Monthly Archives: December 2010

My Sweet Hilo Rain

The Rain of Hilo
I shall never forget
It soothes, it drenches
It Blesses
It has allowed
Me to
Grow

Gratitude to you
My Sweet Hilo Rain
You’ve been there all along
Shown me the truth has no pain
My family bids you farewell
And I say
Gratitude to you
My Sweet Hilo Rain

third eye’s a buzzing

So I thought I’d write a blog.

Enlightenment is attainable.  If all it is recognition of a single moment of clarity then it is something each person has experienced at some point.  It’s that time when you’re watching a sunset and the mind is blank for a moment.  It’s that satisfaction of going deeper in a yoga pose.  It’s simply presence.

As for the other stuff, well I can only speak on my experience.  I don’t know if all people have visions and I realize the insanity of following and honoring dreams and see how that might not work for all people.  Whatever comes along in our paths that allow us to be in the Here and Now, to know Presence, then that’s all that matters I suppose.

There are many sacred paths to that place.  Sri Ramakrishna was an Indian mystic who tried Hinduism, Christianity, and Islam.  He found that they all led to God.  In my experience of Buddhist meditation groups and prayer in a Catholic church, as well as alone in my travels across the country and back home, I experienced my own version of that.

I believe the Christ and Buddha Consciousness are one in the same and both are viable ways to connect with God.  If we were to look at it as energy, then when each historical figure hit that place, that energy is still available for anyone who wishes to connect in such a way.

The reason my third eye is buzzing though is this: nothing matters because separation is but a veil and all of that is already there, God Consciousness, the Here and Now, Presence, etc.  Everything is inside and what is outside is merely just more of what’s inside. That thing that pisses me off in the dude in line in front of me is my own shadow.  That thing about that cute kid that is so energetic is the same thing inside of me.

It’s a simple concept yet the ego is the veil, perhaps afraid of losing it’s sense of individuality.  I don’t know because I haven’t lost mine nor do I know if I ever will.

I’m pretty stoked on the experiences of Presence that I do have and finding a way to interact spiritually with life that fills me and works for me.  I guess that’s all that matters and if I ever attain permanent enlightening in this life or a million more to come oh well, I’ll deal with that when I am aware fully of living in the Here and Now.

My Best Attempt at Hendrix

This is the rawest poem I ever wrote. As I read it, I hear it like a melody.

I was staying at the India House Hostel in New Orleans and this flowed the day before my powerful experience of connecting with the Christ/Buddha Consciousness, which has since altered my trip just a bit ; )

Alot of energy and feelings came out with this which is why I share it months removed.

This was born as a live band was playing and I was feeling the music and this dude who was painting a mural said to me: “If you are good at expression, just put your mind to it and it will come out.”

So I did:

The tears
I fight them
Can’t let it
Get to me

But this time
It’s not even
My mind

No, not this time do the
Broken fragments of my psyche
Let me Crack
Not this time

Oh no, this time
It’s the tears of the heart
A feeling so deep, so
Something I never put into words.

No this is that pain
That deep pain of years of hurt
Built up, welling up, it’s fed up.
My heart is dying, not dying it’s death
But Dying to Say: WAKE UP!!!

If I can wake from this recurring nightmare then
Maybe I can kiss you
My Sleeping Beauty
And slay that dragon that haunts you too

I know your pain
Though you never put it into words
I know your pain
Though you’ve tried to hide

I know your pain because I understand
That which plagues us all
I know your pain, it’s my pain too

Though you’re long gone and I’ve not heard a thing
I know your pain because
Because

I want to share all things with you
The good, the bad
The happy, the sad
All the seasons and their families

I’ll share it all
With You,
With You.

Not only share, heal, and care
Allow us to grow
Baby, that’s how much
I love You

That’s how much…
I love You so much
I want to know all
There is
To You

Note: Wow, as I read it, I hear the melody so it makes sense but this will probably make sense to no one else. Oh well. Tee hee! Stay tuned for the Dark Bootleg Cut to this track.

Choose Your Vibration

It hit me in conversation with my friend Jay “Favorite” Adair: I can choose my vibration.

I awoke to some texts from the Soul Samurai to give him a call. I took the dog for a walk, returned home, the Flow told me to meditate, meditated, then called Mr. Samurai.

I could hear the energy in his voice and all of a sudden I started getting really excited. He was kind of out of the Flow and I felt like by elevating my vibration it might impact him.

I’d go through the day and get my 4th tattoo (from 202 in Hilo which adds to 4, some numerology for y’all) from a line in Isaiah. This line spoke to me because it had to do with Light and experiencing peace.

I’d once given up on peace but a convo about Star Trek with an Inspiration in my life rekindled that. In the last few months, I’ve been on my journey to “God’s Mountain” by trusting the Flow and in the process have experienced a growing sense of peace throughout my days.

My energy was pretty high for the day and anyway, at the end of the night, it hit me. I can choose my vibration. For so long, I played songs with lines like “I’m not good enough.” or “I don’t deserve her.” or “I am not love.” and I’ve chosen to eject those tapes and pay attention to a new soundtrack.

In the process, it’s brought me quite far and to the first realization of a very important Creator-type thought I long ago had: I can choose my vibration, my feeling, my energy.

Thank you to the Light for this new illumination.

Peace within Romies!

Osho – New Vision

Thoughts are reflections.  A cloudy vision makes it’s hard to see the beauty…

I used to dwell in darkness quite often. As a result, my world reflected that. My only real respite occurred when I had a concussion where I was able to sit in my Higher Self and life was pretty magical.  I fell in love, it was pure and real and sacred to me.  Then as Eckhart Tolle calls it, the pain body kicked in, because I regained my ego sense.

I projected my darkness onto the relationship, onto others, onto the world, as I’d always done.  The world I lived in was mired in dark clouds, heavy fog.  Funny that things were clearer when I had a concussion.

Anyway, it’s amazing how great pain sharpens and softens all the same because today, I scamper around in the light and life is now magical.  When dark arises, I don’t suppress it, I merely watch and say stop, I might even laugh, because I know it’s not me.  If there’s an emotion, I ride that fully, ask it how I can love more deeply and it opens me even further to the Light that is my Truth.

I’ve found a way to stay in the flow versus resist. I have seen how I can manifest almost instantaneously. I’ve even taught that to a friend and he’s leaped beyond me in the manifestation process.  Quite amazing.

As cool as all of this is, I have a confession to make.  I’m like the Hitch of the Flow, got this great thing but not quite practicing it all the time. Which on the one hand, I don’t mind because Will Smith was like my TV big brother growing up. Nah, joke.

On the real, each day, I grow closer and closer to the rubberband snapping and being all in.  Not because I’m afraid.  Not because it’s an extreme.  It’s just me.  This is who I was born in this life to be.  I was not born to be crawl in the dark, I was born to fly because my essence is Light.  Each day gives me more confidence, more belief in that Light, within.

I’ve a new vision for life.  I always had it and it’s scary how much sense it makes, how magical/crazy I feel.  You might think me mad.  I don’t care and I’m done worrying about how others live.

Jessica once told me, “It’s like you have this new you, but are looking at the old way of operating.”  She was right.  Well, I’m through with that.  The last time I spoke to her she said there were things that still made her mad.  I don’t know what that is and I can’t speculate on the feelings or process of another.  Regardless I was mad at myself.  Mad for trying to fit in this societal thing I never found peace in, for falling back on my old ways when I’ve had a new vision to live all along.

LMAO.  It was there all along.  Just like the treasure beneath the tree in Spain that Santiago found, in my inner home, it was there all along.

“And just when the caterpillar thought it was dying, a butterfly emerged.”

Appreciation

When I gaze upon anything these days
I feel the love I have for you
You freed me!
Liberation of the heart
Of my being
Funny how when sharpened
We can also soften
Thanks for everything
I pray you one day find the same
Within, with who ever
I’ll always appreciate
The one who freed me
From captivity
To be the Lion
I was always meant to be

cartwheels in the rain
they erase any pain
i feel within
because it’s spontaneously freeing
to be spinning
in the rain
i ‘spose it’s like
singing
in those drops
that we call rain
tee hee

Presence and Peaceful Energy and Pennies

Years ago, I always thought happiness was career, relationship, health, etc.  While those are all great and I’ve had some wonderful experiences, it’s only in truly allowing myself to be the spiritual person that I am, that I have been able to sustain of a consistent level of calm and peacefulness, something I never had when focusing on all of those things.  Russel Simmons calls it the “Do You” law of success.

I’m not Jesus or Buddha mind you, but I feel pretty wonderful most times these days. I used to feel so dead inside.  Even some of my best memories were followed by that dead feeling.  It was like the loves, the going out to do stuff, the jobs, the whatever filled the void for just a moment, was only an escape.

I think it has to do with energy and what I send out.  It’s like there’s a vibration to operate from.  In applying the “Doing You” law, I’m able to be at peace because that’s who I am and I am no longer afraid of that.

I now notice when my vibration is high because the people I encounter always seem to smile (which could be because I’m smiling a great deal more I’m told) and things seem to work out divinely. Like, I just follow my inner compass and it leads me to the places, the people, and the so on that add to the peace.

Today my inner Voice told me to speak with a man sitting next to me.  I breathed a slight sigh of relief in that alot of times it tells me to talk to women and my ego kind of freaks out at those times.  I love women and have met some interesting people in general but in the past was not fond of approaching random people I didn’t know and certainly didn’t want to give off the creeper vibe.

I’ve realized, it’s those negative, fear based thoughts that give off those vibes in the first place.  On an energetic level, we can feel when we aren’t loved, when people aren’t present, when people have ill-intentions.  And, you know what, we never know how we impact others because who knows what anyone else is thinking.

I noticed when I take a deep breath and embody presence, when I allow my peace to reside, it’s as though I send a loving energy and the experience unfolds organically, without planning, without whatever.

I was with my guide, Adya, the other day and we saw a young woman who my inner Voice said to tell her she was a hard worker.  I’d notice how hard she worked and I can value that.  I’ve worked in many jobs where people just did enough to not get fired and I’d bust ass so we could finish early or whatever.  So I told this woman that.  Adya sees her and starts talking to her.  She kind of tripped out until she saw me and said that made her day because she felt like nobody noticed.

My ego started to kick the story of “Oh shit.  This is embarrassing.” but it was weird because I didn’t feel the fear I’d have felt in the past.  And then she said she was stoked at that and shoot, it worked out in its own weird way.

So anyway, I start talking to this guy and he was a riot, quite facetious and playful.  I opted for “I’m thinking career change right now and just wondering what people do?” instead of my usual “excuse me, I’m a spiritual person and well, something tells me to talk with you.”

We had a fascinating conversation which is going into the book that I am writing but here is the pearl I’d like to post.  He said when it comes to love and being loving that it’s easy to love a $20 bill more than a penny.  The same goes for people he said.

“While the $20 bills are great and easy to love, there are far more pennies and I think God would want us to love them just as much.”

It was an interesting conversation and I must say Mahalo nui to you Rob.  Good luck making synthetic body parts in your basement.  Wink.

Yeah, this was blog was total randomness but like MC Yogi said: Give your love away and it comes back another day.

Shoots.

Writing is a Trip

I’ve filled two and half journals in the last three months. Not to mention all the stuff/crap/wisdom that comes pouring out on this site. I’ve given up to the journey and realizing that it is taking me.

I realized today that I answered that statement that I set out when I was 26.5 years old. I remember quite clearly saying: “I’m going to live my dream, whatever that is.” More of a question at the time really.

In the last few years, I’ve gone from overweight and eczema riddled to in good shape with smooth skin. That’s just the physical, my mental, emotional, spiritual, the holistic being is getting better, stronger each day.

I can’t say it’s the acceleration of the writing that’s doing it. It is a large part of it and I see now that I am in the process of actualizing a few things that I’ve always wanted to do.

1. Home base in Hawaii, travel all-over. Took a seven week “metaphorical 40 days in the desert” trip earlier with an 11 day closing that up to come within a month.

2. Be a writer. I’ve written the basis of my first book and am now in the editing/adding whatever else happens from now until the end of those 11 days.

3. I have an excitingly crazy life in which I meet light-filled people each and every day.

4. I’m actually helping people by being me, which is this spiritually mad person (or madly spiritual person, whatever, tee hee).

Regardless of 1 and 2, I have to say numbers 3 and 4 is the most delicious of all. I see how 1, helped to pry open and let out what’s in the heart, 2 is putting it all together, and well 3, three is just the place to Be or of Being.  From there, it makes 4 actually work.  A woman told me yesterday, “I am so glad that I met you.” all because I was “listening” to the message and it said to go to Cuba.  The conversation went a little further but yeah, long story short, Number 3 allowed 4.

Thank you to each and every person who has entered and exited my life. From the little girl who melted my heart with love at 19 when I was mad at the world, to the woman who broke my heart wide open earlier this year, to every single entity out there.

I’m so in love with this life.  I feel so much love for this experience.  There will be challenges, the dark is out there but damn if I don’t enjoy the light, and if I sure do enjoy shining light!

Chocolate and Poetry

Yesterday was my Grandfather’ s birthday.  He’d have been 88.  A number of people kept saying the name Walter (he was the one to bring our family name to Hawaii) , so in honor of him I got some chocolate.  I was looking for something and I grabbed a dark chocolate with raspberries b/c it came with a poem.  And it said to share the poem with people you love.

So Dear Reader I share with you the poem from chocolate. And here’s to you Old Buddy, I’m liking this chocolate!

The First Day by Christina Rosetti

I wish I could remember the first day,

First hour, first moment of your meeting me;

If bright or dim the season, it might be

Summer or winter for aught I can say.

So unrecorded did it slip away,

So blind was I to see and to foresee,

So dull to mark the budding of my tree

That would not blossom yet for many a May.

If only I could recollect it!  Such

A day of days! I let it come and go

As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow.

It seemed to mean so little, meant so much!

If only now I could recall that touch,

First touch of hand in hand!  Did one but know!