Get It? Game Over!

Copyright 2011, Danise Codekas

A very great vision is needed and the man

who has it must follow it as the eagle seeks

the deepest blue of the sky. --Crazy Horse

What a life this is! Never know what is going to happen next. Felt like a whole lot of shaking was going on and then instead it turned out to be that water pipes were blocked under the house. I think it was those field mice, getting back at me, who I scared off this spring, exacting some revenge for losing their little nest off the mud room, behind the sinks.

Now it seems that it has a more universal cosmic meaning. You did not think anything that is happening in your life right now is anything less than a manifestation in the physical to show you where you are going if you stay on course or move off course, did you?

I have stopped the outflow of energy because it is time to balance internally in order to operate with due diligence in the world now.

With volcanoes erupting at violent force in three areas, no four, today, storms and rivers destroying entire food production areas of the world and ongoing bereavement ceremonies for the destruction of places on earth humans once held as safe, did you really think that a simple thing as a pipe being blocked under a house does not have significance to my internal, spiritual enfoldment?

Think beyond the material reality you are seeing and realize it represents something your soul is trying to understand, heal or manifest. It has nothing to do with simple explanations, any longer.

What I am learning is the amount of water I can subsist on without depending on outside sources. Because the flow is blocked out of the house, cutting down on water usage became an immediate act. Now, water is flowing from bathrooms fine, however the kitchen sinks seem to be where I am wasting the most water, as I think about not being able to pour water into the drain.

It has forced me to stop buying any boxed foods. All food coming into the house for the past 9 days are simple, organic forms of life. Washing pots and plates take on a new dimension, so cutting down on preparing cooked (loses healing properties) and using knives to cut fish or meat, requires that my intake of fruits, vegetables increases and also the elimination of most forms of breads, crackers or pasta.

So, my body is incredibly lighter which is something I am always in tune with, anyway. However , now, should an earth changing event occur I do not need to rush away in order to gather food or water for needs which have been lessened and replaced by simpler requirements, due to a water pipe blocked from the house to the sewer in the street.

I waited until I understood the reason this blocked water pipe situation was created by higher self. There is hardly any situation which occurs in my life,especially in the past 6 weeks, in which I fail to ask the question, What is the real meaning behind this, what am I trying to see in my soul? Why am I calling this situation into my life?

None of us have time to fool around playing our games of the old paradigm, any longer. It is time to  “Get It” and time to say, “Game Over”, when we see that our lies, no longer serve us.

Who are you, today, without looking back into the past to drag up old, ancient histories about cruelty, slavery, atomic bombs, old wars, old hatreds. Now, today, with this energy in this moment, in this moment, what is the choice and action you must take to create peace in your soul?

Make it. Pick up the phone and make the call. That person, family, business who you failed to commit to, say you love them to, remove them from pain, help them to live a little longer, remove a little stress, buy a can of tuna for the next meal.

You know what you should do. You know who you need to tell that you love them as you know who you need to say good by to. These events are being taken out of your hands by Mother Nature’s eruptions because nature is no longer allowing destruction or giving us any more time to make excuses for a few more government agency votes, to conserve a few more gallons of water, to stop making plastic bottles.

Nature is no longer waiting for any of to Get It. There is no 2012 destruction coming, as so many are wailing about. Honey, it is here now. Earth, Wind and Sky are erupting, storming, drowning, cycloning across, within all points on the earth.

We are all in it. No more wake up calls, for our appointment with mother nature’s attacks, and ministrations,  to save herself. The planet shall not be destroyed in 2012. It will be cleansed and in doing so those who cling to her shores, mountaintops and ocean bottoms shall be caught in her ministrations of cleansing.

Class is over. The real life results, of what we have all caused lies before you and me,  now.

If you close you eyes to what you are creating, because of your actions, every moment you breath now, you face falling back onto a chaotic, insane field, joining those who are marching, in fear- based cadence,  to the  Mass Chaos and Delusional Beliefs Symphony, Number 2012.

It is about evolving into higher consciousness and acting from those sights of self and soul. It was always about you. It was never about them. Enlightenment first; then share.

The belief that the earth, and the soul of the universe, support  old paradigms, held in place through fear, jealousy, blindness to corruption, destruction of nature, blindness to human and animal misery, show you to be a fool.

To believe that you will not be touched by all the current earth changes and depravations, allowed on this planet, by all of us (we are all in this cosmic dance together and our joining produces what you see in your backyard, the news, and at the bottom of a land mine) through  silence and failure to act from our hearts and what our intuitive voices are trying to lead us to now.

If there is anyone you need to tell that you love , you might want to go ahead and do that. People are not waiting for you to catch up to their transformations.

If you love someone and you are using their past and your past as excuses, to not grab them and run through the new paradigm together, we are swirling in, now,  at millions of miles of hour you might miss the greatest adventure, and the only love of your life.

We are all on one hell of a ride now. The Cosmos, and all of Creation, are rushing to heal, from our lack of personal responsibility, faster than it has ever done before.

Earth School is closed for the summer, and summer lasted about 3 billions years.

Tools are here, in our hands and voices to stop lying, hurting, and destroying one another, and the earth and its creatures. If you think that that old paradigm, of fostering guilt upon everyone because of past hurts, still works with everyone on the planet, get over it fast. We are becoming wise and separating from those surrendering to those who seek destruction.

The sheep are in the abyss and more are following everyday. If you rebuild your house in the same place the flood destroyed it at, it shall be destroyed again.

This present moment holds all the possibilities of bliss, health and peace. Sitting in a yoga posture for 3 hours no longer is effective since you have the power, now in this increasing cosmic energy system energizing Earth,  to bring peace into your life and body in a single breath now.

Joining large groups with one agenda or another, no longer support the universal request that each individual perform right action, act on life missions, from the center of their soul.

You do not need a group to tell you what must be done, do you?

You know what you are supposed to do next. ( I will call the plumber, as the blocked drainpipe experience occurred in order to write this blog. It was time to heal a past belief which blocked my flow into a higher, conscious paradigm).

Quit hiding inside your old history. The old pains caused by old lovers and spouses. The awards and recognitions not awarded. The life you should have had which will never be. The man you wish could love you, but will never because you never spoke your heart. The woman you desire more than breath, but are afraid to be loved, by her. The friend who deceived, the accident which destroyed a life.

They are all in the past. You are in the present. What or who do you want in this moment with you? Who do you want to hold, kiss, make love to or touch, in this moment now? Do you even know if the next moment will come? Of course, you don’t.

Get it? Game Over!

Dear Spirit, tell me what it is which I must know first.-Kyron

THINK ABOUT LIFE: Helping Someone Else

THINK ABOUT LIFE: Helping Someone Else: "Link"

Helping Someone Else

copyright 2011 by Danise Codekas

A true piece of writing is a dangerous thing. It can change your life.-Tobias Wolfe

It takes a lot of time and energy to write a book. I often wonder, sitting in a graduate or research library, if there isn’t more info, I need, based upon the numerous citations, books, articles covering whatever topic I happen to be researching, which have not been examined.

I should live in a library, since the past 2 weeks, I have been spending a lot of time researching, and shaking my head when some query comes up nil value.

I think there are special times during the year or, maybe in life, when research perfection arises, with the correct query terminology. And the primary results display across the screen, or in the file.

It is heaven when it does. Who has time to research 642,000 references on the same topic, just because one of the words in the query happens to be cockatiel? Not that I have ever researched that word, however, I imagine you might after reading that sentence.

It is May 16 and I realize that, for many, the end of their high school and college years come to an end, at graduation. The apple trees are blooming in my back yard and the 100 year old lilac bushes are smelling good. However, I am at the library doing research on publishing sales, specifically, eBook sales.

Since writing is my thing, knowing where the industry is heading helps me make some decisions in my career, like next manuscript or which publishers. This year contracts and eBook royalties are part of my writing life challenges, and I always like to know where the industry is heading before I buy a ticket on the publishing super-highway.

Back when, I dated one of Buckminster Fuller’s relatives. Fuller is one of those people who amaze me, as a creative genius. I will build and live in a geodesic dome soon. Soon, is a relative term, as the world moves from one eon to another. Maybe I should just say that before my death, I will spend time in a geodesic dome.

With all the time I have spent designing the perfect dome life, over the years, soon that little architectural wonder will house me for a while before my last walk on earth.

Alex Hailey, once said, that every death is like the burning of a library. Profound and true, as far as I am concerned which makes it imperative for me to enhance my research skills. Having too many secondary resources is worse than having only one primary, I believe.

At least, I feel that way today, since all of the research has led to secondary data, and the primary answer or template I need to enfold a lot of info into, has not made an appearance, yet. Guess, I will have to write THAT book, too.

Back to Bucky Fuller, who once asked: What can I do that isn’t going to get done unless I do it, just because of who I am?

Now, it is a relatively innocuous question, until that last dangling phrase, that one after the comma. Unique consciousness, no one on the planet like you challenge, and, perhaps, a raison d'être to finish writing a book, quit screwing around trying to pick a color for the porch, or the 14 songs you need for your new  album, or waste any more time deciding on what you want to do for the rest of your life.

Whatever you choose, it will be exactly the right thing because that is who you are and you are the one with power to do it. It is when we begin to believe that the person next to us can read our soul that stupid decisions are made that never reflect, who you or I really, truly are now.

How many times has a friend or spouse, jumped in to help you make a decision, because you did not want the responsibility, and the end result was unappealing to you? Many times, I would think.

Many times people will compliment me on my writing talent. They think it is some kind of a gift from the goddess and I woke up one day and, like Beethoven, it was mine. Well, that is true. Not the talent, though. The knowing it was mine. It is what I did. I wrote.

I also became a voracious reader and will spend weeks, months, at a time, reading in preparation for writing. Thomas Mann said that a writer is someone for who writing is more difficult than for others. Steinbeck said that a good writer always works at the impossible.

I am working on the impossible this week. Everything I start, whether fiction or non-fiction is an impossible work of art which somehow displays on my screen, or on the page, from my 5th chakra. I can always feel my fear of revealing what’s in my head or heart, in my throat chakra. A writer is a typing, scrawling, chakra clearing dynamo.

Whenever I am getting close to an answer, revelation, or final chapter, my entire life seems to tilt, for a few weeks before. In this instance, it has been for the past 2 months. My life has been shaken up, hosed down, and I am watching it all happen, Life happens like that for us all. Seems random however even random has reason and results and consequences.

Now, it all makes sense. The research, the challenges, the fear about me, my life and my writing. I am close to a change, in the throws of changes  which are transforming me, and my writing life.

I knew there would be a reason for this book, at this time. A different reason for why I started it. That’s the way  book is. You get a reason t write it. But once it is done, the real reason is revealed. Kind of like the surprise ending.

It really had nothing to do with readers. It has to do with me.

As Anton Chekhov once wrote, a book ought to be an ax to break the frozen sea within us.

It was April, when I was in the Bering Sea. I watched the glacier walls collapse, into a blue-green,shimmering sea.I was mesmerized by colors, rainbows, and the enormity of frozen monuments, sculpted by cosmic-creator power, unlike any mass seen.

And, like my trip through the Bering Sea and old Russian island landscapes, or working on a new piece of writing, or designing the perfect geodesic dome, my life always comes down to one idea, or two, which seem to bring me back to the true meaning of why I am here, apart from the bills, research, gasoline prices or dead dictators.

This week is simply to get things in order so I can be freer to create.Nothing holding me down that does not support my energy and my lifestyle. Boxes of saved papers, books no longer used, boxes of old computer cables and floppy disks, never to be used. What about the electric typewriter?  Should I let it go? Sell it? IBM Selectric II with 10 different font balls. MMMMMM.

Know that whatever, I or you, are creating is healing me/us, expanding our consciousness and may even help someone else in the world.

May this suffering serve to awaken compassion  – Prayer to Qwan Yin

The You, You Are Now

So many people trying to hold it together while their lives implode, explode, and advance. More people, I met this week, said that they "didn't see it coming". "It" was a change in their life.

The sick kitty was released to its next life, last Friday. You can read about our journeying together in the previous blog. He chose a good time to spin off into the ethers, as the double gates of Beltane were shining in the heavens, which made May 5 and 6, the perfect astrological time to move into the next dream life and release of the old. Transition is the word for the week.

Perfection in movement, tone and a new love resides, in my heart, toward a sweet animal, who will be remembered over my lifetime. I think we all remember our pets, maybe in more detail than we do ex-fiances, spouses or teachers. I think it is the unrequited love factor, animals bring to us, which is unlike conditional human love.

A friend challenged me this week to create a new book, on an issue, that has been nudging at me for the past year. Creativity is easy to float through. It is the anchoring it , in written form, that becomes crazy. I have had to release pre-formatted ideas about how the ending should be, and also, it took a while to understand that I had "others" expectations, of my writings, stuck in my head, for a long time.

My writing has a Danise-flavor to it. People who read me, who like or challenge what I write, expect me to keep along the same authoring pathways, they are comfortable with now. I, on the other hand, have made a few cosmic and personal leaps in the past few months and I think it is about time to just quit telling myself it is important people like what I write. Yes, I like the fact someone actually reads and comments on my work. Nice to get pats on the head, once in a while.

If I flip the entire experience and unplug from the old ways of writing, it will go 2 ways. More readers, or more critiques of the ideas. At this point, I look forward to both, so I guess I may as well tip over my old monument to myself. That female author is breaking up the mold.

It is a real interesting dynamic, now, with a lot of writers and musicians, I know, who are trying really to hold onto their old tempos, paragraphs and life styles, as they battle the present that confronts them. They have changed and are afraid they will not be recognized or as profitable, if they just drop the old ball and pick up the new drum-stick, pen or laptop.

Hell, even my taste in music has changed in the last 2 months, and looking over some of those musicians, I no longer listen to, I realize it is because they are still doing the same old stuff, with a couple extra beats, without bringing in their new consciousness, because they are afraid to stand up and say the old is over, I am done with the past. I am done with you, fans-who-want-another-hit-like-the-last-one,  and now I have to be who I really am right now.

So many holding on to relationships, words and notes which are creating disharmony in their loves and lives and it resonates against my new consciousness. Even reading their blogs, the lack of enthusiasm about the life events, is so obvious. I just had to shut down for a while, and went so far as removing TV cable from the house. A new awareness is coming through and iut is a profoundly important moment in my life.

Kitty knew where he was going, when he left the planet, I am sure. I am finding out, this week, where I am going, in my new manuscript. If you do not admit you've been holding onto the old style, because you are afraid of how you will be challenged, that new zing of life changes,  coming toward you, will take a longer to find you. When it crashes into your awareness, there will be alot more clean-up to do in your fearful, little mind and heart.

It is time to let the world see, read, sing along with,  the you, you are now.

Little Soul’s Purpose

Today has proved to be an amazing day, in a very strange way. Something I swore I would never do again, I did and there may be a good ending this time.

It began with a stray cat, who spent his time walking from hone to home, meandering across hills and into my forest for months. Who was responsible for him was never clear, so I assume he was the watch cat for this side of the hill above Puget Sound.

Christmas, I found him meeting me every day, as I came home, and eventually, with the weather as hellascious, as can be ,above the NW Pacific inlets and tributaries, we became friends.

He would visit for a while, warm up and then let me know he was ready to go out again. He never begged for food or water, although, he was offered kitty high tea, whenever he came to chat.

A few days ago, he showed up looking worried and asked if I could assist him, as he was bleeding from his ear, and a very large mass had grown next to the damaged ear. He still continued to come and go, seeking my healing skills, and allowing me to clean his ear, which continued to bleed or discharge puss from it ,on occasion.

I became a little angry with his owners. He must have them. So well behaved and loving. The back porches or yards I would see him sitting in must be one of his own properties.

In the past 2 days, he has sought to be held and comforted. He has slept in blankets, let me hold him in the sun, under the apple trees, for the first time. We both realized, he chose me to help him, no matter what the outcome.

He went to Dr. Janey for a chip scan. No, no one had been implanted. We worked on his ears and fed him organic, herbal foods for healing, however, yesterday, his eye, next to the ear, began or turn inward, bulging, or retreating into his skull. I waited for him to give me a sign, he was ready to go, and this morning, when he came in, he walked into my closet an laid down.

I was heartbroken because all of my animals always went into the closet and laid down, before leaving me. 

So, today, we went to the Tacoma Humane Society, and because, whoever this loving creature is, someone may be looking for him.

At the very least, and most frightening for us both, perhaps his time has come and I was the one he chose to lead him away from his pain, into his next life time. I accepted what he showed me he needed, this morning, when I drew him out of the closet.

At 2PM, he was in their humane hands. I cried a little when I got home, knowing this was something he wanted. He wanted to be healed and knew that if he could not be healed, then his life would be remembered by the people on the hill, whose gardens and lavender bushes were his to enjoy.

Last evening, knowing he was getting ready to release me, to do something I swore I could never do again, he laid on me as I sang the Buddhist chants for transition, hummed OMs over and again, and then, stretching up, reached his two paws around my neck, and hugged me, in a way I can only describe as incredibly compassionate.

I called the Tacoma Humane Society, at 5PM, to find out about new resident A449076. I know the vets there make a thorough exam and decision about an animal’s ability to heal. Evidently, they thought he could.

They treated him and he is under veterinary care now, which means he has been treated, probably drugged and out of pain. I knew he was enduring tremendous pain so to spend more time in his gardens, and take tea with me,when this morning he was within a dark closet, alert, with pupils the size of quarters. That action of moving into the closet, for me, with cats, is always a sign they are beginning their breath release and transition rites.

Animals know when their time is near and they will always seek extreme quite and darkness, as any human would who was about to leave their physical body behind.

Through the right food and care, we got him healthy, for the treatments he is now undergoing. Tomorrow morning I will find out again how he weathered these 20 hours in vet care. His picture will be on their web site, incase his owner is looking for him. However, I think this angel is on his own.

I miss him and glad he showed me that losing an animal, does not mean there are not other animals, that can be as loving and caring as their predecessors. I have lived without them for 3 years, since the deaths of my own cats and dog.

The strength to take an animal to be healed or released ,from their pain, is a very hard thing to do for me. The healing is one thing, seeing them in pain is another, however, to let them go, is the worst.

I asked my brother to take him, for me, however, something about this animal demanded I face it with him. Whatever, that is which is incontrovertibly entwined, between an animal’s and a human’s two hearts, which remains forever, in memory.

This animal, this lovely male sweetie, once again reminded me how wise are those 4 footed that walk the earth. He chose me to help him and taught me that sometimes one does have to take responsibility for someone else’s life, and their are rewards and memories of long standing, for doing so.

Will I bring him home, once he is healed, or will he release, this world, and go on to his next 9 lives?

Will have to wait and see tomorrow.

His vet bills and adoption fees will be steep and the Humane Society needs the donations for the kindness and work it does for animals and humans. Donate, if you can.

I miss him, however, he is resting, healing and has the chance to survive, if it is his little soul’s purpose.

Primum Non Nocere

copyright2011 Danise Codekas

“Of one thing we can be sure: our own future is inseparable from the larger community that brought us into being and which sustains us in every expression of our human quality of life, in our aesthetic and emotional sensitivities, our intellectual perceptions, our sense of the divine, as well as in our physical nourishment and bodily healing.”-Thomas Berry, The Great Work - p. 162

These weeks are challenging me to look at things in a different way. To let go of that which no longer serves my evolvement into something which I can not foresee in the present. Moments when anger, frustration, fear and despair overwhelmed me. Finding the meaning behind the situations proved futile and I had to let go of the rationalization seeking of my efforts.

So, I washed my kitchen floor, on my hands and knees and began washing the floor. Even that, proved a challenge since the new twisty mop I purchased, fell apart in my hands. It was with a sponge and a cleaning brush, I crawled across the white linoleum floor with for an hour.

House cleaning is one of my least favorite activities. My house cleaner moved away and her replacement not found. As I remember words of my aunts and grandmothers, deep cleaning was something different from just cleaning, vacuuming and dusting. Last week I learned what deep cleaning meant and it had nothing to do with floors, cabinet doors and wood floor polishing. It had to do with my mind, and my heart, deep cleaning the dross within me.

Joel J. Miller says that kneeling in prayer has a qualitative  effect on ourselves and our prayers. Was the urge to wash my floor a nudge from God, that I needed to pray instead of worry? Working out issues in my life, the deep, exhaustive life-changing issues, has always come about through walking, swimming, dancing, or manual labor.

My cellular memory and cleansing requires that I move my body, in a way, that has not been done for a long time. Like raking leaves, shoveling gravel, waxing the car, using movement which re-align chakra connection and bring healing. The actions cleanse organs, muscles and alignments which have sat and absorbed the fear, or stresses, of everyday life.

Remembering that I need to turn to my body for release and activation, which brings resolution, through the physical, rather than the mental, is sometimes the last thing, I do, during transformative processes. I prefer to stay in my head to solve things, forgetting it is my heart and love which gives the answer, through the body.

It is through the body that release comes, clearing the way for peace and clarity. Combined with yoga and mediation, physical labor satisfies and activates movement in a life, which is stuck.

I forget,sometimes, that I am of the earth and like the earth need self-made earthquakes, tsunamis and volcanic explosions to clear, re-balance and cleanse when the mind no longer manumits me from my fearful quandaries and everyday challenges.

Your ego is just an idea implanted in your mind. It is poisonous. Your ego keeps driving you madder and madder. - Osho

My anger exploded the night before, with my sister. My dear,sweet, wise sister who came as an angel of transformation to effect my self-indulgent reality. Horrified at my actions with her, realizing she was right to say I was angry, began the earthquakes of transformation. She held up a mirror, in which I saw my anger and I am thankful she was brave enough to do that for me, with love in her heart.

I think, many times in our lives ,we are reminded, by these avenging angels, that there is more good in our lives, than our egos hide from us, during times of challenge. They swoop in and make us face the truth about ourselves and jump start our transformative changes. They are very brave and should be thanked for their self-less dedication, to our release from pain.

This cosmic time is one of transformation and re-alignment with our soul purpose. It divides us between those who will help the earth and all upon it from those who seek to abuse and destroy. The evidence of your perfidy and abuse of what has been entrusted to you, as a guardian of its treasures, challenges everything you have believed to be yours by right, and that which you claim to own.

It is personified in how you use your money, who and what you are connected to ,through contract or vow, and whether you ignore your soul’s purpose vs. a false image, you wish to uphold before humanity.

All the barriers, beliefs, false gods we have bowed to or sought after, are arising before us, in their true nature, and we are horrified with that which we have supported, and upheld, as previously thought and acted upon.

They are our creation and now, as we come into awareness, we are forced to release them, walk away from these situations, and become the all-knowing, powerful, aware beings we have come here to be: spiritual beings in human form.

In some wonderfully challenging, gift from the cosmos, we are all being asked to Do No Harm, in all parts of our lives, NOW. Not only must we do no harm to ourselves, by word, deed and thought, we are also being directed to Do No Harm to other sentient beings on earth, throughout the universe.

Without the soaring birds, without the great forests, the free-flowing streams, the sight of the clouds by day, and the stars by night, we become impoverished in all that makes us human -The Great Work - p. 200 , Thomas Berry

Those deeds and people in our lives, that cause us harm, pull us from peace, an must be released, if we wish to evolve into the beings we have been from the moment, of our first breath on earth.

The pain we bring upon ourselves, continuing down paths which bring us no blessings or love, are being ripped from us, in order to re-balance our lives and the earth.

Many times, those who we have chosen to be with in our lives, must be released, in order for our evolvement and theirs. The work we do, the houses we live in, the people we are engaged to, the contracts we have signed, no longer serve us, nor our soul’s purpose.

The embarrassment, fear, and despair we feel because of what we are letting go, is only in our heads. It is ego. It no longer serves. It is a false idea that we have failed, or that we are being denied a dream. The dream is not who you are, it is a false dream and we are awakening from it now, en mass. Do No Harm (Primum Non Nocere).

The longing of the mind is to be extraordinary. The ego thirsts and hungers for the recognition that you are somebody. Somebody achieves that dream through wealth, somebody else achieves that dream through power, politics, somebody else can achieve that dream through miracles, jugglery, but the dream remains the same: - Osho

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Meditation and Creativity

Danise Codekas copyright 2011

When a problem first arises, try to remain humble and maintain a sincere attitude, and be concerned that the outcome is fair.--Dalai Lama

I spent last week with one of my meditation gurus, who was visiting from India. Sunday morning, we went to one of my favorite places, for a talk on the affairs of life, and to meditate in the wilderness.

Walking through the Nisqually National Wildlife Refuge (http://www.fws.gov/Nisqually/), which is where I spend my morning walks, when the beach is too wild, I re-dedicated myself to my 2 daily meditation practices.

I first studied Eastern meditation, when I lived on DuPont Circle, in D.C., with Maharishi Mahesh Yogi. His popularity grew when The Beatles lived with him, in India. The event catapulted meditation, into Western mainline consciousness.

 

 

Before Maharishi, I lived in South America and had the good fortune to be taught different healing/meditation techniques by shamans.

Since Maharishi, I was trained by Tibetan monks and studied with them for many years. There was also an Indian teacher, revered in the world, I followed for a while. That experience revealed the darker side of spiritual mentors’ egos and one that was needed, by me. Darkness likes to hide behind light and always uses bits of truth to fool.

Sunday was a healing experience. I was reminded of the deep, serene feelings, the basis of which, heightens awareness, when around spiritually guided humanitarians.

 

Walking along the Nisqually Reserve, we talked about simplistic things that have little voice in daily conversation. God, refugees, love, compassion, death, regrets and forgiveness.

A three hour walk, with a humble Tibetan monk, re-calibrated my energy.Meditating in the deep forest, the true nature of life, crystalized into peaceful acceptance of what I am now.

 

Today, Monday, I am back in the world with my car’s Engine Light on. Ascertaining the proper fluid levels, and re-tightening the gas cap, did not extinguish the light.

I know, it is good to have modern cars which speak silently, in warning. Wednesday, the dealership will lay its experienced hands, using wise minds, interpreting the yellow light’s radiant exclamation point.

Trying to extract a resolution, before I learn my lesson, from this event, is futile. There is always a lesson when the world throws a glitch into one’s life. What the lesson is will be revealed, at the proper time.

The way I run my life and my business is based on ancient teachings from the Vedas, Tibetan scriptures, Biblical commandments and Hopi,Mayan,Kabbalah, and Astrological interpreters.

 

 

The guides are there, for me, and yet, free will determines my response to their guidance. A stupid action or word will slip me off the easy path, into murky waters.

I like to throw the I Ch'ing, once in a while. So I thought I would ask about the meaning of the car issue today. Here is the response:

What is the meaning of the car issue?

The present is embodied in Hexagram 20 - Kuan (Contemplation): He should be like the worshipper who has washed his hands, but not yet presented his offerings. There must be sincerity and an appearance of dignity, commanding reverent regard.

The situation is expected to remain the same in the immediate future.

The things most apparent, those above and in front, are embodied by the upper trigram Sun (Wind), which represents penetration and following.

The things least apparent, those below and behind, are embodied by the lower trigram K'un (Earth), which represents docility and receptivity.

So, I wash my hand of the car worry, and will not run rabid with worry about the car, and honor the mechanics who will give me wise counsel, this Wednesday. Until then, I will write, clean the refrigerator, and be thankful, of these two days, of quiet and meditation. 

I have two choices:

(1) be a stressed car owner

or, with dignity,

(2)accept the opportunity to spend more time meditating.

 

 

 

The knowledge needed to identify and repair the problem is already in universal consciousness, and all will be well on Wednesday.  I send beforehand gratefulness to the mechanics who will repair my golden steed.

“Cultivating an attitude of compassion and developing wisdom are slow processes. As you gradually internalize techniques for developing morality, concentration of mind, and wisdom, untamed states of mind become less and less frequent. You will need to practice these techniques day by day, year by year. As you transform your mind, you will transform your surroundings. Others will see the benefits of your practice of tolerance and love, and will work at bringing these practices into their own lives.”--Dalai Lama

Fear, Writing and the Ganges

coyright2011 Danise Codekas

All is connected...no one thing can change by itself.--Paul Hawken

There are still miracles, shamans, faith, creativity. I have the knowledge that spiritual, psychic, alternative realities and supernatural powers are occurring and influencing us, at all times.

If you seek a deeply creative, powerful and life-changing event that will show you the pathway to your soul, go to those places, in the world, that are still protected and honored by the indigenous peoples and healers, on this planet.

Those, like myself, who constantly seek spirit and understand the power of universal consciousness, as we march toward the end of the Mayan, Aztec, Hopi and Hebrew calendars from 2011-2013, are heading to those places now, like Chimney Rock, NM.

We are burrowing into places that hold the energy of healing on earth, and enable the clearing of mind and body, in order for us to access higher levels of conscious awareness, without the infiltration of negative, world mind sets.

 

When I was in Santa Fe, I met a Hopi jeweler on the square, by the name of Chimney Rock. He made an incredible silver, turquoise and Peruvian, spiny oyster shell ring for me. After being in Chimney Rock, then meeting Chimney Rock, how could I not accept his ring?

It was one of the those meetings, where I knew we were pulled together, in order to jump start, a new part of my journey, maybe his too.

 

 

 

It was an  illuminate moment, for me. Since I do not believe in coincidence, my journeys and encounters are part of my soul search, here on earth. I had to accept his gift, of his art.

My friend, Bonnie, wrote me today and wanted to know how far my book was along. I was baffled and also fearful of appearing Less Than, and my explanation, that the book is still not done, made me realize,   that some part of my path on the journey, to complete it, was still being walked now. Perhaps overcoming fear is part of the lesson. It has been a week of Fear stalking me, via my bank account. It is, also, I realize more than that, alone.

Art is like that, since to assign a time for IT to be done, is to deny my soul’s collaboration with my creation, across a laptop’s screen. It is not going to be done, until the information needed for my soul to complete it arrives, and is acknowledged, and my fear of writing the words, about things, that are private now, has to be let go of for my sake and the book’s completion. 

Sometimes, I create things, like my oil paintings, and hide them from the world. Yes, I oil paint. Painting is unlike anything else, that I do, like dancing, playing music, swimming, or writing.

Another part of the body moves, and the mind throws itself into a super heightened state of awareness. The shapes and colors that arise express me, at the moment of creation. When I look at my creations, completed, I look at something, seeing myself, in a new form. Unexplainable, yet present.

When I was in Calcutta, I felt unlike myself, the first few days, I was there. My second trip there to the Black Hole of India. It is called that by India Nationals because it is their example of the poorest, large city on the sub-continent. It also memorializes the people who died in the Black Hole cell, after the capture of Fort William in 1756.

Then, I went swimming in the Ganges.

A few days later, I found myself in the slums along the river.

As I go through life, I see  a choice to accept  life, as it is, or lie to myself, about what it is not, until I experience my true light, again.

 

Seeing the Victoria Memorial, the juxtaposition of it against the slums, on the same river, brought me back to center, recognizing beauty and grandeur, in the world.

Forgetting the beauty, after feeling the sorrow about those in the slums, beget a realization, that bringing wisdom, bestowing kindness,  and creating beauty in the world, is what we need to do before we leave it behind.

Some bestow it on us, through their art, architecture, music and words, others through their work helping those who are poor, ill, or dying, as this man dying on the streets, in Calcutta.

Take a  walk to Mother Teresa’s Memorial, after,  and get a sense of calmness, again, if you need it. 

I believe it is important to maintain respect for my body. Without it, walking through the world is impossible.

A man, who journeyed with us, in Calcutta, would never eat anything served from street vendors.

Buying fruits from them, he would never do, and he reminded us, of the danger of disease that may be attached to it. We ignored him. There is nothing more enjoyable than a freshly made glass of coconut milk, poured from the hands of a street vendor in Calcutta.

Or, a glass of fresh orange juice, pounded across wooden slats, by a woman who had oranges to offer me, in the sweltering heat. If there is a memory of sweet, orange juice to be carried through my life, it will be the orange juice of Calcutta, by blocking out the fearful lectures of a fellow traveler. 

Sometimes, I forget to be grateful for these things of the earth. The strangers and animals, who spend time with me, on earth’s journey. I am grateful for my experiences and being here, writing this, now.

Perhaps, more than ever, in the ever dwindling Puget Sound daylight, veiled by Japanese , nuclear meltdown sunsets.

If you want to make peace with that which is challenging you, I offer one of my favorite groups: The Center for Non-Violent Communication: https://www.cnvc.org/

One of my favorite people on this planet is Pema Chödrön. I have spent time with her, reading her books, listening to lectures. If you ever have the inclination to go to Nova Scotia, visit Gampo Abbey, her home. http://www.gampoabbey.org/

Should you be so inclined, read her book, Smile at Fear. http://www.shambhala.org/teachers/pema/index.php 

Here is a story, about facing Fear, from her book, When Things Fall Apart: Heart Advice for Difficult Times.

"Once there was a young warrior. Her teacher told her that she had to do battle with fear. She didn’t want to do that. It seemed too aggressive; it was scary; it seemed unfriendly. But the teacher said she had to do it and gave her the instructions for the battle. The day arrived. The student warrior stood on one side, and fear stood on the other.

The warrior was feeling very small, and fear was looking big and wrathful. They both had their weapons.

The young warrior roused herself and went toward fear, prostrated three times, and asked, "May I have permission to go into battle with you?" Fear said, "Thank you for showing me so much respect that you ask permission."

Then the young warrior said, "How can I defeat you?" Fear replied, "My weapons are that I talk fast, and I get very close to your face.

Then you get completely unnerved, and you do whatever I say. If you don’t do what I tell you, I have no power. You can listen to me, and you can have respect for me. You can even be convinced by me. But if you don’t do what I say, I have no power."

In that way, the student warrior learned how to defeat fear. "
-Pema Chödrön (When Things Fall Apart: Heart Advice for Difficult Times)

A New Beginning

copyright 2011 Danise Codekas

It has been a hell of a week. Some crazy things happening for me that are causing a bit a stress. Stress forces me to sit down and ponder, for about an hour. Then, get outside for a drive and do something else.

I listened to the Dalai Lama talk about meditation to a group of world class soccer players, and posted it on the blog, a few days ago. It always is a good thing to remember the tools I have, when things start to go awry. It is going to be a challenging month, this April, however, by Easter, my life should be a bit more in balance.

You have the same things going on in your life. Mirror images, we are now, as life’s surprises and the fruits of actions past, catch up. I had to let go of some habits, these past few weeks, and this stemmed from my decision to also begin to question what it is in my life that I really need.

Once the cleansing, cleaning, down sizing mentality begins to take hold, the parts around your life, that you were not looking at, also stand up for acknowledgement, and in my case, I really did not like them doing it.

This is a money issue for me. You know that one, I am sure and if you have engendered balance in that area of your life, then you are a lucky and wise person. I was once like you and then everything changed, in order for me to understand how tenuous life is, and what is it that is really important for me, now.

No, I know some of those things, however, I also realize this is the beginning of even bigger changes for me. It is like a thousand little earthquakes, shaking me up, everyday. Reminding me that change is here and I should just get my coat on, and be ready to move along where the next indicated thing is landing.

I like this quote from an old Tibetan monk of the 8th century: When tragedy comes, if there is something you can do to balance it, then do what you can; however, if it so great, that nothing can be done, then accept it.

My monkey mind races around the room, trying to find a resolution, and the bits and pieces that can help some are there, however, in the end, there are many things that I do not have, so I accept what has to be let go. Why make myself crazy. If I do not have that which is needed, to remedy the situation, I would be foolish to beat my head, and cause more pain and suffering. Accepting it, eases the stress.

My front door faces West-South West and there before me is Japan’s east coast. There are a half million people, tonight, in shelters without their internet provider, their cars, their beds, their tea pots, or their clothes, their houses or stores. Everything they had is gone.

Someday, in the future, they will have a new teapot and a bed, and internet and TV. But now, tonight, with the little they have, they are alive and are going to move forward in the months and years, to come aright, and be well, again.

This messy, challenge, I have created will also be appeased by the realization that I screwed up, and the actions I take to remedy it, will be the best I can come up with, with what I am able to do.

I shall give it my best effort, and know that the universe is a miraculous place, and there are angels and humans and animals that have hearts, who I can turn to, in my dark times. I have great faith in the universal consciousness, for some reason that stems, from the fact, that I am still here, alive, with food, shelter and a mind that has not lost its ability to reason or recognize truth or love.

I was listening to Fox Elipsus sing today, and I posted his song, on the blog earlier, and on my Facebook page. There is a line in his song, Nowhere Left to Run, http://youtu.be/OmBQqLs6cAQ , where he says more people in the world pray to win the lottery every day, then they do for those who are suffering.

In my case, this weekend, I would have to agree. However, after watching his video again, I realized the hubris of my imaginations and prayers. There is no excuse to think that money is the thing that will solve my problems. The only thing that will solve my problems is going out into the world, knowing I will be led to that which is best for my spiritual evolvement.

That is what I am doing here, that is why I came here this lifetime. To evolve into something greater than I was yesterday, or 10 years ago. Wisdom does not come from fear, but from actions taken, which do not stem from fear. That is how we feed a half million people in shelters in Japan. Fearlessly walking into hell and knowing it too shall pass, as we head toward a new beginning.

YouTube - Fox Elipsus - Nowhere Left To Run

YouTube - Fox Elipsus - Nowhere Left To Run

This video from Fox, may cause you a little thought, tonight.
Love his music and he always tries to show us the story behind the music.

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Andrew Bird's one-man orchestra of the imagination | Video on TED.com

Andrew Bird's one-man orchestra of the imagination | Video on TED.com

Speaking with IPL Members

Fresh Vegetables Without Radiation

copyright 2011 by Danise Codekas

Well, it has hit inland here above the Puget Sound, that first dose of radiation from Japan’s Nuclear Reactors. Never thought I’d see the day, since I figured we were too far inland from the Pacific Coast. But I was wrong. So, ridiculously, insanely wrong.

All those radiation monitors along the ring of fire coastline, from Alaska’s Aleutian's to the tips of Baja, are registering heightened levels of radiation. Oh, “THEY” say it is only a minute level of nuclear fallout radiation, equal to a simple x-ray exam. What they fail to mention is my body is getting a 24/7 X-Ray now and will continue to do so until there is no longer any radiation fallout.

No one can tell me when that will be, and if they did pretend to be able to predict that, they would be a bigger fool than me. The only thing anyone on this planet can hope for is that the wind blows another way, away from them, to another country or state. Does anyone realize how delicate the balance of space is, the microbes of life, the life of bees, the skin, flesh and atoms of a human body?

Do you not see how we have screwed up the balance of life, again, by building a nuclear arsenal of reactors on earth, in Japan, so we can turn on the night lites and big screen tv’s? How silent will you stay if the NRC decides to plant a nuclear waste dump or reactor 100 miles away from your home, now?

Do you understand why so many people decided to crawl over high fences and barbed wire in the 70’s, of the nuclear plants and labs? They were right. They are dangerous, unsafe, and destructive of life, and not one of those scientists and electric company executives in Japan, can control or stop the destruction that is being released by their creation, greed, and disdain of the horror released on humans and the environment. They have been paid, and paid well.

Let someone else get radiated. Ha! Sorry, my dears, there is no way to avoid it since it has even made it to the North Pole, now, 12 days after it all began.  Blocking light from the sun and changing the colors of the aurora borealis, the particles of light reflected from the sun, on earth. The radiation particles are blocking light and destroying upper atmospheric light waves.

No rest against the radiation hitting me, here, outside or there, amongst the fresh dandelions and tomatoes and apples, in their baskets, outside Harbor Greens, here in Gig Harbor.

I am watching nuclear reactor radiation drift down on top of my favorite dark red, sweet potatoes, drinking my vanilla latte on the patio, here at Forza Coffee, and I feel like running inside and taking a shower, to get the radiation particles off my skin. Ironic that my favorite coffee place is named after an Italian phrase, Forza di Vita, force of life. Force of life challenged by force death. And so it is.

Do you truly believe that nuclear fallout from Japan is not affecting minute microbes of life, throughout the planet, and beyond? We have destroyed our heritage, once again, by foolishly allowing fear to dictate the building of multiple nuclear reactors above dangerous ground.

The shelf of the continents below the lips of sandy shorelines, throughout the ring of fire, are now the holding platform for nuclear disaster, as earthquake and tidal waves continue to continue. Is no one going to say that we are mad?

Mad, so mad, to continue to buld and operate nuclear reactors built on ground that is known as the ring of fire?

Mad is what future generations will call us, like so many other fallen empires, of the past whose greed dictated their demise at their own hands, because they coveted power. We coveted nuclear power this time around. Our  Hands raised to vote, we chose the emperors, presidents, dictators and queens who agreed, with us that nuclear power would be our self-chosen way of oblivion.

I am sitting here, next to unplanted Japanese pines, awaiting purchase and planting, realizing that their cousins in North Japan have been wiped away in a violent earth conflagration, March 11, and they could be the last remaining connection to health seeds, healthy stock, as the radiation from the self-destructing reactors, destroy their DNA beginnings, on a small island, in the Pacific Ocean.

Millions of years of development, creating these magnificent trees, and their seed lines are being destroyed because a man built a nuclear reactor in their midst, above a dangerous fault line, in a country known for daily earthquake activity. Mad, Mad, Mad Insanity.

And me, I am sitting here in 60 degree weather, gazing at the blue sky and floating clouds, while US Military and UN fly up into the stratosphere to take radiation readings from the effects of this nuclear disaster in Japan.

They have been given the pills at the bases around here, yet us, the populace are sacrificial lambs. Unlike the Japanese govt. who is handing out pills now, to everyone, the US govt. and its Health experts sit and smile and tell us we do not need anyth8ing , right now. It is not dangerous enough, although military and government officials all receive pills. Hmm.

The Hopi were right about how the evil would come from the air, the birds would fall dead from the sky, and darkness would hide the energy of the sun, from earth when the times of change were upon the earth and Man will poison himself, and all those four-footed that walk with him on earth.

Enough of my rambling. My latte is cool and the sun is shining, the trees are showing the new apple blossoms, and my niece and sister have arrived safely in Southern California, with Hercules, the thoroughbred and are enjoying the delights of those So. Cal hills above the sea, above the San Onofre Nuclear Reactor, 25.7 miles to their west.

And, I am excited because I will be there soon, enjoying the splendor of those hills and vistas, and another favorite coffee house in Fallbrook, where perhaps my concern and anger about nuclear fallout will be lessened, because maybe between now and then, a matter of a few weeks, a miracle took place to remove this radiation blight and horror from the earth. A miracle of the cosmos, that has the possibility of giving me, again, fresh, organic, vegetables without radiation.

The Edge of Destruction

copyright 2011 Danise Codekas

9,079 deaths confirmed, 12,782 missing, about 318,213 people living at 2,060 shelters.

The ever rising Japanese body count climbs, which, we all know, from pictures of waves of wood, metal, cars, slammed six kilometers inland, thanks to a wall of water, traveling  the speed of a jet, slammed into their loves, the landfall and nuclear plants, on a fine winter’s day, after a 9.0 earth movement.

Disturbing and realigning 2 earth faults, pushing the rising sun island 8 feet to the west, and unbalancing the earth’s axis, and its course through space, March 11th.

We, still typing, walking, riding our bikes, doing our morning yoga, still breathing, lived through it. While those pulled out to sea, smothered under the waves, will never be found, since we are not looking for them, meters below the sea.

Many humans and animals will never be included in the death count, found, cremated or buried,  for the simple fact they were caught in a tsunami, and carried out to sea, or are quickly decomposing beneath tons of earthquake debris, which will take months to move. Left undisturbed in their violently spawned tombs.

A triad of terror from nature and man: oceanic tsunami, violent earth movement and radioactive cellular, molecular degeneration from foolishly placed nuclear reactors.

Nature and man-made triumvirate of terror combo, with one-third of the event, preventable, caused by multi-national power companies, and  greedy politicians, who promised the nuclear reactors can survive a 7.0 earthquake, foolishly constructing them atop an area of known, moving tectonic plates.

Obama, Japanese emperors,  and power company directors, all lying, swearing it is safe energy, safe ground, and in the face of this massive destructive radiation event, Obama states the US will move forward to construct even more of these human nuclear threats.

The hubris of their actions will, one day, cause more death and destruction, as earthquakes and tsunamis grow in size, as they have over the past 15 years.

California senators began hearings + testimony, today, from various nuclear energy experts and plant officials, on safety and disaster preparedness plans, for Southern California's San Onofre plant, below Fallbrook, 60 miles north of San Diego,  and the Diablo Canyon nuclear facility, near San Luis Obispo. The politicians and nuclear plant builders aren’t prophets, so they cannot predict what will happen. We all sense,  one day the earth will shake and waves will claim the dirt hills and beaches, as it has for millions of years.

A 2008 NRC report revealed that battery powering safety systems at San Onofre had not worked for four years. Hmm, do you think there are any more “systems” that are not working in the The San Onofre plant, located near the Rose Canyon Fault, Elsinore Fault, Newport Inglewood Fault, and San Clemente Fault? Concerns about seismic safety have plagued San Onofre for decades. In Southern California, there are an estimated 10,000 earthquakes per year.

I was on the freeway, the Saturday morning in 2009, after the Indonesian earthquake and tsunami event, during a Tsunami warning, driving by the San Onofre Nuclear Plant, heading down to  Oceanside,California. It was frightening, for a moment, when I saw the nuclear reactor,  a few hundred yards away from the Jeep.

I will be heading down to Temecula, Ca., visiting my niece, who is  working with her thoroughbred, Hercules, training for her riding events. She and my sister, with horses in tow, are driving there now, from Gig Harbor.

The ranch is 25.7 miles away from the nuclear reactor. My plan is to stay in Fallbrook, when I go down. My car will have a three day emergency food supply, a bottle of potassium iodide pills, a sangean emergency radio, and Joe Bonamassa, flicking my R&B strings, with his sexy guitar. This was one of my favorite concerts in London, with Joe and Eric Clapton:  http://youtu.be/VEEfDdJyxPY

Love Fallbrook and Lake Elsinore, and the beaches which are an easy ride from Fallbrook. Looking forward to a favorite coffee house, in the early morning, and spending some time around the barbeque grill, at sunset, with some old friends, and their avocados, at their place in the hills.

Future. I plan a trip, that is going to happen in my future, and think about those who lost theirs, a few days ago, on Japanese beaches and hillsides, as they watched the edge of destruction slamming in.

If you want to see how close you are to one of the reactors, here’s the link from Mother Jones, created from the NRC’s documentation.

http://bit.ly/ihJrhE .

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Women and Grace

Copyright2011 Danise Codekas

Women are trying so hard to balance things now. Our personal, spiritual, and career lives are intertwined and stretching all the time.

Bodies' health, bills, cleaning house, keeping and making friends, communicating with family and mostly, just, dreaming about what the next indicated step is part of our journey. Finances, lovers and dreams are part of our crescendo.

I have a lot of things going that are challenges. Reducing, reviewing and re-purposing years' worth of papers, manuscripts and music, for instance. 

I wrote a lot of music over the years, and when I bought my new, handmade electric guitar from the incredible designers in Mexico, I began writing music again. 

The Roland Electric piano and software I have is making it easy to record, edit and put down digital recordings of these songs, written over the years. 

When I lived in San Fran and Santa Barbara, I met, dated and hung out with a lot of musicians, recording studio owners and record producers. I also sailed a lot. So, two passions of mine were equally satisfied over the years. I took classical guitar lessons from Sophocles Pappas when I lived on Dupont Circle in D.C.

Writing music has also come naturally to me, ever since I took piano and classical guitar lessons. I hated reading music and practicing, over and over again, the songs of my teachers.

So, I began writing my music and words that arose out the vast unconscious, which we all draw upon for our creations. It was easy. Let alone the intense, travel logged life I lead and led, writing music drew from the experiences, and tell my story in a different way than writing books or blogs do now.

When I lived in San Francisco, I spent a lot of time in clubs, or walking the street late at night, gathering posters off walls and telephone poles of the bands playing around town. One of my boyfriends rented large abandoned buildings, for the night, south of Market, and would put together musical extravaganzas, where hundreds of people would show up, pay 20$ and dance the night away.

Byron became well known in the music underground, and even more so famous in the LA music producer milieu. He was the connect between bands and agents, or bands and producers, but mainly between musicians and new fans. 

I saw the best and worst of what a music life could be for someone, on their way up or on their way down. I met assholes and prophets, clear-sighted stars and stars who were so in love with themselves, that their ego's destroyed relationships and connections.

The one thing that impressed me were the musicians who practiced, wrote, and lived their passion. There are some who simply had the genius for playing and writing, but not the desire to live the demanding musician's life.

There has never been a time in my life when music was not a part of it. Never a time when listening to someone strumming out their heart strings, or me, trying to put together some chords, that I was unhappy with the gift of music. All types or musicians and singers, in a lot of different countries, in many unusual and remarkable voices, has moved and inspired me. Dancing was always the inevitable response to those sounds, over the years.

Yes, women have a lot of decisions to make about all the possibilities in our lives. 

The International Day of Women says a lot about us. Is there an international Day of Men, also? There should be, since they make up the balance to female energy. The Yin and Yang for creation can only be with both acknowledged and respected.

Holding, this perfect guitar, in my hands, made by two Mexican brother savants, makes me forget everything going on in my paradoxical life, other than what comes from the strumming, creating,  and words coming into my consciousness, for the music. Writing and playing music, on the guitar, piano, organ or harmonica, is  a musical massage for my brain and heart. 

I cannot explain it except that I know, like writing, painting, and photography, in my moments of creation, all that exists is me and the creating.How do I exist in a world of such incredible amazements, without bowing to the power which sustains me? 

Once, when meeting Marianne Williamson, she said something that helped me realize the power of the gifts and passions, I carry around in my heart, and frustrations,I experience, when my art, writing or music does not feel as if it is complete in expressing my awareness. 

"There is often hidden power in the times when nothing seems to be happening at all. The times when the material world takes less precedence are times when the holy has time to breathe."

We all have been breathing for a long time. Sometimes, when doing my Yoga, I forget about my body. Forget I am a cellular form and feel part of that which is beyond human understanding. When I have that same experience, writing or playing music, I am in the flow of that at-one-ment with all that is. 

Those are the times, when I bounce back into my body, I realize, that what I have just written or played is the finest part of me, the part which came about from the past, and which will remain true and good into eternity. 

Women and Life are ever changing. Nothing which comes of anger or hatred is uplifting for the rest of the human race. As much as the arguments and lack of communication exists between men and women, there is always a way to bridge the other side, without ego, and with love and compassion. Trying to make someone love you, regard you, respect you is foolish. Retribution, revenge and hatred drain everyone on the planet. 

Nurturing your soul does not arise from others' lives, lips or ideas, if your heart is not ready to accept who you are and what your purpose on earth is now. Acting from that purpose, jumping into the life you want to live can only come from a sense of what you wish to give to the world. What you want to share which can help, heal and uplift others, on this planet. 

There are women and men who have caused me pain, anger and excruciating painful circumstance. There are situations which I have lashed out against over time and in my writings. I cannot apologize for those feelings however I can grow from them and realize I called those experiences into my life in order to evolve. 

Hopefully, each day, I pray, to evolve into a more compassionate woman. A woman without guile, with more perception of the pain I see in the world, and able to diminish its necessity on the planet. Today is a better day than yesterday and if, you cannot say that tomorrow, you must look into your heart and touch that part which is still fearful so others can experience the grace of your being.

Egypt, Fame and Emoluments

copyright2011 Danise Codekas

“The charm of fame is so great that we like every object to which it is attached, even death”.--Blaise Pascal

 

There seems to be a lot going on in the world, that I am hooked into, these past few weeks. I find my interest in world issues fans and wanes during the year. Sometimes I do not turn on a TV for weeks, and then, the remote finds itself imbedded in my palm, and I lose touch with my manuscripts, daily chores and philosophical minuets.

Looking back, my attention to world events began one morning, a few weeks ago, when a reporter was standing in Cairo with the backdrop of a great pyramid, behind him. Whatever was going on, at that moment, did not matter, as it was the Egyptologist in me that was mesmerized by the TV screen.

The shadows of hundreds of humans,running through the streets, and tanks lining up in front of the National Museum took form and substance, as the realization that a human rights uprising was occurring in Egypt, and it was the Egyptians this time, not the Hebrew race, of thousands of years ago, seeking to run into the Red Sea, with Pharaoh's  armies in chase across that ancient coastal lagoon, the Lake of Tanis.

It was mesmerizing to watch as country, after Arabic country, threw off the yokes of ancient control, as the people wailed, for freedom, as if to say, “let our people go”, once again.

 

 

It had a lot to do with many no longer desiring to suffer silently for the right to be treated with respect, dignity and the freedom to discuss publicly, whatever they had been threatened against speaking about, in the past. The voices rose, as those of the old guard and secret police were challenged by brave people, willing to sacrifice life, in order to gain freedoms.

Once the unrest began, it spread like flood water, across the Arabic world. Those in control can only head for their off-shore banking centers and secure their ill gotten gains, if they are smart, before the international community begins to take action against them.

These  hands that fed them for so long, the oil mega-corps and defense industries, of foreign nations, now have to appear to be disgusted by the actions, of their paid dictators, who co-conspired in oil trading and Suez Canal barters, so all parties would benefit, at the hands of dictatorial enslavement of their populations.

The graves hiding horrors of torture, and the death of thousands of voices, screaming for equality and freedom of the press, are being marched upon by the protestors, and the same politicians and CEO’s of oil oligarchies, who remained silent with their bankers, in order to gain the trillions of dollars from oil and military equipment sales, and strategic bases for military,  secured for world dominant control, within the Arabic countries’ borders.

Protecting the masses, from evil world dominators, maintaining a balance of power, in the Middle East, with the help of democratic, world countries, made sense for a while, at the end of World War II; at the end of the Gulf War; at the end of the Iraq War.

At the expense, of those murdered, tortured or threatened to not fight the dictators, to not speak of the things, not right in their countries, because writing the truth about these dictators and the companies and armies which supported them would cause financial failures sooner for the dictators and the international arms cartels.

How many trillions they all made at the expense of murder, silenced bodies and raped citizens? It is a joke, to see sons of Libya’s leader pay American singers millions of dollars for a few songs at their parties. The fact that singers, like Mariah Carey, Beyonce, Usher, and Furtado, decided to refund their millions in fees, to the Gaddafi family, is a little too much, too late. Some of them are donating it to charities, however, they already knew that Muatassim’s father, was a dictator and a murderer, that night they sang at those  parties, didn’t they?

Please, the only reason their  million dollar fee’s are returned or recycled is because of  world opinion, recognizing the rape of Libya, and its resources. The sons of its leader,  are unconscionable, in their acts of hubris and murder, toward humanity.

They partied and were associated with them, and now they want to pretend they knew nothing about Libya, Gaddafi the father, and what a suppression, the Gaddafi regime created through the demoralizing and destruction of hope, for Libya’s citizens. The reason they are returning their fees is because the loss of record sales, public outrage, bad press. Perhaps now stars should be  required to go “green” in choosing their venues and who writes their pay checks.

The British press is having a field day about the US superstars who feigned an, “I didn’t know he was a murderer, and his sons, lynch men” apologetic mewling. We knew for a long time Libya sent in the terrorists, that brought down the Lockerbie Pan Am flight  #102 in 1988 and ordered the death of 243 passengers.

Carey, Usher, Beyoncé and Furtado all skipped off the stage with millions in emoluments (paychecks) for entertaining the terrorists, who probably attended the Gaddafi boys’ parties. No excuse, absolutely none, will I accept from any of these greedy, American performers.They know who Gaddafi was, is and where the blood money came for their payrolls.  They entertained the murderers of those 243 passengers.

Mariah Carey knew who Gaddafi is and I am sure she consulted attorneys and advisors before taking the Gaddafi payment. Like she does not have the internet, an agent, and a whole company of publicists who know exactly what Libya and Gaddafi represent.

I am so tired of these stars climbing on the backs of international and national political movements, who are trying to be recognized, legitimately, like the gay marriage movement.

Artists, like Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie, Jason Mraz and Tristan Prettyman, are now standing on the backs, of the gay rights organizations’ efforts, hoping to attain more ticket and record sales, by their claims of, “We aren’t getting married until the gays can have legally recognized marriages, too.”

What fools, these performers must think we are now.The sickness that pervades political chameleons also  pervades, the artists of our day. Nothing new, there. Right?

What a mockery of the gay marriage issue and the infamy, legal losses, injustices and cruelties suffered by gays to obtain the right to marriage, that these stars make and use those abuses suffered by gays, to further their own publicity avariciousness now.

If you don’t marry, Brad, you cannot help the gays politically? What, Mariah, if you did not sing songs, for a million dollars,for the Gaddafi terrorist brothers, no one else would hire you?

These stars do it for the press and fame, they get, and their acts are based on a lack of courage and a  fear of commitment. Spineless and unable to stand up at the altar, craven and fearful to take the lead and denounce and deny a homicidal dictator, and his son’s invitations, to perform at their parties.These are the artists the world worships now?

Disgusting, to say the least, and these hetero-sexual stars make a mockery of those people who do marry, bravely, and are able to take part in humanitarian efforts, to help the gay-rights agenda along. They pretend to align with the suffering and  the same discriminations and prejudice, as gay’s do, by declaring they are standing side-by-side with gays. This gets them a wonderful new audience and higher ticket sales, and maybe even an invitation to an Elton John party or two.

And these movie stars and singers,  can not support the gay-marriage rights cause married?

They just don’t want to marry, argue over their pre-nups, and they have found a way to not marry their fiancé, by bastardizing the gay-rights marriage agenda by their lack of courage and their desire for media attention.

My take on it is that they, in some small part of their heart, are still waiting for the real love of their life to show up. 

How much more powerful is it for a married hetero-sexual couple to walk alongside gay protesters, than it is for a famous star, to mock the institution of marriage? Why even get engaged if you were never planning on marrying. If you are famous, why wouldn’t your voice carry weight in the world? No, you just had to make the issue personal, and truly it was never personal because you are not gay.

I am not gay, either, however, if I were engaged to be marry, I would make sure, to make sure my husband and I let everyone know we supported their rights and walk right along side of them in protest until these laws are changed.

No apologies on my ruminating, today, just something to write about while my furnace is being repaired.

“Fame has also this great drawback, that if we pursue it, we must direct our lives so as to please the fancy of men.” --Baruch Spinoza