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nurture the world

nurture the world

If you have a certain goal (mine is communicating my ideas via art and books), keep that close to your heart. A goal is like a point of light toward which a blindfolded person (each of us) can direct our steps that we choose to take. Don’t limit yourself to any picture you might paint for yourself, about what you think a perfect future holds for you. Along the way of this journey—of getting-whole and getting-healed, nurturing yourSelf, and then someday being able to nurture others as well—you’ll be inspired and influenced by things you might never have thought would interest you back when you started this Self-discovery process.

Here’s another example of why it’s important to keep our options open and have no expectations.

My friends Rhea and Petur have for years been deep-water sailors. Recently they told me of the time they offered berths for rent, to help fray expenses of long-distance cruising in the Caribbean. One man showed up at their seventy-foot sturdy wooden ketch expecting a pleasure cruise, complete with catered five-course meals, deep-sea fishing, and relaxed stops at every port for some wholesome, duty-free shopping. The reality of living aboard a real sailing vessel during a long, arduous, deep-sea voyage was something he hadn’t even researched. His expectations were set inordinately high, in other words. So when the reality of living aboard a working vessel set in, this man was incapable of enjoying the vast and incomparable minutiae of an ocean-cruise, especially with such experienced sailors as my friends as guides. Because he couldn’t let go of his expectations, the man’s trip ended up miserable for him and taxing for the rest of the crew.

Ahhh, another turn of the year and here we are on the eve of 2011. How exciting! How enthalling! How positively intriguing. What will this year bring us? Let me take this opportunity to wish you all a most health-filled, posperous, and full-filled year, this blessed year of 2011. And I don’t say that lightly. A new year is a new beginning. When all of us (at least those of us who follow this solar calendar, not the lunar calendar of other cultures) have the opportunity to assess what’s come to us this last year, and how we’d like to set out course, so our sails will fill with promise and good intentions for this next year.

setting our sails for the far-off horizon of hope and love

setting our sails for the far-off horizon of hope and love

My wishes for all of us in 2011:

May all your dreams come true.

May all the world’s promise of a united family of man happen, one step at a time.

May all of us, each individual in the world, shine our lights a little brighter.

May we all come to believe that we are ONE, and that we are all in this thing called life–together!

May we all assist each other, in whatever way we can, to help the bigger picture become more filled with Light, more peaceful, more accepting of forward evolution.

May we put aside our differences and forgive, truly, in our deepest hearts.

May we approach each moment as if we’re seeing what is before us for the first time—with wonder, with curisoity, with excitement, with trust.

May our world leaders be filled with inspired, enlightened decisions, taking all of those under their wings, to a better place.

May we all believe in our dreams, and never let go of knowing we can achieve them….one little step at a time, one word at a time, one act, one thought, one breath at a time.

Lordflea is sending you all (the plural is ALL you all, kind of a southern jokey thing) the very best thoughts…from my heart to all of yours. To me, that is the most important social network there is—one heart united to ALL hearts. A heart-work, if you will.

May the Light shine upon all of us in this upcoming year of 2011!

earth energy with yogis at work

earth energy with yogis at work

in the Light, Lordflea

hi friends,

arwen greets the lady of new york harbor, they're from neustadt, germany

arwen greets the lady of new york harbor, they're from neustadt, germany

i am writing you from aboard Arwen, a boat owned by a German couple. Arwen Evening Star, the princess of “Lord of the Rings,” she’s a state-of-the-art, hi-tech sailing vessel,  47 feet, built in Sweden by Hallberg-Rassy. Dani and Jens, my friends, met each other when both, burnouts from corporate Germany, decided to give up the rat race of materialism and “careers” and head to sea! I am having such fun with them, because they are a cool combination of embracing the latest technology (Jens was a computer programmer who did well inventing a new printing process) with natural ways of living (Dani, a psychiatrist, defied all odds when she strengthened her body and mind, afer being diagnosed with a neurological debilitating disease early in life, and after years of being confined to a wheelchair, learned to walk and today is a woman who sails! a VERY challenging life indeed). These guys are great and a joy to be with.

Well, i finally finished the manuscript! such elation! such glee and deep satisfaction, plus an overall unreal sensation of “did I just do that?” The very last step of the years-long endeavor, was when i spread out all the many drawings i’ve been doing during this time of the book’s creation, some of which you’ve seen here on Lordflea Sings. The pictures, which I can’t upload here for you, today, because I didn’t bring my computer (aboard Arwen, we’re anchored off Cape Cod) were so astounding in their collective strength, and sheer beauty (i humbly admit, ahem) that i was filled with a tremendous wave of excitement, knowing that soon i will be sharing all this with the world. In the back of my mind i’ve been thinking of which drawings to use here and there, as the writing progressed. Looking over my accumulated work, the visual interpretation of the spiritual message i was writing as a story, i was filled with gratitude for the gifts that i’ve been given, for the skills i’ve taken to heart and have honed with such repeated dedication.

arwen up on drydock for bottom painting, etc.

arwen up on drydock for bottom painting, etc.

Now is the time to get the work out to others. You may just find delight in reading and seeing the images, combined, as i do with lordflea sings.

last week, in fact, i had a wonderful email from a reader of this blog who wanted to thank me to “touching his journey” with some sharing I did (doesn’t matter which one) …. and i must tell you it made me feel all this work, all the hours of sharing my thoughts, learning to blog, uploading the images, letting the entire world into my head and heart—that one email made it all worth while. Thank you, William of NYC. And the funny thing is how he happened to “discover” my blog. I had used an extensive list of emails sent to me by a …. er, sort of friend who grew incensed when i sent out to his many contacts news of “Lord Flea Sings the Song of One”…..yet, a year later, one person, William, wrote to tell me thanks and to my mind, it balances out the irate anger expressed by the original list owner, over using his contacts without permission.

Hey! this is the digital age! Every list that comes the way of any of us is up for grabs. “All’s fair in love and ….” isn’t that the way it is, if you believe in what you’re doing? Even if other people might label you, call you names (ye, the list-owner did that!)

if you scroll back in my blog, and see the black-and-white ink drawings, you’ll get an idea of the illustrations that accompany my book (i’m withholding the title, just in case there’s a literary bandito out there, shopping around for a “hot” title–ha! self-protection is the armor of great art).

dani and jens, lovers of yacht arwen

dani and jens, lovers of yacht arwen

A friend of mine is looking over the manuscript and if, IF, it’s up to snuff, in terms of literary presentation, story worth, etc. etc. he has offered to present it to an associate of his in the publishing world. So….i’m awaiting word from that connection before i go ahead and join the ranks of the minions of authors with books looking for an agent or publishing editor. Wish me luck, those of you attuned to the gist of lordflea Sings. This book is a spiritual transformation story that starts with promise, gets stuck in the muck, and finally emerges in the glorious Light ….. just like so many of our real-life stories, those of us dedicated to helping uplift humanity’s consciousness, but who first have to heal our own selves before we’re any use to anyone else.

Speaking of which, i am really excited about the upcoming publication of Carl Jung’s “The Red Book” a personal diary of his that was kept hidden from the public by his ever-conservative, guarding-the-old-man’s-image family. Ever since Jung began to dwell in the realm of the human psyche, as a psychiatrist, a protege of Freud’s who later became his adversary, Jung was fascinated with the power of the subconscious mind. In fact, “The Red Book” documents his personal exploration of that mysterious, mystical, ever-beguilding mental and spiritual realm of our humanity, in which we can choose to embrace our so-called “super-human” powers (of clairvoyance, of universal wisdom also called instinct, of interpreting the signs and dreams we are all given, but some of us either deny, don’t care about, or are scared of embracing—sorry super-hero fans: no flying, x-ray vision, or fire-starting powers here to talk of).  Apparently, from what i’ve read, Jung purposefully “induced” halluncinations and other personal-experiences behind the locked door of his study, to fully explore the inner realms of his psyche. When he left his study, no one, it is said, knew the internal struggle that Jung was subjecting himself to, on purpose. Did he use drugs? Did he do this with meditative powers, as the great sadhus of India? Did he do this to more fully understand the pschotics, neurotics and other mentally challenged people he was trying to help—even addicts for which he was famously renown for successfully working with and became one of the most influential people to head Bill and Bob, the founders of AA, toward their path of discovering a “spiritual awakening” as the “cure” for addiction/alcoholism? All these questions will lead me to grab that book as soon as it’s published by Norton later this month.

I personally think, from what little i know about jung and his theories, that he was simply fascinated with the realm of the unknown, what we call the psyche of a human, or the supernatural realm, in the outside world. I know I am. I will be curious to see what revelations he uncovered for himself in his quest. Certainly, the paintings he did to accompany his writings are strong enough to make one wonder how a psychiatrist could be capable of such proficiency, because they are as mystical, haunting, and mind-blowing as any i’ve ever seen (featured in NY Times Magazine article last week, i believe).

My own quest, written as a character-driven novel, is what my illustrated manuscript is about. Carl and I have a lot in common, as we do with all others on this glorious planet. I could call my unpublished book, “The Black-and-Blue Book” to match his Red one.

This planet should have been named “Water” instead of Earth, because there is so much MORE of it, on our spinning world. So here I am, writing to you down below Arwen, anchored off Woods Hole, Massachusetts, the guest of my two German friends, Dani and Jens, whom I met in St. Augustine when they sailed through last year. Bundled up in cold weather gear, we will head out at dawn tomorrow for Welfleet, Sandwich or Provincetown, and, if the winds are favorable, head out to the banks offshore Cape Cod to see if we can find some whales, our beloved cetacean creatures that need our human protection so much.

yacht arwen in new york harbor

yacht arwen in new york harbor

For those of you who join the journey i document here on lordflea, i’m sending love and Light, and even to all others in the world, the skeptics, the people not interested in spiritualizing their lives—they’re the ones who need my love and Light the most, and thus I send rays of caring to all ….

lordflea

hello friend,

i’ve been sailing and motoring the inways, byways and channels around st. augustine this week!  in between nursing others in my family, and attending to bizness as usual, i had to do something to blow out the steam, and … sailing, being on the water, is one of my passions, as well as laughing, dancing, being with great groovy people, traveling, learning new things, writing stories and making art. whew! so many passions.

st. augustine lighthouse seen from the Ace Lady, a friend's sailboat

st. augustine lighthouse seen from sailboat Ace Lady

my passions are many.  some have more.  some…only politics, it seems these days.  whatever yours are, i hope you enjoy pursuing them.  and if you haven’t, or haven’t made time to pursue them, i urge you to do that … like now!

take the owner of Ace Lady, for instance:

Captain Priscilla of Ace Lady at the helm

Captain Priscilla of Ace Lady at the helm

Priscilla is a single woman, an expert solo sailor, self confident and extremely capable, who is following her dream.  priscilla puts everything she has into making sure that dream of hers comes true: owning and operating a sturdy, ocean-going sailboat.  it’s not easy, what priscilla is doing, because the maintenance alone (not to mention the sailing) of such a vessel is … well, beyond comprehension to most landlubbers, such as we.  but priscilla finds the time (in between a successful massage therapy business) to maintain her boat, sail it near and far, chartering it out as much as possible (see www.aceladysails.com for more info).  i greatly admire people like priscilla.  they defy the odds, and make sure their dreams become reality.  bravo priscilla!!

this anchored boat, with its mast under repair, represents another sailor’s passion: as demonstrated by the bedazzling woodworking you see everywhere onboard, representing hundreds of hours of labor-intensive savvy!

every scrap of wood is passionately cared for

every scrap of wood is passionately cared for

even this boat owner’s dingys are exquisitely varnished.  he was down below, no doubt, sanding or applying his loving craft to another woody surface, whistling, happy.  following his passion.

and you?  what’s your passion?  are you at least thinking of how you’ll be able to honor that passion today?  even if, like myself, some days you just can’t.  but no matter how stresed or strained we are, at least we can plan on how our passions will evolve some other day, if we’re busy with other things.  because, as we all know, the unfolding of our realities all start with the thoughts we hold continuously in our minds.

as for my passions:  this week i’ve had to put my love (honestly, it’s an out-and-out obsession) of writing and arting to one side to make space to care-take my mom (still recovering from her T.I.A.), and also husband Carter, who didn’t do what i did when i felt “the bug” invade my body last week (we both got it).  i rested, he didn’t.  i’m not as sick, he’s dog-dead-in-the-ditch sick.  i chose to not do as much and he’s paying the price, poor baby (guys! what is it about guys?!).  for a few days i had to put my passions on hold, to heal myself.  and here i am now, nurse lordflea, nursing others, making sure mom takes her meds; making chamomile tea with honey and lemon in the middle of the night for carter, and yesterday,  a big pot of chicken soup bubbling on the stove, with lots of homeopathic remedies at the bedside of the sick co-captain of our ship, called relation.  for the moment at least, my passion for arting (which most definitely includes writing) is put aside for the good of the bigger picture.

but…my passion of being one with the Divine…is never put on hold.  THAT i can do, whether i’m busy, sick, traveling, or involved with others’ passions, projects, or peculiar personalities:

Sufi Bird...flying as high as he can, as i try

Sufi Bird...flying as high as he can, as i try

here’s another shot of the gorgeous st. augustine lighthouse, which has always been one of my passions in life, and also, in my art:

the lighthouse, in reality

the lighthouse, in reality

and here you can see how my passion evokes another way of “seeing” st. augustine’s lighthouse:

Buddha's Foot; from the lighthouse series

Buddha's Foot, from the lighthouse series

in this series, i take the st. augustine lighthouse, which has always been a personal icon of mine, representing a tower of strength and courage, and use it here to remind me to follow my passion, to do whatever i have to do to take my journey of searching for Truth to the next level.  i use the lighthouse along with other universal, recognizable archetypes (painted in the small squares, surrounded by the matrix of space, time, and matter) as focus.  these paintins are reminders, meant to evoke humankind’s aspiring to a greater good (this is MY political activism, folks!).  just as we awake from a profound, prescient dream and only remember an image, a fragment of it here and there throughout the day, i attempt to portray in this series the remnants of a very real, very tangible inner remembrace: the images hint of who we really are, and where our spiritual journey (of the entire human race, mean) is taking us.  we run into these reminders, always, but do we stop to notice them?  bits and pieces of startling landscape, a word from a stranger, an angelic message on a bus ad, a glistening majestic river, a long road beckoning us to follow.  this series is about our path.  other places, other states of being-ness yet to explore.  here’s another of my lighthouse series, this one depicting an altogether different landscape. 

Moon Beach

Moon Beach

for years i used to run along st. augustine beach, and watch the lighthouse as it grew steadily more prominent.  i was always eager to see it rising over the sandy, sea oats-strewn dunes.  the closer i came to the lighthouse, the more excited i got.  my body would shiver, my breath felt sharper.  i was sure i felt the same as, and fully understood the significance of being “guided” that desperate sailors out at sea must have felt, whenever they sighted a lighthouse with the surrounding seas rough, the night dark, and the way, treacherous.  that’s my inspiration behind making this series.  i chose the lighthouse as my main motif, along with more recognizable totems of great impact, both spiritual and cultural, to convey a strong a message of hope to others.  this particular lighthouse, the one at st. augustine, has always been a beacon of inner strength in my own life.  here’s another of the series.

Shiva's Dance

Shiva's Dance

today, on blog lordflea, it seems to be: honor the Light Within Day!!  yes, that’s a passion of mine!  maybe you’ll feel the excitement i carry in my heart for the unseen Light we all carry within, by gazing at my lighthouse series.  i hope you enjoy them.  here’s the final in the series, as i wish you adieu, a very groovy day, enjoying whatever passion you happen to be engaged in at this very moment!

love from your pal, lord flea

Ghost Tree

Ghost Tree

hi everyOne,

we’re baaaa-ck! back from sailing the gorgeous, wild, mystical, mysterious, and oh-so-weird southern coast of newfoundland.

fog, gale, or doldrums...take your pick!

fog, gale, or doldrums...take your pick!

two weeks away! many books read:

  • my third read of “Eat Pray Love” — enjoyed it even more this time around
  • “A Flash of Lightning in the Dark of Night,” the Dalai Lama’s interpretation of an ancient text on how to be a bodhisattva, the Bodhicharyavatara by the sage Shantideva
  • “Bird by Bird,” some instructions on writing and life, by Anne Lamott
  • the Upanishads, which i must say i didn’t understand hardly, perhaps one minute iota, and
  • a couple trash novels which i only seem to enjoy on long, endless days aboard a sailboat
sunset at anchor

sunset at anchor

 

we were a crew of five:

  • lordflea and carter (american)
  • captain petur (iclandic) and his lady rhea (american)
  • malde (danish)
some crew of yacht Dagny

some crew of yacht Dagny

and oh, let’s not forget the boat’s doggie, Scrappy, the queen of Dagny (pronounced dine-ee, an Iclandic name for girls meaning “new dawn”).

scrappy with her best friend, rhea

scrappy with her best friend, rhea

the retired fishing captain from iceland….Petur, our boat’s captain: the man who –without even blinking an eye–sailed our 70 foot yacht through an inlet’s tiny hole, one that looked to any other like we were surely headed for deadly rocks; the man who senses change in current, weather or wind, or any other sea conditions, long before news comes over the airwaves:

captain petur peturson, seaman extraordinaire

captain petur peturson, seaman extraordinaire

and finally, the young (19 years old) Danish mathematician, Malte (pro-nounced in English, mal‘-dah) who is having himself a fine adventure  sailing Dagny from Newfoundland to the Caribbean, before going off to college, back in Denmark:

the modern viking, a young dane named malte

the modern viking, a young dane named malte

our time aboard dagny was filled with the pleasures of simplifying our complicated lives: living in a small space, sharing that space with others, cooking simple delicious nutritious food (lots of cookouts on the shore, next to one magnificent waterfall after the next), and, most importantly, getting quiet in the mind.

it took us about three days to quiet ourselves from the hustlin’ pace of living in the fast lane (well…. let’s face it, anywhere in the good ol’ U.S.A. is much faster than anywhere else, to live).

i’ll have more to say about my experiences in newfoundland in my upcoming posts.

before leaving for our sail i made it a goal of mine to spend some time after returning to learn how to get this blog of mine out into the public’s eye. so that’s what i’ll be learning in these next weeks. always something to learn! always! i’m also working on my spanish, something i’ve been enjoying and speaking more and more over the past years, but…unless i practice daily, it all goes out the window (there was not much opportunity of speaking spanish up in “the rock” as the newfies call their country).

this life is so filled with possible adventures…all we have to do, like malte, my new friend from denmark, is to pack our bags and hop aboard a boat and go somewhere new. of course not all of us can do that, literally. but we can, however, metaphorically do it. we can “pack our bags” by making a decision to make space in our lives for something new. we can “hop aboard a boat” by setting a goal, then unfurl our sails (by choosing to direct our energies toward that special something new) and … finally … we’re cast off, setting out on our new life adventure, simply by one day deciding to do it!

go somewhere new, somewhere different!

go somewhere new, somewhere different!

breathe…enjoy…take a chance and go some place different (in your mind, at least!) that you’ve always wanted to go. you CAN do it! how? just by giving yourself permission to do so. and then…surround yourself with people, situations, affirmations, visualizations, activities, etc. that reinforce the positive decision, and the adventurous destination you’ve chosen.

congratulations on opening your mind, opening your heart.

lordflea with daphne...we are all capable of being living a mythical journey...just do IT!!

lordflea with daphne...we are all capable of living a mythical journey...just choose, and then do it!! don't think! just do.

how exciting it is to experience something totally, absolutely, mind-blowingly different from what we know as “normal everyday life.” what an incredible adventure life is, this journey, with you all as my fellow crewmembers. i’m very thrilled to be alive, especially at this time, this amazing time when so many vital things are happening that will forever influence the evolutionary course of all humankind. think about that for a moment, why don’t cha?

with love, in the Light, your pal lordflea

greetings,

the biggest enjoyment in my life is to be at sea. i simply adore the roar and the pulse and the movement, the flow of the ocean. the sea was my first spiritual teacher. i am at one with the sea when i am near Her, on Her, in Her.

being a sailor of the seven seas, here’s one of the ways i’ve expressed that nearness to the sea:

benevolent sea, benevolent storm

benevolent sea, benevolent storm

 

we’re off on another sailing adventure, this time to Newfoundland! we’ll be aboard a sturdy 70 footer, with our dear friends who gypsy around on this planet’s true medium, the Sea. they’ll be meeting us at the Deer Lake airport. hopefully we’ll find some nice isolated coves that will be a safe anchorage for our boat, and we’ll have opportunities to hike and camp, and get to know the “Newfies” as they call themselves.

be well, blog-friends, i’ll be back in two weeks! ship ahoy!

in the Light, lordflea

hi everyone,

for a while there we all felt like singing, to the melody of “the twelve days of Christmas”…on the fourth day of Fay-ay, my true love gave to me. but then she (the hurricane that dissipated into a tropical storm) finally inched her way westward. we had mucho precipitation, but thankfully no major damage.

basically, Fay was a snoozer.

even if she had decided to become a tyrannical twister-sister killer of a tempest, this is what i did, as i always do, in face of any hurricane approaching — big or small, fast or slow (these storms are so unpredictable–a tropical storm today can be a killer in the next few hours).

  • fill my bathtub with water (most important of all!)
  • check to make sure i have lots of flashlights, and batts
  • cook until my ass falls off, or the fresh food is used up, so we have nicely prepared, good tasting, healthy food instead of canned stuff
  • lash down or bring in anything that can fly away
  • stay inside to not get my head sliced off by others’ flying debris
  • have a pile of good books, magazines, and a deck of cards close by for all the hours of waiting waiting waiting that any storm demands
  • remember to LAUGH and have fun, even when the winds get crazy (you can always build another house, but staying alive is the point!)

once those preparations are done, i practice the most difficult thing of all, which i spoke of in my last post — let go let God.

storm waters flooding, a challenge for all to remain calm when things get drastic

storm waters flooding, a challenge for all to remain calm when things get drastic

by God of course i mean “Good-Orderly-Direction” not any anthropomorphic bearded deity in the sky, or beyond. another way of saying this is, as one of my yoga teachers says, ‘let go let good.’

i always thought the name God must have come from the word good. but my source book for etymology (study of where words originate), the Chambers dictionary (published in the U.K.) says, “from a Germanic root guth, God, and quite distinct from good.”  so if anyone happens to know more specific origins of this ubiquitous name for the Supreme Being, this name we say in English, God, I’d be very curious. thanks. I’ve tried googling it, but it’s very confusing, this word. it’s just another name, anyway, for an totally incomprehensible thought, a Divine Being such as Jehovah, Yahweh, Allah, Deus, etc. the names given for this concept in all the many tongues of humankind.

a young friend of mine, Marshall, who also practices meditation, and has found guidance in the awareness teachings of Thich Nhat Hanh, happened to ask me this question yesterday, which i thought most provocative. i wish i had had the insight to ask this question, when i was first started off on my spiritual journey. but i wasn’t so lucky to find a trusted teacher until much later than Marshall.

as we spoke of living the spiritual life Marshall asked me: “what about doubt?” to which i could only answer that, for me, the decision to embrace the Truth that this life we all live is a spiritual one, and we are all spiritual beings having a human experience, is based on my inner experiences. when i began to sit for meditation it was the first step in taking the most important journey of my life. the places i journey to inwardly are unspeakably beautiful, fulfilling, and blissfully all-encompassing. meditation is the best way i’ve found to plug into the true energy of this existence we call life. we only have our own experiences to rely on, really.

we have all the answers, all the proof, within our own Inner Self

we have all the answers, all the proof, within our own Inner Self

BUT…and i forgot to mention this to Marshall (i hope he reads it here) i am very fortunate to have had another source of reference, that, years ago, put my ever-questioning mind at rest about whether or not this life really is about tuning into the spiritual, psychic, ineffable energy surrounding us. this experience of mine came at the moment of my father’s death, from cancer. i was with him at the end. he had always been a self-proclaimed agnostic, never sure of anything concerning the God-question. when he finally arrived at the end of his disease-destroying struggle, Dad began to leave his body. his consciousness would just … slip away, quite literally. i was there in the room with him to witness his uncanny sojourns into other realms, planes-of-being to which i could not venture, and could hardly fathom.

Dad was swaying as if flying, with his arms out-spread, making coo-ing noises that sounded enjoyable, on his part. i was quite startled, looking at this big, generally down-to-earth man with an oxygen tube hooked up to his nose, all six-feet-five of him, looming over his bed as if he were a gigantic Icarus in earthbound-flight. all i could do was just sit and watch, and make sure Dad didn’t fall and hurt himself. it was quite evident he wasn’t in his “right mind” because his eyes were totally out of focus. he didn’t respond when i called his name. it was as if he were in another realm altogether, from the one we shared, physically, in that little bedroom in St. Augustine, Florida.

after some time, Dad folded his “wings” and gradually sank gently onto the bed. i got him lying prone, and comfortable. then i sat by his head, waiting, watching. slowly, i saw the flicker of consciousness return to his eyes. with his eyes wide opened, and obviously, again “conscious,” he turned to me and firmly but softly said, without the least hint of disbelief:

“it really is true. we are all one. what a shame some people don’t get to know it until too late.”

when dad finally came all the way back into his body, i was there, sitting patiently, waiting. until he recognized me at his side, i was tingling with the sensation that my father had given me such a gift! a gift by virtue of me witnessing his experience. i felt like a journalist who objectively sees, then later reports, a factual event. my heart and mind were filled with bursting energy–call it gratitude, call it an epiphany–whatever it was it was BIG, because my dad, in his pre-death flight plan-check, had inadvertantly shown me PROOF of something i had only suspected all my life. that we are, indeed, all ONE.

Dad finally noticed me sitting by his side. he had spoken no words yet since his uncanny pronouncement. it was as if he were awakening from a long nap. i gently said, “hey dad, do you remember what just happened?” he shook his head no. i said, “well you just went off on some kind of trip. maybe you went scouting, out of your sick body to where you’re headed for next, i don’t know, but you said:”

‘it really is true: we are all one. what a shame some people don’t get to know it until too late.’

Dad’s eyes grew wide. he looked at me, who simply reported what he had himself just said, what he had just witnessed. he believed me. he had to.

my very own father looked at me, amazed beyond belief. “no kidding’ he said. “i said that?” i wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d added, “son of a bitch!” but instead, he remained silent, thinking, wondering …

to this day i accept that experience with my father as a special gift i was given by him, of witnessing his psyche preparing to pass into the next realm (he left his body for good the very next afternoon). for two reasons i believe this experience a benevolent gift: first to give him, my Dad, assurance and comfort, in his quickly approaching passing-over, by the mere fact of my being able to report back to him what he’d told me, what he himself saw and experienced, this ONENESS he spoke of. it was he who had seen IT, felt IT, experienced IT; that fact alone must have given my dad as much comfort as i, a mere reporter, a bystander.

and secondly, i feel that my father gave me the gift of truly believing in something that, up until Dad’s handing me this undeniable PROOF, had been about me having faith that we are all One. true, i’d already suspected as much, from my nothing-less-than-cosmic meditation experiences, but — just like everyone who thinks about these things — you really have to rely upon faith, because Oneness is not scientifically prove-able (not yet! but i hear scientists are closing in on the metaphysics).

for me, i have more than faith. i know beyond a shadow of a doubt that everything is connected, thanks to Dad, thanks to trusting my own inner experiences i continuously have, both in and out of a “formal” meditative state. all of life becomes a higher awareness, when we see, feel, and imbibe the Truth, the Oneness of All. we are all part of the web of life, and everything that happens to One, happens to all.  

in my next post i want to talk about the importance of keeping things LIGHT, how laughter and joy are true signals of right spiritual understanding. with all this information i share with you, i give it with love, with my blessings, but also remind everyone that having spiritual experiences makes one’s life filled with tremendous energy: we have entered the realm of great mysteries, and remarkably genuine joy. that true inner bliss is what all humans have as our birth-rights is part of the Mystery. all we have to do is reach within our own beings to discover we’ve had that joy all along. and then we can laugh and enjoy the play … the Oneness.

the waterfall of life; we are all like drops of water within the Flow of Oneness -- enjoy the ride, and smile with the pleasure of being-cared-for

the waterfall of life; we are all like drops of water within the Flow of Oneness -- enjoy the ride, and smile with the pleasure of being-cared-for

if i don’t get to make another post soon, you’ll know it’s because i leave on tuesday (day after tomorrow) to join friends up in Newfoundland on their 70 foot sailboat. we’ll be exploring the southern coast of that glorious Canadian country, anchoring in isolated coves, backpacking and camping whenever we can safely leave the boat. i’ll bring my camera, but there is no phone service, and no computers where we will be. i’ll let you know how our adventure goes when i return.

meanwhile, know that i send love and Light to each and every one of you, lordflea

singing our song of Oneness

“it really is true. WE ARE ALL ONE. what a shame some people don’t get to know it until too late.” 

we are all ONE

we are all ONE