The GOOD LIFE 

         is the awareness that I am a Spirit in a Spiritual Universe

                  and WHAT A GREAT GIFT LIFE IS.

                                            “What  you are looking for is already in you…

                                                      You already are everything you are seeking”.     -Thich Nhat Hanh-

                          Shifting Gears

              A hard task to accomplish when the imagination system isn’t working.

              Seeing the truth will increase energy substantially. As always being vigilant as to what would interrupt or impede the harmonic individual energy system.

              Any impedance can be known but beware the mobius detail phenomenon. Over analysis can bring the personal system into play thereby complicating the perception and nature of the impedance.

The personal system can be understood by acceptance of your self as you are.  Beware or pleasure seeking personality which leads to over indulgence in the network of personality defense.

              But let me add that if the impedance cannot be immediately determined then leaving the experience in the existential mode allows for refinement and structural analysis in time.

               To be one with harmonic convergence means to have existential energy sustain interface without the need for closure but with the certainty of Being and Belonging.

               Energy systems with natural innate abilities merge with relative environments. Man always questions his purpose. Leave categories open when asking this question and go about your everyday life.

       

 The sun was setting and the air promised a cool clear night. Just cold enough to have a low, warm fire. How many years      had I been on my way here? Ridiculous now that I look back upon my life.How is it that this silver haired man possessed  the knowledge of the old one’s? 

        “I just draw from it “he said. Starling me out of my introspection back into the nights edge. 

         “What did I say,” I blurted! Had I been thinking out loud?

           

       “ Wasn’t always that way,” he continues as if I had said nothing. He was taking my regained composure as a matter of fact.

         

        “There were days in my Earth time when was full of emotions and feelings. Ideas leading nowhere.”

          

  Neishte got up tend the fire in the house. I guess you’d call it a house. It truly was magnificent in it’s own way. Neishte and members of the community had built it.

  The Lodge was made of sawmill white oak timbers, white oak lumber on the walls, windows gathered from everywhere, and plywood. It truly had a feeling to the building and the lands. In all my life I never thought I would be here, doing this. In all my searching there had to be a reason. Why him? 

  Growing up in my world was different enough. I don’t reckon I could have survived much more.

   It took a lot of time, years and years to find a place I belonged. The strange thing was, that I didn’t find it where I thought I would. 

  

  Somewhere I thought that I’d make it, somehow-someday-someway. 

    

  In a way I did but I found belonging was a place inside my Beingness here on this Earth in this Space but, I could not stay.

   

 While I’m at home, Home is still just a little way farther on,  

    From Home to Home… 

   

Someday you’ll be there too…Home.

     The road from internal beingness and it’s dimension, to integrating the external, from one of alienation and marginal existence, to Being in harmony (or the attempt to), is a long and perilous journey.

    For the internal to be integrated, with benevolence, from within is the first step. Integration at a psychic level of 

belongingness is the second phase of development. Then, with mind-body integration, the internal Beingness can be in 

’Sacred Space.’

    

   Here is the realm of true wisdom.

 Ask for: guidance 

      On the path

Better understanding

  

    Of my true nature

For clarity

    

    On the path.

Give thanks for the gift,

Remember the path!

       There are many gifts inside the Individual which have not been brought forth, due to many factors. Human Beings are like seeds. A lot of their growth depends upon the environment in which they find themselves. The enrichment of nutrients can greatly magnify their growth. 

       The tribal ancient knowledge of ‘Beingness’ was completely centered around the individual because each of us in a child of 

the Creator.

               It could be said that the whole world is a community, which is true at a spiritual level.

                 By being part of a community, there are conditions of coherent belonging and impeccability which should be followed. Or, at least a serious personal aim in that direction.

                You have a responsibility to your personal Spirit/Soul to have a sacred relationship, or at least the growing of this relationship, with your everyday environment.

                Most importantly, there should be an understanding between the participants of a community, trust founded upon time spent together, and the shared effort of being one with the Creator, as much as possible.  

 “When the last Red Man shall have perished, and the memory of my tribe shall have become a myth among the white man, these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe, and when your childrens’ children think themselves alone in the field, the store, the shop, or in the silence of the pathless woods, they will not be alone… At night when the streets of your cities and villages are silent snd you them deserted, they will throng with the returning hosts that once filled them and still love this beautiful land. The White Man will never be alone.

Let him be just and deal Kindly with my people, for the dead are not powerless. Dead - I say? There is no death. Only a change of worlds.” - Chief Seattle

      

  

   

                                                                                                                                                           

Sometimes I have to ask

      Is there anyone capable of love

         as deeply as I see?

Can not we all feel the joy of life,

    why does this wandering have to be?

Is it those things which keep our Spirit

     from being free?

The life which drives us in despair,

    Is often empty within and without,

birthing security from realities built 

    to keep the oceans out.

But islands should rise above the sea

    tranquil places within you and me.

      By ‘seeing’ the past, the present can be comprehended 

            and deeds done can alter the pages yet to be. 

                The end has not been written yet. 

                     Thusly, ones future can begin to take shape in other ways.

       Most of us live only in the consciousness of waking in this multidimensionally fragmented world. A world made by men who believed in making what was best of what was best for them and their supporters; a materially held view of societal order.

        For most of us, this consciousness is everyday reality. We live it one day at a time, just like turning the page of a book. Some of us can perceive the book instead of the individual pages.

     

       Time is then perceived as spiritual time and energy can be understood as standing still yet seeing the pages of the book as an unfolding.

                                                      people pass you

                                             and act like they don't see

                                              That's where we come in

                                              Hey, Stop! Just a minute

                                                  This person is real. 

                                                   and must be seen

                                             That's what we're here for.     

       How many of us understand the concept,

                  “I spent all my money?”

   

    Well just think how you’ll feel when you have 

               

                “spent all your time in life.”

   

       Have you invested or have you blown it?