Going With the Flow, Literally

January 17, 2019Leave a comment

So much activity with humans, with all of Nature!

Ahhhh, everything changes so quickly!

We all know this. Some, freak out with the changes, how fast they happen, how radically different things become, sometimes, literally, overnight! Some people … drop dead! Others, like me this morning, have a shock that we have to accept or … we’re not ever going to be able to cope. (A woman I was trying to “help” has isolated herself, locking herself away, and my consort and I literally had to bang her door down.) Other ways that life’s changes thrust themselves upon us are simpler: like, when you go to your online banking and SEE, Yikes! that the entire “look” and “way” of interacting has changed! And you have to figure it out, in like, two seconds! so you can pay your utility bill and still get to work on time.

When big changes happen, they tend to take the wind out of our sails. For some of us, we’ve been through so many knock-downs, that we’re better prepared to deal with sudden shifts, than others who haven’t had so many heart-shocks.

Yes, time itself is about change.

I learned this early in life, thank goodness, and lucky for me I like change! In fact, I call myself a “change junkie” because I used to be addicted to change so much that I would do things to change, rock my life up, just for the heck of it. New hairdo everyday, new place to live, new boyfriend, new job. Etc. But that was long ago, when I was addicted to less constructive things as I am now. But I still have a different hairdo practically everyday. And I’ve kept this beautiful man, Carter my consort, for over twenty-eight years now. He likes change as much as I do, it appears.

The Flow I’m referring to in today’s post’s title, is how much happier I am after learning to accept “What Is” … not resisting what’s happening all around me. In terms of being a creative person who wants to spread her ideas and stories, and uplifting thoughts to as many people as I possible can, I’ve had to keep up with a lot that people who don’t have the same goals as I do don’t have to. I’m a social media Kali, for instance. I have things to say, so I’m writing and publishing books, a BIG change from being a gallery-exhibiting artist. Communicating with others in today’s world is way different from just ten years ago, when I started writing this blog.

Today’s citizens barely have time to READ!!! And that’s the truth, more and more. The younger generation listens to sound bites, mostly. Even my dentist (I love Dr. Frank Diaz!), who lives only a 15 minute drive (or less) from his office … LISTENS TO A PODCAST on his way to work each day. Isn’t that amazing!! But Dr. Frank is typical of most busy people these days.

Reading has become, for the average person, passe. Books are practically antiquated relics from a bygone past. Or delegated to the overly-intellectual. Or a romance-deprived individual, or zombie-obsessed, insatiable mystery buff. Hardly anybody — excepting the home-bound, infirm, or zen meditators hunkered down in their insulated-from-the-crazy-world-around-them caves — have the inclination or TIME to READ anymore.

Well, you do. You who are reading this post. So I congratulate you! Because reading is good. Reading is the mellowest way to connect deeply, really deeply with a subject. You can relish a word, a phrase, an idea, over and over, at your leisure. There’s nothing quite as rewarding as when I find a really good book, one whose story or subject forces me to engage in it for not just an hour, not just a couple hours, but often days, weeks, sometimes months.

Books by Mickey Singer, Deepak Chopra, Eckhart Tolle, Paulo Cuelho … dive into them deeply

Like Carl Sagan’s textbook-like treatise from 1994, “Pale Blue Dot” that has me enraptured at the moment. It’s subtitle is even more fascinating: “A Vision of the Human Future in Space.” Or the novel I just finished, Zadie Smith’s “On Beauty,” a fictional story whose writing tantalized me, but whose premise, I kept telling myself, was … well, just plain weird. And crazy different from my world, which is my taste when I read in depth. Even though some of the characters and their actions were bizarre and uncivil, even, I persevered because the writing put me in a dream-like trance, which a really well crafted book always does to me.

With this said, I’m publicly announcing here my intention to, in the next short time frame, not only publish my next two books BUT to start a podcast of my own.

In the last couple of years I’ve been a guest speaker on 5 different podcasts, all of which gave me the same exact experience of … “I can DO this! This is FUN!” So you’ll be hearing more about when to expect hearing the podcast sometime around spring-early summer, yes, this year, 2019.

Meanwhile, keep the heart strings warm and tingly. Give yourself to Spirit. Watch how life unfolds in the most unpredictable yet meaningful ways — when you let go of trying to control what’s happening. Because, no matter how hard you try, you are NOT in control of what happens here, in your own life, or anywhere else on Earth for that matter. All you have control over, really and truly and honestly, is your own Self. And by that capital “S” in Self I mean the BIG you, the one that knows that Great Spirit, or God, or Presence, or Consciousness, or whatever “Name” you’re comfortable with—is in charge. It’s not until you give yourSelf completely to the fact that you ARE a spiritual being wearing a human skin, that you will know true peace, within and without.

The crazy world will twirl around you, but you can still be quiet and serene, and happy deep within your own Self, if you surrender to the fact that this earthly human life you’re living, is only temporary. The real you, the one that lasts forever, is your soul, your spirit, your true Self.

Keep in touch! I’ll be posting more about the upcoming book(s) as we get nearer to publication.

Be well my friends. With all my love, to each and every one of you,

LordFlea aka teZa Lord

In the Midst of Chaos … a Center of Calm

October 17, 2017October 18, 20171 Comment

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.

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.

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

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

The Bridge, our Opened Heart

July 5, 2017July 5, 2017Leave a comment

Now we’ve raised our awareness up from what every person (with the exception of those in comas, or mentally challenged) is conscious of. A quick review of what “ordinary” people experience:

We ARE — 1st chakra, if we breathe we’re aware

We FEEL — 2nd chakra is knowing that our emotions are “signs” of consciousness, Watch Your Self!

We DO — the 3rd chakra, where our “gut” tells us what’s right, what’s wrong, doesn’t it?

And now … our consciousness has been elevated, and we’ve arrived at the Heart region, where …

We LOVE —

fill yourSelf with LOVE

Love

Ahhh, the Mystery Itself.

This “Love” we’re talking about regarding “consciousness” isn’t romantic love, or love of nation, or loving your favorite sport or car or food. Or even what you love to do when you’re free from obligations. I’m capitalizing “Love” here because, what we’re discussing here in the purest, highest sense of what love means,. Our pure essence, like a newborn child’s, is what we’re referring to as “Love.” This is when our consciousness has risen up to the 4th chakra. “Love” is also what some call “God.” “The Mystery.” The Unknowable. The Ineffable. But, we are talking about it here, so I call it capital-L “Love.”

So … what does it mean, this word, love?

Our Hearts Connected—energized, in Love and Light

The dictionary says love is about passion. Strong affection. Attachment. Enthusiasm. Devotion. Concern for the good of another. To hold dear. Cherish.

These are good words. But words are, unfortunately in many cases, fickle little blobs of ink on the page (or screen) that don’t quite hit the mark. So let me share my experience of when I first became aware of my Heart chakra opening instead. I’ll help explain “Love” by sharing. This is show not tell, by the way. Takes a few words, so be patient.

Before this experience, I thought I knew what “Love” was. But I didn’t. After this happened, I forever afterwards had a different relationship with “Love.” In ALL its many aspects (romantic, humankind-wise, Divine-wise, loving family, pet, ice cream, etc.)

I had just begun my journey on Planet Sober. Meaning, I was finally sober after decades of abusing substances. Coinciding with my swearing off the self-abuse that negative addiction really is, I had become a serious student of a wonderful spiritual teacher. “The teacher arrives when the student Is ready.” This is SO TRUE!

This teacher of mine believed in the ancient method of meditation for the principal way to connect to the highest state available to humankind. For me, I had to agree. If you want to know why, check out my earlier blog posts. After seeking “Highs” everywhere I could, drugs, alcohol, experiences, adventures galore — the highest high I discovered was … right within me, when I was in meditation. I experienced this early in life … but couldn’t stop partying till I was in my mid-thirties. I wasn’t ready yet. Having an opened heart … is a responsibility.

This teacher demonstrated how chanting the ancient names (mantras) of the Divine was the best way to still one’s busy mind, so deep meditation could more easily be achieved. I was just learning how to chant. And how I enjoyed it! Being in a hall surrounded by the forceful, moving power of hundreds, thousands of voices! It was ecstasy like I’d never experienced. And these names of God were …. new to me. Unintelligible, really. Because this was in the ancient language of Sanskrit that we chanted, and my mind had no pre-associations with the sounds, other than their vibrations of sound, going deeper deeper, so deeply into my heart.

Because … if you make a sound (try it) this is where you feel the resonance in your body. The chest cavity. Hold your hands over your heart, and make a long Ahhhhh sound. You’ll feel a reverberation there, as if your sternum was a long-vibrating drum you can feel by touching the outer skin. The heart region is where we vibrate when we sing, or make sustained, low-pitch sounds. Like a cat’s purring, our heart creates a all-consuming vibration through the sound we make with our vocal chords.

In the disciple (very ancient and in many cultures) of chanting, the heart gets stimulated like nothing else can. It feels like a prolonged warm massage, with each long breath-out sustaining a note, and each breath-in (to refill the lungs) allowing another resounding, making the chest cavity vibrate continuously, uninterruptedly. And when you’re surrounded by the sound of so many others, chanting all around you, a person can’t tell where your own sound ends and theirs begins, and visa versa.

spreading the Light...one person at a time

spreading the sound of LOVE, one person at a time

And so I found myself transported, out of usual “self” with the practice of chanting. I felt my very soul vibrating, in unison with countless others. I felt combined with the multitudes of voices all around me. We were separated; women with women; men with men. The reason for that wasn’t obvious at first; but later, I came to understand. Men and women’s voices have completely different vibrations. Men’s are lower, women’s are higher. When, at a later date, I happened to sit among men while doing this sustained chanting, I was affected by the masculine sound. It definitely put me in a different “mood.” I felt agitated. I felt … not balanced (and I’m a very “masculine” type of woman, or as Mick Jagger says, a “girl-boy-girl.”) The sound of voices affects us very strongly, I’m sure you all remember a tear or two that arises when a particular “sound” moves you emotionally.

The event of my heart-opening happened weeks after I’d given myself over to the practice of meditative chanting. No longer was I self-conscious. And because I sat among all women, I never thought about “how do I look, sound, feel about … him?” I was in my element. Safe. Secure. Surrounded with … others very similar to me. Same sex, that is. We also shared the same purpose, in our vocalizing activity. A thousand voices all combined. I could hear the men, too, but they were in a different part of the large hall. And their energy wasn’t challenging me, wasn’t … disrupting my ability to melt among those like me that surrounded me. I truly was part of a mass consciousness. We were merged and become, truly — ONE VOICE.

And then — it happened!

Without realizing what it was, I suddenly found myself stop making a sound,because the energy coming from my heart was so … so …. Overpowering. So Strong! It felt exactly like there was a rusty old iron gate that had been shut tightly over my heart-cavity, for maybe a thousands years. It had been frozen shut, just like oxidized iron does. And now … it was being forced and pried …. OPEN … by invisible hands. Slowly, sweetly but yes, painfully because my heart had been stuck SHUT for eons. It felt as if the hands of God were reaching into my deep inner self and taking His/Her/Its two hands to pry open that rusty gate-heart of mine, ever so slowly. First, with jerking motions, this force; then more, more, more forcefullyl — then — my Heart chakra POPPED wide open! Suddenly. Painlessly. Wide wide wide open. Like floodgates suddenly thrown wide.

Forevermore.

close-hearted folks, i call "rock people"

before, my closed-heart felt like I was a “rock person”

then — I joined the open-minded, open-hearted ones

I was stunned. Love consumed me. I became Love. I was … no longer “me.” Instantly I felt enveloped with the purest sensation I’d ever felt. This Love had no name or personality, or motive, or object or “any thing” attached to it. This Love I was …. is All there is. From that moment, until Now.

Love filled my mind with white diamond light. My body melted and I watched myself becoming this ever-expanding love. The warmth and fullness of my chest spread everywhere. I was one ball of a wholesome, loving heart. Was I chanting anymore? Probably not. Was I pure Love itself, me? Yes. Without a doubt. I can attest that I had become Love itself.

join me, in the Army of Love!

Now this may seem dramatic and surreal. But this is what happened to me. Maybe it’s because the situation was perfect, and the teacher was perfect, and the sounds of chanting set off a vibration, a trigger within me. Who knows? Who cares? An ephiphany aha-thing happened. One I’d been waiting my entire life for this event to happen.

So, my friends, this is what I mean by the Love that emanates from our 4th chakra. We get glimpses of it, here and there. When we’re doing something that raises our energies. When we’re with people that promote our higher understanding. And in innumerable other ways. We always know when we’re in our heart-chakra energy. We feel … indescribably wonderful.

This object-less Love is all-consuming. It might be call unconditional love. It might be called pure compassion. But whatever it is, believe me, you want it! And you can develop it by … chanting, yes. But also by meditating. And … most importantly. Not letting negative thoughts (people, places, things, etc.) exist in your consciousness.

When you are aware of the negative thoughts, then you are also able to say, “I choose not to let those negative things exist within me.” This starts when you become aware of your feelings (the 2nd chakra). But it really kicks in, big time, when your consciousness has risen up to the 4th chakra, and you choose to allow the heart-vibrating energy to … STAY there.

Our CHOICES determine us being happy or unhapppy

For our consciousness to rise up, expand, we have to do self-inquiry. This is work, I won’t lie. The seeker must be aware of our thoughts, and guard the precious gift of awareness— with our life if we have to! You have to say “good bye” to all your negative friends, habits, tendencies if you wish to know the heights of life’s greatest opportunities.

This is the tough part. Violence. Once your heart has been opened, you’ll be so happy you’ll never want to go back the the “old you.” You’ll want to cultivate that open-heart you. Believe me. It will be so obvious when you sink back into your old ways, habits, customs. It’s only human, so don’t beat yourself up. Just be patient with yourself. When you suddenly “feel” bad, choose to stop doing whatever it is that causes it. Just stop. It’s that easy. You’ve just “spotted” that you’ve gone backwards. What to do? Not beat yourself up, that’s for sure. Just shake your shoulders, stand up tall, and take one tiny step forward again. Now you’re back on the path to enlightenment. Yaza Yaza. Easy!

Again, choose to realign your awareness with that open-heart of yours. And choose to not allow yourself to “go back” if you can help it. And when you do, again (you will!) take another deep breath, and re-commit to living in Love. It’s that simple. Just shake your head and tell the “bad demons” that live within us all, to BEHAVE. And be still. Watch your breath. Those inner demons will leave you alone. Because now you are focusing on your breath. You’re on the bridge from lower to higher, better you. Or use your mantra to still those demons. Or … read some inspiring words. Or … hang out with more positive people. Or … read more Lord Flea. Yaza yaza.

I hope this helps. Enjoy our journey together, discovering how consciousness is raised, elevated, cultured. Please tell me your experience with the opening of your heart. Leave a comment here, or write me: dearLordFlea@gmail.com

And remember, I love you!

your pal, lordFlea, aka teZa Lord

We are Much More Similar than Dis–

January 24, 2017January 24, 2017Leave a comment

As human beings, everyone of us has basic similarities. We must breathe air and eat food to stay alive — that’s number 1. Next, some of us crave to propagate, or not. I’m a non-breeder, for the record, but I had fun being a full-time stepparent, calling myself Angel Mom to two very needy children, for whom without my guidance life surely would have been more challenging.

who am I, really? What’s my … role here?

We each have various number 2 traits, after our survival is assured. For me, as an self-acknowledged spiritual soul experiencing this particular human “suit” I wear — my next most important core-value is to experience the heights of what’s possible here on Earth, right here, right now. My life goal has always been to be as HIGH, as happy, as fulfilled, as expanded as I can get. Okay, call me a glutton, a junkie. I admit it. The spiritual connection I’ve discovered within myself, and with all in existence is what flips my Bic, floats my boat — puts me in bliss personified.

Obviously, I don’t “do” politics. Spiritual politics is an oxymoron, let’s be clear. Yes, I vote, but … that’s private, just like sex with my sexy consort Carter, is. I’m into outrageous and all-in, all-stops-barred spirituality, not peripherally. Just like an extreme wilderness skier is with their passion, or a transgender is with their raison d’etre — I am a radical revolutionary who will fight to the death, that’s right! — to spread the value of living in an awakened, aware, all-is-One state of being. This consciousness is All-inclusive, and has no judgment or diss-ing in its agenda. Believe me, I’ve worked hard to get here. And I ain’t about to let go of this outtasite ecstasy that’s the reward, the end result of the journey I’ve been on. It’s a daily workout, this being spiritual, folks! A workout that gives peace, understanding, and acceptance as its guaranteed abs of steel.

let’s work our spiritual-psychic muscles!

Lately lots of my friends are dis— about a lot of things. Dis-gusted. Dis-concerted. Dis-combobulated. And … now, with the political cry of mass dissenters, whose gatherings I herald as our democracy’s treasured right of free speech — they are dismissing the fact that Divine Order might, just might, be more behind what’s happening in society than the current fight in our country between the Reds and Blues, hardcore conservatives and unbending liberals. (We all need to be a little more of what the other guy’s about … and more about that on a later post.)

The way I see it, during these tumultuous times, this is the crisis some of us have needed in order to realize that nothing — absolutely NOTHING — on the outside is ever going to fix a disastrous assessment of what’s happening in the world. So — What Will?

Turning within. Tuning into our universal connection with not only each other — soul-to-soul, heart-to-heart, person-to-person — but also our universal connection with the energy of consciousness that vibrates at a much higher level than when we diss something.

Some call this consciousness of acceptance — the Sacred, others the Divine — still others call it Presence or … simply … Being at Peace with what is.

being at peace with … what is

At this time when so many people feel unease, I invite you to take more seriously your connection to the inner experience of life. Go within. Roam the Divine within your Big Heart. Spend time assessing how similar you are to every single person, even the newly elected President of the US. If you continue focusing on how dis-connected you feel with what is, how dis-avowed you are from what the political leader of a country does, dis-claiming his position as a respectably and legitimately elected official — you are in for a very unpleasant time for the next period of time. I’d say, about four years at least, or more, while he’s in office.

The time of political arguments is over. The presidential election within the States is over. Now is the time to go deep within your own incredible Inner World. That’s where true peace resides. Only there will you find the ability to accept. Going within your heart and letting your soul-Self be in charge, that’s how you can reap the greatest rewards of your humanness. If you cherish the small amount of time you’re allowed here, in your human Being-ness, you just might have a good time if you decide to re-focus from negatives. Unite your own lower with the Higher Self within, forget about so-called social divisiveness. What’s done is done. Put your placards away until next election time. For now, dive into the ever-expanding world that has no boundaries, no differentiation of any kind. This inner world, the Light of positivity, abounds within your own Self. When you choose to dwell on the infinite similarities between all humankind you discover peace within — no matter what happens on the outside.

Let go of your small-minded dis-similarities. Division is only an illusion, it’s not real. The real connection between all humans is our spirit, our expanded consciousness, found in our Big Heart within.

To me, each person I meet is a manifestation of the Divine. That’s right! Even the bad guys & gals, even the crass, the rude, the unholy, even those whom people call despicable or deplorable. Every person has been created by the Divine Force of the Universe. They have as much a role here as do those who people deem wonderful, eloquent, civil, smart, or spiritually evolved. Every single cell in our body has a purpose, too, making our different systems (nervous, respiratory, digestive, etc) work as a cohesive whole, letting our entire body live as an interdependent, healthy unit. All our cells create a Oneness within our own bodies. Why can’t we humans try to see every other person, for better or worse, as another cell in the fabric of our united human society, and allow them to serve their role like you regard (and respect) your own liver cells, your lung cells, your toenail cells?

the ripple effect creates the tipping point

each of us is a cell within the ONE

Even if someone’s role is to irritate the shit out of you — they’re forcing you to become more spiritual or — you feel like you’ll bust! Maybe, ahhhh, maybe that’s their role. To irritate you into — changing! Better to change than to listen to Madonna’s (I’m a fan, but hated her #womensmarch rhetoric) confession of wanting to bomb the White House, or tweet or post on Instagram or Facebook more nauseating nonsense of dis dis dis. Use your limited energies to … Go Within. It’s better to kill your lower neanderthal self than want to someone else, don’t you think? Cultivate your higher Self and rise above the ever-lowering vibration of out-of-season implacable politics. Wean yourself from talking-head TV pundits, your addiction to News, and any other negatives that mess with or destroy your well-earned peace of mind.

I was there once. I wanted to do harm to those who offended me — it was during the Vietnam days. That’s when I left America and traveled the islands of the Caribbean Sea, sailing on boats and climbing volcanic mountains and — after a decade away as a happy ex-pat (and months in a Third World prison as a falsely-accused political prisoner) — I learned how blessed, how very blessed I am, to live in a country that constitutionally allows all people the same rights as the next guy.

A granddaughter of immigrants from Lithuania on my mother’s side, a descendant of Pilgrims on my father’s, as an American I welcome this controversial time now. So what’s after the shock of Trump’s presidency? The dis-cordance abounding now I see as a Great Opportunity. The current dis-sent is sprinkling fertilizer on the garden of enlightenment all Americans, and people globally as well, are being challenged to sow and cultivate, in order to move forward and embrace our race’s evolutionary possibilities. Within each person’s own awakened hearts first, plant a garden of Love and Acceptance. And then … the insights of this higher perception of Oneness permeates all of society. This, then, will be the “political” benefits from our inner realizations — ammo to be used for the next election.

Consciousness is the weapon of mass illumination.

People of our beloved planet Earth! — Now is the time to Wake UP! This life here is not about who wins, who loses, or who’s in control. This time we have here is how connected YOU, yes, I mean YOU! are to the majestic, unlimited power within each and everyone of us, an inner state that’s as real as apple pie. This power resides within your own Being-ness, as consciousness. It’s higher understanding than dissing what you happen to not like.

The exploration of our inner realms is what keeps me inspired and excited, as a person, an artist, and a writer.

Sometimes we need a crash, a SHAKE UP!, a SHOCK! in order to regroup, reframe, refresh our lives.

I hope everyone who reads this is inspired to dive deeply within their own inner selves, and starts to explore their spiritual side. Expand. Embrace the fact that, as a spiritual soul wearing a human “suit” you can have a really astounding experience when you choose to be en-lightened instead of dis-illusioned . You haven’t got forever, y’know. Better get started!

Check back often or see previous posts here on Lord Flea if you want some hints about how to go about spiritualizing your life. Also, read Eckhart Tolle’s “The Power of NOW” and “The New Earth.” And if you wish you can order my meditative artbook “We Are ONE” using the Amazon button here on my blog, on the left sidebar.

Be well my friends! I love each and every one of you! LordFlea aka teZa Lord

Ecstasy 1.0

May 1, 2015May 1, 20151 Comment

Friends,

A week and a half ago I came as close to dying as I’ve ever experienced in life.

Please don’t laugh. For a writer to be T-boned by a garbage-truck sized (big and white) BOOKMOBILE (on a cloudy, everything-is-white-everywhere kind of overclouded day) … this is an omen. This is the SIGN of SIGNs!

THis is what the final crunch looked like, my dear Ones, when I walked away with only a bump.

This kind of near escape makes one stop. STOP! And … feel grateful. I’ve been feeling much more grateful than anything else. Of course there’s some thinking, too. But not nearly as much as just plain singing “thank you Great Spirit for letting me live!!!”

I watch each breath come in, I watch it slowly go out. I check my body. No harm! It’s a miracle. Nothing more, really, than an ordinary EXTRAORDINARY event. A miracle. I am simply grateful to be alive. My faithful 10-year-used Tracker was killed …

… but I was given a reprieve. For at least a little while longer.

In gratitude, in Spirit, in quiet Stillness: This is how I’ve spent these last eleven days since getting CRUNCHED by the big white Bookmobile on our busy, hectic, overcrowded US1, just one minute from my quiet and secluded residence.

To say that I feel there’s more for me to do is an understatement. There’s simply no other reason I was allowed to walk away from that crash unscathed (but for the bump on my noggin where it smashed the side window).

After finding the perfect next car (a perfect LordFlea car: a ’95 RED Jeep Cherokee I found on Craigslist), I dove back into completing my book, which I’ve been working on for the last two years.

This final stage of book-writing is the detailed line-editing that I’m doing with a professional editor. We are preparing for the publication process together. Then, I’m finally ready to show the world my first book, illustrated of course. So I’d like to talk a minute about my work, or for what “thing” I presume my Chief Angel in charge of catastrophic events saved me from dying.

First of all, if I weren’t an artist I’d feel differently about “my work.” Ever since my early youth I’ve felt a connection to making images and stories, sometimes weaving the two together in narrative paintings or descriptive prose. Ten years ago I stopped exhibiting my paintings and sculptures because of a paralysis that struck both my thumbs. Ahhhh, another message from the cosmos … but of what?

That time, when I couldn’t even hold a pen or type a word or do much more artistically than shake a musical instrument — I had the opportunity to re-think where my “work” was going. During my recovery, I had a lot of time to think. As an spiritual communicator who arts, I do a lot of contemplating about the work. My paralyzed thumbs-recovery was long, and gratefully it introduced me to acupuncture and herbs that I chose to do in lieu of the thrice-recommended hand surgery. The diagnosis was tenosinovitis, a fusing of all tendons in both thumbs, drastic! Gently, as my thumbs regained strength, I began putting weight on my hands with simple yoga poses, until … I could stand on my hands as well as resume my love of writing. I could gradually type on a keyboard, which was much less painful than holding brushes or sculpting with my hands.

And thus, I switched my creative work from being predominantly a visual artist to exclusively, a writer.

For the next decade I wrote and wrote and wrote. But always, just when I thought I was ready to publish, something would happen to deter me from going public. My insecurity. That lousy voice we all know that says, “You’re no good; Who cares?” I allowed myself to get discouraged. All me. My success is that I”ve never stopped typing, I”ve kept writing and writing and writing.

But now is another time in my life.

Now — after walking away from what could have been the end, just eleven days ago — is the beginning of a new era.

Now — I won’t let anything or anybody stop me from putting the work I’ve been doing so earnestly all these years, into the public’s view. Instead of just writing I now will publish the work.

Book of teZ

Everything feels very — different — since I came so close to losing my life. This may sound sophomoric, but to me life is certainly a gift, every single breath of it. As I get older, of course, I”m more appreciative of what I’ve been given. Today, I wonder how much more time I’ve got to do what I want, need to do. That thing called death is no longer just an abstract, weird phenomena that only happens to “others.” It came very close, brushing my cheek, bumping me against steel and glass, missing my bones but spilling my blood.

Today I was re-watching one of the most poignant interpretations of this gift called life, or consciousness, that I’ve ever run into.

Yes, I can write much more about how I’m feeling about this gift of life, but let’s let Jill Bolte Taylor’s famous TED talk do it for me, shall we? And if you are one of the few who hasn’t seen “My Stroke of Insight” you are in for an amazing ride, a visceral treat. An intellectual rollar-coaster. This in-tune, animate woman explains, and allows us to feel along with her, the gift of life as seen through the eyes of someone who has come even closer to losing this precious gift than I. And … in the process … because she’s a neuroscientist, a brain researcher, Jill gives us clear proof about what all of our “Work” here on Earth is about.

Because we all count, whether we’re artists, scientists, or a garbage collector. All of our work is similar: we are here to make life better on Earth. To evolve. Consciously. Spiritually.

Some of us learn earlier than others, that we have a choice. The human condition, our individual life, is about tuning into love, compassion, joy — and realizing that we are all ONE. Jill knows. I know. I hope you do, too. If you don’t, you’ll soon learn.

WE ARE ONE

Stay tuned. Stay focused on your breath. Stay in the moment! Be BLISS!!!

Your ever-lovin’ pal, lordflea, aka teZa Lord

Want to BE Happy?

August 6, 2014August 6, 2014Leave a comment

Learn to be Happy just like we Learn to Dance

Wanting to be happy is the ribbon that your gift of true happiness is wrapped up with, this “gifting” done by your own self.

Who would think that wanting something is enough to make IT happen, whatever that “if” is? Wanting is the start. No one becomes enlightened without wanting to be. But for someone who is sick and tired of being sick, tired, and unhappy, confused, angry, etc. etc. — wanting to be happy is the simple, easy, and natural way change occurs. Wanting (not obsessing, mind you, a simple sweet want suffices) is the beginning of the dawning light of awareness. Changing your mind’s negative patterns is a major shift for any unhappy individual’s consciousness. And consciousness, for those who’ve forgotten, or never realized, is the name of the game, NOT our emotions.

In other words, a lover can’t make you happy. Riches and fame either. Only the state of your mind gives you true happiness.

What does this mean? To “want to be happy”?

It means that by focusing on “Happy” one actually causes a disruption to unhappy thoughts, and the mind becomes happy. True! And this happens despite whatever conditions might be happening in one’s life right now. You could be heartbroken, dead broke, unlucky in career, or sick. But if your mind has been “trained” well — that is, it doesn’t whine or act out like an unruly child, or a bad mean dog — then you are on your way to achieving long-lasting, true happiness. Just by thinking about it! Just by wanting it.

I’ve spent the last hour reading from Patanjali’s Yoga Sutra, the classic fifth century Indian text in which the “formula” for enlightenment is spelled out, perhaps for the first time in the history of humanity. Patanjali took concepts from other systems of thoughts before him and wrote in his succinct manner 196 aphorisms (“sayings”) that spell out, step by step, stage by stage, in four short chapters contained in this tiny scripture, a favorite among people who really wish to achieve the highest possible, and during this lifetime right here, right now — not in the next, and not in any fairytale heaven either — the author explains how to still the mind.

In precise instructions for exterior and interior methods of cleansing, each person who wants can devote as much time (or as little) on achieving the stilling of the mind, and thus experience …”that the body and the infinite universe are indivisible.”

We are One, in other words. My favorite mantra of all time!

So for those of you who would like to get started and haven’t time or inclination to read the Yoga Sutra (a collection designed as an aid to lead a person on their quest to achieve enlightenment) here’s the most important one to start off with.

Santosha (a sanskirt word) — CONTENTMENT (Be Happy!)— is the “assignment” Patanjali tells seekers is needed, concerning the physical body’s state, right after he tells people to be clean (to keep the body pure and clean, or saucha in sanskrit)

So, my friends, please remember to ….. Be Happy!

Be patient as you train your thoughts to focus on pleasant thoughts. When you notice you’re thinking about unpleasant things, merely change that thought to something more pleasant. You can do this! It may take practice, but in time you’ll get the hang of it. And … now you’re skipping down the yellow brick road headed right to your reward (to BE happy!).

Learn to be happy, step by step, just like we learn to dance. It’s easy! Please try this simple first step … do NOT let unhappy thoughts linger in your mind. Wipe them out like they are the black plague incarnate. You alone control your mind. No one else does. Only you (your untrained mind, that is, not the “true you” that is pure and happy, and deserves true contentment). Contentment is deep, sustained happiness. It is part of the natural and pure human state of consciousness. Think of your mind as a lake with wind blowing over it, disturbing its surface, making it impossible to see below its surface. This is the disturbed mind. when you train your mind to be still (through meditation, committed and sustained, through time and conditions) your mind settles down like the lake’s surface. Then you see everything below as well as above. This is an archtypal description of “enlightenment.”

Remember: it’s only your badly trained mind that keeps you from feeling content on a continuous basis.

Here’s a great video to get you going, in case you were too busy to watch it above, when you first arrived at my blog. And you can stand up and dance to it, too, if you wish. Dancing will help you be even happier. But … dancing is optional. Stinkin’ thinkin’ ain’t optional. It is a happiness-killer.

Pharrell William’s uplifting “Happy” … will help you change whatever negative thought might try to sneak in and rob you of your well deserved peace and happiness. Let me know how you’re doing, I’d love to hear from you here at Lord Flea Sings.

Sending you blessings and love galore, your pal,

Lordflea, aka teZa Lord

The Magical Dream of Three Bulls

July 30, 2013July 30, 2013Leave a comment

the marvel of Nature

We were walking along the edge of his Florida pasture one day, Bill, my father-in-law and I, taking advantage of another opportunity to talk about life and share each other’s company. I surprised myself that day when, after a young and rambunctious bull hopped the fence right in front of us, I instinctively approached it, not so much from bravery as an automatic reflex. Bill was already in his eighties and I, a mere forty-year-old then, wanted to protect the enfeebled old man, whom I was uncommonly fond of, and would have taken a bullet for, if truth were known.

“Watch out,” Bill said in his droll manner, cautioning me, alert to the unpredictable ways of livestock, especially a young upstart like this rowdy yearling-bull. “He’ll butt you hard if you don’t watch out.”

Wouldn’t you know just as Bill said this, the young bull charged me. But I, propelled by guardian mode, met the chest-high head of cowhide over steel with a double whammy fist right in the middle of the young animal’s eyes. Dazed almost as much as I, the bull shook his head and jumped right back over the fence, joining his four-legged family who stood bedazzled by the young daredevil’s adventure.

From the moment we met I loved Bill. I knew I wanted to marry his son the instant I heard Bill say to his elegant wife, “I must be in heaven, I thought I saw an angel,” when my future mother-in-law waltzed into the room to greet me that day. And it wasn’t he who objected to my bare feet, like she did, nor the fact that I was an artist and an adventurer of sorts. He wasn’t dubious about my mothering skills either, when it came down to whether I had what it takes to raise Carter’s two youngsters he had full custody of after a vicious divorce. This was a blended family we were a-brewing, creating a new dream of different backgrounds and faiths, cultural influences, even politics.

Grampa Bill, after his angel passed on, wasn’t one to let dust settle. Within nine months, at eighty-seven he married an acquaintance, a woman everybody hoped would be a great companion for his golden years. Sadly, she turned out to be an alcoholic and within five years the old man was not only divorced, but taken closer to the poor house by her shiftiness. Instead of finding another angel, Bill had been cornered by a succubus.

I sat with him as he sorted that one out. The trauma sent his mind to the farthest regions of awareness as he dove into the haze of senility.

In the numb twilight of Bill’s recovering from spousal abuse, he awoke one day to feel terribly sad, upset about our son’s debilitating football accident that would leave the seventeen year-old permanently handicapped.

“The worse thing that’s ever happened to our family,” the old man moaned loudly.

He wept that day I sat beside him, quietly talking of our son’s recent injury. Bill then reached into his pocket to grab what he thought was his linen handkerchief, always there. He didn’t realize it, and I said nothing to upset him further, but instead of the hanky he dabbed his flowing tears with a soft, used one-dollar bill.

I remembered hearing one of his daughters insist to the caretaker that he always had to have one in his pocket. “So daddy has some money and still feels he has some control over his life; just a token to help his self esteem,” she’d instructed.

Now, nearing ninety-nine, Bill was waiting for me as I caught the next plane from out west where Carter and I had gone camping. Bill knew – somehow, even at that final stage of the bumpy ride, filled with both joys and ravages that life brings us all – exactly who he wanted at his bedside. Of his four grown children and their spouses, I was the only in-law requested to be present. That’s because Bill was always more to me than just my husband’s dad.

Carter and I had driven out west on a month’s-long celebratory camping jaunt in honor of having successfully raised our kids. The minute the youngest joined his sister, safe and secure in college, we took off cross-country, driving to a new campsite every night, bicycling everywhere we could, cooking delicious food on wood campfires right outside our roomy tent. We were in Montana riding our bikes on the golden hills of the plains where the buffalo used to roam so abundantly, with the endless and eponymous Big Sky above, when we received word that our own old buffalo chief, Bill was on his death bed.

Three days before, Carter and I had ridden our bikes around southwestern South Dakota at Wounded Knee, close to the Lakota Indian Reservation. We were infatuated by the landscape, as foreign to us as if we’d landed on Mars. I leaned my bike against a rock and wandered away on foot from where Carter was intently observing a small animal or chasing some reptile between the hilly mounds and scrubby brush of that arid place.

A few quick strides and I came upon a jaw-dropping sight: an old grey buffalo, lying peacefully in a patch of sunlight. He must have gone off by himself, too, and was enjoying the last of the day’s fading sun. He paid me no attention as I came within ten yards of him and stayed that distance, half hidden by a hilly outcrop. I stood watching, fascinated to get so close to so magnificent a wild beast. He blinked and gazed toward me. I froze and met his eyes. He lifted his massive head back to catch the sun’s warmth, and serenely closed his lids, accepting my closeness.

He was at total rest, as if waiting, willing to embrace the inevitable shadow of the day’s end that was quickly approaching. I couldn’t help but think he might be getting close to pulling his last breath, by how resigned yet expectant he appeared. Immediately I thought of Bill, back home, and how he too, might be savoring his last moments in the gentle sun of life. The buffalo’s strong neck held his proud head high, feeling every morsel of warmth, absorbing it, yet at the same time he seemed to be honoring the disappearance of the bright disk above.

At my respectful distance I stood stick still, fascinated by such regality and noble strength that even in old age, was evidence of this huge animal having been a great leader in his day. As I watched the old buffalo I sensed he was preparing to die. What else could explain how this giant old rogue, now so feeble, so incapable, couldn’t keep up with the rest of his herd? Or why he had found this sunny, isolated spot to nestle in, between craggy rocks, so well hidden that Carter and I hadn’t noticed him when we approached the area earlier on our bikes.

While watching the old bull, his wet and flaring snout held high, his eyes occasionally roaming the horizon – totally aware of me – I saw how solemnly, how bravely he faced the last strong rays of the resting sun. Again, I thought of Bill, our family’s Grampa, and wondered if this ancient bison – not in distress but oblivious, and ready to leave behind that which no longer served his noble pursuits – was a sign that our own family’s chief, back home, was soon to leave his earthly body.

A few days later, in Montana then, we received the call.

Bill waited for Carter to arrive first, and then for me to come the next day, because there was only one seat out of Missoula the day we got the expected news. When Bill saw I had made it, he right away sat up in bed, agile as a trapeze artist, and said, “Oh, you’re here!” and immediately fell back down. Within an hour he lapsed into the in-between shadows of not-here, not-there of his approaching, last sunset.

Our kids were away in college as their Grampa rested in these waning hours of his life’s shine, while Carter, his brother and sisters and I gathered around our family’s old bull, being present for the head of our family’s comfort and ease in this, his glorious and final passage.

I wouldn’t have missed this most important event in Bill’s life, his last rite of passage, just as momentous as his earlier ones must have been. His four children and I stood around his bed, we who loved him so, witnessing Bill’s last breath as we joined hands around our favorite old bull, saying prayers, whispering comforts, saying our good-byes, offering heart-quaking thank yous.

Moments after, there was only stillness from Bill’s suddenly empty form, lying nobly and chief-like, surrounded by his tribe.

Later, alone with the love of my life, the man who shared his father’s great capacity to nurture, to love, I asked Carter in a small voice, “Why do you think Bill wanted me here?”

My own father, with whom I’d had a strained relationship, died twenty years before with me by his side also. Since marrying Carter, Bill had become my surrogate father, my pal, a role model for parenting: an unmatched spiritual mentor. He filled in the chinks of my broken faith in paternal strength, making up for all the misunderstandings and shortcomings of my own father, a troubled man. I could talk to Bill in private about my dreams, and he’d help me understand myself better. His wisdom affirmed how the subconscious affects us all so deeply. Dreams, you see, were Bill’s passion, and while he was a successful businessman, he was also an expert dream interpreter. He encouraged everyone he met to follow their dreams.

Now Carter looked at me and said simply, “Because dad loves you, teZa.”

My heart grew like a balloon pushing against my chest, realizing I was included in this inner circle not by chance, but by life’s many choices that had led us all together.

The Mystery of Life: the Self unveiled

November 13, 2011November 13, 2011Leave a comment

Hi friends,

I’m thinking about why I write/illustrate/maintain Lordflea. This is what’s on my mind today and want to share with you some thoughts.

from my Heart to yours

A lot of blogs are where people talk about what’s happening in their lives. A modern gal raising her family while living on a cattle ranch in Oklahoma (pioneer woman); one offers everything there is to know about a certain subject, from soup to nuts (my fav: yoga dork); another, an often not-so-quiet inside view of a person’s daily routine (iambossy.com). For whatever merits the above blogs have, none of these subjects is quite what i’ve been sharing about here on Lord Flea Sings.

You see, the only thing that matters to me is to document with either art or writing — and also how i focus my everyday actions — depictions of how I “think” the life we all know as “normal” is just the tip of the proverbial reality iceberg. “Things are not what they appear to be” could be a good subtitle of what the blog Lord Flea attempts to do, by sharing events, experiences, insights and proof of how very little we really know about what this life is all about.

Does it matter? To speculate of things others often don’t give a damn about?

Well yes, it does. Everyone has the right to be heard. And just because my opinion may not be the one most popularly held by the masses, for me it is true: We are spiritual beings having a human experience. And guess what? More and more people are waking up to this Fact! This is the true significance of the auspicious date of 2012, by the way, when enough of us seekers (awakened Sun Dancers in Native American terminology) are present here on Earth, creating a “tipping point” scenario when, due to our numbers at the year 2012, ALL of humanity will be influenced by our perceptions, due to the “dominoes theory” (when an action starts, in this case the spiritualization of humankind, all the “dominoes” in close range will be affected because the number of awakened individuals has now reached the level of saturation needed to cause a chain reaction….and the entire world will be transformed!).

the awakening of Gaia

How do i know this is true?

Not because anyone tells me, that’s for certain! So please, don’t believe me just because I say it … that your life is more than what it appears. When you start having experiences, that’s when a person knows what Truth really is. For me, I’ve always wanted to know the “secret” behind what life really is. Just Living has never been enough to satisfy my curiosity. I’ve searched far and wide and — wow! i’ve been given, over and over, experiences that prove beyond a shadow of doubt that “Life” is truly what the Native Americans call “The Mystery.”

We are all interconnected, this much I know. Whether by electromagnetic forces, DNA, or some other form of yet-undetected energy. This Oneness stuff is a reality I’ve felt since childhood. Only, we tend to forget how we felt as children, don’t we? As adults, some of us are interested in re-claiming the pure, simple, undiluted psychic connections that come more easily to less-intellectually and emotionally encumbered beings, the kids.

So, getting to my topic of today’s post, “explaining the Self” … in ancient texts, some of the most revered and oldest on our planet, the way the sages described the “object of life” was to describe the Self, called the Atman in Sanskrit, the language of the Upanishads. The Self is how Atman is translated into English, and no doubt it’s a lousy substitute, but language is a tricky thing for describing things that are, well, indescribable. So we just try our best, don’t we? Especially writers, artists, dancers, musicians who attempt to encapsulate the bliss, transport, and transcendence of humanity.

The Self can be thought of like the common denominator found in all creation. It is pure energy, pure consciousness, but it is not conscious of itself. It is form without form and of all form. It is, in one word, pure Spirit. I guess some can call it “God” but eghads i think that word is too politically/culturally/religiously charged these days to depict anything other than a humanoid-type that tells others how to live. And that ain’t what the Self is.

Sometimes to comprehend a new idea it’s useful to explore its opposite. Think of the Self’s opposite, which is the “small” self, the idea of “me” “I” “personality” “attributes”….and perhaps that helps to describe that the “Big” Self is none of these. The Big Self is a thing’s essence. For humans it’d be what you were before you were born; what you will continue to be once you have left your earthly body. What you are in-between those two other stages of being-ness as well.

Hmmmmm, interesting, eh? Once again, I want to remind you that I’m not a dreamer. This is stuff I’ve experienced. Yup!

Yes, the Self is that part of yourself that you’ve always sensed, and can cultivate as much as you wish, when you shut off your thinking mind, the analytical part of your makeup. Getting to the purity of the Self requires patience, and a willingness to strip yourself naked of all preconceptions. How can you experience the Self? The best, most practical, and always reliable method is by developing a meditation practice. You can learn to meditate by many means, it doesn’t matter which type of meditation you choose. Just do it! The more a person can spend time in the pure consciousness that underlies all thought, the more a person will understand the true secrets of this earthly life. And …. the rewards of pure bliss, understanding, and peace await anyone willing to try meditation. Other methods of tapping the source of being-ness (ritualistically imbibing psychotropic drugs, for instance; or undergoing re-birthing and other forms of metaphysical healing) are not reliable and their effects totally depend on outside variables, so therefore, i do NOT advocate using them. Meditation is the only reliable method of connecting with the Inner Self.

And once you connect, there i no limit to the exploration of the Self.

So, my dear friends, you can see the subjects I discuss here are not what most bloggers elaborate on. Being popular, in synch with world trends, on top of the news, all these things don’t mean much to me. What does matter is to spread the Truth that life here on Earth is a gift. We who are alive at this present time are indeed lucky, because in being alive we can bring into the material plane that which is present throughout all the Universe … pure energy, unlimited possibilities. We humans are much more than what most of us think we are.

We are beings of light being given the opportunity to spread the word, share the energy, dive into the bliss of our spiritual nature.

The sooner one realizes this as fact, the more a person can enjoy the life they are leading, no matter what the circumstances are. Rich or poor, educated or not, living in freedom or incarcerated in tyranny — outer circumstances of our lives come and go, and yes, must be dealt with, and always worked on to make the experience as true, as clear, as unobstructed as possible. But even if a person were to never know what the modern world has to offer, or they never get to leave their little village in the Third World, and must struggle for something to eat, if a person has learned to tap into the unlimited power of their inner Self, that true part of their humanness, they are living the life we all aspire to!

A successful human existence is when a person embraces their unlimited Inner Self as the true “I am.”

in the Light, your pal Lordflea

ps. i’m just learning my new macBookPro and have not mastered how to upload my images, so please excuse my lousy attempt today! Ommmmm

You’re told you have a brain tumor: How Does Life Change Then?

May 27, 2011May 27, 2011Leave a comment

A dear friend of mine called the other morning to tell me, in tears, that she just was told she has a brain tumor and that they’re operating tomorrow! Today is the day after, and the news is good: the doctors removed the tumor, but I haven’t found out yet if it’s benign or not. These last few days I’ve been putting myself in the shoes of Monica, my friend. How would I feel, if given that same news? What would I do?Besides getting my ass to the BEST doctors I could find, how would I act? All of a sudden life seems so fragile with news like this. In an instant life changes from same-old/same-old to WOW! It might end soon! Everything takes on a new light, a shinier patina, a specialness that wasn’t so obvious before.

My spiritual teacher often reminds us that the reason we meditate is so we can “Prepare for our physical death by having mini-deaths all the time … in meditation.”

This is a curious idea, isn’t it? When you think about it, though, it makes sense. In meditation, the object is to turn-off the thinking process. This is usually done by focusing on something else besides thoughts. The breathe. A mantra. An image. A sensation. So the effect on our lives is a slowing-down, a centering, a stilling-of-ALL, until we finally get to the essence of what we are. And what is that? For me, when I get quiet in meditation and go deep within myself what I discover is that I am connected to ALL. Nothing is different than consciousness. We are pure consciousness, in our deepest parts of being-ness. Our physical selves, our human-ness, is just the tip of the iceberg, so to speak, of what we really are.

My friend Monica doesn’t feel as comfortable in these deep-within realms that I speak of here, in Lordflea Sings. She is a very out-there kind of gal. An exercise freak, an uber-modern artist committed to intellectual-social pursuits, a worldly person. But she called me … her one and only spiritual friend … for comfort, when she knew the proverbial shit had hit the fan. She knew I would send her the Light of our shared energies. She knew she needed it, and she knew where to go to ask.

Share your Light today with as many as you can, but especially with yourSelf!

love from Lordflea