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Compassion HEALS All Wounds

ALL LIVES MATTER!

The past couple weeks has seen much turmoil in my country, the USA. I’ve barely been able to crack a newspaper or a news site without shedding a tear, or at least bucking up, getting ready to feel more pain. Everyone I know is reeling from the violence in our nation. People want to blame. Blame Trump, Blame Obama, Blame Bush, Blame Blame Blame.

My response to anyone who says this to me is, “If there’s anything to blame, in my opinion it’s the way Hollywood and TV depict violence, with such randomness and regularity that we’ve all become inured to it. Violence just doesn’t seem real anymore, unless we become its personal victim.”

And now — most of us are feeling as violated as the victims. True, we’re not dead. We can still breathe. Yet our entire nation, and much of the so-called civilized world, is suffering from a soul-sickness in which violence and fear are on everyone’s mind. And people who see this as just an American problem, they are not as aware, or in denial of the prevalence of the growing trend of violence in our entertainment world.

There is no one thing or one person to blame.

If a friend or random person to whom I addressed my “violence in entertainment” opinion (usually following their more political rant) still wants to talk (most just turn away from me, only wanting a head to chop, a name to blame, a face to spit upon! not a rational conversation) I would then offer what I’m ready to state here, in my public forum.

Our Blended Family

United, we have STRENGTH!

I named my spiritual blog Lord Flea Sings because I always meant for it to be a place where all of us who care to join in, can sing a song of Love. Sing, as in state our case with joy, with strength, with clear notes, with rhythms that MOVE us. Just like the calypso singer, Lord Flea for whom this blog is named in honor of. So … if you want to join in the discussion, please do. I am curious to hear your point of view. Leave comments below and I’ll respond.

My sense is that the world is in the midst of a huge sea change.

We are at the crossroads of our moral evolution. The computer age has accelerated our growth so much, that … old norms just don’t work for us as well as they used to. Coming from a place of extreme materialism (for decades, since the industrial revolution at the turn of the nineteenth into the twentieth century) humankind is quickly stepping into a new era  … the spiritualization of our entire race. One person at a time, it’s been happening for ages. Now personal transformations are happening at a much more accelerated pace, in part, due to the outrage of every human heart that is reacting to the calamities that are happening everyday around us, pushing us to change.

Anger and fear and melt downs are catalysts to change. We who experience these things must change inside, or else we suffer horribly. Some even commit suicide, not able to contend with the insanity of the world. Some retreat into drugs, alcohol, denial, numbing themselves with whatever they can get their hands on. Others — like you and me, certainly anyone reading this — realize that pain is a way that Nature (aka God) has of forcing us to change.

Yes, our world has become more violent. Yes, people are not feeling safe. Yes, the African-Americans of America are sick of being treated with disrespect. Yes, the good Muslims must help herd in the bad Muslims. Yes, most everybody realizes that something has to change in order to make our world a better, safer, more viable place to live. It used to be people were scared of an enemy, like some still are of radical fundamentalism of any sort (evil is color blind and non-discriminatory in regards to race, religion, origins or politics). But now … we have a strain of discontent that doesn’t even have a name, although people are pouring out on the streets in scores this week to bring attention to “Black Lives Matter.” The latest of the unspeakable signs of our society’s silent sickness: Intolerance

To me, the real issue is that ALL lives matter, not just a certain group. Of course I feel for my black brothers and sisters. For years I was one of a handful of whites who lived on an all-black island nation. I know first-hand what it feels like to be singled out, treated differently because of the color of my skin. Even accused of crimes I didn’t commit, because of my race. I’ve been thrown in jail because of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and have had to fight for my own survival because I wasn’t like all the rest. I know what it’s like to be unfairly treated. I know how upsetting it is and agree that change is what’s called for.

But to my mind there is more to this issue of intolerance (of any kind) than what meets the eye.

united in our cause to make a difference--one person at a time

The Sacredness of ALL LIFE

It really is about ALL Lives mattering. Life itself. All in existence, from the smallest snail to the largest lunar spot, everything in this multiVerse is sacred. But yet there are the masses who still believe life on Earth is a silly game of power, prestige, and who rules who, and who gets to sit on the throne and who gets to shine whoever-is-in-power’s lowly shoes. It may be the final chapter of our color-story in the limelight today (although in the USA with our mixed-race President I don’t see how our black people can’t see the vast improvements since the desegregation of our country, in the sixties). But who and what-kind of person(s) is in power today will change tomorrow, for sure. Power people come and go. What really needs to be changed is something much more basic.

The only really worthwhile change I see that can come out of the current tragedies of black men and women being gunned down, forcibly held, dying in police presence or custody, and the ensuing hatred like the (black) sniper who aimed at (white) police people (how could he really tell with their helmets on?) are all indicators of how much more work we have to do, as a nation of people, not divided by race, religion or any other factors — to accept each and every person as what every single one of us is: a sacred being.

Whether a person acts or even thinks they are sacred, depends on how aware each of us is about our true nature. The more people who make it their pleasure, their personal quest, to become as aware and awake as possible, the more our society gets influenced by so-and-so’s positive energy, instead of barraged by the negative energy that causes more mishaps and tragedies, which then sells more papers, clicks, air time, and catches the attention of greedy Hollywood vampires.

People love to be scared. Look at the crowds at roller-coaster parks. Without fear and vomit-producing twists and turns, lots of people think life is pretty dull. So the drama that unfolds in our real life, on real streets, in real gay nightclubs, and real Bible study classes, and real traffic stops by trigger-happy cops are now re-enacting the thrills that are innately a part of our thus-far-evolved human experience. Most of us love thrills! We love drama. We love … to be scared to death!

Personally, as an artist who writes, I don’t think the censor laws will ever go backward from where they are today. We’ve fought too hard to have the freedom of expression that has become the modern way. And I know for a fact that it was artists (in Lithuania) that singlehandedly started the internal revolution that brought down the Soviet bloc. Creative censorship is considered unAmerican. Un-Freedom of Speech. Un-cool. So the guns and bombs and slashings and accompanying rudenesses that go along with all that mind garbage won’t stop. Hollywood loves violence. There will always be a place for trash. But that doesn’t mean we have to fill our own minds with it. Trash, and violent trash especially makes tons of money, pockets are filled from every slaying, and woe to the producer who comes up with a sweet story of spiritual transformation, without a murder or two, ’cause nobody will come to see it in the theaters. Not yet, that is.

True, there are lobbyists who are out in force, trying to get Hollywood to stop making such sex and violence-themed movies, groups like the Dove Foundation and Ted Baehr, who have attempted for years, to great effect, to introduce more family values into the film and entertainment industry. So let’s face it, the cleaning up of America’s entertainment industry, including gyrating, ripped-lace pop and hip hop and gangsta rap singers, ain’t gonna happen. Dirt and shame and taboos are too much a part of our culture to deny.

What we can do is … each and every individual … is to clean up our own act.

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There’s always HOPE

Yup, that’s right. The BIG answer to all this hair-wrenching worry over “Where’s our humanity going?” boils down to “What are you doing about your own life?”

The only thing each of us has power over, is our own individual life, and the choices we make. Of course if we have young children, we’re also responsible for instilling Love and Inner Peace in their own life quests, and prepare them, best we can, for the world that’s outside the comfortable nest we all want to make for ourselves, for our family.

Take a look around you. Are you doing enough? Is your inner life as peaceful as you’d like? Are you able to read today’s news without getting freaked out? Can you see as many positive things happening in the world as there are negatives?

If you’ve assessed your own life, and feel you want more inner peace, more happiness, more joy–then take some action, my friend. There are so many things anyone can do, in this day of YouTube’s abundant offerings from mindfulness teachers (Eckhart Tolle, Depak Chopra, Thich Nhat Hanh, Marianne Williamson, to name just a few of my favorites). If you are unhappy with the state of the world, you can join a prayer or protest group, click on an instructional video and learn to calm your fears, or … go take a walk and look up at the clouds and let go of angry thoughts that you’ve let rule your life.

We don’t have to let heinous actions of others ruin our own lives. We can choose what we do with the strong feelings that injustices evoke in each and every human heart.

That’s the remedy I do when I feel powerless over another’s violent and scary actions. I breathe. I do yoga, meditate, take a swim in the sea, go for a bike ride … garden in my yard, talk with other mindful folks. Anything but go deeper in that feeling of powerlessness. Because I DO have power — over my own self! And I can take action to remedy the severe sadness that each and every intolerant act of one human upon another brings to my consciousness. The action might be … to take no action other than to pray, to meditate, to focus anger into tolerance. That’s a very high form of action.

I don’t deny the hurt. I don’t try to brush it off as “not my problem.” It is a human problem we are all facing. To me the answer, the pivot upon which change revolves, lies within each of our own hearts. To be as true as we can to what we really are, this is the spiritual challenge of today’s scary world. We are all pure spirits wearing a human body … for just a little while longer.

Let’s make the most of what time we’ve got here. Let’s make a difference, and let’s celebrate Love. By focusing on love, acceptance, tolerance, we increase the power of Love all around us. It’s like spreading an atomizing of Love cells wherever we go. Love is a consciousness, not just a verb. Love is a way of life, not just a saying. I have made it a pledge to live from love, not fear. With each day, I renew my pledge. I believe in Love.

I wish I could say the same for the political process, or the power of government to help change society, truly, at its core. I don’t believe governments or political parties have that kind of power. The power of true transformation only comes from the human spirit. I believe it comes from our core, from each of our heart (not the brain necessarily, although that comes in handy when it comes to taking action). The heart of each human being is where we feel the connection of Love. I feel it for everything and everyone.

One Life---each of ours, amounting to the total of all our decisions

the currency of LOVE … our life!

Maybe someday we will have enlightened Hollywood directors and producers who come from their opened hearts and minds, but for now (believe me, I know, I have a close relative who’s in the Hollywood game) money rules. Wherever the money comes from, that’s where Hollywood’s decisions go. Until enlightened artists transform our tastes … violence and sex are still a lot more entertaining (but not forever) so tolerate unscrupulous images and blood-gushing stories will keep coming to our screens. Just don’t watch them and they will … in time … go away.

Just turn off your mind, your screen clicked off to those kinds of choices. Open your screen as you do your heart and mind. Explore the endless possibilities of … an awakened life. It truly is the best show on earth!

we are ONE

lifting ourselves UP UP UP!

 

 

Our Blended Family

Our Blended Family

 

Love is a Many Blended Thing

 

My friends laughed at me. “He’s so wrong. Move on,” they shouted.

“There’s a smoking gun behind his back, count on it,” my sister blurted.

“It’ll never work,” another said, always quick with the naysays. “You’re too different.”

“Don’t forget the religion thing,” a fellow yogini warned rolling her eyes.

It was true: my new heartthrob was all of what I wasn’t: a born again, meat eating jock, and a single father of two divorce-traumatized youngsters, a recipe for disaster for a person like me, they all said. I was a loner-artist, a lifelong yogini, and at times, known to be allergic to nurturing myself much less anyone else.

My meditation friends all agreed, even those espousing embrace-everyone’s-differences unanimously warned: Stay Away from Him.

But what can a girl do when her heart speaks a different language than the heedings of family and friends? Every time I tried breaking it off with him, and believe me, there were many as we seesawed in the Should We/Shouldn’t We dance, weighing feelings versus facts, clearly seeing the risks of following-our-bliss – I always ended up needing to know this man, even before I knew what he looked like.

It was his voice that first pierced the wall I’d neatly built around my heart.

All those years of trying, always trying, and in the end, failing at love, had left me fearful and cynical. I’d just determined that it would  take a harem of my own, filled with Speedo-clad yogic adepts, men who meditated as passionately as I and then made ravishingly sweaty, athletic love to me – plus a scholar of botany; and a musician, a harpsichordist, perhaps; and a scuba diving, round-the-world sailor to nicely sum up my multifaceted needs in a partner.

Just when I was working on envisioning my harem – Carter called.

~

He’d called because a friend of ours dared him.

“teZa has done what you now want to do, if I’m hearing you right,”  our mutual friend Elsbeth had told him. “She’s off booze and drugs for years now.”

Turns out, he and I had met Elsbeth at different spots in the Western Hemisphere. I met her when I lived in the West Indies and Elsbeth was a tugboat co-captain with five kids. I’d heard her mention Carter’s name a few times over the years I lived in Dominica, operating an island-trade business from there. Carter, back in the States after his own travels took him to South America, had known Elsbeth when he’d worked on her family’s ocean-going tug.

After each of our southern sojourns, he’d first gone to New York to make movies before ending up in Central Florida. The day of his call I was living in East Hampton, making millionaires’ gardens in between art works, enjoying the life of a finally sober, newly awakened seeker.

I picked up the phone that spring morning in the Hamptons. “Hi, This is Carter,” a deep voice resonated within me.

“Oh, I’ve heard of you from Elsbeth.”

Silence on the other line for a couple beats.

“Carter, you still there?”

“You don’t remember meeting me?”

I could hear my swallow, a loud cartoon balloon: “Gulp.”

Nonplussed, Carter related our first meeting, twenty years before, in the top floor Boston apartment I had, back at the beginning of my yearnings, before I knew that what I really was seeking was the inner glory, not the outer shimmers and gold rings dangling from the next adventure, next relationship, next career move. Change was my only career course back then, and I rapidly climbed its rungs of success.

But wait. I was Now sober. I’d been working on my shit for seven years already. It was the Now that drew me in like a fish on the line.

Something about this voice. This man. I didn’t recall him. How could I? I was obsessed with change back when he says we met, ever so briefly, two ships slinking past like far off shadows in an inky night.

“It happened. I never forgot meeting you because you sSshuned me,” he says.

My ear never heard such a sound! The way he pronounced his S’s, as if he whispered them but the rest of his words, plainly spoken. Every time he hit an “S” my belly throbbed. Something weird was getting activated in there. What the heck is going on? Is this guy a magician or something, I wondered.

We talked that first time, he from suburban Central Florida, where he’d gone to lick his wounds, he said, his tail between shaky legs after a disastrous marriage, bitter divorce, vicious custody battle, his first feature flopping and subsequent financial ruin.

“Oh – you have kids?” I repeated what mattered most to me.

With that spoken aloud, my breath got sucked away.

Never once had I identified myself as a breeder. If anything, as soon as kids came around, I’d make a mad dash for the nearest exit. On the phone, I’m confused for a moment in this Now. Should I listen, ecstatically as I had been, to this faceless, formless voice I don’t know, who’s hypnotizing me with his S’s, or should I quickly get off the phone?

“YesSs, my kidsSs are the lightsSs of my exisSstence,” Carter added.

I was his. With that one spellbinding proclamation, both in its content and mesmerizing effect, my heart double-jabbed, knocking all rationale within me senseless.

What followed was something I never dreamed possible. Instead of a harem, true love came for me: because I was ready. So I threw myself madly into the bowl of cherry-flavored S’s: Spiritual and Sensual fulfillment, and not so eaSy Sacrifice. The last was the hardest, but every sweet has a bitter note in its guarded recipe, otherwise the taste and sensation is dull, ordinary, noncommittal.

Within a few weeks I was on a plane to see Carter’s face for the first time. He remembered what mine looked like, he claimed. I didn’t need a face recognition program, if one had been available at that time, the early nineties, because I instantly remarked the beaming aura of light surrounding a tall man, whose features were blurred by a radiance of happiness as he stood in the back of a throng of greeters at the Tampa Airport.

We did our dance. We learned both our stories’ details, each of us coming together with a mixed bag of pre-existing conditions as every over thirty-something has slung over their shoulders.

After a long career making movies Carter was forced to throw it all over when money ran out and kids came along. Somewhere along the way he’d been born again, dunked in a gator pond, and now, as a full-custodial, single dad, was raising his kids to be committed Christians, like him.

Many phone calls ago, when he first mentioned the Jesus thing, I went quiet.

“Is there a problem?” Carter asked

“You know I’m not into religion, right? I love Jesus’ message of Universal Love, and Buddha’s before him and Mohammed’s after him, and the teachings of all the great illuminated beings, forever, everywhere. But I’m not keen on religion. That’s why meditation is my path. I’m a believer of God-is-Energy and the Oneness-of-All: that’s who I am. To me, religion appears to be as quixotic to modern humankind, as fatal as misused politics. Too much bloodshed over both of these. I’m apolitical and nonreligious – but I’m the biggest lover of Spirit who experiences God as Nature, and the interconnectedness of all. You have a problem with any of this, Carter?”

“Naw, as long as you love the Power beyond all understanding, I don’t care what you call Him.”

“Him, Her, or It.”

“Okay. Agreed. But I call him Jesus. That’s my bag. Agreed.”

“Agreed.”

Other differences popped up. To each challenge I said,

“Okay, got it. Weird, but, hey! – it’s your bag. You really live in suburbia?”

“That’s where the courts said I have to be, for the kids’ sake. This is where I grew up. Believe me, I hate it. We’ll move as soon as I regroup and replenish the coffers.”

My stomach did a flip when he told me: “I’m a Republican fiscally, but socially a Democrat.”

“Well I’m a nothing-can and a never-crat. Agree to let me be nonpolitical? I’m a spiritual activist, and on my path we do just as much as any campaigner ever has.”

“Agreed.”

Our many differences couldn’t shut off the steam valve that fed my love mojo. I wanted him. I needed him. His S’s went deep into my heart, soul and spirit. His easy laughter uplifted me, more than anyone or anything had my entire life. He was my harem of a dozen, rolled into one gorgeous, honest-to-God human being, despite his antediluvian political and religious affiliations, the exact opposite of mine.

When I met his kids, aged two and four, I fell triply in love.

The smoking gun?

“Well, you should know, teZ, that my ex-wife is a bit off balanced. She accused me of terrible things trying to win the kids in court. The judge ended up not giving her even joint-custody. In the end, her false charges only backfired.”

Soon after that plane ride to see for myself how a man who spoke a spell of S’s could have captured my restless heart – and discovered for myself that he was, indeed, all my imagined perfect mates, my harem, all rolled into one huge hunk of a sensitive-man package, despite his peculiar bags – I began to wonder if we possibly could make it together, being so different. He was willing to compromise; so was I.

After a lot of pre-marital counseling that preceded and followed our string of breakups in the next two years – we both held our noses and took the dive. None of our family or friends thought we’d make it.

The challenges of our differences is what makes our blended family so similar to so many others in our blended world culture these days. And they are exactly what has led Carter and me, and our now-grown children to become four better, mostly healed, tremendously more balanced individuals.

All our differences, instead of cement roadblocks, have been inspiring boosters, enticers, guiding Lights leading Carter, the kids, and me – our blended family, like humankind’s global blended family, also – to discover what really matters.

That Acceptance is the real power of Love.

Guess you’ve been wondering if I’ve been swallowed by a giant black hole, eh? Well, I’ve just finished, REALLY really finished the final edit (well … is it ever really finished?) for my upcoming nonfiction spiritual guide, “Family Bliss NOW: a holistic guide to global transformation … one blended family at a time.”

In honor of my coming out … as an author, silly! … after so many years, false starts, high hopes, dashed dreams, relentless tenacity (or is it utter madness?) I have created a NEW website so people get to know the real me, not the Lord Flea persona I’ve shared for these past five years with you. Please visit the new site tezalord.me and drop me a line to tell me how you like it.

 

Meanwhile, back at the Ranch teZ … I’m readying to take my 94-year-old (young in heart and speedy afoot!) mom, Eve Mary, on her longed-for visit to Iceland, where she’s always wanted to soak in the thermal hot springs so abundant there, fed by the island 14 or 15 LIVE volcanoes (hope none blow while we’re there!). I’ll try to write another post in the next few days to tell you more adventures, always so much to share, so little time in which to do it.

Keep breathing! keep focused on positives! keep dancing, singing, and most of all — believe in LOVE!

all mine to you, Lord Flea aka teZa

Traveling in paradise, literally, because Costa Rica is not only a beautiful jungle dream land but also a country that has no army, so therefore all its resources, economic and humanitarian, are devoted to making life better for all its citizens and the entire world. Their motto is “Pura Vida”—pure life—and that is what it feels like being here. Decades ago the government decided to concentrate on eco-tourism instead of other industries, so many people are here interested in Nature, and that´s just great! These are the kinds of people I like to be around, those who think of the Earth as part of their own lives, not separate, not different from their humanness. Yes, here in Costa Rica you feel the Earth is alive!!!  i´ll post whenever i can get to an internet cafe. love and light from Lordflea

A month now, it’s been since the OCCUPY demonstrators first gathered in New York City’s Wall Street, spreading quickly out into many other American cities, and now I hear, the movement is rippling throughout the entire industrialized-complex world. This post I’m dedicating to sharing my personal approach to activism, about how I am very involved with the HUGE tidal wave of transformation that is sweeping the entire planet.

As some of you who’ve been reading Lord Flea know, I am a spiritual warrior, not a political animal. My revolution is called “Love” and my comrades are multitudes of others (we connect via Twitter & Facebook) who believe that positive change is already occurring. We spread the news and share the positive results of the already ongoing transformation everyday in many ways. My beliefs, as these millions of others who, like me, are committed to the spiritual transformation of all humanity (as opposed to the more political-flavored “Occupy” that seems to focus on corporate greed, the fallibility of capitalism, and gross acts of industrialized nations against Nature herself) — my beliefs and consequent activism rests firmly on the knowledge that there are unlimited possibilities for success that reside within each and every person’s Big Heart, aka, the human spirit.

21st Century activists

21st Century activists

Each of us as individuals have a quest. And that is to find the meaning of our own existence. For me, this has taken the shape of dedicating my life’s efforts of making art and doing various businesses to support this “habit” of mine, creating thought-provoking work with images and words, toward the now-more-specifically-focused goal of helping others to achieve fulfillment.

each of us MATTERS

each of us MATTERS

It took me decades to achieve my own inner peace. Believe me, each day I’m working on the next tiny step to take to fulfill ongoing hurdles to achieve these personal goals. But once I discovered that it was possible to turn around the fear-oriented mistrust and anger that ruled my earlier life, and dedicate my life, my work, and all my daily efforts to helping others, everything changed for me. I have been a spiritual activists for many decades.

So yes, I do support the people who need to voice their unhappiness with the way things are so blatantly out-of-kilter with our industrialized, over-material world. However, I do not agree with many of the protestors that it’s the government’s duty to do what each and every one of us ought to be doing for ourselves. I truly believe that we, as individuals, create our reality. And if each one of us were committed to living from a higher, more spiritual perspective of life, if we could all forego the need to have have have, and consume consume consume — this entire world, even the capitalistic, democratically functioning one that the protestors speak so harshly about,WILL transform itself from within. HOW? Because change, real change, begins with individuals.And it spreads from there. The domino effect. This is the “How” of transforming society, but it begins with each one of us walking the walk, not just talking the talk. Each and every political revolution has always ended with just another regime bossing everybody around.

Sure, we can now voice our concern by participating in the Occupy movement, if we wish. And YES! corporations need to grow consciences as well as secure their monetary funds, to make available good jobs and opportunities to all of society. That’s their duty … IF they are spiritualized. Corporations are only as spiritual-mature as the sum amount of all the individuals who make them up.

Yes, it’s good that people are taking to the street to remind society that it has a duty to work FOR the people, not against them. But, essentially, it’s not the government’s job to dictate people’s morality, philosophy, or ideology. THAT happens with each and every person looking within their own heart and making a commitment to live from a higher, more “human” way.

The Love Revolution's CURRENCY

The Love Revolution's CURRENCY

That is why I have chosen to align myself to what Karen Armstrong began after winning the TED prize in ’07: the worldwide movement called “Charter for Compassion”. I am an active member, and I choose to not protest publicly with the Occupy People. Instead, I tweet and post and art and promote positive change through the international channels already formed by the Grass Roots Movement called the CHARTER FOR COMPASSION. Before I further explain my dedication to this cause instead of joining Occupy protestors on the street and shouting for change, I want to declare what WE DO in the Charter for Compassion. Right here, I’d like to explain I am committed to live more compassionately, as an individual, within my own family, and also to take the message of HOW to live more compassionately to others in my community, to my country, and the entire world (through social media: twitter, facebook, this very blog, the upcoming novel “Heart Island”, etc.)

You might want to visit the official site of this movement yourself, and make YOUR commitment, and join us. No parades, no protests, no shouting …. just a plain simple decision, right here, right NOW, to live more compassionately, one person at a time, and watch the entire world change as a result of YOUR commitment.

click here to go to the Charter for Compassion‘s official website

I’ll be sharing more about my involvement with the Charter for Compassion in the days, weeks, and months to come. Today I’m meeting with another member of our local group (which YOU can start in YOUR community … just follow the links on the above website) to work on how to set up public meetings for people to discuss HOW to live more compassionately. Change happens simply. One person at a time. Deep, meaningful change happens when clear, concise education and new ideas are presented, and reinforced, and that is what we in the Charter for Compassion are committed to doing … without screaming “Revolution,” without being angry, without demanding unreasonable reforms. Just plain simple change from each person’s deeply connected human heart. Simple steps. Do-able activism. Big Heart activism.

I hope everyone who reads this will join the Charter today. Please write me if you’d like to share anything about the above. I appreciate all views that are not mean or violent.

Also, wanted to tell you that my consort Carter and I are celebrating 20 years of sharing a sacredly-held marriage today! Yeah! Hard work and commitment has showered us with so many blessings. Carter’s kids, my “angel-kids,” whom I helped raise from ages 4 and 7, are now healthy strong mature adults, nothing like the scared little rabbits they both were when I married their single-parent daddy. And Carter and I … well, we are more deeply in love than we could ever have imagined! Even with all our many faults!

One little tiny step, act, decision at a time, and we have created a WORLD of unconditional, bliss-filled love.

I love you all, your pal,

Lordflea

Who am I?

Who are you?

I know you’ve asked yourself this questions, because we all do.

Supposedly we wait until adolescence, and then BAM! right on schedule, all of us, each and every one of us humans that have ever lived, ask ourselves this very same question. Have you ever wondered why? Why are we so curious to know this fact? Why can’t we just go along our simple, everyday lives and not bother knowing? At least some of us continue to ask ourselves this question until we get a satisfactory answer.

I’ve found my answer.

Do you want to know what it is?

Maya Angelou, our great American poet, tells the story of this discovery even better, as she tells most things better, in my estimation. She is a great mentor of mine. I hope one day to be half the writer she is. I’m no poet. I draw, paint, write, live, and laugh and dance and pray with my body-mind-spirit-everyday routine plenty though! I think Maya would agree, this is swell, and quite wondrous, in fact.

Now this greatness that I AM will try to figure out how to put up this video I just saw of Maya speaking of our humanness. Even though we are a part, a cell, if you will, of the entire cosmos (the Big Shabang!) … can I figure out a simple thing like embedding a video in my blog….ahhhhh…..that’s the challenge of our humanness, ain’t it!

Joyous discovery to us ALL!

and a heartfelt wave of love to you all!

here’s my artistic rendition of the Great I AM

we are ONE, a part of the whole Shabang!

we are ONE, a part of the whole Shabang!

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

Heal Me Mandala

Heal Me Mandala