That Pesky Dream! (Continued)

This being the third installment of my story... I will take a quick step back, because though I shudder to describe this world within this dream, I feel I must! First I must remind my readers that I was about to explain what happened when my quest began! But first, my description...

You see, in this dream there were always clocks ticking, and I was always running and freaking out that I would be late! And being late was the breaking of all the rules. All was insanity. All was backward. Whatever worked was shunned as wrong, and whatever made the problem worse was considered right. It was much like that story Alice in Wonderland, though I will re-name it Us in Blunderland. Everyone burned the blood of the earth, and perhaps it was just this ritual which kept them all insane. Everyone was afraid of the dark, and so that was where I began.

In my experience I found that everything I was told to be wrong was probably the best place to start searching. Now it's a good thing I'm the sneaky sort because I snuck off into the darkest places at night when everyone was asleep. And so I found many holes in this dream. One such hole was a doorway to another time. Like punching my hand through a rubbery membrane, I breached into this vortex of time and space. There I remembered a story about how this spell was cast. Through centuries of bloodshed and war and terror and control and hatred and anger and revenge, our kind gentle planet so patiently endured as we worked out our deepest rage that echoed through to a primordial level. We were embodiments of divinity and we had somehow become trapped together in this never ending dream.
And we tumbled in the turmoil of our shame on an ever repeating wheel.
Round and around
and down and down.
Into a feedback loop of rising to glory and falling from grace.
Over and over.
All so we could be tricked into perpetuating the grand illusion.
And when I remembered how the dream came to be, I had only one choice; to become my own private universe within the dream. I learned how to create a spaceship around myself so I could dock in the outer regions of the dream. And when I went on my explorations I miraculously found other people who did that too! And as the years went by I found more people and more places, and quickly I discovered the rules of the dream DID NOT MATTER!
the rules were simply a lie that harnessed the minds of many into believing the same story. So I found the dream could be shaped!!! But my poor mind had been trained to believe I would only loose, and I would always struggle, and I would never have what I wanted... And so that was what I believed. And that was what was. And so how does one change a dream that requires all who have been trapped inside to believe differently in order to break the spell??? That is what I set out to find next...

And so the Dream continues...

When we last left our hero...
I was stuck in a strange surreal nightmare where all humanity was forced as a culture to believe our planet was a dead rock. We built many great machines to suck out her blood and perform black magic rituals to give us power over air and sea and land. When I "woke up" I found that I had been trapped in the dream!~

So, what does one do when one gets stuck in a dream? Well first thing's first, try and wake yourself up! But nothing worked for me! I tried to scare myself awake. I took mind altering substances to free my mind. I tried to find the edge of the dream so I could peel it away. I tried everything short of actually killing myself because ultimately, how could I be sure this was actually some kind of dream I was stuck in? What if this strange lie of a life was actually as real as it seemed? And every day the memories of what I was before faded, and a fear of existence outside of the illusion took hold of me.

What I came to realize was, that was the trap! This was the magic spell these sorcerers had been casting with their horrifying blood-letting ritual! It was as if I had peaked around the curtain of the whole charade and realized there were terrible slimy creatures turning the cranks on some arcane machine, and tossing cute fuzzy creatures alive and squealing into the cranks to keep them oiled. One might say, How could you think such a horrible thought?! But it's not as horrible as the reality I came to realize. Not only was I trapped, but so was the whole world, and so were the cute fuzzy creatures, and so was the most important life of all... the planet on which we had come to live. But the dream was like something out of the Matrix, where all the people were hooked up to one big giant machine... sleeping their lives away. And I was perhaps Morpheus, having just awakened to an understanding of this false reality. I had gone down the rabbit hole, taken the red pill, and there was no way back.

And so it came to thinking about a solution. I had fallen victim to this dream, and somehow I had become trapped inside, though I could see the dream. I was in a state of walking death, knowing I was existing in a lie, and unable to escape. So, in desperation, and much alone on this path, I allowed myself to sink back into sleep. Perhaps I was able to steal a blue pill. But it did not last too much longer, because somehow I had seen the face of the spirit called Earth, and she had remembered me. She woke me up again and asked for my help.

She led me to a special place where there had been a pond within a vast green forest. The colors were beyond belief. Her life pulsed beneath my feet, and I knew she could not be so easily destroyed by those parasite sorcerous beings we had come to know as THEM (or of course THEY depending on which tense you use). The spirit of Earth showed me what they were to her. THEY were not really a part of this planet. THEY were more like a virus. And so their magical spell was a cloud of sickness that cast a web around the world. And it would not go away with conventional medicine. It's much like a disease called Candida, which most medical scientists say doesn't actually exist. But it does exist! And once you figure out that you have it, you must deprive your body of many things that you crave for a very long time in order to be truly rid of the imbalance.

And so it was given to me, the very thing the planet needed to help break the spell and wake us up from the evil magic that had so poetically tricked us into perpetuating THEIR spell...
And that was when my quest began!

It's all just a dream!

I had a dream I lived in a world filled with fear. We were led to believe that our world was not a living being. A dark veil surrounded us with despair... The darkness was the cloud of black magic created by invisible sorcerers who filled our heads with lies. They made us believe it was okay to tap into Gaiya's very veins. Like vampires we sucked the blood out of her, drilling holes and creating intricate machines to suck her dry. And then we used machines that burned her blood using heat, and that hapless ignorant ritual gave us power over land and air and sea. We did not know we were being tricked into believing it was the only way to exist. But as this blood turned to ash, it spread across the sky and sucked the air out of our own lungs. It was the price we paid for what we believed to be personal power. And we still did it for years and years. And we we forgot how to listen to Gaiya. We did not hear her screams. We ignored her as she trembled and sent storms to tell us what we did.

And then one day nature took its course. Fire destroyed one of the machines as it drilled into her vein, and her blood spewed out endlessly, and turned the seas black. And we still didn't hear her call. I woke up in a sweat and went to the sink to wash my face. I looked around at my surroundings and realized nothing had changed from the dream. I was somehow trapped in that dark illusion. I banged at the mirror and begged for it to open up a portal through which I could escape. And then I cried myself to sleep hoping that when I awoke, the dream would be over. I went to sleep remembering what it had been before I was trapped here in this nightmare illusion. And my dreams then turned to that... An ancient memory of what we really are. We are stewards of this precious life called Gaiya. We are not the careless black sorcerers we were tricked into being. It's all just a dream. It's all just a dream. Wake up! Wake up!

Be Comforted; Indigo Warrior

And the seas will turn black... The skies will turn grey... The moon will turn blood red... And that will be the signal for change. Let the children of the sun awaken as the storms sweep across the world and cleanse what they have destroyed. And for what? For what reason do they choose to damage our beautiful world? They say it's an accident, yet most of us know in our hearts it is not. And so it soon becomes time to realize it is OUR world. For if they think it's okay to damage it so, then they are not of this planet. This is NOT their home.
The indigo children were born with the violent rage. We have been endowed with a power to dream this illusion into nothing. It is our rage that has changed the world already. We spent the 80's and 90's listening to dark destructive music. We allowed our heads to be filled with hatred and anger as we watched violence on TV. They tried to create a generation of warriors, and instead we destroyed the dark web they had so carefully strung across our precious world. We are warriors of the planet instead.
And in the wake of our destruction, the light workers came in and constructed a new planetary grid, and we have been reborn with a new sense of peace because we know the illusion will soon be at an end.
Be comforted indigo child. You feel a sense of sadness and despair. You are still discouraged with what these invisible enemies of our world are doing. You still feel caught up in this backwards illusion. You still feel that violent rage. But rest assured all is as it should be. The invisible war still rages on. It is the greatest trick ever played on the humans of this planet. But we are not without our own tricks. We are cunning, and we are strong, and this is OUR planet. Not theirs.
And so visualize the world you wish to live in. For now is the time we have been waiting for, and we are the ones we've been waiting for. One day the migration into our true reality will commence. That time is soon. Be ready, and be excited.

Ka-mander on (r)evolution

My parents are from the Baby Boomer generation, the same generation as the hippies, though my folks were not hippies. But, like the hippies, they are very interested in government, and how we as a people can make a change if we vote and stay up on the issues. Both of them, though divorced now, are extremely passionate about our political representation. It gets me to thinking. I don't care about it at all. What brought me to this? It's something I often think about when I'm at home. My dad's a republican and he hates Obama. My mom's a democrat and she hates Bush. So either way, there is no peace for either of my parents.

I think there's a reason why I have been given this dichotomy to see.

I love both my parents. I don't care what they believe politically or otherwise. All that matters is the love we share. They of course wonder where they went wrong that they were not able to instill a political sense in me. But I think I am a product of my generation, and therefor a product of the culture we stand to one day inherit. Can you IMAGINE? This is the world we've been born into. Obama is sending more troops to Afghanistan. In regards to the war, which, WHY THE HELL IS IT NOW IN AFGHANISTAN?!!!! One of those old political fogies today was quoted a borrowed quote from Winston Churchill "This is not the end, but the end of the beginning." Oh GREAT! So this war is gonna continue, and continue and continue. And people like me, we keep living our lives in America, ignoring the fact that in other parts of the world, our political representatives are sending soldiers to fight eachother over some kind of ancient ridiculous human disagreement.

But what can we do? Doesn't seem like there is much we can do besides live our lives and find our own peace. Because obviously our government, which "represents the people," doesn't want peace. They're not fooling us!

We measure our history by wars and conflicts. Our economy is collapsing. Our health care system SUCKS. If you don't have money, and if you get hurt. Too bad. My dad often yells at the TV about how everything is messed up. Today I finally said something. I said... Ya know what? The only thing that will change this is for the rest of us to decide enough is enough. Einstein said you cannot change something with the same thinking that created it. And so, there needs to be a new revolution. But I don't mean it in the sense that we have been raised with. We are bred for violence. Even our entertainment; movies, TV programs and video games are violent. We are just being taught to be like them. I personally can watch death and destruction on TV, and I am totally de-sensitized to it. There is something innately wrong with that.

The revolution I'm talking about is an evolution. A total break from the way it has been set up.

This is the only way out.

This is about us stepping away from and refusing what we have been given.

My generation was taught to hate the hippies. Most people I know are offended if they're referred to as a hippy. But let's face the facts Jack, hippies changed the world. They dared to suggest that peace and love are the answers. And they were punished for it violently by our government. But they were missing one key element that we have. They tried to change the system USING the broken system that already exists. They believed in the government. And so now they are all absorbed into the system, and we are their children. But we don't care about the system. We instead dream of another way. If you want to argue with me about Hippies being aligned with the system think about it like this: Their idea of trying to create change was to have protests and sit ins. Our idea is to ignore it completely. If you drop off the radar, you're not participating at all. I'm sure a lot of them are also this way now. They have seen the err of their ways. They have dropped out of view.

The Gen X counter culture is a breed all its own. And the really funny part is that mainstream society has no idea it even exists. We were taught that we cannot express ourselves by what happened to the hippies, and so we don't share what we do with the rest of the world. Rave culture came out of this. These are secret parties in secret locations. If you seek to find the signs, you will find them.

We were raised on anger. Our counter-culture movements in the 80's and 90's were punk and heavy metal and grunge and anti-hippies. And it's even worse now with hip hop glorifying gangstas and guns and killing. But electronica is a different branch of all this. The taking of ecstasy and dancing all night has taught us to open our hearts. Sometimes at great expense to our health, but who cares right? Who needs to live forever in a world like this? Right?

I have always been a person who just plain cannot figure out what in the world this place has to offer me. I just don't believe in it. I have always felt alone in this. But in my travels as an adult, have come to realize that I'm NOT alone. There are a LOT of creative individuals who have always felt the exact same way. I've come to realize that in creating a generation that has been de-sensitized to violence and anger and hatred, an interesting adaptation seems to be happening. We've seen it enough to where we just aren't interested anymore. And so, we move on to something new. And most of us are realizing that we CAN set ourselves free by choosing to be kind, and have peace and love in our hearts.

The people I know who are evolving past this rave ecstasy scene are becoming a new breed of "hippy." A generation that is beginning to choose peace and love. Not as a doctrine to be preached, but as a deep seated way of life; a sort of Christ-like consciousness.

This political apathy stretches across entire generations. We're all lumped into the term generation ME. Because we don't care about this world we stand to inherit, and so we focus on our own happiness. And of course our parents and teachers tell us we should pay attention, and that we will never be able to change anything unless we get involved. I say horse shit. The world they want us to be involved in is unfixable. Even if we believe we're voting for a president who really cares... regardless if he cares or not, the system is so fractured, he can barely do anything about it.

If we have to keep this system, how about getting rid of every career politician and elect people who are just normal every day people? Whatever be the case, something drastic has to happen. But if you ask me, nothing short of intervention from GOD on high, will fix this planet as seen by the reality which has been created for us.

And so we create our own reality. That is the only way. This reality will have to be created by a gathering of like minds. The new tribes, the old tribes, the jedi, the ascensionists, the burners, the hippies, the native Americans, the elders... everyone who wishes to see this change. We all must unite, and we all must decide to inherit the earth. Enough people need to decide this to where we create a tipping point/ a critical mass. Of course it doesn't seem possible. Everyone is too selfish. But I have seen something amazing emerging out of generation ME. We are choosing to evolve. We are choosing to believe. And we are choosing peace and love over the anger we have been raised with.

And so the (r)evolution can be as simple as everyone gathering together, whether physically or online, and gently choosing another way. No wars. No disagreements. Just happiness and dancing and celebration, and having a good life, and spreading peace and brother/sisterhood. It all starts with a simple choice. And that choice is in our own hearts. I say "Thank you very much politicians and all you forefathers who created this fractured system that is eating itself alive, and keeping us from attaining happiness. You have done what you can. You can continue to do what you think you must. But we're gonna go over HERE, to live the way we wish. Your world will shrink, and we will simply be."

I was taught by a revolutionary from the 60's that the instrument of change is innocence. There is no way to fight innocence. And so therefore the meek shall inherit the earth.

"He that is unjust, let him be unjust still: and he which is filthy, let him be filthy still: and he that is righteous, let him be righteous still: and he that is holy, let him be holy still. Dan 12.10"

Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say I'm a dreamer

but I'm not the only one

I hope some day you will join us

and the world will live as one.

Every year when I go to Burning Man I can't help but brutally examine my life. Ahhh Burning Man. That city on the edge of forever made of art and dreams and freedom! How can the life of a rebel be so satisfying without such a devastating crossover into elemental realms where humans are not meant to dwell? Is it so true that we as a subculture have chosen to exile ourselves to a barren wasteland where nothing is fertile? Where everything looks like the scene of a world war two museum replica, all covered with great ash from the fall out of our collective psyches?

I have been in an artistic fever since coming back from these out-lands, wondering what my life has been worth this past year. I am haunted by the question; for what have I been working since the last time I crossed into the Playa and decided to stay put in LA for as long as I could? My yearly pilgrimage to Burning Man has always been paired with a somewhat shamanic intention. There I have my own ritual. Insert intention a. on the fire of the man, circling three times with all those techno-paganic hooligans who always circle the "wrong way" three times around the inferno. For manifestation, one is supposed to circle clockwise, and yet without fail, the circle always mills counter-clockwise. So, while the ones who think they know these things with such dogmatic superiority, they choose to mill through the crowd shouting out "you're all going the wrong way!" To which responses of confusion erupt on the faces of those who know naught of such magical workings.

Such is the way of humanity as we go against the tides of nature. Humans are always going against the current, saying it's wrong, trying to change it. But in my life, the way of a singular human mind is a drop in the ocean of consciousness whereas if a large group of people all intuitively move in one specific direction, that is representative of the flow of nature. So if one person sits in a crowd yelling "you're all going the wrong way!!!" And yet the crowd continues to go the "wrong way," is that just not indicative of what it's like to try and change the flow of a river's current? Is it not natural if a whole bunch of people intuitively feel that way is right? Or are we just lemmings? So why do we even bother to go against it? In my mind, if everyone chooses to make a counter clockwise circle around the man, then the magic we all intuitively create together is that of destruction. We unintentionally create magical ripples of change. And so I always throw scrolls of things I want to delete from my life into that fire. So I go with the flow of nature as much as I can.

This year I decided that I am not really on the right path anymore. A part of me has been circling counter clockwise, and the other part of me is yelling "you're going the wrong way!!!" And so I have stopped and taken myself off line. Hit the old proverbial "Reboot" button. In a sense I have been breaking down old patterns that don't serve me anymore. And now I have achieved a state of emptiness that I have not felt before. But this is a new kind of emptiness. This is an emptiness that is ready to be filled as opposed to the emptiness I have been experiencing that just wants to be empty. I have been able to successfully cut off all the fat I don't need anymore, and that voice who likes to yell out "Hey dip shit! Wrong way!" has silenced itself. Instead I know now what I want to manifest, and so I am ready to circle clockwise. If I decide to just plain ol' circle clockwise, and lovingly accept that everyone else is going counter-clockwise until they're good and ready to come along with me... I can just be content to go my own way without feeling like everyone else is a lemming. They are just following their collective instinct. Whether that is right or wrong still remains to be seen.

The Crossing

This is Fiction. I promise you that. And if it weren’t, what good is the world unless seen through the eyes of a poet? And then again, what good is her verse without the eyes of a stranger to behold it? And so it came to pass on to you. You decide if my words are true...

She was an elemental sorceress who lived in communion with nature’s unending cycles, and the faery realms; a dancer of the gypsy flame in the Borderlands of this world. At night she held audience with nobles and queens, parades of gypsy warrior dancers leading armies to battle with war drums' call! Parting rainstorms and triple rainbows, Pirates' cannon echoing across the valley punctuated by shouts of "aaaarrrrrr." She danced with rays of sunshine as her light-show; forests, deserts, hills and valleys as her stage. All the world in costume and pageantry through the days.

She received her magic from the elements; initiated into all five, but fire was her master, and she his mistress.

Trained by shamans and revolutionaries, she was also a channel, and was placed by unseen angels to wield the flames of change, and destroy the old energy vortex surrounding the planet. This power was bestowed on her by nature, and in return, it gave her the gift of dance to feel the shakti flames of bliss as she wove spells of destruction with the gypsy fire, while simultaneously weaving the framework and anchor points for a new light grid to be built in its place.

In her training, she faced the tests of ego. To do that, one must face all pain and fear and judgment; all obstacles that would be recognized and fed off by demons, lest one be tempted to the dark magics as well. Her virtuosity was destruction, because her passions were fueled by generations of anger and vengeance through bloodlines and histories of evil and separation and persecution. It was her birthright to wield this dark destructive magic for the good of the world without succumbing to its destructive powers.

She held the darkness of the world in her heart, transforming it, shaping it, trapping it, the whole time able to protect the liquid love source at her very core. She carried this foul seed of darkness in a Frodo-like manner, guarding it with her very innocence, keeping it in a holding pattern until she could find a way to overcome it.

But she would not always be so strong, and sometimes the very magic she carried would overwhelm her, and she would be forced to fight it. As long as she carried the seed, the demons saw her. They prodded at the darkness in her soul. The anger she had was a weak spot to them. They tried to control her through it so they could wield her destructive powers.

After her work was done, the elders of the Faery borderlands saw that it had become time to destroy the seed and find a way to heal the darkness she carried. As the seed's hold on her tightened, they cast her from the dragon valley. Alone, she was initiated into journeyman status; solitary sojourner. The seed whispered seductively, offering her dark powers to mirror the elemental powers she already possessed. Defiantly she stood to her birthright, and returned her gifts to the four directions, thanking them reverently, and asking for her mortality back, so she could hide, and pray for guidance.


Part 2

But this would not be the last she would see of her elemental friends, for the fire, her eternal lover, had other plans for her. He would not see her fail her task alone. He led her to another world; one out of space and time. Here they paid homage to him, and gathered in yearly reverence to his destructive/re birthing powers. Ashamed of her exile, and buckling to the dark seed's hatred, she insisted she enter without the help of her luminescent fire love. She would instead humbly find a way to dispose of the seed, and earn the right to again do nature’s work, if not to initiate to something else.

This land out of time and space had a doorway that opened but once a year. It was an intergalactic crossroads on another planet, but on the face of the Earth. Here each year, she would take a pilgrimage to pray upon the holy fires; each time releasing a piece of herself that served the dark seed. Each year she came back to this spot and prayed to be free. Each year she returned and shed a new layer of skin until her radiance began to shine through.

On the fourth year, after great turbulence breaking free of the chrysalis she had built around herself, her heart had been finally filled with peace and gratitude, and she had nothing left to pray for.

As a result, her desire to cross into that place had diminished. She sat with herself, trying to figure out what she needed to shed at the crossing. She looked into her heart where the dark seed had been for so many years. Most of it had transformed into nothing at all. She resolved not to go, and sat peacefully inactive, meditating as the excited scramble to prepare for the crossing bubbled up around her.

Without warning, the tiny shards of dark seed that had not yet changed to nothing, reached out again from inside, prodding her to go this way and that. Yet the stillness inside proceeded, despite the seed’s attempts at reaching what little pain she had left. She waited for a sign from source, and not from the seed.

Her fire lover’s voice appeared from the liquid center of her soul repeatedly. “Come and be close to me! I have something for you.”

“But I have nothing more to give of myself,” she answered. “I am sufficiently empty and content, and the dark seed does not rule me anymore, and I am in no need of anything in return. I am content to sleep in a sun beam where I have come to live for a time by the sea. You can touch me here through the radiant rays of the sun while I sleep in a comfortable place without the wind and the earth to hassle me, and where the water is only in the vessels I carry. I cannot be bothered with such a labor.”

She had become lazy in her exile, the power of the elements remained dormant as she stayed indoors, away from their call. But the call of a fire lord is fierce, though she had many dealings with his touch, she had come to a place where his call was not her command. Out of love for him, she agreed to listen to the liquid center of her soul, and waited, foregoing any preparations, until just before the doors would open, and the crossing would commence. And she received messages from source. Not once. Not twice. Not thrice, but four times. Four. A good solid, stable number. The same number that her crossing would be.

And then like lightning she understood all at once. The dark seed would not be gone until it had transformed completely. Her work had not yet been completed… The final destruction had to commence to make room for her Renaissance, and that path could also be found from there.

And to the dessert wastelands she is summoned yet again. And it matters not that she has nothing to give anymore. The vessel has emptied, and the seed itself is but an empty husk. Its carcass to be cast upon the flames of the fire lords, and a prayer for the evolution of all is invoked. The channel shall open again, this time cleansed and ready to be born anew with new inspiration, and a new sense of connection to source. The empty vessel shall be filled. The elements return out of space, out of time, out of need, out of intent. From a place of total transformation, and with eyes that can see, the sleeper awakens.

Celebration. Initiation. Invokation. Evocation. Evolution.