Thursday, January 28, 2010

kwan-yin-tien and the beautiful, potent silence

An interesting time, these days.

Potent love for family back home, who are a bit suffery and physically distant, yet feeling very close in essence.

Meditation has been amazing around here. I mean amazing, not just using the term frivolously. All is full of love, as they say. My brain is floating down into the nether-regions of my body, generating new energy forms I wasn't aware of. Almost like the opposite of kundalini, but of course, this opposite contains a seed of its opposite. I do not feel rushes upward, I Do not move quickly, I am not searching for anything, I have no goal but nothingness and "peace". I feel emanations of other forces, perhaps dormant parts of myself, perhaps something else, perhaps both... gradual awakenings, unintentional awakenings, which surprise with a silent joy and clarity.

Sound is powerful, the beats produced by dissonance, the connection to the cosmos, the planetary songs- I don't claim to understand anything, nor do I want to.

I just want to exist it truthfully, honestly, without pretention. (Not that I have ever been a fan of pretension...)

Working on forgiveness, working on irritability. It's coming...

I am very sensitive to exterior environment... sounds have always been intense. I have fainted in clubs due to powerful frequencies. They all thought I was high both times but I wasn't... my legs gave out, then It would go black and I would alarm my friends. Frequencies are very powerful, methinks, an dI want to learn to work with them better and not have a love/irritation relationship.

This meditation is helping. I feel such love. On many levels of existence. The moon was very friendly with me the other night, the tree invited me to "be" it, and the road was a gentle path for me to breathe on. I Feel able to give to my family, even from such distances.

"Kwan-Yin-Tien means the “melodious heaven of Sound,” the abode of Kwan-Yin, or the “Divine Voice” literally. This “Voice” is a synonym of the Verbum or the Word: “Speech,” as the expression of thought. .. The latter was surely anticipated by the Hindu Vach, the goddess of Speech, or of the Word. For Vach — the daughter and the female portion, as is stated, of Brahma, one “generated by the gods” — is, in company with Kwan-Yin, with Isis (also the daughter, wife and sister of Osiris) and other goddesses, the female Logos, so to speak, the goddess of the active forces in Nature, the Word, Voice or Sound, and Speech. If Kwan-Yin is the “melodious Voice,” so is Vach; “the melodious cow who milked forth sustenance and water” (the female principle) — “who yields us nourishment and sustenance,” as Mother-Nature. She is associated in the work of creation with the Prajapati. She is male and female ad libitum, as Eve is with Adam. And she is a form of Aditi — the principle higher than Ether — in Akasa, the synthesis of all the forces in Nature; thus Vach and Kwan-Yin are both the magic potency of Occult sound in Nature and Ether — which “Voice” calls forth Sien-Tchan, the illusive form of the Universe out of Chaos and the Seven Elements."

Friday, January 8, 2010

At last, open susceptibility to higherness!

It takes work and dedication and mostly love. Concentration. Time for awareness to settle. A slower heartbeat. Heart-eyes open to the present moment and then something sent there, time and inner space?

so this need to love that cracks the chest and allows all sorts of strange insects and unexpected realities in. I found that I saw clearly this need to love when I breathed in awareness. and the more I breathed, the more I smiled in a universal kind of way, the more I felt like Mary of the Sacred Heart, the more I heard a Buddha's eyes, the more I was forgiving, the more I became aware of how offtrack I have been, the more thankful I am to not be there.

The place and struggle I havebeen in and through this year has been necessary, but I am so glad it is over. The struggle against vanity and ego, the letting go of home and looking for a new one, not really truly realizing I am home... i have always said that, and tried to feel it, and out of anger towards a place or people, having deserted it I feel I don't need it and pretend contentness but am not happy...

this feeling, though, happy. not happy, inner joy. self-sufficiency. love. like that first time in 2001, I was opened, and closed again. so easy to close when you aren't fully there. I am working on this.

so glad vanity is past and true essence is present and hopefully future.

there's been too much anger and sadness and negative influence from lost souls.

bonjour, light.