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5 Minutes to Deep Peace on Thursday 9/13

September 11, 2007

You will be entertained at the very least and enlightenment is an option.

http://advancedmeditation.com/cmd.php?Clk=2095310

Thursday, 9/13, there is a teleconference call where you can learn more about this. There will be sample meditations and a chance at a free gift worth $400.

http://advancedmeditation.com/cmd.php?Clk=2095310 

Trust me. You want to try this. The IAM Meditations are the product of the fertile mind of Steven Sashen who is also responsible for much of the Shampoo Method we talk about here every day.

It’s completely safe. I’d trust this guy with my life.

This feeling, this is what we have all been looking for our whole lives. It’s like coming home.

Love, Ann  

Evolovution – Homo Caelestis, Homo Illuminatus?

May 11, 2007

An epoch will come when people disclaim kinship with us as we disclaim
kinship with the monkeys.

 -Kahlil Gibran, mystic, poet, and artist
(1883-1931)

 

I find that very reassuring.

Yesterday, we talked a little about Kurt Vonnegut’s vision of the future from Sirens of Titan.

Today, let’s talk about Spider Robinson, Arjuna Ardagh, Tom Robbins, Douglas Adams and others who weave their vision into their fiction and nonfiction writings, waking us all up a little bit at a time.

Yes, today I’m skipping obvious works on human illumination, such as A Course in Miracles, Starseed Transmissions, The Door to Everything, Celestine Prophecy, and Illusions.

Those books are obviously spiritual texts and people with spiritual inclinations read them. That’s fantastic. I’ve read all of them at least 5 to 10 times each. The experience of bliss and connection that comes with reading them is worth many repetitions.

And yes, if I start including epic fantasy & science fiction, especially films, there is a whole ‘nother list of works begging to be included, and rightly so. (Mental Note: be sure I have the reading & film lists on a Page here.)

The ones I’m writing about are almost mainstream. Most of them are fiction. And anyone might read them. That’s what I hope this blog is, and what the book written from it becomes.

WARNING: SPOILERS FOR NEARLY EVERY BOOK LISTED

But what do the following books have in common with the first list? And what is different? 

The StarDancer trilogy, MindKiller, Time Pressure, DeathKiller, The Callahan’s Crosstime Saloon series, Translucent Revolution, Jitterbug Perfume, Hitchiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, and Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency.

All but Translucent Revoluition are fiction, right?

Well, yes, if you say so.

And Translucent Revolution is just kind of a documentary about enlightened companies and their work, right?

Sure, if you say so.

Look deeper.

Spider Robinson, Arjuna Ardagh, Tom Robbins and Douglas Adams, though I confess I’m stretching a little on including him, postulate not just a better world, but evoloved* humans. People taking some kind of evolutionary leap.

Well, then why am I not writing about the immortal Robert A. Heinlein today, also?

Honestly, because my mind boggles at the task. 

Blogging about the evolutionary perspectives of the inestimable Robert Anson Heinlein deserves a few blogs devoted solely to him.  Heinlein heavily influenced Spider Robinson.

Still, for me, somehow, Robinson is the one who took the evolution leap about things most clearly. Yes, Stranger in a Strange Land and others included some enlightened sexuality & telepathy. Grok would not even be a word if it weren’t for Heinlein, but Robinson does it a little differently. I somehow feel his worlds are a little more healed, a little clearer. And he often includes the story of a rape victim who benefits from a different perspective.

But let’s start with Douglas Adams.

Why?

Because Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy starts with the demolition of Earth.

For things to really change, something must die. We have to clear the clutter of the old before there is room for something new. Death and rebirth are twins.

Arthur Dent is understandably upset that there is a yellow bulldozer advancing down his garden path bent on destroying his home. The beauty of it is that at the same time, the Vogon constructor fleet is advancing across the solar system to demolish the Earth to make way for a hyperspace bypass.

As above, so below.

I recently learned that there is a home in England that the owner refused to surrender to make way for a bypass (highway). I have to wonder if this is part of the inspiration for the story, and whether Ian Anderson’s song about a farm on the freeway was similarly inspired.  

Dent is in his bathrobe, bleary-eyed from a night at the pub railing against the lack of notice and injustice of the proposed demolition. I have to tell you that this is what I read when I am depressed.

My depression, like Cricket’s, is downright perky. Most people wouldn’t notice that I was depressed, usually. But when it happens, I can’t get past the part where:

 “”Yellow,” he thought. The word yellow wandered through his mind in search of something to connect with.

Fifteen seconds later he (Arthur Dent) was out of the house and lying in front of a big yellow bulldozer that was advancing up his garden path.”

I giggle just inserting that here.

(There is a God. The whole thing seems to be on the net now. See http://www.globusz.com/ebooks/Hitchhikers/00000012.htm)

I could write a book on H2G2. But my purpose is to point out that Adams writing points to human evolution. In fact, in the very next paragraph:

“Mr L Prosser was, as they say, only human. In other words he was a carbon-based life form descended from an ape. More specifically he was forty, fat and shabby and worked for the local council. Curiously enough, though he didn’t know it, he was also a direct male-line descendant of Genghis Khan, though intervening generations and racial mixing had so juggled his genes that he had no discernible Mongoloid characteristics, and the only vestiges left in Mr L Prosser of his mighty ancestry were a pronounced stoutness about the tum and a predilection for little fur hats.”

That’s about how much homo caelestis (Spider Robinson’s term) and homo illuminatus (Arjuna Ardagh’s term) are likely to relate to us. It’s pretty much a matter of perspective. Or, as Douglas Adams wrote:

“Ford Prefect knew that it didn’t matter a pair of dingo’s kidneys whether Arthur’s house got knocked down or not now. “

 

“What the caterpiller calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.”

 – Richard Bach, Illusions

 

The reason I hesitated to include Adams, is that his version of what is next is more of the same world we know, but on a galactic scale. But then, that is one way to get started thinking about humanity’s Next Step.

Adams talks about evolution this way:

“The History of every major Galactic Civilization tends to pass through three distinct and recognizable phases, those of Survival, Inquiry and Sophistication, otherwise known as the How, Why and Where phases. For instance, the first phase is characterized by the question “How can we eat?” the second by the question “Why do we eat?” and the third by the question “Where shall we have lunch?” 

Hence, the third book is called The Restaurant at the End of the Universe

 

Tom Robbins’  Jitterbug Perfume is about immortality.

Mmm hmm. Just that.

However, he still has us in these same bodies. They can just do more.  

It is very clear that Robbins is a student of rebirthing breathwork, specifically the sort evoloved by Leonard Orr. Orr taught, still teaches, four element purification – earth, the body; air, the breath; fire, sex; and water, the emotions. Wiggs Dannyboy pontificates on each in the book. It’s pure Orr. I’ve studied him. Leonard Orr wrote Physical Immortality. Good topic for a Scorpio man.

Alobar and Kudra follow practices that are meant to clear the body, mind and spirit for rebirth.

The book begins with Alobar finding a grey hair in his beard. In his pre-Christian kingdom, as soon as the king shows signs of age, he is killed and a new, young king is chosen. At Beltane, by the way.

Alobar rebels against tradition and escapes with the help of his concubine, Kudra. I haven’t read this one in a while, though I’ve read it through many times. Somewhere along the line, he mates with Wren, as well. (Polyamory, yes.)

Eventually, Alobar and Kudra learn to dematerialize and show up somewhere else. Robbins describes how they kind of fade from one place and into another. Pan, the god of the rut, the goat god, the God that Christianity blasphemously turned into our modern day devil, has done the same, but for different reasons. No one believes in him any more. All the nature spirits are dying because we’ve ignored them.

No wonder we have sexual issues in our culture! But don’t get me started. Read Robbins. Read Heinlein. Read Robinson. That’s a whole ‘nother book. Read other blogs for more on this.

Immortality may not be the immortality of this particular body that we seem to currently be in. In fact, I’m pretty sure it’s not. But all of these authors point to some kind of trancendence, something beyond the body and a way of continuing our awareness and evolving – that death is not something to be feared. It’s just the Next Step. That’s one of the things I love  about Steven’s IAM Meditation, Zooming in on Death.

This is not “I hate my body, so I’ll deny it” of some types of aceticism. This is more from love than fear. I love my life, how do I continue to enjoy it, increase my awareness of what is possible, connect more with others?

So, again, I won’t try to reproduce every enlightened thought in the book here. Read it for yourself.

Arjuna Ardagh uses the term homo illuminatus in his book Translucent Revolution to indicate human beings whose Light is shining brightly and clearly through them and into the world. You won’t believe some of the people on his list. Obviously, Eckhart Tolle, Byron Katie and the Dalai Lama fit that, but Sam Walton? George Zimmer? Hmm.

Enlightenment in business, education, relationships and several other areas of life are the organization of Ardagh’s book. Sidebars debunk various spiritual myths that many new agers still believe, like that if you’re enlightened you don’t have health problems anymore. Hmm, ask some of the world’s most famous enlightened beings about that sometime.

Ardagh has a new book out, too. I haven’t read it yet. But I imagine I’ll be letting you know what I thought, as soon as I do.

In Translucent Revolution we have real life, current day examples of what it would look like to live from love instead of fear. To treat others as we would be treated. To understand that “other people” are really just aspects of ourselves. That this is One World, One Heart, One Mind.

If you’re looking for a job, his list is a great place to start.

So Ardagh’s book is about how some of us are sharing enlightenment now in our work, our families, our educational systems, etc. 

 

Spider Robinson, oh Spider Robinson!

You know, I have spent a lot of the last 6 or 7 years reading Spider Robinson, just amazed that I didn’t find some of them sooner. I check the copyrights and some of them have been out for 20 years. Ah well. Timing is everything and this must have been mine.

http://www.spiderrobinson.com/

I’m not going to include his latest  greatest, Variable Star in this blog. I think that’s another one that will get a blog of its own someday. And I’ve only read it once – so far. It’s written from an outline found in the estate of Robert A. Heinlein.

God seems to speak to me through my computer battery these days. Oh, I’m plugged in to a wall outlet, but the battery is blinking and the connection is being weird and I was just thinking how I should go get some salad for lunch before it gets too late.

sigh

Spider Robinson’s Callahan books, as well as DeathKiller  (a combination volume of MindKiller and Time PressureTime Pressure is the one that skeptics and those who are afraid that joining minds with others would be the worst thing that could ever happen will want to read.) LifeHouse, and most especially StarDancer (all 3 volumes Star Dancer, StarSeed and StarMind) all have some kind of story about human evolution that echoes ACIM’s injunciton that “A sense of separation from God is the only lack you need to correct.”

StarDance is kind of the science fiction version of the books I did not include here today (A Course in Miracles, Starseed Transmissions, The Door to Everything, Celestine Prophecy, and Illusions.) There is more moral and spiritual evolution to Robinson’s ideas.

“Forgiveness shows us that minds are joined.”

A Course in Miracles

Yes.

Some of us can digest truth best when disguised as fiction. That’s why I am attempting to write my story as fiction, too. We’ll see how that goes. I’m more of a blog writer, an email writer,  than a storyteller.

Minds really join in StarDance. In fact, they do so to save the planet, just like they did in the Callahan series. Robinson’s version of human evolution, and you’ll see that twice in this blog I have mistyped and written “evoloved.” When I read that, I decided to leave it. I think there’s something to the idea.

Robinson has the more “evoloved idea,” as I see it. Tomorrow, I will post the Prologue to LifeHouse. It is something like the best erotica I ever wrote for myself. StarDancer is most clearly about evolovution (hmm). In DeathKiller (MindKiller & Time Pressure) the evolution has happened and humans of our ficton encounter humans from the future.

Since my computer has decided that it is lunch time, I’ll leave you to read it yourself. I’ve also blogged more about the details elsewhere.

This blog is searchable. There’s a box over there on the right. Type “Spider Robinson” or anything else you are interested in, and you can find things more easily.

Peace and long life, Ann

“We are One in the Spirit. We are One in the Lord.
We are One in the Spirit. We are One in the Lord.
And we pray that all Unity may one day be restored.
And they’ll know we are human by our Love, by our Love.
Yes, they’ll know we are human by our Love.
 

 -Learned in Chi Rho youth group in the 70’s.

Yes, they sang “Christian.” Same thing, said Pooh.

 

Doms, Gurus and Multiple Surrenders

January 26, 2007

Deep, deep inside me I crave surrender.

I think every woman does if you look deep enough.

(Every man, too, although perhaps the subjective experience is different.  I’d love to see Comments on that.)

Categorizing this blog, I was surprised to see all the topics that I had not yet put in the list, used or written about. I did a quick review of my last 30 posts or so, out of about 85 and didn’t find anything about Ds or surrender, really. Maybe I just haven’t gotten around to it and the first ones aren’t yet categorized. Some of this could be there.

I was really surprised that I didn’t have David Deida in the Categories list. Well, he’s there now. Welcome, David. I didn’t find Marianne Williamson there, either. Welcome, Marianne.

I touched on a lot of this in the post just before this one, and in small ways all through this blog. Remember when the title was “Grateful for Incest? Yes!”  No, most of you probably don’t. I changed it because it was bothering people, particularly my mother. I don’t promise not to publish a book with that title, or change it back or use it in some way. But for now, it didn’t seem attractive enough. I’m not trying to turn people off. I’m trying to turn you on.

The whole point of these writings is very close to the subject of power exchange and surrender. I’m almost overwhelmed to state that. My mind travels to so many, many places on this idea.

Surrender to God comes first. 

Every surrender is surrender to God.

I surrender to write, eat, drink, bathe, defecate, read, learn, teach, make love. What is not, in its essence, a form of surrender?

Let me make it clearer, just in case.

In writing I surrender to words flowing through me.

Eating and drinking I take God into my body and surrender to the changes.

Bathing.

Sing hey! For the bath at close of day
that washes the weary mud away
A loon is he that will not sing
O! Water Hot is a noble thing!

                 – JRR Tolkien

Bear with me, this is going to be a very musical blog.

Defecation is a classic symbol of surrender, letting go. Anal sex is the same way. Might be part of why I like that so much.

Reading, learning and teaching all change us, whether we want them to or not. We cannot hear something new and not be changed by the knowledge of it. No way.

In teaching, ideally, I get out of the way and let Spirit flow through me.

Making Love

Ah, now we are getting somewhere!

Let me define a couple of terms first.

God – In most religious mythologies, including the Christian one, God is the Creator.

According to me, Heinlein, and many other mystics, in my own words, “God is the Whole that is greater than the sum of the parts.”

Sex – What is sex for?

Even the Christian churches say sex is for . . . CREATION.

I may not have sex in order to create babies (ever) but the potential is there and sex is a very creative act of surrender. Male or female. We let go or we do not come. The more we let go and surrender, the more blissful the experience.

I should interject here with some discussion of whether or not we can “cause” this surrender. No. Not really.

A Zen master said that enlightenment is an accident. Meditation just makes us accident prone.

Same thing with any blissful experience. Which experience is not blissful? I can’t find any. I’ve been blissed out on so many things and see the possibility in every single moment.

While I must surrender, I cannot actually cause surrender or control the depth of it, really. All I can do is practice and become … hmm… surrender prone.

What does this have to do with Doms & Gurus?

Well, quite a bit. I am submissive sexually. It’s not my only sexual expression. In fact, I can Domme when I choose, although I rarely choose to anymore. I got kind of burned out on that dating male-to-female submissive crossdressers. Four years of that left me wanting deeply to be the girl and the submissive. I enjoy vanilla sex, too. Although, I’m not quite sure what that would really be for me. I’m not even vanilla in missionary position. I have references.

Back to Doms and Gurus.

Last Friday morning, I spent a couple of really good hours crying at Jared’s place. He has turned the office into a temple room. It’s beautiful. So, sitting there with Christ and about a dozen other enlightened masters as my witnesses, I cried about the longing to surrender, and how to best do that.

I used to live there. Jared was going to sell the place, so I moved out and into Joy’s place. Then he changed his mind and I realized I had moved out of the ashram. I, who crave spiritual community, living with like-minded others, had just moved out of the seed of one. I still don’t quite get that. Oh, alright, his place is the “men’s house.” But there is more to it than this.

Jared swore brahmacharya vows to Swami Vishwananda in London in October. I wanted very badly to be there. I could have, practically speaking, but I was not seeing the open path. I’m sure there were reasons for that. I just couldn’t seem to find it at the time. I was so close, again. I was in Cork, Ireland just two weeks before. That story is blogged elsewhere.

What does it mean to take brahmacharya vows?

Everything. Total surrender. He vowed celibacy and obedience.

I’m a little jealous. I love Swami Vishwananda. I was there when Jared met him. We sat next to each other. Jared was crying his eyes out. I started, as I usually do, laughing hysterically.

There was a moment when I saw Swami hug someone.

The next coherent thought I had, and there was some measurable pause between thoughts, was something like, “I want to be loved like that.” I fell in love with Swami Vishwananda in that instant. I can never ever go back. We are responsible to what we know. I know love. I know surrender. I know what life and love can be. I cannot pretend I don’t. And yes, I’ve had similar experiences in a variety of contexts.

At the same time, I do not feel called, at this time, anyway, to swear celibacy and be a vegetarian, etc. Obedience? I’ve already sworn that in my heart.

When I saw Swami a second time, no, a third time, I saw him in Boulder in December, and chose not to wait in line for a personal darshan, but waited until the third time in Santa Fe with Joy.

“Well, I’ve got Joy, Joy, Joy, Joy, down in my heart.”

Sorry, Joy. Couldn’t be helped.   eg  I know you understand.

I knelt before Swami in Santa Fe with prayers in my mind. I had the thought, “I could surrender to this guru” followed immediately with, “I already have.” I knew this to be true. I have.

No, not at the expense of my own connection to God, not at all.

So far, it has done nothing but enhance that. I have been talking to Lena Phoenix, author of The Heart of a Cult (see previous blog) and her husband, Steven Sashen, author of The Anti-Guru Blog (see link to the right) about this. Swami is new. He’s 27. It is yet to be seen how he handles this power.

I told Jared that I don’t care how he handles his power. That’s his life. I cannot even get upset at the allegations of other gurus having sex with their devotees or at Rajneesh/Osho’s fleet of Rolls Royces.

Who cares???

It’s all good. And I know whereof I speak. If you are new to this blog, review the links on the right where I’ve done The Work of Byron Katie on incest. That may help you to understand. That’s what this whole thing is for. Do The Work on judgments of gurus and see what comes up, if you’re curious.

I want to share the inner peace, the joy, the gratitude that I have for surrendering to what is. What is, in my history, is that I went down on my father for several years. He penetrated me when I was an infant. A friend of his fucked me in the ass when I was 11.

So? 

It was not the end of the world, but the beginning. Ann, if a prelude to Anastacia, means “resurrection.” (see the Rise Again blog)

Back to Doms now. Where do Doms come in?

Well, that, children is a very good question.

It reminds me of the way Tom Robbins wrote about sex in Jitterbug Perfume. He says something about sex enters the picture, and goes off on a description of all the possible ways sex might enter the picture. Read the book. It’s juicy both spiritually and sexually, which is why he is one of my favorite authors.

I want to know where Doms come in. I want to know if I can hold the space of surrendering sexually, emotionally, physically, and more to a Dom who understands my need and my heart, who knows my spirituality and supports it.

Is there a context for this? Or would I be trying to serve 2 Masters?

I am sure that there will be doubts, challenges, stupidity, lessons, failures, experiences and resistances for me to go through. I will test and test and test again. I want to know my spiritual truth is supported by this additional surrender to a man, a human being, a lover and a Dom. If it isn’t, I’m outta there.

But not so fast. One step at a time. I may have met a man, a Dom, a spiritual heart who could potentially share this with me. It was the first and only time in my life that a man sent me something about David Deida before I sent it to him. Blew my mind. And I think he knows it.

Let us pray.

Amen, Ann

 “Sweet Surrender”

 by the immortal John Denver

Long may he live!

(with thanks to Jan Marszalek, my NLP teacher,

who ended every “12 Hour” workshop with a meditation and this tune)

Lost and alone on some forgotten highway
Travelled by many remembered by few
Lookin’ for something that i can believe in
Lookin’ for something that i’d like to do with my life

There’s nothin’ behind me and nothin’ that ties me
To somethin’ that might have been true yesterday
Tomorrow is open and right now it seems to be more
Than enough to just be there today

And i don’t know what the future is holdin’ in store
I don’t know where i’m goin’, i’m not sure where i’ve been
There’s a spirit that guides me, a light that shines for me
My life is worth the livin’, i don’t need to see the end

Sweet, sweet surrender
Live, live without care
Like a fish in the water
Like a bird in the air

Sweet, sweet surrender
Live, live without care
Like a fish in the water
Like a bird in the air

Lost and alone on some forgotten highway
Travelled by many remembered by few
Lookin’ for something that i can believe in
Lookin’ for something that i’d like to do with my life

There’s nothin’ behind me and nothin’ that ties me
To somethin’ that might have been true yesterday
Tomorrow is open and right now it seems to be more
Than enough to just be there today

And i don’t know what the future is holdin’ in store
I don’t know where i’m goin’, i’m not sure where i’ve been
There’s a spirit that guides me, a light that shines for me
My life is worth the livin’, i don’t need to see the end

Sweet, sweet surrender
Live, live without care
Like a fish in the water
Like a bird in the air

Sweet, sweet surrender
Live, live without care
Like a fish in the water
Like a bird in the air

Sweet, sweet surrender
Live, live without care
Like a fish in the water
Like a bird in the air

Sweet, sweet surrender
Live, live without care
Like a fish in the water
Like a bird in the air