Uradiance

     Become irrelevant. Then you can dance. Become useless. Then you can observe, unobserved. Threatening no one, you are a secret agent of the Most High. Not understanding what in hell is going on, you gather the intelligence of the unknown and reveal the prophecy of silence. People don't notice your body, its pebbles and chinks where spiders nest, its deer trails spiraling nowhere, the dandelions growing from your cracks. Your mansion crumbles and you become a field of grass too low and green for storms to knock down. You wither to wisps of brown. A forest mother weaves you into a mat for her baby. You are so finely woven, you hold water for shepherds who watch under the stars. And when you have truly become nobody, the Goddess breathes you. You are filled with light even while your flesh is sleeping. Photo: Shepherd in the Dolomites, from The Guardian

Breathe out, sink into your heart, enter the Bindhu of eternity where worlds are born.  Breathe in, be filled with starlight from your belly to your crown.  Where did you think creation happened? Up above? Out there?  No, dear friends, it happens in your chest.  I would suggest, rather than looking at my silly face,  you close your eyes and let this happen as a meditation inside you.

    "Take back your sovereignty. Bathe friend and stranger alike in the radiance of your heart. Stay centered in the boundless simplicity of your core, and don't let your mind be infected with the negative energy of warring parties. The chaos happening on the surface right now just belies the cleansing in the depths. Old stories and corrupt institutions must collapse to make way for a new earth, whose energy will be generated through the Heart, self-organized through the Intuition. Let empires break up into small, autonomous, bio-regional republics. This is not the end but the beginning." Finn spoke these words to me in beams of silence this morning. My teachers are not ascended masters or intergalactic spirit guides. My teachers are hummingbirds, frogs in the wetland, midnight owl wings, coyote howls. The wild and gentle gaze of the Friend.