The slow sweetness of Baja Mexico is allowing me to relax into its rhythms with few bumps. Miami monkey accomplices drive south with me from LA to the southern tip of Baja, Los Cabos. Unreal landscapes unfold like pages of a book with various artworks. Enormous cacti stretching up to clouds change into valleys and mountains as we wind through high and low elevations. Every glimpse of the shimmering ocean tempted us to experience time with the migrating gray whales.
Boat permits still a week away, a momentary pause, a shrug, the captain deciding to take us anyway, our own private tour. Magic mushrooms activating as we speed out into the lagoon after layering mandatory and laugh-inducing outfits consisting of thick yellow raincoats and bright orange life preservers. Around the center of the lagoon our Captain spotting whales through binoculars and we creep over to confirm. The clear waters shimmering on the surface, the sun's rays illuminating the plankton creating a rippling silvery sheen, a feast for psychedelically expanded pupils. Clouds looked as if they could be picked from the sky revealing hues of blues descending into the horizon.
The gigantic energy of the whale is felt even before eying its spine cutting through the glossy surface. Two whales dance with us, diving and feeding, coming up for air to spray us with water and rainbows, or salute us with a fin or tail. Between intermissions we wait in anticipation, like surfers waiting for the swell. The thought of something so large and powerful moving in gentle grace melts my heart, I find I am an addict for this intermittent tranquility.
Heart space shifting upon seeing Peter for the first time in months. Our relationship experience limited to festivals like Burning Man, not even close to real life, or is it? I am seeing both in everything. Life is part spectacle, and part work, one does not happen without the other. Resisting the creation of a future story concerning our reunion, staying as present and as baggage free as possible. Plans to occupy a house alone on the east cape have been postponed and temporarily changed to rooming with him in his apartment in town.
The familiarity of overwhelming waves of uncomfortableness of this divinely designed 'ship' invites a duel with the over-excited monkey-mind. Trust holds space recognizing many levels of current surrender dotted with moments of doubt, inadequacy, and an ever pervading process of practicing presence, solid in center. I feel like a conductor with a few instruments out of tune in my orchestra. The dance between periods of awkwardness and connection has me knee deep in gratitude, and is exactly what I asked from the universe, with the recognition that I must be ready to reside in the unknown edge as one of love's warriors.
09 December 2010
Triple fire Sagittarius New Moon escalating the sum of my Sadge-ness (Mercury, Sun & Ascendant!) Jupiter expanding me to the point where I thought bursting was inevitable. Due to birthday outings spilling into the also highly celebrated Art Basel, 4 days of art, installations, European haughtiness, and a plethora of parties that begin early afternoon. Day parties have a touch of rich mischief, like playing hooky to go and have sex, but with art.
Lower back squeezing from art gazing and chin scratching while walking on cement floors. Standing in momentary stillness sipping quality Cabernet, energy buzzing all around me, like traffic in a Hanoi intersection. Eyes shift in one second, bodies pivot the next and move directly toward the target, colliding with no one. Patrons like blood cells traveling in the artery, gliding up against one another, yet not really seeing the other.
Perceptions shifting once again due to chanting the powerful 'So purkh' Kundalini mantra which intensifies connection between 'me' and my soul's purpose. It also raises the consciousness of the men around me, enabling balance in action and communication. It brings love and healing while karmic cycles are brushed away. The visual stimulation warms my cerebrum with millions of particles of magical input and integration.
In the spiral of duality, forces contract and expand. One part in action and the other part allowing the action to occur. On the expanded Jupiter level part of the world is living in harmony (or trying their utmost) to the extreme of living without a care, unable to simply get off the sofa or telephone to acknowledge gratitude. The living meditation is participating in 'one way' of living, yet flexible in a viewpoint, knowledge that the homeostasis of self-awareness is constantly shifting, just like the present reality and one's place in it.
Outlaw onlookers are increasingly in understanding that the overall improvement for all beings happens when there is collaboration instead of competition, while witnessing the crumbling of outdated empires and institutions with childlike delight. We have a chance to hold a mirror up to ourselves, as a planet, and change the focus to the advantage of Mother Earth. Experiencing the limitations of thinking rather than the expansion of feeling. People are not fooled by this anymore in greater numbers and opting INto the unfolding fearlessness of living presently and breaking up backward mind ideologies, which participating in truly guarantees LESS of a life lived with greatness.
Humbled by the magnitude of Spirit's messages, open to receiving more information than I knew was capable, departing one coast for another, one country for another, known for the unknown, I couldn't be more thrilled.
Lower back squeezing from art gazing and chin scratching while walking on cement floors. Standing in momentary stillness sipping quality Cabernet, energy buzzing all around me, like traffic in a Hanoi intersection. Eyes shift in one second, bodies pivot the next and move directly toward the target, colliding with no one. Patrons like blood cells traveling in the artery, gliding up against one another, yet not really seeing the other.
Perceptions shifting once again due to chanting the powerful 'So purkh' Kundalini mantra which intensifies connection between 'me' and my soul's purpose. It also raises the consciousness of the men around me, enabling balance in action and communication. It brings love and healing while karmic cycles are brushed away. The visual stimulation warms my cerebrum with millions of particles of magical input and integration.
In the spiral of duality, forces contract and expand. One part in action and the other part allowing the action to occur. On the expanded Jupiter level part of the world is living in harmony (or trying their utmost) to the extreme of living without a care, unable to simply get off the sofa or telephone to acknowledge gratitude. The living meditation is participating in 'one way' of living, yet flexible in a viewpoint, knowledge that the homeostasis of self-awareness is constantly shifting, just like the present reality and one's place in it.
Outlaw onlookers are increasingly in understanding that the overall improvement for all beings happens when there is collaboration instead of competition, while witnessing the crumbling of outdated empires and institutions with childlike delight. We have a chance to hold a mirror up to ourselves, as a planet, and change the focus to the advantage of Mother Earth. Experiencing the limitations of thinking rather than the expansion of feeling. People are not fooled by this anymore in greater numbers and opting INto the unfolding fearlessness of living presently and breaking up backward mind ideologies, which participating in truly guarantees LESS of a life lived with greatness.
Humbled by the magnitude of Spirit's messages, open to receiving more information than I knew was capable, departing one coast for another, one country for another, known for the unknown, I couldn't be more thrilled.
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