Rovi of Roviat

I would sing you a song of sorrow,

of the pain I have felt in my life

what good would it do

what good would it do

but to assay

I’m a part of you.

The lives I’ve left behind…

Did they get their chance to say

“I also am a part of you?”

 

Tears of this morning

fertilize this afternoon’s garden

so the moon of the night

will seed

sprouts of beauty

for sunrise’s design

 

 

Life if a series of golden moments, unfolding one upon another, with ourselves as director. Each golden moment, according to our ability, desire, and state of mind we may camouflage, tint, deny…. according to our state of mind.
We can cover a golden moment with sadness or despair. Or tint it with indecision. Pretent to ignore it with denial. Or recognize it.
Yet the golden moments keep arriving, one upon another, lifetime by lifetime.
They cannot be stopped, or delayed.
Golden moments. Us.

Look between the shapes

Taste beyond sensation

Hear beyond sound

Touch beyond the physical

Smell beyond the scents

Live beyond the possible

Know beyond the known

Read between the lines….

I almost remembered what it felt like being a member of a feline species… from another planet. What I felt was a different shaped face, with a muzzle. The most fascinating thing was that I knew I was seeing thru large vertical pupils. These pupils allowed a narrower, concentrated focus.

Kat knows she has had multiple feline lives there… I had never considered that I might have, also. The few memories of other lives I hold have been all from this planet.

Fear is simply a lack of information. When one has learned and understands enough about a specific fearful situation, that fear will no longer exist. That fear has been replaced with light… which lightens the entire self.

Years ago I had a dream experience I haven’t forgotten. [The dream itself may be in my dream log… I’ve forgotten what it was. ] During the dream, I realized I wanted to remember it. I  stepped aside, so was also observing this process.

What I experienced in the dream felt completely natural…in that state. It didn’t seem complex at all. Yet when I decided I was going to remember it in my conscious state, I watched and participated as the dream was funnelled to my conscious mind. It was as if the elements of the dream went into the funnel, and what came out the bottom were ideas that my mind could accept. Much that went into the top of the funnel had no words or concepts that I could record. So out of the funnel came words or concepts that I could accept or wait for another “interpretation”.

Writing the dream record, I knew what I wrote was the best I could describe it with the words and concepts available to me at that time. But what was most striking was the fact that over 95% of what I experienced “there” is something that simply will not translate into known concepts or words.

While it may be a little bit frustrating at times to not bring back all I experience, the knowledge that on some level I do experience it, is wonderful.

[Well, I couldn’t resist!] Rain has returned to the valley the past month, and despite a few frosty nites, the grass is turning green and growing… I may get another lawn mowing in. Kat and I did the annual craft bazaar at Crater Lake Rock Museum, [to which we belong] Saturday, with modest sales. Made some interesting contacts, also.

Today was absolutely stunning… a misty morning for our walk along the canal, acorns and oak leaves underfoot. Not even the surrounding mountains were visible, and the trees were a beautiful muted rainbow. A time of wonder. By early afternoon the sky was crystal clear, flooded with golden light.

There are sources that suggest that developing a sense of awe is highly beneficial to one’s spiritual development. Perhaps. But it is also a very fun thing to do. I have been in awe about soap bubbles in the dishwater, I’ve found. For me, I’ve found awe in remembering more dreams, about “strangers” I see in the streets, about my relationship with myself, worms under a pile of leaves I just collected, someone’s willingness [or not] to tackle a problem.

It seems a willingness to engage in awe leads to evermore opportunities. Sometimes it is a quick feeling, or I can spend time with it and almost get “lost” in the amazingness of a thing. Awe has no judgement… it just is. And it certainly gives me a sense of a more solid foundation.

As we awake from our sleep of millenia, we discover items that no longer fit easily into our previous ways of thinking, of feeling. Perhaps it is our accustomed method to fight dearly for what is so familiar to us. Or, perhaps we can easily dissolve an old mindset — put it on the shelf for a while — as we try the new. Life is about the new; about expanding our experiences and creativity.

I have long felt that my soul is enormously knowledgeable; and holds a seeming infinity of love. Yet that was my soul. I have longed for the permanent conscious experience that I’ve experienced is there. As opposed to here.

Slowly it has dawned on me that ‘There’ and ‘here’ are something I have to bring together. It does no good waiting for Soul to share what it holds. I have to make the conscious effort during my days to know and act as if I am my Soul… as if there were no division… no “me” and “him”.

So, to let that old mindset slip away….