I’d rather see something real. I’d rather not see the front. I’d rather see the soul digging through your eyes. I’d rather see your rage and turmoil than all your niceties. I’d rather catch a glimpse that made me think you knew of what lies buried- beneath all they’ve taught you- how to be stoic and stuck, rigid and righteous, pretty and polite. I’d rather see something real, like maybe you know and accept the loss of what’s being taken with every fake day that gets lived once again in the clutches of the culture that created you. Any culture- business, yoga, family- I don’t care. You should have made you, from the inside out. Not from the outside in. Nobody is immune to this collective crisis of soul…
I see (human) tigers pacing cages, not knowing. I see (human) panicky birds wings being clipped. I see (human) little dogs in shock collars because they bark….I see what is hidden in our bodies and I know something must be released. Not in a proper yoga class, not in a prayer pew, not in a self righteous prison of memorized ritual- but released in that jungle that terrifies every captive human on a collective level – this primitive beast is the ride to your only salvation and you cannot subjugate this primal force. It has morphed into your shadow- the one you fight- and despise. The one who won’t listen or obey. The one who ignores your whips and your whistles. It happens to us all, we must wake up to the howling heart and take action!
There is no peace upon this earth. “Freedom is not free” is what my little dog told me as we put up the fence in the back yard. His name is Wookie and he is a savage cave dog. I cannot stop him from his insane excitement and desire to run and shriek with joy…I can’t stop him inside of me either. When we try, is why we hurt. I want you to know that I understand we are saturated in limitations due to the world today. I want you to also know we can do better for that little beast within. We can stand between two worlds and find relief. This takes creative effort and compassion from the depths of our souls.Our souls need food just like our bodies do. As I was writing this I head this song in my head. Which is strange because it’s an old song that I never even gave any attention to. So I read the lyrics and I get the message- I like this soulful cover and so it’s down below. When you hear a song in your head- out of the blue- never ignore it. It’s moon language- it’s your mother night talking from the depths- guiding you home to the immaculate truth.
I have talked to Chris in Mount Shasta and have found a way to do retreats there once again – he will allow retreats all year long- which wasn’t possible before. I would like to do one every season as an outlet and restart for each and every one of us. A different way to relate to the seasons within and to give life a richer meaning. I intend for it to be the basis for something nourishing to the soul. Please join me in this journey to bring the wild and free back to life in every day life. We are not caged humans. We are wild shooting stars! The soul doesn’t disguise anything, the mind only tries. But I’ve see into your eyes and I know as you know. So don’t just keep reading in the background. Don’t just talk and meander. Come back to life in the flesh!
Sharada Devi
this is the song I heard-
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=lXy3sdpFaoE
Let’s see each other for what we are. It’s up to me.
If I accept myself, I think that will help. I look forward to seeing you, at Mt. Shasta!
Garuda
Yes, I will see you where the sacred mountain meets the morning 🍺 !!!
😂😂😂
I am not a dog owner , now.
But I can surely feel the sweel.
I had myself a New Moon once
and I called him such as well ,
‘Twas in the town of LA
Which was where I used to dwell.
And then I let loose New Moon
But should have been me to be dispelled…
He was tarried off to Sonoma lands
Where I wished i was as well …
I’m thinking maybe you should get a dog then? How long will the landlord be the soul lord?
Dog is God backwards.
Read from right to left once in a while.
The Now
Contains all the Collected Rage
From the Past
Rage flies into the Future
Which Itself QUICKLY becomes
The Rageful Past
It targets the weak
NOT like the Fascists and Totalitarians Do.
No.
Not like that.
Somewhere, Sometime, this life or Another
They were Too Nice Too
No, It just looks at Niceness
And laughs
Meanly at first
But then
Changes.
The Change Changess Its Laugh
Because
Its Patient
Teacher–
— Compassion–
Understands
Niceness
Coaxes its Student Named Rage
To become like it: Compassionate
It says
“Flower children types (babies) end up bombing,”
Bombing SOMETHING anyway…
Don’t they?
Nice people
May slow down for the elderly
Yeah for sure
Who wouldn’t? Some nihilistic punk?
Only in video games that become reality.
But nice people
Feel cheated
Nice people
Die
Quiet Deaths
Because
Nobody told them
Being Nice Wasn’t The Ticket
The Ticket Is:
This Is Always Real Life
And You’re Going To Die Someday
So Get With YOUR Own Reality
That’s Yours and Yours ALONE
And Treat That Puppy
LIKE IT’S ALWAYS WANTED
TO BE TREATED.
It
Takes
Time
So
Hurry Up
And Take
Your Time. 🎻🎶🌈