This year of more
I imagine
that I can see
in the eyes
of everyone I meet
their personal star ...
their star quality.
I live in a city of tourism,
at a world famous beach,
egos centric
in the land
of artistic ideals.
The tourists
who arrive daily
from all over the world
arrive with
preconceptions.
I am grateful
to everyone
who shares
with me
their preconceived ideas
of the Americas.
I was born in Canada,
and that is fortunate,
for many reasons,
mainly because
it provides me
an outsiders view
from the inside out,
and an insiders insight
from an outsiders point of view.
I recognize the smell of roses
during the day,
and know why sweet grass
is burnt at night.
From my inside
I look outward,
and sometimes
interact externally.
From my inner world,
I witness my Self creating,
what I command
manifests outwardly
into being.
I am grateful,
I grew up with
nightly playful star fields,
dancing Northern Lights -
energy bursting,
into flames of creation,
in constant formations
transforming the night sky -
lit up from within.
Lit up from within.
This was my normal
above me,
and beyond me
point of view.
It was typical for me to witness
the constant infinite flow
of ever changing forms.
To learn to bead
the patterns of stars,
and weave baskets
in the shapes of the universe.
I often meet people in cities
who will not, or cannot, imagine.
They do not use their imaginations
to imagine what it is like to see
vast fields of stars
illuminate the skies each night.
They have yet to,
or may never
create the opportunity,
to glimpse their own insignificance -
in the expanded-picture
nature-of-creation.
They will not,
or have not yet
created the opportunity,
to connect to their own significance -
in the profound-expansiveness
of their own individual life,
experiencing more, becoming more.
I am grateful for my Ancestors,
that they have lived,
in North, Central and South America
for thousands, if not millions, of years.
In the past
when I travelled from this land
to other continents, I shifted -
I felt an inner shift ...
that can only be described
as a sensation of disconnection -
similar to a cord being pulled taunt ...
a tightening of the heart-cord
within my solar-plexus.
My solar-plexus connection altered
into kind of an unkind survival mode,
an unassuming, kind, poverty consciousness.
My core-mind-field of energy
spun out dizzying me,
revolved around my belly button
a lowering, of me, onto my pelvic floor.
The landscape of me,
my inner world journey,
tilted until I felt -
felt, the crown of my head,
incandescently fill,
full of wisdom.
I was dipped in adventure,
gifted easy access
to my quest for vision.
In the past,
my always
internally-active Self,
taught me to guide mySelf
beyond me -
beyond what I had so far
imagined my life to be.
My Ancestors guided me,
taught me, to listen to my Self -
to see,
what I have,
yet to imagine
into being manifest.
When I leave my Ancestral land,
this shift of ages
used to prompt my cellular memory,
remind me of all of human history.
I remembered the advantages of reinvention -
domestic truths of foreign stories,
foreign truths of domestic stories.
The most obvious
concepts of reality
are seldom true,
perhaps were never true,
were only ideas seeking believers.
From my inside I look outward,
and sometimes interact externally.
From my inner world I witness
my Self creating what I command
to manifest outwardly into being.
The people who come
to the city of angels
come to see the stars
on the Hollywood Walk of Fame -
many do not stay at the beach
to see the sky's nighttime stars appear.
Each newly arrived person I meet
seems to know the history of their own
individual native national culture.
Not necessarily do they know,
their historical connection with the Americas -
their own personal and ancestral history,
with the continents known as the Americas.
Spanish know some of Spain's history
of interaction here.
French know some of France's history
of assimilation here.
Africans know some of the stories
of their ancestor's reinvention here.
Asians know some the travails
of their colonial past here.
Ascendants from North African
and Central Asia know things.
Descendants of English, Scottish, Irish
and Europeans found out things,
but did not discover the secrets, of the new,
or old worlds, within, the Americas.
I hear so many
different points of view
about the same thing -
the same world,
the shared planet,
our same world,
our shared planet.
I have yet to meet someone,
arrived here,
from somewhere else,
who knows the history
of these Ancient tribal
Ancestral lands.
I do see people arriving
to search for their lucky stars -
wanting and wishing
to see the fame of the fortunate.
I learn something from everyone,
no matter where everyone arrives from,
and no matter where they journey to next.
In the eyes of each person
I have learned to see the light of the stars.
Eyes are stars illuminated from within,
reflecting back out
the truth of our own inner light.
Each set of eyes displays
each individual life story.
Sometimes when I am star gazing,
I see into the inner light of the person
whose eyes I am gazing into.
Some times
I glance their Self-fullness.
I sense their Self-leadership.
I witness their Self-individualization.
I feel their Self-empowerment.
I recognize their Self-recognition.
I become aware of their Self-awareness.
I am entranced
by the variety of stars
I have looked into.
Each one of us
is a singular event
of unique
individual formation.
Our bodies of matter
are lands full of stars.
I recognize Self within us
each one of us,
our star quality of Self,
my Self, you and your Self.
Star fields within bodies of light,
within each one of us.
A friend of mine from India
was visiting for a few days.
We exchanged our Self's perception
of our Self-recognition -
the variety of stars within Self.
Within one, and an other,
within all That is ...
within all that might ever be,
within all that might ever be
willed into Being manifest.
I meditate to see my Self,
within the islands full of stars,
populations of planets
glowing brightly from within.
I meditate to recognize my Self,
as a star living within the biosphere
of my individual body's planetary life.
I do recognize my Self among all the stars.
I see me within me.
Life is simple
when each life form
is recognized
as a single form
of life.
Life seems more complicated
when each life form
is viewed as a group,
and grouped as a whole
to be seen -
and then seen once
is once again seen as an individual,
within a group of individuals.
Self individualization,
is the Self,
tapping cellular evolution awake.
The data streaming
screaming awareness
and sounding the evolution
of Souls waking up.
We all are,
made of the same ingredients,
there are no races, only species
of humanity -
lit Souls, light souls
within bodies of sound.
I am grateful.
I grew up with
nightly playful star fields,
dancing Northern Lights,
the eyes of the universe
illuminated from within.
Unbridled painters,
colorers of creation,
illustrating alive,
the transparent veils,
of constant transformation.
The night ceiling,
lighting up above me
was my existence's sky,
of infinite abundance.
This year,
of constant change,
makes it easy to not expect.
This time,
of consistent shifts,
makes it easy to not plan.
This space of flux,
creates graceful recreation,
which relaxes anticipation.
Each day
is full of ease,
when I relax,
into a constant relationship,
with breathing my Self alive.
Being in charge
of my being alive,
my being the one,
the only leader,
of my own life.
Each night is the awake,
a wide wild potent dream
of awakening,
each day, to more,
of my Self-recognition.
I dream of waking
to my awakening -
waking my Self-leadership,
awakening my power to grow,
and to cultivating my abilities of Self -
That which wakes from the dream of being awake.
This year of constant change
gifts me more.
With more I expand,
my ability,
to recognize my Self
and see you.
This year of more,
more constant change
to recognize my Self more,
and see life more clearly.
Being creative,
is having power,
to create more presence,
and being present,
is what forms creation.
This year of more,
I imagine that I can,
see in my eyes my Self -
and I imagine that I can,
see in the eyes of everyone,
their personal star quality.
I often meet people,
who will not imagine,
or cannot imagine,
what it is like to see into people -
see in their eyes,
their stellar illumination.
Some people have yet to,
or may never,
glimpse their insignificance,
in the larger picture,
scheme of creation.
These people will not,
or have not yet,
connected to their significance -
of how profound,
their own individual life experience,
is uniquely fulfilling their destiny,
in all ways, always.
Cities of angels,
continental islands of stars
lit from within ~
this year of more star quality
reconfiguring transformations
of the light within ...
more cellular light,
within more patterns
of light transmuting.
More augmentation,
of more abundance.
More relaxation,
into more constant change.
More moving,
star quality within stillness within.
To relax more,
is to become more aware.
To recognize Self more,
is to see life more clearly.
Imagine our universe,
made up of planets.
Imagine planets of worlds,
made up of cities of angels -
continental islands of stars
lit from within.
~~ Other People's Fingerprints ~~
In 1936 James Hilton and Robert Riskin wrote
the movie screenplay "Lost Horizon".
Frank Capra directed the film,
and it was released to the public in September 1937.
While people watched the film "Lost Horizon",
Japan invaded China in 1937 and the Second World War
began on the 1st of September 1939.
This human's searching for meaning during wartime and upheaval,
was the political landscape behind the philosophy of the making of this film.
LAMA
Because, my son, I am placing in your
hands the future and destiny of Shangri-La.
(pause)
For I am going to die.
(There is a pause during which Conway
cannot conceal his amazement at this
simple statement.)
LAMA
I knew my work was done when I first
set eyes upon you.
CLOSEUP - CONWAY AND LAMA
(Conway is too awed and impressed to
utter a sound. The High Lama finally resumes.)
LAMA
I have waited for you, my son, for a
long time. I have sat in this room and
seen the faces of newcomers. I have
looked into their eyes and heard their
voices - always in hope that I might
find you . My friend, it is not an arduous
task that I bequeath, for our order
knows only silken bonds. To be gentle
and patient, to care for the riches
of the mind, to preside in wisdom, while
the storm rages without.
CONWAY
Do you think this will come in my time?
MED. CLOSE SHOT - THE TWO
HIGH LAMA
You, my son, will live through the storm.
You will preserve the fragrance of our
history, and add to it a touch of your
own mind. Beyond that, my vision weakens.
(pause - magisterially)
But I see in the great distance a new
world starting in the ruins - stirring
clumsily - but in hopefulness, seeking
its vast and legendary treasures. And
they will all be here, my son, hidden
behind the mountains in the Valley of
the Blue Moon, preserved as if by a miracle.
(The voice of the Lama, toward the last, seems to fade out.)
(Conway, thoroughly engrossed, half-consciously waits
for it to continue. Following a protracted silence,
he slowly turns toward the Lama.
A breeze blows through the room,
ruffling curtains on the window.)
CLOSE SHOT - THE HIGH LAMA
(From whose face the glow has faded.
There is nothing left but a dark-shadowed mask.)
CLOSEUP - CONWAY
(He stares, uncertainly, for a long while,
with a slow realization that the High Lama is dead.
Quite unaware that he is being moved emotionally,
tears well up in his eyes.
While still sitting this way, unable to stir,
he becomes conscious of activity around him.)
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I imagine
that I can see
in the eyes
of everyone I meet
their personal star ...
their star quality.
I live in a city of tourism,
at a world famous beach,
egos centric
in the land
of artistic ideals.
The tourists
who arrive daily
from all over the world
arrive with
preconceptions.
I am grateful
to everyone
who shares
with me
their preconceived ideas
of the Americas.
I was born in Canada,
and that is fortunate,
for many reasons,
mainly because
it provides me
an outsiders view
from the inside out,
and an insiders insight
from an outsiders point of view.
I recognize the smell of roses
during the day,
and know why sweet grass
is burnt at night.
From my inside
I look outward,
and sometimes
interact externally.
From my inner world,
I witness my Self creating,
what I command
manifests outwardly
into being.
I am grateful,
I grew up with
nightly playful star fields,
dancing Northern Lights -
energy bursting,
into flames of creation,
in constant formations
transforming the night sky -
lit up from within.
Lit up from within.
This was my normal
above me,
and beyond me
point of view.
It was typical for me to witness
the constant infinite flow
of ever changing forms.
To learn to bead
the patterns of stars,
and weave baskets
in the shapes of the universe.
I often meet people in cities
who will not, or cannot, imagine.
They do not use their imaginations
to imagine what it is like to see
vast fields of stars
illuminate the skies each night.
They have yet to,
or may never
create the opportunity,
to glimpse their own insignificance -
in the expanded-picture
nature-of-creation.
They will not,
or have not yet
created the opportunity,
to connect to their own significance -
in the profound-expansiveness
of their own individual life,
experiencing more, becoming more.
I am grateful for my Ancestors,
that they have lived,
in North, Central and South America
for thousands, if not millions, of years.
In the past
when I travelled from this land
to other continents, I shifted -
I felt an inner shift ...
that can only be described
as a sensation of disconnection -
similar to a cord being pulled taunt ...
a tightening of the heart-cord
within my solar-plexus.
My solar-plexus connection altered
into kind of an unkind survival mode,
an unassuming, kind, poverty consciousness.
My core-mind-field of energy
spun out dizzying me,
revolved around my belly button
a lowering, of me, onto my pelvic floor.
The landscape of me,
my inner world journey,
tilted until I felt -
felt, the crown of my head,
incandescently fill,
full of wisdom.
I was dipped in adventure,
gifted easy access
to my quest for vision.
In the past,
my always
internally-active Self,
taught me to guide mySelf
beyond me -
beyond what I had so far
imagined my life to be.
My Ancestors guided me,
taught me, to listen to my Self -
to see,
what I have,
yet to imagine
into being manifest.
When I leave my Ancestral land,
this shift of ages
used to prompt my cellular memory,
remind me of all of human history.
I remembered the advantages of reinvention -
domestic truths of foreign stories,
foreign truths of domestic stories.
The most obvious
concepts of reality
are seldom true,
perhaps were never true,
were only ideas seeking believers.
From my inside I look outward,
and sometimes interact externally.
From my inner world I witness
my Self creating what I command
to manifest outwardly into being.
The people who come
to the city of angels
come to see the stars
on the Hollywood Walk of Fame -
many do not stay at the beach
to see the sky's nighttime stars appear.
Each newly arrived person I meet
seems to know the history of their own
individual native national culture.
Not necessarily do they know,
their historical connection with the Americas -
their own personal and ancestral history,
with the continents known as the Americas.
Spanish know some of Spain's history
of interaction here.
French know some of France's history
of assimilation here.
Africans know some of the stories
of their ancestor's reinvention here.
Asians know some the travails
of their colonial past here.
Ascendants from North African
and Central Asia know things.
Descendants of English, Scottish, Irish
and Europeans found out things,
but did not discover the secrets, of the new,
or old worlds, within, the Americas.
I hear so many
different points of view
about the same thing -
the same world,
the shared planet,
our same world,
our shared planet.
I have yet to meet someone,
arrived here,
from somewhere else,
who knows the history
of these Ancient tribal
Ancestral lands.
I do see people arriving
to search for their lucky stars -
wanting and wishing
to see the fame of the fortunate.
I learn something from everyone,
no matter where everyone arrives from,
and no matter where they journey to next.
In the eyes of each person
I have learned to see the light of the stars.
Eyes are stars illuminated from within,
reflecting back out
the truth of our own inner light.
Each set of eyes displays
each individual life story.
Sometimes when I am star gazing,
I see into the inner light of the person
whose eyes I am gazing into.
Some times
I glance their Self-fullness.
I sense their Self-leadership.
I witness their Self-individualization.
I feel their Self-empowerment.
I recognize their Self-recognition.
I become aware of their Self-awareness.
I am entranced
by the variety of stars
I have looked into.
Each one of us
is a singular event
of unique
individual formation.
Our bodies of matter
are lands full of stars.
I recognize Self within us
each one of us,
our star quality of Self,
my Self, you and your Self.
Star fields within bodies of light,
within each one of us.
A friend of mine from India
was visiting for a few days.
We exchanged our Self's perception
of our Self-recognition -
the variety of stars within Self.
Within one, and an other,
within all That is ...
within all that might ever be,
within all that might ever be
willed into Being manifest.
I meditate to see my Self,
within the islands full of stars,
populations of planets
glowing brightly from within.
I meditate to recognize my Self,
as a star living within the biosphere
of my individual body's planetary life.
I do recognize my Self among all the stars.
I see me within me.
Life is simple
when each life form
is recognized
as a single form
of life.
Life seems more complicated
when each life form
is viewed as a group,
and grouped as a whole
to be seen -
and then seen once
is once again seen as an individual,
within a group of individuals.
Self individualization,
is the Self,
tapping cellular evolution awake.
The data streaming
screaming awareness
and sounding the evolution
of Souls waking up.
We all are,
made of the same ingredients,
there are no races, only species
of humanity -
lit Souls, light souls
within bodies of sound.
I am grateful.
I grew up with
nightly playful star fields,
dancing Northern Lights,
the eyes of the universe
illuminated from within.
Unbridled painters,
colorers of creation,
illustrating alive,
the transparent veils,
of constant transformation.
The night ceiling,
lighting up above me
was my existence's sky,
of infinite abundance.
This year,
of constant change,
makes it easy to not expect.
This time,
of consistent shifts,
makes it easy to not plan.
This space of flux,
creates graceful recreation,
which relaxes anticipation.
Each day
is full of ease,
when I relax,
into a constant relationship,
with breathing my Self alive.
Being in charge
of my being alive,
my being the one,
the only leader,
of my own life.
Each night is the awake,
a wide wild potent dream
of awakening,
each day, to more,
of my Self-recognition.
I dream of waking
to my awakening -
waking my Self-leadership,
awakening my power to grow,
and to cultivating my abilities of Self -
That which wakes from the dream of being awake.
This year of constant change
gifts me more.
With more I expand,
my ability,
to recognize my Self
and see you.
This year of more,
more constant change
to recognize my Self more,
and see life more clearly.
Being creative,
is having power,
to create more presence,
and being present,
is what forms creation.
This year of more,
I imagine that I can,
see in my eyes my Self -
and I imagine that I can,
see in the eyes of everyone,
their personal star quality.
I often meet people,
who will not imagine,
or cannot imagine,
what it is like to see into people -
see in their eyes,
their stellar illumination.
Some people have yet to,
or may never,
glimpse their insignificance,
in the larger picture,
scheme of creation.
These people will not,
or have not yet,
connected to their significance -
of how profound,
their own individual life experience,
is uniquely fulfilling their destiny,
in all ways, always.
Cities of angels,
continental islands of stars
lit from within ~
this year of more star quality
reconfiguring transformations
of the light within ...
more cellular light,
within more patterns
of light transmuting.
More augmentation,
of more abundance.
More relaxation,
into more constant change.
More moving,
star quality within stillness within.
To relax more,
is to become more aware.
To recognize Self more,
is to see life more clearly.
Imagine our universe,
made up of planets.
Imagine planets of worlds,
made up of cities of angels -
continental islands of stars
lit from within.
~~ Other People's Fingerprints ~~
In 1936 James Hilton and Robert Riskin wrote
the movie screenplay "Lost Horizon".
Frank Capra directed the film,
and it was released to the public in September 1937.
While people watched the film "Lost Horizon",
Japan invaded China in 1937 and the Second World War
began on the 1st of September 1939.
This human's searching for meaning during wartime and upheaval,
was the political landscape behind the philosophy of the making of this film.
LAMA
Because, my son, I am placing in your
hands the future and destiny of Shangri-La.
(pause)
For I am going to die.
(There is a pause during which Conway
cannot conceal his amazement at this
simple statement.)
LAMA
I knew my work was done when I first
set eyes upon you.
CLOSEUP - CONWAY AND LAMA
(Conway is too awed and impressed to
utter a sound. The High Lama finally resumes.)
LAMA
I have waited for you, my son, for a
long time. I have sat in this room and
seen the faces of newcomers. I have
looked into their eyes and heard their
voices - always in hope that I might
find you . My friend, it is not an arduous
task that I bequeath, for our order
knows only silken bonds. To be gentle
and patient, to care for the riches
of the mind, to preside in wisdom, while
the storm rages without.
CONWAY
Do you think this will come in my time?
MED. CLOSE SHOT - THE TWO
HIGH LAMA
You, my son, will live through the storm.
You will preserve the fragrance of our
history, and add to it a touch of your
own mind. Beyond that, my vision weakens.
(pause - magisterially)
But I see in the great distance a new
world starting in the ruins - stirring
clumsily - but in hopefulness, seeking
its vast and legendary treasures. And
they will all be here, my son, hidden
behind the mountains in the Valley of
the Blue Moon, preserved as if by a miracle.
(The voice of the Lama, toward the last, seems to fade out.)
(Conway, thoroughly engrossed, half-consciously waits
for it to continue. Following a protracted silence,
he slowly turns toward the Lama.
A breeze blows through the room,
ruffling curtains on the window.)
CLOSE SHOT - THE HIGH LAMA
(From whose face the glow has faded.
There is nothing left but a dark-shadowed mask.)
CLOSEUP - CONWAY
(He stares, uncertainly, for a long while,
with a slow realization that the High Lama is dead.
Quite unaware that he is being moved emotionally,
tears well up in his eyes.
While still sitting this way, unable to stir,
he becomes conscious of activity around him.)
