spoken that was not of this world.
You know your not of this world that you are star seeded, and you pray for connection then why are you scared when you make connection? How many places are you still asleep? When you get what your praying for are you aware? So much pain to wake to see to, to feel, is it easier to forget and go back to sleep? Yet you are the seed and this is your blueprint to awaken the weaver within a star seed remembering: to feel, to sense your new way of being. Close your eyes and trust, wait for the bang on the moon. Your voice is needed to mingle over the water to join with others, each singing their connection home.

Prompt “Their voices mingle in the wind, remembering now in eternal ripples” Christine Word

Writer’s Writing Group
Breaux Bridge LA

What does writing find within yourself?

What does mark making explore within the void?

How does the mystery stay the mystery and yet be know to you?

How does one embody healing frequencies in your words, work, and walk in the world?

In a world enshrined to the worship of the mind, how does one give oneself permission to create their blueprint to the soul? One’s own red book as Karl Jung had?

To actively record the symbols and mythology of ones own life is to go on a research mission. Looking for clues in the unknown. Stumbling on a remembering of Sekhmet the lion beings that guarded the king and queen’s chambers of Egypt. An ancient ancestor living within, calling from the unconsciousness of drum circle singing words that have no language or verbal meaning. Baha is a lion being living in the 9th dimension, this guide of mine, has no duality for this realm has no place for opposites even in male or female. This guide uses sound within the meaning of vibration, and synchronicity of energy grids to communicate.  Can you hear spring calling you forth into a active stillness as the trees leaf out in the color or tree-frog green in soft, vibrant X-ray light that penetrates your crystalline gird activating this remembering?
How can nature be so active in such stillness?
Its a reminder of the multitude of activities that go on inside of a spring live oak, re-leafing each pod of pollen dropping its yellow dust, coating all surface as the pods float and spiral to the ground.
Seeing the busyness of the blue birds as they land and check out the housing, male entering into one box female in another, busy, present, communicating, flowing, wide and narrow creating life. Open to all possibilities.
As Thomas Moore States “by focusing on a single value we close ourselves off to many other possibilities” So nature is open to all possibilities not worshiping the single mind but tapped into a collective, connected mind.
See if you can follow your collective mind into your 6th or 7th sense, intuition a way out of linear mind. Keeping your red book alive, a symbol of curves, a circle with a dot in the center, chakana’s laid out within a circle within a square. Cosmology layered on top of cosmology. Months, seasons, moons, your very own red book of knowledge.
The collective mind is dreaming, if you know not what your unconscious is speaking you are a large part asleep.
Weaving 9th dimension into 4th dimension means you might have to become conscious to what is unconscious.
Baha speaks through symbol, laughter and unbounded joy...the unbridled kind....the care not...without filters kind of joy. The mask removed, naked, shaking kind of joy.
A tree in full spring bud is expressing this joy as the wind carries the spiral used up pollen pods to the earth.
The sun is expressing this joy as the full spectrum of light expressed as a rainbow spectrum shows us form.
Even the moon in her reflecting, her waxing and waining expresses a full 9th dimensional experience of open naked joy.
Sometimes I can sit still long enough for this to happen, expressing through, the spoken word, the shape and movement of clay, or listening to spirals of oak pollen bods landing.

Other times I spiral in my mind in a prison of 3D, a place time can’t penetrate. No mystery or nature, just the brain running circles, playing hide and seek from its red book of knowing.
My Prayer for you and the me in you is: We all take the time needed to exit the mind trap. That we feel the feelings of the 3D duality and make the priority our intuition that fine filament of gold thread thats waking us up out of our waking dream into our pure, true essence. I pray that we all remember our soul myth of knowing, our red book.

Sha ma ta RA KA foo see YA rou maee turu AH So me laee CA CA SA FE AH MA see

SA EEE sha ma toe SA EE KA rou MA EE SAa Sha Ma YA

Chimes are a spiral creating a clearing for waves of motion to move the space in between the matter of your being to your becoming.
Awakening the wings of angelic invocation a language beyond space and time.
As the movie Arrival speaks of a universal language, as you vibrate a sound sequence you create circle that has no beginning and no end it exists in all time as a drop of water exists in the whole of the ocean.
Chimes ring using wind to speak its waves, the same as wind speaks in longitudinal language waves across the ocean.
What if you sat in the center of a circle your back on the pole of the vertical axis, this place that exists before space and time and is creator. Sitting in center you invoke a sound, an action takes place that resembles a drop of water falling on a still lake, a multi-wave of motion traveling from center, traveling out, out, out until it is at the shore yet travels still?
What if language was this space? Chanting OM in Sanskrit is shaping sacred geometry, traveling forth a vibration, a symmetry so powerful that by speaking it healing occurs.
English is limited and stunted in its linear broken bits and pieces.
How to find universal language the song on intent of the heart?
This may sound like whales singing and sensing.
A Place of sound into a universal language that has no place for separation, only circles intersecting circles.
A language of only WE.
Entering into a new pacha (time) of what Paula D’Arcy describes as “a single awareness that turns your life over”, is knowing a human brain uses only uses 2 tablespoons of brain tissue when accessing known language and conscious thought.  What’s going on with the rest of the humans 3 pound brain?
It’s un-tapped potential is like the sea of universal language of US.  
We are entering into the intuition age where the uncharted brain is coming on line.  
Information overload and the age of information is coming to an end, the way forward is the way in, the way in is through WE.  
We the water.
We the earth.
We the air.
We the Fire.
We are We.
Listen to your way in, the chimes speak a spiral, a bird speaks a universal language.
Circle talk to water.
Watch rain drops fall into a puddle, all are way out... into the way in.
We are no longer star seeds, we are star beings.
Its time to express this new circle language, the wisdom of light.
 

3/8/17 National Women’s Day.  Writers writing group, Lafayette, LA 

How does one sit at the table in the center of the pyramid of light and dream a new world into being?
Using the sound of a condor bone flute to weave the golden strands of light on the cap stone.
See the Inka weaving each strand in/out!
Using the sound to anchor the light into structure.
A cap of gold and rainbow strands riding down from top to ground a river of indigo, violet, colors of new grass and robin eggs falling down each side.
Nests of waves, weaving, pine cones kissing.
Sitting at the table, your physical body tucked away in a small open air room, yet your light body is sitting on the grass at a table, all tools that you need are set in front of you.
Today will be the day to show your dreams to someone else, the courage of volentat (sacred willpower).
At anytime you can bring yourself to this un-timed place, a place of all time, a place for dreaming. Today though the dream is to weave the capstone for this is the last year of your 7 year journey. Visioning the pyramid in place, capping the crystal pyramid of light, riding the anti wantana (hitching post of the world) you will anchor this light and activate your dream table. So be it and it is so.
The courage it takes to lucid dream calling in Michael, Gabriel, Uriel and Raphael 4 corners of a pyramid calling in the realms, the legions to sit at the table this morning 9 months after, to weave the water though the light of dream.
Dreaming a world beyond time and space using the sound of angelic song, language not understood in this world. Sitting at the table with the sun rising warming my back natures sound track is playing, a true fantasia.
The weaving has begun and this place is the amphitheater of creation a place before time. Using the crystal bowl, water spins in spirals catching the light of the 1st rays as they rise, crisp, clear sounds are heard that before could not be tracked. Light and water blend to form a new element, a 5th element, spirit informed alchemical essence raised up from center offering the lucid dream to the world to drink.
Beyond the hear and now, nesting inside of the imploder birthing the dream up through the sacred geometry of light. Hitching a ride up nanons....particles of electrons, magnitudes of light bursting through golden drops of rainbow water, glittering the clouds to shadow and rain this 5th essence to the world.
Still sitting lucid in the center of the green grass plaza next to the tree, the activated crystal pyramid of light in Machu Picchu is spinning in a dodecahedron, imploding inside the spinning cube of construction/destruction invoking love to law to life around and around the realms of stillness a space between a heart beating. That place of bliss before another twist, wind, ejection. To eject into stillness, condor flute singing a note of creation.

Prompt: “It takes a lot of courage to show dreams to someone else” Erma Bombeck
Inspired by Dan Winter’s work on sacred geometry.
3/1/17 Listening writers group Lafayette, LA

​She was becoming tuned to her senses, tasting what the group felt like. Each time coming into a clearer and finer point of focus. That old pattern of wanting to belong showing up in the sharp bang of dread that showed up in her stomach. Always pushing back the feeling eating her way into staying because she said she would. Every week wanting to not show up, to not have to eat to cope with the energy of belonging. What will she be without this group? Trying so hard to inspire, to crush her skin into a box of cookies. How do you belong yet not belong? She always finds herself again and yet again in the group, committed and not able to bear the sense her senses are sensing. She doesn't trust her self to trust her senses. What will the group say? What does she say to herself about, her self? Do you say, I don’t trust you little girl so you give your power to the group to be your god?  Again she shows up and gets on call to be the support that the group leader can't even sense or acknowledge. So your working with the law of attraction group to attract what? Not a high vibration this pattern feels very basic, a very low vibration, doing something you dread, wishing you were no longer committed into it. Yet she can’t say no, she's a person that keeps her word, she's a leader of leaders. What are you if your not in groups she says? How do you trust your self to change your mind? How do you let go of this pattern of needing to belong? Maybe she says you can trust your senses? So if you sense fear do you go toward or away? How do you know if its your job to do? Maybe its the sense of ease and flow you feel as things feel when you don’t have to work so hard. Aren't you suppose to work hard for what you want she asks? You have never not worked hard. What would it sense like to not work or try hard? How would it sense to feel un-convicted to anything except that sensation of self love? I not know what that feels like she says, I’ve spent years covering the uneasy sensation with food, feeling of belonging more important than self love. Maybe you can just say no to everything and let no group belong to you. Be all groups but belong to none. Be a master of your senses to trust that tight rope of disappointing another for the sake of your anima (soul/spirit) sensing. Risk disappointing everyone to belong to only you.
Can you walk away form your investment, that large sum of money you gave into this group to wait until you are the leader so you can then receive? Are you walking away without your reward? Each week loosing energy to listening to break throughs and blocks yet never getting closer to being in the center. Maybe your place is not to be in the center. Am I missing out of the feeling of receiving? Or have you already received the gift of this un-belonging to truly belong to you.


Written 10/19/16 Listening Writers, Lafayette LA
Prompt “a tuned to her senses”

​A journey so deep, a big dark cavern of unknown, saying yes to something she didn’t understand and yet the path was laid almost predetermined. 
A jump into the fire of a yes so big she could’t in her mind figure it out. The unknown of a soul’s longing, so full and silent. Dark inside light. It required a trust and strength unknown to her soul. 
Each time she stepped into the desire all ways not knowing, all patterns of doubt slipped into her skin and the itching began. Can you hold still on this path, this way, this road and not scratch your itch? To turn to a yes she didn’t know she had inside her to follow a unknowing as she continued to her walk past the road blocks of personal doubt. 
It was a desire that burned so deep it could only be met with a jump, a bolt, holding-surrender, a walk into a unknown, a yes that she had never been met before. A jump, a bolt the biggest fear exposed standing naked in-front of a clothed world.
Why is the unknown souls longing showing up looking like this? I’m not a mountain climber, I’m not, well this isn't the story of what she’s not is it? Yet this, this yes that comes before thinking, comes before you even knew what you said yes to.
Maybe it works like that a desire burning, being put out by you “you can’t” ‘your not” all of those beautiful voices that kept you safe all these years. Yet you jumped, you bolted, you surrendered holy into a truer yes then you have ever responded to. Her trick was not question and trust, this new place of yes. So for 7 years she said yes, yes, yes, yes and now what? More Yes? Learning to find yes in a body that is full of the worlds itch. Yes mediation, yes path less traveled. Itch, breath, listen, know yes. Where is the source of desire? How do you stay on that true north of your unique desire, the path of your highest version of self.? She’s following the inner soul itch and taming the outer world itch.


January 2017 Listening writers group Breaux Bridge LA
It was a desire that burned so deep it could only be met with... (Prompt)

What and how who and when? The activation of your divine fingerprint the brain’s candy shop of delights. Come walk into the folds, storm’s are brewing, lighting strikes. Zapp unconscious is conscious. Running wild the hunch moves you deeper, darker, inward into the great unknown.
One thinks the sea is deep, some places so dark and so cold, yet life lives there.
Deep brain diving, is to dive into the folds of your ocean within. This diving requires no diving gear, only yourself, strap on pure time, UN-distracted time to explore. As you enter maybe you have a flash back, a past memory, keep going for the journey is long, stay in, follow the fingerprint spiral.
Each of us has a unique spiral on the top of your head, the way your hair grows is in a spiral. A spiral of your unique creation is is also on the heals of your feet and the folds of your very own one of a kind brain.
As you enter into the deep dark folds of space, into the unknown of you, be not afraid for the treasure resides deep within, the very stillness that holds your essence/soul into your body. Enter to the space without words, can you see the possibilities all residing at the same time?

FLASHBACK:
Your sitting, vision questing, praying, praying, praying, praying. Thousands of feet in thin air, frozen lake to your left. Moonless sky, valley of the peak of the keeper of time, Pacha Tusan, Peru. The Apu (collective mountain energy) that holds and grinds out the time of the world. You are to stay awake, you are to pray for the vision of you unfolding mission. A large bolder supports your back as you face the eastern sky. A million stars shine, it makes your eyes hurt to look into them and yet you wait and look and you see: The vision, a star showing you the way, shooting in a straight line from up to down, wonder of it all when yet another star shoots again in the same line in the sky, up to down. ZAPP, informed and initiated in the timelessness of time. A birth of senses, these senses have become unhatched giving you the road map, the blue print into your 5th dimension. Remember sitting in this new dimension as the sun rises, covered in ice crystals, warmed in your very soul.

So lets go back into your NOW mind, bring in the senses-unhatched. Can you see the divine perfection of your fingerprint? See the path in? Go past the gatekeeper, pay homage to your protector, offer a gift, the way ahead is full of waves of love, let the wave carry you as a serpent slithering, undulating, a quickening rising burst, shooting up and out, connecting storm of light to light of stars, up ,out, away and into. Residing, riding, being both physical and not physical a star rider.