I met that Girl.

That girl that grapples and dances and makes love to the Freedom that me and most I know are afraid to acknowledge.
She makes a lot of noise...sometimes I am embarrassed to hear it, I blush.  Part of me might want to ask her to be quiet...but my soul knows I won't hear that wisdom from anyone else...it is pretty sweet, pretty deep.
That grrrl has the most beautiful earlobes.  Damn. I could nibble on those all night.

When she does it, she over does it, that's how she knows she's alive.

Her words are like those papers in the corners of my room I've been meaning to pick up...but also avoiding.  For weeks.  Somehow I can't see them.  Then, picked up..."those tickets! Awesome!"  SO glad I found them.

I am a burper and a yawner...

I attended a SoulMerging event this weekend.  The goals of attendees included: to bring in light and transmute emotional wounding and to share light information and to create a vortex of streaming love that would keep a flowing stream for each of us and ripple out.
As the room got "cooking" as Dr Frank likes to say people began to emote.  As the the vortex moved and connected us the three adjacent ladies to me began to weep.  And then laugh.  And cough and sneeze and dry heave and honk.  It was remarkable.  Most had a signature sound.  Mascara everywhere.  Tissues flying out of the box to soak up fluids like as if at an allergy clinic by the botanical gardens in Springtime. And when the meditation was over it all stopped.  Just smiles.  And great hugs.

I know a high priestess who transmutes and burps as she does it.  Her family believes she has a gastroenterologic condition.  And hanging out with her after ceremony on the solstice eclipse I expect she could give a Frat house some competition.  I knew another psychic healer in Hawaii who was a yawner.  She would start moving someone's energy and and "Whoooooo, yaaaawnnn..."  She couldn't stop.
I find this so amusing that the body finds some way to communicate the movements of energy.  Glad I suppose.  Glad it is not flatulence for anyone I know!
I did burp a tad and yawn a bit...but that could be because I gulped down breakfast and avoided coffee.
Energy work feels so good to me but seems so crazy at the same time.
...Belch....Excuse me.

The Camaldoli Charisma

I have been searching for a balance of community and solitude.  For God and life.
There is a group of guys down the coast doing just that.
The Camaldoli.
They have been doing it since the 11th if not the 3rd century.

"But Junai"--you say--"you are such a New Age Guy.  With years of science under your belt and still simmering contempt for centuries of brutal crime, war, genocide, and financial chicanery of the church all based on superstition and lies."
Yes it is true.  I know the Bible is based on an amalgam of Bronze Age stories.  I was an altar boy. I was recognized with the Religious Studies award in High School.  I began college studying Comparative Religion at UCSB  before changing to Global Peace and Security and Pharmacology.  I am familiar with Astrotheology and Shamanism.
I look at how much has changed in my lifetime.  Mass was in Latin when I was born-- now English.  The concept of "Hell" has been obliterated.  Mary Magdalene is no longer a prostitute.  Aliens are not inconsistent with the bible.  The Church is no longer a haven for pederasts.  All that in a generation. Who knows what may follow.
And there are timeless endeavors within cloistered pockets that seem to me beyond the bloody and sullied history of the scaffolding of the Church.

The Camaldoli/Benedictines strive to live in the presence of God.  They chant Psalms.

To worship in gratitude in community and to garden and write and little creativity...that is all I've ever wanted.

That and a family but that is another post.

I remember when we were in the desert...

We were generals of consciousness
Presiding over the unfoldment of light.

Through the bluster and dust the revelers marched past
While the Mother rebuilt our royal forms from the inside up.

From the vault of heaven I remembered the finest nature of another civilization,
How my mother had feared a new expansiveness inside,
How children crave the connection to source,
or as a substitute anyone still even partially connected,
and settle eventually just for being recognized
and take on a name given.

Oh, how the neurons laugh and play...God bless them.
Thank you for the dance at the nexus of Earth and Light.

Two Trailer Synchronicity

Blazing down to Esalen: to volunteer with cabins, to do some dancing, soaking and connecting with friends and with nature.
Behind two excruciatingly slow unbelievably inconsiderate white  RVs.  Turn out after turnout they would NOT pull over.  I began to pull my hair and gnash my teeth.
No one wants to miss the Cabin's check in...way too much fun.

At last a long curve before the bridge...and no on coming traffic... I screamed around them.  Damn that felt great!  Now to make some time!  I picked up speed as the Highway 1 opened to the straightaway before Andrew Molera State Park and the River Inn.
And Lo-- there was officer stick in the mud.  No mercy.  I can't believe I was going that fast but he says he clocked me.   I was feeling the exuberance of the open road...I am sure I was the first car in 1/2 hour due to those two white snailers.
I have an honest appreciation for law enforcement and the honorable warrior archetype so I thanked him for his work and politely took the ticket.  I eased back onto the highway...and behind the two slow RVs.
Please stop for lunch! Please appreciate the magnificent views at any magnificent turnout! Please stop to make a phone call, make love, relieve yourself! Please mister white RV driver.  Please!
My ethereal suggestions went unheard.  I resigned.  Took in the blissful panoramas while driving. Still. A wandering eye on the clock. I was behind those two white RVs   all     t h  e    way   t o   t h e    E  s a l e n   drive  way.
Walked into the Lodge and immediately connected with the Cabins Chief.  All good.
Went to get in the brunch line and connected with good friend and eco-hero Kat.  She invited me to sit right down with another Eco hero Julia Butterfly Hill who would talk about spiritual activation.
Wow.  What Divine timing!

Thank you RV drivers!

I essentially heard JBH say that the core of activism is love.  The love for nature has to include love for people too.  While emotions, bickering and the need to vent are valid they can be viewed as just a trail sign to get back on the way.  We are all activists. What we do matters. The crazy things man does are reflections of inner turbulence and so the mission to save the watershed, or keep air breathable cannot disturb our right relations with each other.
This may be news to FOX NEWS.  JBH was telling me to be in right relation with all-- even inconsiderate RV convoy drivers.

I heard her invitation to what I'll call "right activism." By her definition we are all activists as what we do matters now more than ever.  We only have so much creational energy to spend here in time and space.  Best spend it in highest integrity.

I was hearing JBH because of some divine timing of behemoth RV convoy drivers with a little help from the CHP.  My desire to be on time to appear a certain way i.e. committed and punctual to my coworkers and supervisor put me in a horn honking state of urgency.  I needed to just ride it out, put current relations over my misplaced sense of mission, be in good relations with fellow travelers and have a great day.  Interestingly I supervised another volunteer and we did a great job.  And I got to do all I wanted at Esalen including have a mini-seminar with a personal hero.

Earth calling....

"Slow Down Make a Sacred Sound...Get your feet on the ground...make a Sacred Sound."

I've had Diane Patterson's song "Sacred Sound" rolling around in my brain for weeks. (http://www.dianepatterson.org/Diane/Recordings.html)  An awesome song the whole lyrics are absolutely beautiful but the chorus hit me again and again as I was headed for a week of camping.  I walked barefoot in a stream every day last week and it felt so good.  I breathed sacred sounds.
I had brought the latest Utne Rerader which had an article on "Earthing."
Popped in a bookstore on the way home and there was "Earthing-the most important health discovery ever?" a summary of the theory and benefits of electrically grounding. Bought it, read it: cute but you can get the gist from the FAQ's on the website: http://www.earthinginstitute.net/
Interesting physiological glance at the importance of being in contact with Earth as it seems to have effects on inflammation and the endocrine system.  Check it out.
I am off to walk barefoot on the beach.

The Collected Wisdom of my Grandfathers. Abridged.

My Grandfather's wisdom:

Eat well,
Exercise well,
and Sleep well,
All three with people you like.


Possible addendum:
August Fincke had been the violinist in a band before medical school and I want to sing so should I be fortunate to procreate I would like to add Play music/Sing to the list if it doesn't seem to unwieldy.