The world is pale, cold and silver out my window this morning.  I"m huddled up and hunkered down, layering down into the warming depths and folds, feeling down for the fire within.  God knows it's a bit chilly up here........

Sunday found me driving way up into Madison county to take a 'heart centering' workshop.  Cut to the chase:  exactly.  I felt the very center of the center of my energetic heart to be like a gentle, razor sharp blade.............no aggression, pure gentleness- please, Dear, lean up against me........let go and fall on this Tender Sword. 

A lot, a whole fuck of a lot, of resistance in me, and this work highlights that resistance, that Satanic Rebellion thing, and how or why we got such a big dose of the Devil is anybody's guess...............but one dialectic here- did he jump or was he pushed?  Are we victims of a Cosmic Mistake- look around people- or does the Infinite just love the Prodigal Son?

Questions...............horrible, annoying questions when one can rest..................ah, yes Rest............for a while in the Steady Radiance of Source, coming through the heart.

Humbling work- humbling, humbling, frustrating.................and then so beautiful in Birthright. 

Here's the organization I chose, and there is a free download on this site, right on the first page,  that will give you a 20 minute guided thing.  I highly recommend!

I’m not trying to be abstract in the least when I say that I am a man who ponders duality daily.  The gorilla in the room and there’s no reason not to ponder such a beast.  Of course, in this day of lightning global whirls, mad knowledge and girls gone wild, someone’s always willing to spill the beans and cream still rises to the top, mostly- and here I mean the best stuff the planet’s come up with so far, grokked mightily by her most grokkable-  Buddha, Lao Tzu, and when you pan it down to the richest ore you get teachings that tackle and characterize the nature of actuarial tabla rasas.........the very basis of a ‘you’in the first place. 

Welcome to nonduality, friend, and watch your step- in step or out of step as it might be....watch your step because, when it comes to nonduality, you’re going to need both feet.

Seems funny, I know.  To talk about something like nonduality at all, one’s mind must balance on the head of a pin and dive off backwards into a crystal pool forever falling.  The serum that is Truth Lives burning anguish all else beside.  There is no forward gone with no way home.  All comfort rides this wind of swift razors cutting through- the colors in the wings of wild birds.  Altogether, collaboration equals zero, yet everyone is here.  A party ensues. 

People come to the party and ask.  Who subdued the dual?  Where did I go?  Am I doubley dual when I play the fool?  The nature of the Known is always- always- the Unknown, and every great Truth, as for those, take a look at its opposite- another great truth. Damn.   

Thus, I propose ‘soft duality’............the new duality with half the hassle; one less problem: Big You. ‘ you’ would still exist, but no Capitals, only far side ranges of snow mountains clear and present. 

Or maybe Subduality- where the Big Bulb is wholly part of the show, or even better- the show of all shows,  cut to the chase, making your own movie on the slipstream of the Edge, feeling the Beauty of the Bulb all the while...........

Slipstream the currents of soft duality.  Don’t throw the baby out with the bath!  And getting back to that party?  Duality is where all the action is baby!  But, sometimes he goes too far..........ah, the Devil.  Keep an eye on those car keys!

Oh and here's a bit on duality writ weird and cool.

Next time: The Prodigal daughter

Barrack Obama:  Antichrist or World Saviour? 

He has to be one or the other- no one else could have done what he's done. 

I'll go either way................hell, Armageddon tired of waiting! 

Still gonna blog on the 'prodigal daughter' but thought this picture was too freakin' cool- and yes, Virginia, this Cat is your president, bone fide!

I was nursing my friend who had definite views that there was no afterlife. In her last couple of hours she became very peaceful and arose from her unconsciousness periodically, saying clearly and happily such phrases as 'I will know soon', 'Come on, get on with it then, I am ready to go now', and 'It is so beautiful'. She would immediately lapse back into unconsciousness after uttering these phrases. She was very obviously content, happy and at peace. It was a wonderful experience for her partner and me. (p. 27)

He was going unconscious. When I looked at him, he was looking fixedly at something in front of him. A smile of recognition spread slowly over his face, as if he was greeting someone. Then he relaxed peacefully and died. (p. 29)

I said, 'Are you sure you were not dreaming?', to which she replied, 'I know a dream from what I have been seeing.' She seemed very happy and would say little more, although I felt the experience had a particularly calming effect on her... (p. 28)

My brother was in hospital dying from emphysema. His breathing was very laboured, when all of a sudden he stopped and his breathing suddenly appeared normal. He looked at about 45 degrees upwards and smiled broadly, as if at something or someone: he turned to me and died suddenly in my arms. I am positive to this day that he wanted to tell me what he had seen. Those few seconds before he died will live with me for ever, it was so powerful. (p. 29)

From "The Art of Dying" by Peter Fenwick, a british neuro-psychiatrist