#MeToo #UsToo

First Glance, What IS

the sex game … age-old but BUSTED NOW!

Speaking as a so-called “victim” of sexual abuse, I have the authority to write deeply about a subject that’s too often, in the past, been considered either taboo or bad taste. Well, too bad, any leftover squeamish sex-prudes! The secret’s out! Humankind is sexually obsessive! That’s right! And it’s time we call sex for what it is — the second most driving force (mostly hidden) of human nature, right after survival-of-our-species itself.

Let’s face it, without sex, humankind would perish. It’s that simple. Sex and survival go hand in hand. Okay, you outraged ones (always!) before you get your feathers all ruffled, let me explain that this doesn’t give license to people to do anything to anybody they want, sexually or otherwise. Allow me to present my viewby painting the picture of my own experience.

Beeman Pollination Blues, all species, all love--we are ONE

spiritual sex is divine

Yes, sex is lovely and as natural as, well, bees and all other kinds of Nature’s creatures. We humans are animals, we must remember! But we also use the word “civilized” in connection with the type of natures we humans have been cultivating for, oh, let’s see … is it hundreds of thousands of years, or is it just yesterday, or the day before, when thesexual truth of many powerful men’s unacceptable behavior was thankfully, finally revealed to be the norm, more than anyone ever thought.

When CONTROL is added to the sexual urge, the energy of sex irrevocably changes from divine to devastating. The effects of sex, when two people are not of the same consensual and mutally agreed-upon level of carnal excitement — the merest of sex acts, or improper touching — changes to a weapon of utter destruction, to both the perpetrator (eventually) and to the victim (immediately).

I’ve always known how sexual this so-called human civilization of ours is because I was sexually molested at age ten. The whys, the questions, the mind-blowing crashing of my basic and utterly faithful trust (up to that point) in humanity that followed, and the consequent healing that finally arrived after I stopped self-destructively rampaging and got down to serious self-love healing — all this has led me to understand this issue from a different point of view than most people ever mention.

And that is:

Until we stop controlling others, and stop letting others control us — which can be applied to the subject of sexual conduct as well as all other forms of interaction in our global society — we will never truly know the real meaning of Spirit in our lives.

Because to live in Spirit, to breathe freely in Spirit’s uniquely free-wheeling manner, is to let go of all control. And that includes, most especially, allowing others to control us as well as letting go of the need to control any other (mothers raising young children is the only exception to this statement I make).

Every person, child or woman, who allows themself to be un-wantedly fondled, has to learn to kick their aggressor in the crotch, poke their fingers in his/her/their eyes, and run and scream and shout for safety! No longer allow yourelf to be vicitimized, male/female/in-betweener: this is what I’m stating here. I know this because I was the victim of someone’s sexual control before anyone ever told me there was such a thing. Or that such a thing was UNACCEPTABLE.  No one told me I could bite, scream, claw, kick and defy my aggressor, as I would have, if I’d only known what that was what was happening to me.

Children don’t understand the mystery of the power of sex intuitively. A ten-year-old being sexually played with doesn’t even know that sex with an adult is an “improper thing.” To me, when my molestation took place, I hadn’t a clue what was going on. It wasn’t until I saw the reaction of the adults I told afterward, that I figured what had happened wasn’t really the “game” I’d been told it was. Wasn’t really “Okay” as I’d been lied to.

I’ve been told that in more primitive societies, before our so-called “civilization” took hold, that incest and adult-child sex was permissible, indeed, even ritualized. But we live in a different world from our cave-dwelling ancestors. And change is, once again, happening. Sex must be revealed as the sacred thing it is, between individuals who love and care for each other. We must spread this information more than ever, today, NOW, as a result of the recent spate of revealed abusers resulting from victims, at last, stepping forth.

what to do when ATTACKED


It’s up to each parent, aunt, uncle, grandfather, grandmother, brother, sister, mother, father, to protect their child from sexual or any other kind of unjust manipulation. To fail at this is like failing to provide water, air, and food. You kill your child if you do not protect him/her/them from a sexually compromising situation.

Okay, children aside. Let’s talk a minute about this current hoopla about all the men who are being outed for sexual transgressions. In many cases the women who were victimized are portrayed as being “in fear of their jobs” and some, even raped, or otherwise disrespected by incredibly narcissistic behavior played out in front of them, without their permission, by men who felt they had power over these women.

Whatever the circumstances, it’s time for our family of humankind to take the next HUGE step toward spiritual well-being. And that’s to admit that sex has always been a power-tool wielded all too commonly, and easily, by unscrupulous and mean-hearted. And I’m not just saying men are the guilty ones. I’m sure there are going to be some female predators that will be uncovered, during this stage of reassessing what’s basic to acceptable human behavior. What’s acceptable and what ain’t applies to all, regardless of gender.

To me, very sensitive to sexual improprieties since early childhood, any form of un-asked-for physical touching must be agreed upon, by both parties, adults and children. As a yoga teacher, I’ve been asked many times to “not touch me, please!” because certain students can’t tolerate even a gentle touch to remind a hip to go further back, or a spine more elongated. Everyone has different barriers, boundaries, or needs. And nothing must be assumed. I remember the occasion (it’s happened more than once) when my extraordinarily long fingers (I’m quite tall) accidentally touched another woman’s breast who happened to be standing close to me in conversation. I always acknowledge when this happens. I always say, “Oops, sorry!” and always, the other party smiles and says, “No problem.” This is human decency.

What isn’t human decency is to assume, as some men have, that it’s cool to come up to me and kiss me smack on the lips with their slimy, sloppy, saliva-drooling mouth. But I’ve never said anything about this before. I don’t want to hurt the man’s feelings, they’re usually some poor sod. I’m thinking of an elderly, well-meaning man especially, but nonetheless, I shudder every time I see him as he insists on kissing me this way, and it’s always right in front of his wife too, yet I hate it and from now on I won’t let him do it anymore—because it dis-tresses ME.

The more men (and maybe women) who are exposed publicly as using sex as tools of control, the sooner we’ll get over this clumsy stage of our human development. We’re going through growing pains, that’s all. Our human species is in teeny-bopperhood in terms of our spiritual development. True!

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let’s focus on our similarities rather than our dissimilarities

Think of it. We’re in a very permissive time in our culture. Tits and asses are all over the place (I hate it, it goes against my goddess-image Self, when I see Nicki Minaj shake her big fat booty, and Beyonce, too!). We’re supposed to respect our bodies as sacred yet hip-hop stars are debasing the female form more and more each year, and young people are being taught to accept it.  Think it’s cool. Well, it ain’t! But we’ll keep going to the extremes until it’s cool to … go in the reverse direction. That’s human nature. To expose our boobs to the very umpth degree and think that no repercussions will ever come of it is just plain stupid — why? — because we are sexual beings. And are men supposed to control themselves and not drool or want to screw a piece of ass that’s being flaunted in front of them? Are they? Why should men be tortured, and then screamed at for being sexual abusers when they touch a woman’s ass, or tits, without getting her permission. It’s a screwed-up logic, this sexual game our society is playing. But, playing it, we are.

getting closer to the truth

Religious people object to Civitas, a huge statute I posed for

I think it’s such an interesting time, this crossroads of our homespun American purity with the rash of current exposure to power-hungry perverts who have been abusing women for far too long. I’m sure there are going to be some innocents that are pushed into the “guilty sack” along with the true oppressors. Usually I can tell by someone’s visage, the features we can see in a person’s face, about his/her/their true nature. In the case of Harvey Weinstein, it’s evident he’s a pig. No doubt about it. But for the faces of some of the accused, well, it’s hard to tell, isn’t it? Who’s going to be someone you can trust, and who ain’t?


LordFlea and her consort carterO high on Matchu Picchu Mountain.

My own dear consort, Carter, who is the epitome of gentlemanly ways and respects women as the goddesses they are, was longago accused of sexually abusing his own sweet young daughter! Unjustly, and in the end, completely insanely, by his gone-crazy-with-anger-and-grief, soon-to-be ex-wife, who had nothing to fight back with except her Jerry Springer-like accusations that Carter took advantage of their beloved 4-year old daughter. The befuddled child was yanked from her home and spent 4 months in a cruel foster care setting, until the court’s investigations could be made, when Carter was fully exonerated, and the daughter was returned to his care. The mother (along with the grandmother) was charged with making false accusations but didn’t get jailed, as her daughter had.

Both my stepdaughter, now 33, and my wonderful man Carter, were horribly scarred from the nightmare of having to go through the repercussions of having been drawn into this sex-scandal heralded by the lies of the ex, who is now dead from her misdirected life of overusing drugs and alcohol.

Extremes like this will continue. It’s human nature to be messed up. We all know that. We’re no angels. We’re all just trying to get better, one person at a time, one day at a time. But until the world starts talking publicly about (as it is NOW) and accepts that sex has been used far too much, far too commonly (even priests, pastors, men of so-called spiritual leadership) — things will not begin to change unless there is a sea change.

And that sea change is — awareness.

Breath by breath, person by person, the awareness that is possible for an individual to experience higher ways of thinking, feeling, Being — may start with a shock, such as a grossly inappropriate sexual encounter. Epiphanies shake one’s very foundation in trusting life. I know that’s what happened to me. I’ve thought about how sex shook my world a good deal, starting in my early teens. If I hadn’t been sexually molested, and lost my faith in my fellow humans, I would never have gone to such extremes as I did, trying to hide from the fact that I loathed myself. So I ended up burying my consciousness in drugs and alcohol as many victims do. Until I nearly died. Then I had to make the decision. To stop trying to control the inner dragon, which is what addiction is. I one day chose to let go of that control, and surrender. By surrendering to the dis-ease of addiction, I came to be victorious over my self-loathing. I gave up the fight. I gave up needing to control my state of mind through a puff here, a sip there, a slug there, and a chug-alug drowning there. I finally chose (after bottoming out) to become, in more ways than just the word … natural.

And when I gave up controlling my addiction to mood-altering substances, hoping they’d take away the pain of having been abused (poor me, poor me, pour me another drink!) — I gradually came to the place where I could give up the need of letting others control me.

It took a while. But I kept practicing. And pretty soon I learned how to say NO! No, you cannot control the way I feel, the way I think, and certainly not the way I act. When I let go of both things — needing to control and needing others to control me — that’s when I learned what true freedom really is.

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I was ready to burst out of my rock-suit of hard-heartedness

This is what our society now faces. The same choice. To come alive, awake, aware! Burst out of our secrets, our shells, our hard covers over our beautiful, oh so beautiful BIG hearts! Our true humanity. Love is the weapon of mass illumination.

Now that many so-called men of power have been exposed for the predators, abusers, rapists, and no-goodniks that they are, each person today has the choice of … acting with more human dignity in their own personal life. Not judging others until they know all sides of the story, for instance. Remember how Carter was unjustly accused! But also remember this. Something that happened long before I was abused as a ten year old child. How we need to educate our children more. This is what I witnessed myself. Something that forever changed my life. And made me cautious about accepting people as who they say they are.

I was riding my bike around our urban neighborhood one summer day. Our house was across the open meadow of an Illinois field, where I’d ride a narrow bumpy path from my neat grass-clipped yard over to the smooth sidewalk and parking lot that surrounded my small parochial school that was, naturally, closed up tightly for the summer months.

On this hot July day when I was eight or nine, riding my bike around, I saw something weird that caught my eye. It was down a deep dark stairwell, one that led to classrooms below ground level. I saw a flash of yellow. So I stopped my bike. Got off it and peered down the stairs. The yellow of a wide-brimmed straw hat sat atop a man’s head. And just then he looked up and I saw that he wore sunglasses and was stone cold naked! And then I saw that his hand was doing something strange like up-and-down in his lap and he was looking at me awfully funny. So I jumped on my bike and whisked back home, all of a two-minute feat, rushed and told my mom, who ran across the field by herself.

Years later, as she drank Scotch late one night, she told me, “That was our old parish priest you saw that day, Father Aloysius, and I caught him red-handed doing just as you said!” Mom sadly shook her head. She’d waited over 20 years to tell me what to her, was “The Horror!” She went on and said, “I didn’t know what to do. He saw me and ran his bare butt self into the school door and I ran home and called the oldest member of our congregation, the local dentist. Together Dr. Bob and I decided to go tell the Bishop, which we did, and real soon there was a younger priest sent, to watch over the old man.”

That was all my mom could do, back then. Now … it’s a different world. Women are free to be who we are, just another gender. We have rights we didn’t have even in my early womanhood.

Things are getting better, folks. We’re becoming better, more spiritual people with each little bit of control-or-be-control that gets loosened from our humanity-made torture chambers.


Watch for my upcoming book, it’s to be released next week! Telling more stories about how we, our beautiful human family, are becoming more spiritualized, day by day, person by person.

Stay tuned, as soon I’ll be posting a link where you can purchase a copy for yourself.

All love to you, teZa aka LordFlea

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Book of teZ

The Importance of Being

France Chagall Exhibit

I love Chagall’s work, so mystical, so symbolic


People say “This is the most important!” and others say, “That’s the most important!” I’m guilty of this myself ( see last post ) What I’m feeling today is even more basic than what I wrote here last, this place where I get to share random thoughts and find others who relate to my opened door of perception.

More than anything else, to let my awakened consciousness melt into my heart chamber, where Love feels the most expansive — is how I connect to my very existence. This is how I practice simple awareness. Also called, simply, “Presence.”

Really, there’s nothing more simple. To just “Be” … is there? As long as we’re breathing, we’re alive, we are “Be-ing.” Even if one is in a coma, people who come back out of them, say they are “aware” of what’s going on around them. They hear, smell, and sense, people in their presence, shows being played on TV, conversations taking place between others. The people who are incapacitated are still Be-ing. Their Being-ness has pretty much been limited to just observing, true. But still, they are Being.

Think about that for a second. Are you aware that each breath — is a gift?

Tell me how this makes you feel. I’d love to hear from you.

In Light, with lots of love, teZa aka LordFlea

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in the 'I' ... easing through Life-Storms, a nonfiction spiritual adventure by teZa Lord, aka LordFlea

‘I’ — the MOST important thing to know

look deep within---it's YOU!

look deep within—it’s YOU!

To know your own self, and to love that self within, is the most important thing for any of us to do in life. This is the highest achievement one can have, ever! Seriously. All the titles, degrees, uber or simple contributions to humanity, celebrity or public recognition, or none at all, add up to a pile of beans if a person hasn’t yet met their inner ‘I’ — the eternal, magical Self (the Higher Self) that resides within each of us.

This ‘I’ is also called Self Love. And it’s true what they say, you know. It’s impossible to love anything or anybody else if a person hasn’t yet learned to love their own Self. Because we are all reflections, mirrors of each other. If you learn to love that essence within, your true Self, you can see that love in another person reflecting back, or the entire family of humankind, including both its foibles and greatness.

I’ll give myself as an example. Once upon a time I somehow got stuck in self-loathing. Circumstances in my early life took me there, and it took me quite a while to even recognize I was “stuck there.” My parents did the best they could, but they were dealing with the demons of my dad’s alcoholism, a real family-wrecker. Addictions of any sort are.

By the time I reached adolescence I wanted to shut off the noise of self-hatred, so I became a teenage drunk (drugs weren’t available back then in the Stone Age) and began to numb the self-loathing. Having always loved making art, I pretty much documented my journey. From that place of utter and complete inner confusion, to finally reaching a bottom, and then being fortunate and humble enough, desperate enough, to ask for help. And getting it! Pursuing it! Luckily, I had great teachers. My journey, my inner journey, knowing who and what I am, began when I chose to put down the drugs and alcohol that had ruled the entire first half of my life, from age fifteen to thirty-six. Earlier, I never thought I’d ever make it past my 21st birthday, so intent was I about obliterating myself because I couldn’t take the pain of living.

That is when my spiritual journey began. As a sober person. Then I began to have a love affair with my “inner Self” — the real me — not the “bad girl” one my harassed and distracted (by their own isms, intolerance, and judgment) parents told me I was. I realized that my inner Self and All around me were One and the same. We are all connected. I felt it! Now that I no longer held a shield between myself and … this existence called life.

No matter how, which way, or when I tried testing this theory of Oneness, I experienced it viscerally. But only after I put down the self-loathingness of my using chemicals (and bad relationships) to put myself down. My work changed. I took all the pre-‘I’ stuff to the dump. From then one my work has honored the sacred in ordinary life.

we are ONE: what affects one of us, affects us ALL

we are ONE: what affects one of us, affects us ALL

To know one’s own true Self is the greatest gift we can ever have! And best of all, we can give it to our own Self. You don’t need someone to hand it to you. You don’t need to “earn” it. It’s every single person’s birthright, to explore this inner Self, what I call the ‘I’ within.

Now I’m publishing a book about that journey within! It’s a journey to consciousness in the disguise of a story about how I taught yoga and meditation to teenage juvies in a hardcore lockup. And the first thing I told all my students? “I’m just like you are … only I didn’t get caught as young as you did!”

Heal Psychic Wounds

We all have to Heal Our Psychic Wounds

I’m just days away from the actual publication date, when the book will be uploaded to Amazon! I’m so excited, because this book is the culmination of, literally, 30 years of work. Not just the sitting down at my desk and writing the true story, the dialogue quirky characters speak contained within this nonfiction narrative, but the years before that, of having worked on my own inner Self. The decades it took to for me to learn to let go of self-hatred and embrace Self-love.

I’ll be sharing where you can purchase this book very soon, my friends! There will be a 5-day period on Amazon when you can purchase it digitally for only $.99!! Imagine! But you can also get a beautifully printed (on demand) tree-book. You’ll get 30-years of LordFlea’s development, all for a price less than a cup of Joe at Starbucks. Isn’t that ironic!?

I love this age we’re living in. My book launch is completely through the internet, so spread the word! shout it from the rooftops! Visit my mothership tezalord.com (yes, LordFlea is really teZ-ahhh!) or use the contact sheet below, and sign onto my Army of Love (meaning, join my email list, ha!). That’s so I can keep you posted about upcoming events, interviews, and other cool things I plan on doing. Like the TWO BOOKS I’ll be publishing as soon as in the ‘I’ is birthed. That’s right! I’m busy!

I’m also in the middle of making an audio-book! Many of you might prefer to hear me read the story, complete with all the animated insights of a love-to-read-aloud person, not to mention the author herself.

My consort Carter and I made a movie together and I love acting! We have been reading to each other in bed (besides other things there) since we married, twenty-six years ago. I was 7 years into my new life of “loving my Self” when we got hitched. And I can guarantee you — I would never have been able to even recognize him as being “a lover” if I had not done the previous Self-inquiry, introspection, and purification that’s part of getting rid of crap we don’t need, the psycho babble stuff, and embracing the soundless, wordless, blissful state of knowing my true Self.

A blessed day to you, and keep coming back here for updates on …. the book! check out the glorious endorsement Yann Martel, author of Life of Pi graciously gave In the ‘I’!!

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In the Midst of Chaos … a Center of Calm

Hello Dear Friends,

So much turmoil! All around us. Not only destructive storms, erupting volcanoes, and lethal wild fires, but … people losing it, freaking out left and right! Right at this moment I have a police officer right outside my front door walking toward the neighbor’s house with a drawn machine-gun! Can you imagine that! I just now found out that the teenager in the house has “… locked herself in the bathroom, she thinks there’s an intruder in the house!”

The 11:11 clock face means … it’s TIME to wake UP!! We all have choices, and I’m here to remind you, with loving kindness, my friends.

Fear shakes a lot of human hearts these days.

Whether there is an intruder next door or not, we shall see. I am directly across the street from them, and we don’t have any such fears in our home. Windows are wide open today, this gorgeous and cool day, after too many storms lately. Matter of fact, we probably should lock, or at least close our doors a little more often than we do, we feel that safe. We shall see what’s up with the neighbor. Of course I hope there’s no intruder. But … possibly … the “culprit” could be the teenage girl who I saw outside as the police arrived (guns drawn!). Her fear I mean, imagining an intruder when … it could be the wind in the surrounding trees knocking against the window.  A penetrating fear perhaps ignited more strongly now as a result of her inner state being disrupted by so much turmoil on the outside world at this particular moment.

These days we all have this choice: Ought I buy into the huge amount of angst and anxiety going around, due to all sorts of factors (Nature sending us direct messages of Her dis-content; the political arena in an unsettling and dangerous uproar; scandals loosening our tongues about age-old abuses and oppression surrounding others’ use of sexual control, etc. etc.) … OR we could choose to turn within, and seek shelter in the calm of our peaceful inner space.

We all have the same choice. Be fearful or stay in the Big Heart of Our Shared Humanity.

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the human family is IN THIS TOGETHER, our species’ spiritual transformation

Some people call me “aggressively positive” and I laugh! What a great thing to be called. Yes, I’m kind of in-your-face positive that Spirit Rules! Because I firmly believe that it is my life’s role to be the cosmic jester, the trickster, the jokester that makes laughing and being happy such an appealing advertisement for Being Spiritual that even the most confirmed pessimist won’t stand a chance in face of my nonstop tickling of their heart, their funny bone, their strings attached to fear that I’m loosening so they can experience more freedom for our collective humanity.

My purpose in life is to document my own journey. I’ve done that through art and writing for as long as I’ve had this urge … going back to my whacky, off-kilter, angst-ridden yet in-love-with-art teens. In defiance, I set out to conquer my demons. First, by meeting them head-on, and fighting them to the death. And yes, I finally did manage to kill my inner demons. After trying to drown them in alcohol and drugs (just doesn’t work!) After sobriety (33 years ago) I realized, little by little, that my fears are of my own making. They are not real. And today I can surely, soundly say the same for what a lot of other people are feeling, as far as their fears are concerned.

We make our lives our own heavens, or our own hells, by either creating our own fears, or letting them go. It’s that simple. Case in point: even in an oppressive society, a person can make their reality a happy life, if they accept their circumstances, and work with what they have to better themselves, as best they can. I was not so good at this when I was younger. When I was pissed off … I wanted everyone around me to be, too.

And yes, bad things do happen. But … hey! this is life! This place called Earth is where we’re all going through our journey together. Some of us are sure this journey is only about what’s right in front of them! What they can see, feel, hear, smell. Who’s been elected, who’s not been. Who’s getting the most likes on social media. And then there are others, count me one of them, who feel that the true meaning of this journey called life is to accept what’s happening, and see the merit of each moment before us as it unfolds. Moment by moment. If bad things are happening, they are happening for a reason. It’s up to us to figure out why, and work with that. But to say, “I’m angry, This is unfair!” only takes away our creative juices and disallows us to discover the true meaning of the situation before us.

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Enter each “bad” situation, and ask, “What benefit does it bring? Me? Humankind?”

Not to judge the past, not to anticipate the future, but to stay right here, breath by breath, and harness my breath to this moment before me. That’s what each new challenge brings me. The magic moment of this now, and then the next one, and then … on and on, making each moment I’m experiencing the most incredible experience imaginable — right NOW. Why would I want to miss this next opportunity to grow, and learn from it, by wasting my energy being pissed off, or scared, or dis-spirited about it? That’s … like, totally unspiritual my friend!

I tried to impart this concept to my teenage-girls-in-prison yoga-and-meditation students in the book I’m soon to release (soon I’ll be announcing it’s available on Amazon!). To accept even what might seem “bad” as “the hand that’s been dealt me” … and find comfort in the moment before you, no matter what.

Right now I’ve unwound all the tangled knots that arose in the course of getting my next book published (yes, it’s an indie-venture). Many more hurdles appeared than I could ever have forecasted. Gee, does that sound like … life? We start off doing something, even something as simple as deciding to go somewhere, and suddenly we find ourselves in the middle of an imbroglio, a cluster-fuck (excuse my French, but that’s the only description for life’s endless messed-up complications, always arising unexpectedly, like the clover-leaf highway with ten major routes converging upon us suddenly that we’re supposed to navigate … upon first glance!).

lost in the canyons of life's dilemmas

lost in the canyons of life’s dilemmas

When I get overwhelmed, I go within. Instead of letting my emotions rule the hand I’ve been dealt in life’s “game” — which I know from experience only worsens things — I allow my consciousness to sink into my heart, follow my breath, and go as far from my all-is-misery thinking state as I possibly can. Yes, this can be called meditation but it’s also just “not buying into the BS” of each disturbance in life.

I know that with every situation there’s always more that’s not been revealed. “There’s more to life that what meets the eye,” is a spiritual axiom that can be applied to every single event that arises in life.

I also know, for a fact, that people love drama. The news media, entertainers, and certainly advertisers know what the buying consumers want. Drama. People don’t click on “happy news.” They want Excitement! Drama! Conflict! So for those of us who can see that the majority of our entire modern species is addicted to drama, and will do anything they can to keep it in high angst-gear, it’s a case of accepting that our message of Love, Compassion, Acceptance is simply not … going to be as easy to disseminate, as popular, as mainstream as fear is.

But that doesn’t stop us, none of us who are in the “Positive Thought Tribe.” We are countless souls, spreading the good news that we humans are aleady beyond the tipping point of humanity’s mass-transformation, from low-level thinking to the next, higher, Better-me level. Believe this. This is not fake news. This is fact.

There’s nothing anyone can do to stop this trend, the spiritualization of humankind! Our tribe’s positive voice is becoming stronger, more mainstream, more discernible among the racket and hullabaloo rippling off the latest drama-fueled headlines. We’re celebrating! Those of us who participate in spreading the positive ideas of

  • Mindfulness
  • Conscious-living
  • Meditation
  • Self-realization (Self-awareness)
  • Compassion
  • Body-Mind-Spirit modalities
  • Eastern thought
  • Integral medicine, sports, modern life of all sorts of fonts of wellness

… people like us (millions, if not billions by this writing) practice the state of staying in the NOW, the magic moment of this Presence before us, as much as we can. Some of us have been practicing a long time, others are just discovering this incredible way of heightened-consciousness living. It’s safe. It promotes happiness even when uncomfortable things are happening all around us. It’s the sure source of all creative solutions that will arise from individuals like you and me, or the kid who’s just in grade school now, the next Elon Musk; or the yet un-borns, that will help us evolve to the true state of our humanhood.

One day in the near future we’ll be able to call ourselves not homo sapiens … but homo spiritus. Trust me, this time is at hand. Right NOW we are in the Kali Yuga (a time in human history mentioned in yogic scriptures, when darkness heralds the time of eventual en-Lightenment of our species).

We are evolving. Right now. Many of us are committed to being voices of this transformative trend. There’s nothing anyone can do about it. Fears and anxieties are forcing people to experience the more elevated parts of our human consciousness that have been, collectively, less available, less popular, less acceptable until now. And why?

Because the fear factor of current times has pushed us here, to the very precipice of change. For all people who are filled with fears (as the teenage girl is next door) — they have a choice. Believe that life is more than what appears to the eye. Or … be frozen in your own made-up fears.

So … please … have no more fear! It’s so unproductive. Such a waste of energy. Do not despair. Whatever you may think is terrible, is just exactly what we need, what you need, what we all need, in order to urge all of us to embrace the higher way of thinking, believing, living. And that is called “higher consciousness. Presence. Mindfulness, etc. etc.” Anyone locked in anger or turmoil is not eligible to experience loving kindness and compassion. What’s your choice?

In this more relaxed, more fruitful manner of living, called Presence by the great teacher Eckhart Tolle, creative solutions will arise. No solutions will arise when our minds and hearts are locked in fear and angst. Fear is a negative cell-block around our creative energies. We’re stuck in lower consciousness when we allow fear, worry, despair, disappointment or sadness to rule our lives.

This is the theme of my book “in the ‘I’ … easing through Life-storms” that I’ll be sharing more about in the coming weeks.


The difficulties of getting this book into final publication form are now over. I’m soon to send out to my pre-publication readers the official PDF copy of the book that will be formally published, in just a few short weeks (barring anymore hurricanes or life-storms that disrupted our previous schedule!).

If you want to know more about my books, or art, be sure to sign onto my info-list. At my site, the “mothership” tezalord.com there will be a pop-up asking if you want to join my tribe of positive thinkers. I hope you will join us. Our efforts need all the help they can get.

I also hope you let go of any negative feelings you might be holding too tightly to your heart during this challenging time we’re all going through here on Earth. People’s perceptions about positive opportunities before us are waking up en masse, and it’s about time! It’s never too late! Don’t believe any naysayers who try to dish out any negative garbage. It’s not too late for us to help the environment, or for enlightened leaders to help us move forward, as a family of humankind. What’s happening in the political arena is like a push off the cliff for many. If people haven’t started waking up, with all that’s going on in that arena … it’s because their denial is so thick, and so comfortable, that they will stew in their misery while the rest of us who are polishing our wings … will jump off the cliff of despair and … soar upward to FLY HIGH!

The consciousness of humanity is awakening in a never-before experienced wave of Love and Compassion. I know you are aware of this, because you’re reading this. Spread the word. Live for Love. Don’t let fear hold any reservations in your mind or heart.

Join the Army of Love.

Love is the weapon of Mass Illumination.

Oh, and there was no intruder across the street. Of course not. The machine-gun drawn officer silently slipped away, as he arrived. Isn’t it nice, though, to know that protection is so close at hand as a call to 911? Even though the snake in the grass most often turns out to be … “only a piece of rope.”

Love to you all, your pal LordFlea, aka teZa




Doing Time Doing Me, Myself, I

Hi Friend!

Well, we got hit by another hurricane, this time Irascible Irma. Many people from our little seaside town chose to evacuate, but many of us stayed. As it turned out, the storm, as cyclones tend to do, kept changing course. So instead of getting hit directly as the TV weather station maniacally predicted, my smartphone’s app (iHurricane) told me exactly where that bitch Irma was, at all times. And I knew how she’d changed her mind and was heading for … exactly where many people had originally evacuated for, the opposite side of our state.

My hurricane-smart consort Carter and I boarded up for Irma, as we got somewhere around 70 mph winds. We will keep our big glass window-doors boarded up till the end of this hurricane season, at the end of November. We know how it goes. Some years, global warming or not, are real bitches, when it comes to storms. This has been happening for as long as I’ve chosen to live in warmer areas. Back in the 70s when I lived in the Caribbean, it was the same story, back-to-back killer-hurricanes, that wiped out both islands I happened to be living on and working from, Dominica (which got wiped out this year as well, with Maria) and the Dominican Republic.

Which brings me to … the subject of my post today … staying calm in the worst situation imaginable, the subject of my literary nonfiction book … “in the I … easing through life-storms” … whose publication date is imminent!


My nonfiction book is soon available for the public! Stay tuned for more info. I’m looking for advanced readers (willing to post an Amazon review within a certain time period). If you’re a fan of LordFlea and would like to help spread the word of this GREAT READ, the true story of me teaching yoga and meditation to distressed juvies in lockup — please contact me. dearlordflea@gmail.com thanks.

Here’s a quickie peek at what my soon-published nonfiction narrative reads like. I’ll post more excerpts in the weeks to come. (I have plenty of other subjects to share about, but am busy with the pre-publication marketing, PR stuff, so I’ll keep my subject to this for now.

Spread the Word: LOVE

from my heart to yours … help spread the WORD!

The girls shuffle into the dimly lit classroom. Only those who’ve been here before have anticipation inscribed on their faces. The others wear downturned mouths, furrowed brows, fear-filled eyes. They push and shove each other like toddlers.

I am their volunteer yoga teacher, and they are teenage girls who’ve been sentenced to jail terms varying from nine to eighteen months, for crimes I never ask about. Sometimes they want to share about it in our opening circle.

“Here, we’re all equal,” I say and look around to the twelve who’d signed up for class that Thursday, the day I drive each week two hours back and forth from my central Florida home to their facility, deep in the heart of rolling green cattle country.

“You keep saying that, Miss, but I don’t believe you,” Alex says, her jet coal eyes sparkling with the same curiosity that keeps her coming back. Months earlier Alex shared that she used to be a cutter, as a lot of other girls are in state-run juvie detention. Alex is one of the regulars. I’m hopeful for her new life on the Outs, because she’s soon to be released.

“Believe it,” I say. “I used to be a bad-girl just like you guys. But then—I decided to change. I had to get sober first. That’s why I’m here today, to show you how I did it. Learning to still my monkey-mind, like doing a yoga pose teaches us, is the highest high I’ve ever known. I once wanted to die, like you all did, too. Why else did we do the stupid stuff we did?”

The rumbles around the circle tell me they get it. They know.

“That’s why I’m here. I come to show you how I’ve changed, so you can. Otherwise, you might keep doing the dumb things that got you here in the slammer.”

Heads nod all around me.


Each week I arrive at the triple-locked, high-security youth prison that houses fifty-two repeat offenders, adjudicated by the courts. Some have been my yoga-girls since they started serving their sentences. Whenever there’s a new girl, like Alice is today, I give the same spiel. The more seasoned yoga-girls never grow tired of hearing it.

“I’m just like you,” I say. “Only I didn’t get caught as young as you guys are. I was an addict and a criminal too. I spent time in prison, like you. Only mine was worse: it was a snake pit dungeon on a third world Caribbean island.”

I notice the girls sitting up straighter. Their cross-legged postures appear electrified after hearing that the regular-looking, middle-aged lady in front of them—a mother of two, a contributing member of society—admit to being … just like them.

“I was hell bent on dying, like you were. My family was troubled, like a lot of yours are.”

“My mom’s a pill head,” Lashonda sadly admits.

“My mom’s never home, and I never met my dad,” Beth murmurs.

“My dad’s serving time,” LouAnn says.

“I’m sorry, girls. We all get the hand we’re dealt for a reason. But trust me—just as lousy as you feel the hand you got is, if you want, just like that! (here I snap my fingers)—you can change it!”

Ursula, the director of the Academy of Bowling Green (ABG) greeted me the year before when I first arrived, with a big hug, saying, “I knew you’d come. I’ve prayed you up myself.”

I’d come to a point in my life where I felt compelled to call the Girl Scouts of America and tell them, “I want to help the baddest, the worse-off, most forgotten girls. The ones everybody else has given up on.” The Girl Scouts sponsored me and I chose ABG, where the most aggressive, heavily tattooed gang girls in the state were sent.

Ursula had told me, “We’ll call your yoga and meditation class, Self-Empowerment for state-funding purposes.”

As soon as the girls arrive who’d signed up that week for class, we start our deep breathing exercise, and instantaneously their inner-awfulness dissipates. Then, we briefly talk in a sharing circle about whatever bothers them. Only then we do the poses, some easy, some challenging. We always end with a guided meditation, the girls’ favorite. By now, the regular yoga-girls are practically teaching the class without my guidance.


Today’s class is different.

A major storm is on its way. The weather bureau says Hurricane Charlie will strike Cuba tonight, and hit the Gulf of Mexico coast early Friday morning. Everyone in the state is in high alert of what tomorrow might bring.

I ask the girls to listen carefully. “We’re expecting something that might terrify some of you. Going through a hurricane, especially if you happen to be close to its center, its eye, is like going through any other major challenge in real life. So tomorrow, instead of feeling scared, you can choose to do like we practice here—follow your breath and go inside your inner being, inside your true self. There, you’ll always feel safe.

“Just like we do in class, starting with our focused breathing. And how we concentrate our energies on maintaining a steady pose. And—your favorite—trusting that still place we go to, inside your own quieted-down mind.”

Shanda asked, “You mean going through the storm tomorrow will be like doing yoga, Miss?”

I nod my head. “There’s nothing to worry about, girls. Miss Ursula herself oversaw the work when this building was remodeled. She knows it’s as hurricane-proof as Fort Knox. Once you know your shelter is safe, all that’s necessary to go through a major storm, like tomorrow’s is shaping up to be—is to stay centered within yourself. Inside your calm, peaceful self. Like we practice in class.

“The power might go off. August in Florida is hot enough, so you guys might be really uncomfortable, I’m not going to lie. But being prepared—knowing what’s coming—is better than being surprised. The wind will howl like an army of witches outside. But if you’re prepared, you can easily accept anything that comes.”

For the rest of the class as we bend and twist, I keep reminding them:

“Think of your own body as if it were this brick and mortar facility you’re in. Your body is just like this trustworthy place. It’s a good place to feel safe inside of. Trust that you’re strong enough to take whatever comes, any day.”

As we do the poses, Alex is quiet, as usual. Her dark eyes follow me while I walk around the room, making adjustments. Later, when she’s in the exiting line with the rest of the girls, she hangs back a bit.

“Miss, I’m scared to go home. It’s just two weeks away. At home, my mom still uses, and my brothers beat on me. And sometimes they try other things. You know, bad things. I’m afraid to leave ABG. It’s been my home for so long. What should I do, Miss? I want to be free! Especially since I’ve got the high of meditation and yoga instead of drugs and bad choices to start my new life with. But what can I do to not be so afraid?”

I take a deep breath. “Alex, I know how you feel. I’ve been there myself. You’re lucky, because you’ve already got a lot of sobriety under your belt. You’ll go to lots of recovery meetings, won’t you?”

She nods her head adamantly.

“Let me talk to Miss Ursula. Maybe she knows of a halfway house you can live in, until you feel more capable. Would you like that?”

“Oh yes, Miss!” Alex’s eyes sparkle like black diamonds. “I wouldn’t be so worried then, about what might happen at home.”

The next day the monster storm crept closer to ABG. I could hardly believe what I saw, sitting with my family watching the TV screen, as Charlie’s deadly eye roared right toward the girls! I imagined them huddling all together in the safest area of their strong facility. The announcer said the hurricane’s very center would directly—and imminently!—hit ABG’s miniscule pinpoint of a one stoplight-town. The impossible … was happening! All I could do was send everyone at ABG my comforting thoughts, surround them with my love, for protection. Just like I did with the tall oaks that stood like twin sentries around my home.

Before every tropical storm, a frequent occurrence in this part of the country, I go outside to silently stand in front of my sturdy tall trees. I extend my arms and send energy to my arboreal friends, requesting they stay erect, supple, and not topple over in the crushing wind that soon will test their mettle.

That Friday, when Charlie’s eye tore its destructive path across the middle of Florida, I’d find out later, the girls at ABG did more than expected. They were cooperative, even-tempered, uncharacteristically accepting. Not a single girl went into hysterics. No one had to have a take-down, a many-person procedure used to calm a berserk individual in detention, before hysteria can spread.

I was happy to hear that my yoga-girls were among the most peaceful of ABG’s huddled bunch of inmates and guards. While marauding troops of wind-demons screeched outside, everyone clung to each other. Big trees crashed and roofs flew off all around them—but ABG remained untouched. Just as Miss Ursula said it would.

When I arrived the next Thursday, Alex greeted me with exciting news.

“Miss Ursula found a half-way house for me to stay in for as long as I need to, when I’m released next week, Miss!”

My chest pounded, for so many reasons.

Many had helped me find my way to an honest, fresh-start after I’d crashed and burned. Now it was my turn to help guide girls like Alex, to morph into being useful citizens. I looked into Alex’s midnight eyes. Helping at-risk youth like her made me feel a better person, helped me love myself a bit more, too. Sharing with such beautiful souls like she and Lakeesha, Katie, TraySea, Sha’Ron, Tiffany, Jessica—even the non yoga-girls too shy or close-minded to try a class—helped heal the bruise still aching inside me, from having done harm to myself so long before.

However a person learns to do it, being empowered helped the girls accept that the outer imprisonment of their circumstances can never stop them from feeling real peace, inside.

Book of teZ

Ask mySelf, “How Am I Doing?

getting help with handstand

with each body movement, be aware!

I love picking a different theme for the weekly Santosha (contentment!) yoga class I teach at Discovery Yoga in St. Augustine. It inspires me to write a post about the subject, here on LordFlea. This past week I chose “Self Inquiry” and during our class we already explored how this topic applies to when we’re doing a yoga practice. I’ll share a little about that, and our next post will be … how to use Self-inquiry to deepen our spiritual practice.

First … in hatha yoga (the general all-encompassing Sanskrit term for the physical side of yoga, including positions (asanas) and anything related to body wellness … it’s extremely helpful to always ask our Self whenever we get into a position, “How Am I Doing?”

The reason I use the capital “S” Self for this question, is because most folks who aren’t already in a state of awakened consciousness don’t bother asking themselves the question, “How am I doing?” If I were to ask someone who’s not yet interested in awakening their spiritual side, the question would be more like, “How are you feeling today? Are you interested in getting to know that higher Self of yours, that you keep hearing about in the mindfulness world? Or are you happy staying in your little self, safe and … well, in denial of your higher spiritual side — your Self?”

A person who has not yet asked themselves the question: “What is the difference between my little self and my so-called higher Self?” might want to start right now. Let’s apply this question specifically to … how we’re sitting (or standing if you happen to be). Because I’m talking about using this Self-inquiry in a yoga class, we can start with the position your body is in right now when you’re reading it. Even if you’re sitting at your computer, or riding a bus.

An aware and awake person (their higher Self, that is) is conscious of many things. The more we open our consciousness, our awareness, to what’s around us, the more details and nuances of life become accessible. So let’s focus on our body’s position. That’s easy, and it’s fun! If you’re sitting (or reading) take a moment as you read this and check these things:

  • is your spine straight?
  • is your neck aligned with the spine (not too far forward or backward?
  • are you breathing through your nose? If not, close your mouth, please.
  • are your opened eyes resting on one spot? (please stop reading for a second, and do this now, thanks)
  • is your core engaged, or not? look below for how to engage the core, anytime!

I like to teach basic yogic principles, even to a first-timer. Here’s how I’ve come to make it easy to remember.

LordFlea’s (teZa’s) ABCDs of an aware and awakened yoga approach to the physical practice of hatha yoga:

  • Always, I suggest a student remembers their
  • Breath, their
  • Core (the inner lock called the mulabandha, engaged or ready-to-be) and their
  • Drishti, the easy focus of the eyes and a relaxed, pleasant-looking smile

If we focus on these simple things in any pose, we will benefit much more from each and every thing our bodies are tasked to do. So, let’s start with our position right now, shall we?

If you’re sitting, Always remember to focus on your Breath. You can do this in-between your tasks, or as a constant walking-meditation. Once you focus on your breath you won’t be wasting time on day-dreaming, worry, guilt, or any worthless waste of precious energy, not to mention time.

Next, think about your Core. Whether you’re sitting or standing right now, squeeze that inner lock right now! Go ahead, give it a squeeze! (to engage the “inner core, the true core of every person, pretend you have to pee really badly, but you have to hold it till later. That’s right! Go ahead! You know how to engage those muscles deep inside that no one but you knows you’re engaging. Yes, that is the mula (root) bandha (lock) that we use in yoga to stabalize any pose. Without this internal lock, balance especially is next to impossible. With some poses the core is not engaged. Awareness makes us know when to engage our core, or relax it. 

Next, where are your eyes’ looking? Well that’s easy if you’re reading this. But when you’re not reading ask yourself, “Am I looking all around” and if you are, DON’T (unless walking in dangerous neighborhoods when you need eyes on the back of your head). Having your eyes focused on one exact spot is called the Drishti. Having a pleasant expression on the face is part of a yogi’s drishti, our outward facial appearance.

It’s a good way to nurture being in a better mood, to keep a little “buddha smile” on your face. Fake it till you make it. It works! If you “fake a smile” you will let go of feeling out of sorts. Try it.


Iyengar’s drishti … OmGuru!

Okay, getting back to Self-inquiry in a pose. You are standing or sitting, and you check that you’re aware of your breathing, and your core is either engaged or ready to be, upon need — and your drishti is nice and easy: eyes focused, lips gently upturned. Now … you check what’s happening with your spine.

It it aligned, not slouched or bent, and you remember the neck is the spine’s extension, nice and easy, it’s floating above the column of stacked vertebrae. And now, what about your arms? Are they engaged, or loose? If you’re carrying something, are you balanced? Not too much on left or right side? Distribute and re-adjust your body’s weight according to what you discover. Now be aware of your legs. Are your leg muscles engaged, or are you loose? Whichever you are, be “aware” of it! This body-mind exercise increases awareness in all other respects as well as posture-consciousness.

We start with the body, to gain awareness of greater things.

This is Self-inquiry … first to be applied to how our body is doing. At any given moment, especially before you go to sleep, ask yourself, “Am I in a good, healthy position?” Ask and your answer is, no, then make adjustments. Sometimes it’s simply a small movement of an inch or two. Or a hand turning outward instead of inward (the sign of rounded shoulders is hands that face backward, a real no-no for proper spinal alignment). You might want to engage your core, so that you have better balance (especially if you’re riding a bus or subway standing up).

Next post we’ll discuss how to apply Self-inquiry to our internal state, our psychological and spiritual well-being. Until then, make every attempt to be more aware of how your Body is doing by … asking yourSelf these simple questions.

Leave me a note and tell me how this post makes you FEEL. I love hearing from you! And visit my main site tezalord.com to sign up for my mailing list.

Love All Ways,

LordFlea aka teZa

Ahhhhh, “I Understand …”

The 4th chakra, the heart region

The seven chakras

We’ve been journeying together up the different levels of human consciousness, step by step. From the very first awareness of being alive, the 1st chakra … when we’re aware of our breath, and the basic ways we take care of ourselves (eating, protecting from the elements, etc.). Then comes the arising awareness of our urge for creativity (both procreative and spiritual) which is the 2nd chakra energy. Next we become aware of, when we embrace our own Power, the 3rd chakra energy being utilized fully. Then, our Big Heart region expands and we feel love for all, starting with our own Self: this is 4th chakra awareness. Now comes our throat region opening, the 5th chakra and after this energy-center’s opening. we can only speak and serve that which is “Truth.” Each of us gets to explore what, exactly, our own “Truth” is. And, in LordFlea’s last post we discussed how it is when we arrive at the 6th chakra, the Third Eye.

The more we allow our “Eye of God” (our 6th chakra energy-center) to open, through accepting that we are One — we become familiar with the sublime state of Oneness, also known as bliss. Or, in yogic terminology: awareness of Oneness is Satchidananda (see last post for a detailed explanation of this Sanskrit word). Some of us, mostly seekers, people who have come to accept that “something more than what we can see is going on here in life,” accept this state of Oneness when they experience it, usually in meditation. Oneness is more than a “state of mind.” Some people deny Oneness, or go through their life not believing this mind-set, expansion of perception is possible. Oneness really is a “state of being” — the sensation, or actual experiential knowledge — that everything in existence is connected energetically, through consciousness.

The more a person accepts that we are ONE, tests it, revels in its glorious ubiquity, the more a person is allowing their energy field to become transparent, and … in time for some, yet for other people, one lightning-strike of awareness is all it takes to become immersed in this state of Oneness (that has no second). This spontaneous kind of awakening, of the spiritual awakening, when the veils of denial are ripped aside and Truth is revealed — is called a Kundalini awakening. It can happen at anytime during a person’s life, but always occurs, like clockwork, at adolescence. Not nurtured, the spiritual urge goes back dormant, where it lies until awakened again. Hopefully, before a person’s final moments here on Earth.

we are ONE

allow our Kundalini energy to arise up to … embracing that … we are ONE

Oneness, my friends, is the state of experiencing there is no separation between anything. Oneness is the condition that naturally happens when we allow our spiritual energy to arise (“spiritualizing” our lower chakras) and work its purifying magic in all the chakras, up to the 7th chakra. The more we visit the 6th chakra, the more we are likely to glimpse the magnificence of the 7th. The 7th chakra is the level of perception of totally understanding we are ONE even when we’re in our so-called “normal” everyday state of consciousness.

In ot6her words, we can feel Oneness when we drive our car, shop in the grocery store, or feed our kids when we have become familiar with 6th chakra energy, and it has become a part of our “normal” consciousness. This is how the 7th chakra Oneness awareness can work in everyday life.

holding the Light

holding the Light of Oneness in our mind’s eye focus

Most people, myself included, have no desire to be in the state of All-Oneness continually. It’s too much! It’s too — too much! A continual state of immersion in Oneness simply doesn’t “fit” well with a family’s demands, most people’s work-necessities, and most of everyone’s modern, so-busy, multi-tasking responsibilities. But some people can manage to function in the “busy world” and still cultivate this state, pretty remarkable, but they do. Usually, it happens to parents after the kids have flown the nest, or after a person’s work-goals have been dealt with. My father-in-law, a successful businessman, chose to remain in the state of Oneness continually in the years before he died. He was then in his nineties.

In yogic scriptures, this 7th chakra state is called Samadhi. This heightened level of perception is all-clear, all-seeing, all-knowing: it’s true understanding. Not the superficial “I know” stuff.

When a person says, “I know, I know,” don’t you usually find out that person is, well, a know-it-all? That they really “think” they know, but … do they? In actuality, I’ve found in my experiences that this kind of person is so filled with their particular idea of “knowing” that they really don’t know at all. They just want you to think they do.

My teacher(s) all say the same regarding spiritual awareness.

“Those who (say or think they) know, don’t know. Those who don’t know … know.”

This is a very common aphorism used by spiritual teachers. I believe it originates from a certain Vedantic sutra, but don’t ask me from which of the Vedas because I don’t know. When I first heard this saying I was stunned, and thought, “Wha…??” I simply didn’t get it. But as time went on, and I kept returning to the ancient teachings (from where this saying originates) … I got it! As one of my teacher explained (I’m paraphrasing here):

“When we stay in the deep peace of our inner self, we are connected to the all-present Self that is everywhere, and everything. There is no longer any separation. No right or wrong, no good or evil. There simply is … Beingness. A person who thinks they know what is right or wrong is coming from their own judgement. Their life-values might be entirely different from yours, or that person’s over there. So, spiritually speaking, any person who says ‘I know’ is only demonstrating what they don’t understand, because a truly understanding gesture would be for a person to say, ‘I want to know more.’ There is always more to know. More to grasp. More to include in the total picture.”

Whenever I meet people who claim they have answers, the kind who make proclamations instead of asking more questions about the situation, I run in the opposite direction. The hasty remark, “I know,” we all know, only stops a conversation short. Here’s how I remember what my main teacher said about this, again paraphrasing.

“To know, is to deeply understand something. There are so many levels of understanding, that for one to honestly say, ‘I know,’ about anything, is really one person’s way of cutting another person off, not wanting to know what the other has to offer about that subject. To presume that one’s ‘knowing’ is better than another’s is highly presumptuous. That, my dear Ones, is not knowing at all. That is, in fact, a demonstration of ego-knowing. And this person who thinks she or he knows, knows not.”

Guardian of the Sky, mixed media, 27“x60”

knowing, without truly understanding … is false knowledge

The more we visit the 6th chakra (by meditating, scriptural studies, keeping good company) we learn to think unbiased thoughts, without pre-judgement. This is how we become familiar with the state of “I understand” deep within us. We don’t boast of our understanding aloud, unless we’re asked. Then it’s our duty to help others who have less understanding.

True understanding is a state that leads to pure contentment. Oneness consciousness has no need to boast, no need to be “the best” or “the smartest” or most “popular” or “really spiritual.” The person who happily resides in their 6th and 7th chakras, jumping back and forth from wanting “to see and know as clearly as I can” (the 6th) and “understanding” (the 7th level of awareness) have lives that are filled with contentment.

The mantra “Om” (or Aum to be more Sanskrit-correct) applies to both the 6th and 7th chakras. The color of the “crown chakra” the 7th, is usually described as clear lavender, blue purple, or sparkly violet. It emanates from the crown of the head but encircles the entire body, like a flowing waterfall, refreshing, healing, protecting our body’s entire aura — reaching outward for several feet from our physical selves. I prefer to describe the color that appears in “my mind’s eye” when deep in meditation, as either complete nothingness … which is not “solid” black but motion-filled, energized, shimmering shades of pewter luminescence.

In my experience, I “internally see” sparkles that bubble up from my inner Self, like the way an amethyst crystal throws off combined Clear White Light & Brilliant Lavender-y sparkles. Yes, that’s more of what it feels like to me, when I visit the state of Samadhi (which is the goal of deep meditation, by the way).

we are One

everyone experience Oneness differently

The rare person who resides in their 7th chakra at all times usually has a support system around them to attend to worldly matters such as eating, paying the rent, driving the kids to school, etc. Or … they have chosen to live away from the stimulus (and demands!) of the world. There are great teachers who are blessed to be surrounded by adoring students and caretakers who do all that’s needed for them, so their energies can be devoted purely to spiritual matters. Such is the case of great spiritual teachers today, the same custom its been throughout human history’s yearning to know Spirit.

In my experiences I’ve met only a few individuals who, in my humble opinion, truly live in the state of Oneness consciousness all the time. At least the times I’ve been around “enlightened” teachers. Only one teacher (out of those I’ve studied with for extended periods of time) exhibited this trait of seeing-God-in-All consistently.

From what I’ve seen of the Dalai Lama, only on screens, he appears to also be in this state, which I, and many others, call “sainthood.” I appreciate these people, these great beings. I’m glad they are here to help us all; teaching us who are bungling our ways through the maya of earthly conflict and confusion. Many of us wish to be as happy as we can, here on our challenged, toxic planet Earth. But for me, I’m happy to once in a while visit this state of deep meditation, the 7th chakra, every now and then. I have no desire to reside all the time in the highest state of samadhi. I have no desire to be a teacher. I am happy being an artist who writes.

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my role in life is to share my spiritual journey via verse n’ vision

By the way, in yogic tradition, when someone dies we do not say “He died.” We say, instead, “He took mahasamadhi: maha (the highest) samadhi (the state of Oneness.” Isn’t that a wonderful way of putting death? Truly, when we die our spirit returns to that state of Oneness (Spirit IT-self) from which we came when we were born. I know this from my personal experiences (We Are ONE, my book for more). Our spirits get “recycled” so to speak. When I first heard this philosophy (reincarnation in a nutshell), this is the main reason I instantly fell in love with the yogic way of life. It suits me. It makes me smile, and for me, incorporating in my Western life the concepts of Eastern mysticism, the yogic way … makes sense.

I hope you’ve enjoyed our journey up from the 1st to here, the highest state of awareness, the 7th chakra.

Drop me a note below and tell me how what we’ve shared these past weeks makes you feel. Or this post, today! Have you taken the time, lately, to examine your “own life” and … discovered where on the ever-upward journey of awareness, you are? If you haven’t, why don’t you take a few moment now, out of your busy day … or later, and reflect upon this question. I’d love to hear from you. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.

Self-inquiry is an excellent topic … for our next post together!

Love All Ways,

LordFlea aka teZa Lord