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I had been told by my soul to lay off the healing work. Apparently, that prohibition has been lifted.

Sunday, on the disc golf course my golfing buddy was going along fine until about the 8th hole on the second round. Frankly, he had three shots in a row that could only be classified as embarrassing. I had a vision of a red dot like may be seen from a laser pointer. I knew if I touched him, I could put that dot into him and he'd regain his shot. I asked for permission and did so. His next throw was back to his old form. A few holes later, he was weakening again. I touched him with the dot and the next shot significantly improved.

My friend Flower had a tough weekend. She was feeling down and agitated. Suddenly, I had the vision of a descending dove like may be found on the symbol of the OTO. I knew it would bring her peace. I asked, "Would you like to be a magickal experiment?" She said yes and I touched her with the dove. I then left her alone to do another on-line healing session.

Upon returning I asked her how she felt. She said when I first did it she felt dizzy. Then her eyes went blurry for five to ten minutes. A little while after that, she received an email. Her response to it was, "That is just want I needed to feel peace." It was then I told her what I had shared.

The on-line healing session was a bit different. The client said she had two significant painful body parts. Medical treatments were not helping and asked if I could find an emotional component. I went to work using my new technique which is much more like Reiki. I am present but mostly passive and I just let the energy go where it needs to go. It focused much more on one of the painful areas than the other. I received impressions of the emotional correspondences to the pains. It was then that I noticed a chakra below her belly button was a muddy brown. I watched it turn bright yellow.

I told the client about the emotional impressions I had of her pains and she concurred that she is dealing with those issues but had not linked them. I also told her to look up the attributes of the yellow chakra and see what she could learn from that.

Today, I received an email from here that contained the line, "You ought to come with a warning label."  It seems that she woke up around 2 AM and spent an hour on the toilet and using a bucket. Apparently, she purged some 'toxins' or some such thing and reports that she feels great. Though, I am not sure if that  is emotional clarity or physical healing.

She also thinks the chakra in question was below the yellow one. I know very little of chakras. Perhaps it flared yellow as the yellow chakra stimulated the one immediately below it. I suppose I will have to learn about chakras if similar things keep happening.

All in all, it was pretty nice return to one of my favorite activities.

Leo = Aquarius

As I have stated many times since the shard meditation, February 4 is my new birthday. I have also made it very clear over the years that I was born a Leo. In checking my new birthday, I was most amused to learn that February 4 lands in Aquarius on the direct opposite side of the zodiacal wheel.

As my first talent was tarot, I decided to look at how my birth cards have changed. In Leo, my cards are 5 of Wands, Strife; Prince of Wands; and  Strength/Lust. In Aquarius my cards are: 6 of Swords; Prince of Swords; and the Star. What Crowley has to say about the Six of Wands in his Book of Thoth (pdf) , is quite complimentary. The  Prince of Swords is more difficult. The Star, long my favorite card is well, stunning as always.  


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Habits of Spiritual Living: Believe Properly

Stop believing your past bad acts define you.
Stop believing what you want other people to believe of you.

Both of these things are half built of lies.

Start getting to know your fundamental goodness.
Start knowing your spirit so well you can share it, without a thought.

Both of these are more real than real.

Habits of Spiritual Living: Believe Everything

There are those that will tell you that you must read, digest, understand and be able to quote forth  from ponderously written tombs at parties before the spiritual intelligentsia. If you cannot, then perhaps you really do not understand. After all, the words of the Tsangyang Gyatso are particularly apropos to the discussion at hand. So glad that you get it, but you really don't.

Later, you run out and read what you can find on Gyatso and find that you have no idea how it applied, but you find other things and eventually learn to follow the conversations and eventually keep up...but, but how do you feel? Less, somehow, less.

This is what they intend you see. Those memorized passages are magick spells of superiority, a glamour needed by those that feel that less than they are. They above. You below. Now perhaps intend was a poor choice of words. Intent requires awareness and these folks are not aware. Learned perhaps, intelligent and even fully cognizant of many things but not, not fully, aware of the game they are playing.  

Which of you should feel less?

Neither. 

You see the game worked and if you were who you are the game cannot, could not, be played. If they were who they are, the game could not, would not, be played. 

What they don't see, is the game behind the game is the same one you are playing, only you use dice. Ninety pair. Roll, roll them again. How many sixes turned up? How many pairs can you match to equal six? How my triples equal six? Oh, six isn't your number yet? What about fives?

Oh, playing with dice they say? Simple fool, the knowledge is in books. He will get it though. He's a good chap. They might utter these things behind your back or in the quiet recesses of their superior minds but how do they feel?

Less. Sadly less.

And blessed are they that know not! More blessed are those that know they feel as they do. Cursed are those that hide it from you behind a cloud of mystic-speak but worry not for they are blessed too as curses and blessings are the same. And, so this one thing is true. Those books of theirs and knowledge rote, and your dice that float are one in the same.

You may have first noticed that all the dice are cubes and tossed in some gamers, eight-sided, maybe sixteen. Yet, they all bounce and roll, no difference there. Oh sure, there may be more or less hops and skips as they skid along the table and maybe onto the floor. They may have odd angles and many faces but never too much or too few. And in the end, in the end, they always present a number, face up, but there is more to the left, to the right, or some odd angle and even a number on the bottom, impossible to see. The dice, no matter the what they show, are whole dice.

 And what is the point of a die? The numbers of course. And, where do they come from? Well, they start with one. One. Just one but what was before? None. Just none. 

Nothing but everything, zero the mother of one the mother of all.

Books are much alike, pages, bindings, covers containing information, power, words, ideas whether you can understand or not...for some ideas are on the bottom and that is okay too. But these ideas, these sentences, these words, these letters, from whence did they come? From sound and what does sound come from? Silence. The deafening music of silence. Nothing but everything, silence the father of all. 

Books or dice it is all ONE.

So, when they covet their books and words, gematria, the Iwa, the Neteru, the earth itself and say, "Brother this is the way!" Know, know with all your being they are right but so are you, and your dice as they clatter upon the floor. 

Habits of Spiritual Living: Words Matter

This is the first in a series promised here. Please read the disclaimers in that post. 

I used to think that we needed to purify ourselves and put myself through alchemical hell. Yet something I wrote yesterday changed my perspective. I wrote:

This isn't necessarily meanness on the part of the other but more of a natural unconscious reaction. Often, there is some impure part of the personality at work here but that is all well as they are tugging at an impure part of the seeker's personality.

I wish I used the word ill-defined. Our misses or errors in life are not because we are bad people. If you look closer there is something intrinsic to our nature that contributes to that behavior. The fellow that is a workaholic may believe he is taking care of his family by earning 100K a year working 70 hours a week. The meaning of 'taking care' has been warped. When he realizes he hasn't taken care of but abandoned his family, he may feel like a bad human. That negative judgement is devastating as it piles on to the very real damage his behavior has caused. Yet, if someone shares that the core need to take care of is there but has been misapplied, he has a chance to heal. While he may never heal the damage he has done, he may find other outlets in a helping profession or volunteering. 

This is not about semantics or being emotionally pc. This is about what happens when core divinity hides behind learned behavior. When the inner divine is exposed, even the pain of causing pain drifts away like litter in a breeze. 

So when you look at your behaviors that you feel are hiding your divinity look to those same behaviors for answers. There is a clue there about who you really are. When you find that, you are living a spiritual life.

Sacred Questions

I watched a documentary the other day on the impact of absentee fathers. The claim was made that there is a specific male question. "Do I have what it takes?" The young child needs that questions answered affirmatively by his father. The father presents challenges that boy must eventually overcome. "I am proud of you son," goes a long way. Eventually, there should be some rite of passage in adulthood. Females have a  different question, "Am I valued enough to be worth protecting?" Again, fathers must demonstrate this and answer that question with an empathic yes.Women do not need (as much) the right of passage because their menstrual cycle is a very bold physical rite of womanhood.

When this question isn't answered, men often have aggression issues. They are either overly or under aggressive. They either cannot stand for what is right or their response is over-the-top and usually misplaced. Women end up looking for "Daddy's love" all over the place and generally wind up pregnant as teens.

I cannot scientifically back up their claims. I can state that a lot of things fell into place for me. Many friends have run into walls trying to get those answers. So much is clear in retrospect. I ran into a lot of that question myself. My dad was present but emotionally silent. I don't think I ever heard, "I am proud of you," until my late thirties -- too late.

My recent experiences have made those questions mute.

When I speak on the HGA make a comment about how everyone has a word. Buddha had awareness; Jesus had forgiveness; Moses had law. Each of us has a word of our life too. "What is my word?" is  a sacred question for the answer uncovers the divine purpose.

There are many smaller questions too that lead you along the road. "Why do I do that?" "What lead me into this trap?" "What is my internal script and who wrote it?" "What part of me demonstrates my sacredness?" All of these and many more are sacred questions. Most fear to ask them. The answers are extraordinary and uplifting. The answers heal. It is a pity so many are afraid to ask.

Fearless

Yesterday, I went for an eye exam. They posted pictures of my eyeballs on the computer screen as I waited for the doctor. On one eye, I saw a rather large area obviously darker than anything else. Though it had smooth edges, making it look less natural, there were some odd curvatures. To me, it looked a bit scary. The odd part was that I wasn't afraid at all.

I simply thought, well, if I have an eye disease and lose my sight in one eye, that must be something my soul needs me to experience. What adjustments will I have to make? Depth perception would be a problem. Would I be able to continue to play disc golf?I  experienced no fear, no worry, no physiological reaction. Sweet! There was total faith that this too was perfect.

It turns out it was just a shadow and my eyes are perfectly healthy.

Pulling Strings

When one engages in the Great Work one finds other people will try to pull one down on occasion. It seems that when you climb a step up, someone will try to trip you and accept some 'credit', for lack of a better word, for their accomplishment. Usually, they get a sense of superiority.

This isn't necessarily meanness on the part of the other but more of a natural unconscious reaction. Often, there is some impure part of the personality at work here but that is all well as they are tugging at an impure part of the seeker's personality.

Esoterically, this is a test. If they can knock you down, you are not balanced. Through much of my career people were able to successfully find a rope and give it a yank. Down I would fall. Of late, three or four people have tried to pull me out of my perfection high by tugging on the metaphorical rope. They found themselves holding nothing but a small string. I look at them as having performed a small service like plucking away an small unraveled thread from my coat.