Getting Over
Someone,
or
Something,
…is Hard…
…until…,
it isn’t

Love the Earth
and the Sun
and the Animals.
Despise riches,
Give Alms to everyone that asks,
Stand up for the stupid & crazy,
Devote your income & labor to others,
Hate tyrants, argue not concerning god,
Have patience & indulgence toward people,
Take off your hat to nothing known
or unknown or to any man
or number of men,
Go freely with powerful uneducated persons
and with the young
and with mothers of families,
Read these leaves in the open air
every season of every year of your life,
Reexamine all that you have been told at school
or church or in any book,
Dismiss whatever insults your very own soul,
and your very flesh shall be a great poem
and have the richest fluency not only in its words
but in the silent lines of the lips & face
and between the lashes of your eyes
and in every motion & joint of your body…

~Walt Whitman

To expand beyond what we are, we must open to the Divine.  Our partner, becomes both the key and the gateway.  By putting our attention on the energy that we are giving and receiving, we can amplify it. We create something that cannot be attained without a partner, beyond biological release and normal awareness. This amplification allows us to transcend our physical shells and step joyously into the realm of spirituality.

While orgasm by definition is the culmination of the act, the process is in fact, the key. Placing your awareness into another human, breathing as they breath, sensitivity to their response, and awareness of the shared mental state becomes  a celebration of the Divine. We transcend individual male or female form and become both.

Losing inhibitions and accepting what “is” becomes a journey in itself. There are no perfect bodies, there is no perfect moment. We all age, wither and eventually die. Illness and disease are parts of life too. They do not lessen the person nor the experience unless we choose to define ourselves by something that is as transient as a breath. Our lives, while important to us, have less universal scale than a molecule of water.  Our egos will place walls where none should exist.

I believe this shared sexual experience has the capacity to encompass the body and the Divine being. The time up to, and including, the orgasm can be rapturous. Our minds devoid of thought, enable the ego to disappear and we become pure consciousness. This state of consciousness opens a channel through which a connection to our body,  souls and ultimately the Divine become possible.

Love to All,

-Deb

I believe we are all connected, and separateness is only a mental illusion. What I do for you, I do for myself, for everything else and the universe. I believe a heartfelt act of kindness ripples though the entire cosmos. To give or receive with humility, gratitude and love is an honor granted to us by the Divine.

I believe we are all directed by the Universe to care for each other. Maybe some are born able to see light and joy while others must search for it. I know, that at times, we ALL need a soft, loving and unconditional place of acceptance.

It is puzzling, that unconditional acceptance and love, are put into restrictive confines. Filtered, processed, suppressed, ignored, redefined. Unconditional, truly is that. I see the divinity, I feel the connectedness. Whether the outstretched hand is ever grasped, or even seen,  makes no difference, it will remain a loving offering from the universe.

Love to all,

-Deb

Don’t like Gay Marriages ….. Don’t get one
Don’t like abortions ….. Don’t have one
Don’t like sex ….. Don’t do it
Don’t like drugs ….. Don’t do them
Don’t like porn ….. Don’t watch it
Don’t like alcohol ….. Don’t drink it
Don’t like guns ….. Don’t buy one
and…
Don’t like your rights taken away…?
… then don’t take away someone else’s!

~anon

Yesterday I was clever,
so I wanted to change the world.
Today I am wise,
so I am changing myself

~Rumi

Gamble everything for love,
if you’re a true human being.
If not, leave this gathering.
Half-heartedness doesn’t reach into majesty.
You set out to find God,
but then you keep stopping for long periods
at mean-spirited roadhouses.

The sun is Love.
The Lover, a speck circling the sun.
A Spring wind moves
to dance any branch that isn’t dead.

Something opens our wings.
Something makes boredom
and hurt disappear.
Someone fills the cup in front of us.
We taste only sacredness.

I have lived on the lip of insanity,
wanting to know the reasons,
knocking on a door. It opens.
I’ve been knocking from the inside!

Dance, when you are broken open.
Dance, when you’ve torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of the fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance, when you’re perfectly free.

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absentminded.
Someone sober will worry about things going badly.
Let the lover be.

I would love to kiss you.
The price of kissing is your life.
Now my loving is running toward my life shouting,
What a bargain, let’s buy it.

When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep.
Praise God for these two insomnias!
And the difference between them.

You that came to birth and bring the mysteries,
your voice-thunder makes us very happy.
Roar, lion of the heart, and tear me open.

“Out beyond ideas of right doing and wrong doing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there”

~Rumi

Love to all,
-Deb

I opened my eyes and found myself on a couch. My head and back were resting on the arm of the couch and my feet were resting in the center. On the other side was a man, similarly positioned. I recognized him immediately as my other half and the home as my home in the dreamworld. I have seen him many times, but only while dreaming and once during a past life regression, but I have felt his presence my whole life.

I knew immediately that I was dreaming and began to anchor myself to ensure that the dream remained lucid. He seemed drowsy and I realized he was dreaming.

I called to him and tried to let him know I was really there, but he responded as a dreaming person would. Finally, with great concentration, he saw me and then slowly, lethargically reached to hold me. Again I tried to bring him to lucidity and this time he blinked his eyes several times and began to anchor. He started crying and told me that he thought I had died. I started crying and told him I wanted to stay in the dreamworld, it was where I belonged and I had missed him so much. We held each other and talked and loved.

Whenever I am in the dreamworld, there is such a sense of “rightness” and overwhelming love and connectedness. I am often taught lessons and are shown concepts that would be impossible learn in this “reality”. I believe that place is gateway to all that is.

Later in the day he said he knew someone that could help me permanently anchor to that place. He took my hand and we went to an old woman’s house. She invited us into her living room and said that she could help us, she could keep me in that reality. Even though it was difficult, she knew how and had done it several times. She said that all she needed was a conduit, another person from that plane to temporarily hold my spirit while she transitioned me over.

She called a young woman in from another room and asked her to lie on the floor. There was a device under a glass dome that had a silver handled conductor extending from it. She handed the conductor to the woman who would be the conduit and told me to lie down on the floor next to her. She said I needed to be still, keep my body from moving around so that my full spirit could easily find my new body. I heard her turn the device on, some electrical crackling and smelled burning and then I heard someone say, “It is shorting out!” and I immediately was fully awake in my bed here.

Today I am a little disoriented and missing my dreamworld.

I will not die and unlived life.
I will not live in fear of falling, or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days
to allow my living to open me
to make me less afraid, more accessible
to loosen my heart
until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance
to live,
so that which came to me as seed
goes on to the next as blossom,
and that which came to me as blossom,
goes on as fruit.

~Dawna Markova

Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.

~Pueblo Blessing

You can question somebody’s views
and their judgment
without questioning their motives
or patriotism

~President Barack Obama

~Arthur O’Shaughnessy