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."

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.

connection dream

first, I am realizing how connected I am with everything in existence, how connected everyone and every(thing) is... all alive with molecules and atoms and cells of different sorts, spirit cells, everything is woven and needful of everything else. a fly is crucial to the existence of the life cycle- I can't believe in hierarchy because we are all dependant equally.

dream last night- another ancestral one, maybe, but then ancestry is what? everything is related, maybe, somehow. in breath, ether, strange physicality...

last night, elation/disturbedness interlocking. in Norway, or Astoria, Oregon- anyway, a place where there was a Norwegian camp, a building with rooms, hotellish, with Norsk flags on the doors. I saw old relatives of mine meandering in and out, people I hadn't met in the flesh, people from a long time ago, many generations leading unto now, and I felt so happy to be among them, to learn from them, to hear stories.

Then this Inuit man, like really old and weathered, wearing furs, was standing on the road in the sunny snowy way, and I was passing him on my way up to the camp. I looked him in the eye, thinking, he's beautiful, so many wrinkles, his face is like leather, he's so old, so close to elements, but he wasn't content. His mouth was black. Like dead black and I was scared. Frostbitten black. I felt I should look him in the face but I was too scared and kept walking toward my "imagined" ideal-

Disturbed now along my path.

I guess I am going through a phase again. This obsession with unpeeling myself and becoming what I feel is under my skin, not letting my skin and superficial habits get in the way of my growing. I do not call trying to understand my roots regressing, but perhaps the way I am doing it is a but imaginary... what do I not want to admit to myself? what am I afraid of?

I think I am being overly idealistic.

I don't know what I think of humanity anymore. I vacillate so much between the beauty of human capabilities and the devastation humans are capable of, and how much of it has happened with our so-called spiritual evolvution. I can't help but think that animals and plants have caused a lot less death and destruction to the beauty and naturalness of nature. Then there's that argument- "well, it's all natural, we are humans and part of everthing, so smoke stacks and world wars are a part of the bigger picture." But... I can't help but think it's Stupid anyway.

Everyone seems to think we are progressing, just because we have brains and intellect and the capability to grow beyond what we have ever known on earth- beyond animals, beyond tribal peoples... but so far, on this road to progression, we are disconnecting ourselves more and more from reality.

I think Spiritual growth is different, listening intuitively to the self beyond self, paying attention to dreams, becoming as lightened and peaceful a human as possible, but I wish people would quit thinking we are on the way to this marvelous reality just because miracles like computers have been invented to communicate globally, etc. I think it's neat and uselful, but I don't think ... never mind.

happy though, just disturbed by walking dead intuit.

hollydays

really, you choose what you want to celebrate.

some people think that since modern day Christmas is Christian oriented and commericalist, that is all there is to it.

It might now be named after Christ, but it wasn't always, especially before Christianity came to be.

Greenery, the evergreens symbolized new life, life that could last through the coldest winters up north... the Jul log, and many other traditions came from a need to have hope for the new year. This time of year used to be a bit scary because everything alive falls silent, and there was no guarantee for the new year to bring food, life, etc. Things weren't taken for granted. There was an urge for people to be together and have fun because they could, to generate warmth and light and life. To celebrate life, really. Fire was to represent the sun, and not only that, but to literally Be part of the sun... there are fires that never go out, and are constantly maintained and nourished, showing thanks. There was also thought to be actual sun in the evergreen needles and holly... the sun was/is life.

This among a billion other origins from around the world which happen around the sae time, because of the Solstice.

You can celebrate something and feel that beautiful feeling without going to Walmart and buying plastic toys for each other. And you can sing without Going To Church. You can see it as an excuse to be together.

I just get annoyed when people think Christmas is Bad because of a few overemphasized qualities.

I love it.

2003- still

so death of someone you love...

when I can clear my mind enough, 6 years later, I feel slightly sick with missing her and am scared to think about her. even through those years of crying and trying to accept. funny.

I think it's nice though, it's love.

I don't think you ever "get over it". but it transforms, all the energy, as energy does... thought and soul energy too. becomes you in different ways.

the love is so strong in there, in my invisibility.

silent and vibrant at once.

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ancestry- this sudden recurrence of need to find out ancestry, landscapes of past lives, figure out why I feel so strongly about certain things. and then finding patterns. interesting.

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home inside one's body and spirit.

contentment despite what others tell you is spiritual... maybe there are some constants and some changeabilities, some collective onenesses, of course, and then the individual motives towards other parts of the spirit, or other spirits within...? what is a spirit?

because yoga, ki gong, taoist mindset and exercise all work for me... I have felt exaltation, light, essence, ether, love, connectedness, flows, blockages bursting or slowly eroding... physically and mentally and spiritually... maybe all one

there is also something on top of that... or within it... like Music, like earth, like nature and simplicity/complexity of survival, connections with other people and animals and plants, food, love, making babies... every part of ourselves can be used in this life. it's so great to acknowledge how well-rounded we are, if we choose it.

and sometimes clouds block the sun so you can appreciate it. I am not always afraid of clouds or night time. and whenever I am, maybe that's also good, in moderation...

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but with ancestry... when I was pregnant, Chris and I were living in the awful part of a crazy city, in an old apartment in an old house, listening to Pink Floyd, and I got all into a daze, thinking about my mama and suddenly I was her, I rose through her, up up up, I felt her, all her mistakes, all the crises which led to new crises within myself. and then afte rI rose through her skull and out, I entered my Oma, and felt her crises, etc... it made me cry a lot, then I began to rise up into my great Oma, and then I stopped, it was too much. but very helpful.

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i feel with my dad's side now, since 2005, i have been drawn magnetically to the mystery of them, because they were silent people, my grandfather and his kin, and you have to guess a lot. but things are makng sense and I feel really, really happy in these discoveries through Norge, Telemark, Vinje, Kragerø, Skafså, Denmark, Germany, Wisconsin... Stoughton, especially. I understand needs for pilgrimages.

ps the picture is Louis Moe Tusch/Indian Ink - from Carl Ewald-1906

"The girl who could keep quiet"

north

there was this one time, after Mama died, where I felt I flew off orbit and, after having tried and tried looking within, I finally looked for "guidance" externally, in various places and books and people.

one of these was a Jungian dream psychoanalyst. there are at least 3 kinds of jungian psychoanalysts. 30000? archetypal intuitives with a sense beyond humanity yet obviously including it, Human ones who believe western society is perfect, and so-so ones. plus a billion others.

my lady was very much a product of something very modernly human, understandably, I guess, but irritatingly too.

here's the thing: once I told her I had this Feeling, a strong urge, to go Really North, and lie beside a river covered in broken ice, just looking at a white sky, lying in the white snow.

I hadn't yet thought about meaning, but felt it very peacefully.

She told me it meant Death. In a bad way.

Like some dead Shakespearean maiden image, a girl who's given up. Ophelia, she said. (Who said I was giving up? ?? giving up What??)

But No.

On 10th thought, it occurs to me now, that there is a Purpose for North. (well, it occurred to me before, but this purpose is different).. like the 4 directions, north has a spirit. The spirit of the north is contemplative, doesn't lie, is stark, pure, etc.

just because it's cold doesn't make it dead. things hibernate. life will return, and anyway, it's already present. life is just quieter than usual and hidden. it's beautiful in its minuteness and seeming invisibility. you have to be really really quiet... and are spirits dead? (...no...?)

When a close family member dies at a crucial time in your life, it will change you- I think you have the right to find your own peace and take the time to find it.

Dream lady said basically, "Get on with your life and go get a well-paying job to support yourself. now. join the group."

I even tried. but I would bawl when I saw a person. violin lessons with tons of mamas with their kids. MAYBE I am hypersensitive...

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No..

and I am glad I took some time to wait.

oh ps I read this beautiful essay called "The spirit of the north" (not the glenn gould one) and it inspired me.
North is beautiful.
I still need it. I love winter.
the rush of the first snow.

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