Monday, December 2, 2013

Returning to God

We are spirit beings having a physical experience here as human beings. When we are ready to go home we know nothing here will distract us further. A silent mind will help us as the healing begins returning us to God.

When we can walk away from our notions where we see ourselves finding the perfect friends, the perfect partner, the perfect family our souls are ready. 

When a soul at last knows nothing here will bring the perfect love, understanding and comfort sought, and under no pile of riches will that love, immense joy and happiness be found, then that soul returns to God ending all sense of separation. In God we then find what we seek.

Centered in Gods love and knowing our own we can be a peaceful strong gentle caring friend, partner, family member.

The process begins when an energy awakens pouring through channels in our souls untangling of the knotted parts within. God returns us to Him one tangle at a time. A silent mind prevents our thoughts from interfering. It was our thoughts with their feeling putting the tangles there in the first place.

Mind body and spirit are one and inseparable. Untangling the spirit can change what we believe, what we feel and how we see ourselves. It can impact our bodies. God's work within proceeds at a pace we can tolerate. A silent mind is what we provide along with our willingness.

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Let's Give War a Chance

Melissa Tuckey shared this poem with us today.  A friend of hers shared it on Facebook. She was struck by the timeliness of it as our country considers widening its involvement in war. Faiza Sultan is an Iraqi Poet living in Seattle.  

Let’s Give War a Chance by Faiza Sultan
يَمشِي الحُبُّ
أبوابَ الخَنادِق
So that
Love can walk about
Barefoot, knocking at
The doors of trenches.
تَلبسَ الفَراشَةُ
واقِيَة الصدرِ
عِندَ بوَّابَةِ كُلِّ زَهرة
So that
Butterflies can wear
Chest armors
At the gate of every rose
تُكَشِّرَ الشمسُ
عن أنيابِها
ويَحتَرِقَ الليل
So that
The sun can bare
Its teeth
And the night can burn away
كم رَأساً
نحتاجُ لِنُفِيضَ نهر
So that
We can start counting down
The number of heads
We will need to overflow the river
قِصَصاً لِأَطفالٍ مُشوَّهِين
عن "مُفَخَّخةٍ فِي بِلادِ العَجَائِب"
So that
We can tell the tales
Of disfigured children
About “A booby-trap in the lands of wonders”
بِأجسادٍ مُنتَفِخَةٍ بِالأحلام
على أرصِفَةٍ سَوْداء
So that
We can stumble over
Corpses bloated with dreams
On dark sidewalks
نرى الوَطَنَ
مِثلَ السَفَّاحِيَطعَنُ أيَّامَنَا
على فِراشِ الحُلُم
So that
We can witness the nation,
Like a murderer, stab our lives 
On a blanket of dreams
كَيْ نرى
الدُولارَ يتَسَكَّعُ
مع امرأةٍ جميلة
فِي ليلةٍ خانِقة
So that we can see
Dollars flirting
With a beautiful lady
In a choking night
تَفرِشَ الأمُّ
جناحيها علىأطفالٍ مَذعورينَ
وتَلتقِطَ القنابِلَبِأدعِيَتِها
So that
A mother can
Spread her wings over her petrified children
And catch bombs with her prayers
كَيْ تتَسَلَّلَ الوحدَةُ
وتحتَضِنَ الأرامِل
So that loneliness can sneak in
And hold the widows in its embrace
نَسمَعَ العَويلَ
مِن عَصافِيرَ
So that
We can hear the wailing
Of sparrows
Whose nests have turned to ashes
نتَخَثَّرَمعَ الدمِ
فِي سِجِلٍّ بارِد
So that
We can clot with blood
And be left as numbers
In a cold record
يُوشَمَ السِياسِيُّون
عاهاتٍ سوداء
على جبينِهِمُ
So that
Politicians can be tattooed
With dark blotches
On their foreheads
Of religiosity
قنابِلَ بشَرِيّة
خلفَأسوارِ الدين
So that
We can catch
Human bombs
From behind the walls of religion
نقترِبَ مِن الموتِ
ونتَحَسَّسَأظافِرَهُ البَشِعةِ
فِي ظُلْمَةِ الوطَن
So that
We can draw closer to death
And feel its disgusting claws
In the nation’s darkness
كَيْ نبقى
في نُقطَةِ دَمٍ
سقَطَت مِن سُرَّةِ
So that we can remain
In a drop of blood
That has fallen from the navel
Of history
ننامَ ونَحلُمَ
بِحُروبٍ جديدة
So that
We can sleep and dream
Of new wars
تبقى أغانِي الحرب
كعُشِّ الزنابِيرِ
في ذاكِرَتِنا
So that
The songs of wars can remain
Echoing in our memories
Like a hornet’s nest
نَسرِقَ لحظَةَ حُبِّ
سقَطَت سَهْواً
مِن جُثَّةِ مجهولةِ الهَوِيّة
So that
We can steal a moment of love
That fell off inadvertently
From an unidentified body
ننشُرَ الذُّعرَ
في قُلوبِ اليَماماتِ
وهِيَ تُصلِّي
So that
We can spread horror
In the hearts of doves
As they pray
نُلصِقَ وردَةً
على جُثّةِ كُلِّ شهيدٍ
لم يَتَمنَّى الشهادة
So that
We can stick a rose
On the corpse of every martyr
That did not wish for martyrdom
نُلوِّنَ العالَمَ
بِلونٍ جديد
من الدمِ
So that
We can paint the world
With a new color
Blended with
And Insanity
نستَقبِلَ في بُيُوتِنا
لا نَعرِفُهُم
يحمِلونَ نُعوشَنا
So that
We can welcome in our homes
Unknown to us
And who carry our coffins

Friday, August 16, 2013

Summer Lightning

My arms and hands tingled during a thunder storm a little over a week ago, as I had to run several hundred feet through water along a dirt road back to my house during a torrential downpour. The tingling didn't stop until I arrived on my front porch under the porch roof. Lightning flashed with instantaneous thunderous claps. I was the only little spiky thing sticking up in the middle of an open area when all the tingling began. Feeling like a small lightning rod I kept moving. Some of my neighbors lost routers and other electronic equipment.

Here is some of the science behind all of that. For the purpose of this blog I am concerned only with cloud to earth electrical activity. You do not need a solid understanding of electromagnetism or thermodynamics to read this post.

Much research is still needed to nail every thing down as fully understood. However, what I write here is fine for us mere mortals.

A large dark grey cloud had just rolled in overhead. A charge separation had taken place within the cloud aggregating the negative charges at the bottom of the cloud. These charges induced a shift in charge placement within the earth's surface, placing the positive charges (positrons) near the earth's surface under the cloud.

A positron streamer found its way up me.  Likely the trees, and the building in the area were sporting streamers, as well. My streamer is what caused the tingling sensation in my arms and hands.

Now the thunder cloud sends out negatively charged leaders. These can strike downward towards a streamer. The air contains an uneven distribution of impurities creating paths of varying resistance to electrical current. The leader will follow the path of least resistance creating the branched step leaders of what we think of as lightning. When leader connects with streamer a plasma channel is formed. Keep in mind plasma is what constitutes stars. Owing to resistivity considerations the leader may ignore the forty foot tree's streamer in favor of the tiny human being running up the muddy dirt road.

Once the plasma channel is formed a blinding flash occurs as positrons flow from the ground up to the cloud to equalize the charges. The temperature is close to that of the sun's surface. A shock wave extends from the lightning strike outward knocking anyone in the vicinity out cold. To complicate matters a lightning strike sends out an electromagnetic pulse (EMP) scrambling electronic equipment. Sometimes shutting the equipment off completely before restarting will restore proper hardware state, if nothing is completely fried.

All ended well for me, but not so well for some neighbors who lost routers and switches.

Monday, July 8, 2013

My Reason for Joining One Billion Rising for Justice

Oppressing half the world's population is the largest and most pervasive form of oppression there is.  Rape and beatings are symptomatic of how greatly we as women and girls are devalued.  We must change this as our priority. For in liberating ourselves we liberate all. When people over the world value women and girls as themselves it will be impossible to maintain any oppressive system that would devalue anyone. Here are some other heartfelt and remarkable views:

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

The Solution

God will work with each of us bringing us home to Him one tangle at a time.

A Wiser Solution

Perhaps we can turn to God for unconditional love and understanding, sparing our friends and family.


In a relationship we hold expectations both known and unknown without agreement on either side. Do we have the wisdom to forget our needs and simply love?

The Game of Image

We see in others
what we want to see
and others show us
what they feel
we may love.

We conceal
our tender selves
within our forts,
behind our walls.

Can we ever know
one another. Can we see
in another's eyes
the flow where pretense
does not speak.

When we fall in love,
or make a friend
do we love a portrait
in the end - a collaboration
of two? Can we grow
as we discover who



In mindfulness focusing on steps to a goal, anger melts. Tasks rest in each working moment. The end arrives in understanding patience.

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Today's Beginning

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Going Home

The excerpts below are taken from a Facebook discussion that might be of general interest. Rich Rose was the pastor of our church.

   Barbara Pease

     I find it easy to feel compassion for someone's suffering as long as I am not the target of their    wrong doing. It is a great quote but without a manual on how to feel compassion for someone who is persecuting you or who has wronged you in someway, the quote will just remain a great quote and an ideal.

     I have found that transcendent experiences of the divine show me the only way to end my    suffering is to let God untangle all the knots in my soul with his own energy pouring up through all the channels of my soul to restore me to the being he created. It feels like an ethereal fluid of pure love, comfort and compassion.

     Letting this happen is best done with a silent mind. Before anyone writes me off, many Hindus believe this and I think Buddhists also believe something like this. When a soul is fed up with all the false beliefs of finding the perfect friends to love, the perfect partner, the perfect family the soul is ready. When a soul at last knows nothing here will bring the perfect love and understanding sought, and under no pile of riches will love and happiness be found, then that soul is ready to return to God and end all sense of separation. It is at that point the kundalini energy is awakened and the purification (the untangling of the soul's knotted energy) begins.

     I woke up this morning with so much energy flowing up through me, more than any time before. I just stayed in bed. God showed me all the tangles. There were many. I have a long way to go. Undoing some tangles seemed to exacerbate my coughing, so the whole thing is done gradually so I can physically remain in this world without too much physical suffering and also accept the new way I will become. Mind, body and spirit all affect each other. They are not separate. Undoing all the tangles I have put there with my perceptions, feelings and thoughts over the length of time I began my separation from God is essentially removing my personality, my earthly identity, everything I believe I am. This is not done lightly. God doesn't want to scare me half to death. We really believe in ourselves as we see ourselves. 

     Right now the tool I have to cope is to remember to love people without needing them. God told me that one: "Love them and need them not." I keep forgetting as I get caught up in the belief systems surrounding me. I have to keep reminding myself. In one frustrated prayer to Jesus I wanted to know what to do. I was so disappointed in people. I have to admit to being spoiled on God's steadfast, love, comfort, understanding and compassion. He told me to stay in God's love as I have been doing. That is what he said he did. That is how he survived. Although I don't feel his spirit was in tangles complicating his life. I know it is hard for me to stay centered. I have found praying, meditating, and being alone frequently to do this works. My physical illness has actually helped in that regard. I don't have God's understanding of each suffering soul, so I am flying blind. I just have to remember to not think or judge, and take my hurt feelings to God and bask in his love and nurturing and expect nothing from other people. If I forget myself and get caught up in the thinking of the world again I lose sight of God's love, put more tangles in my soul's channels and chakra, making myself miserable, reenforcing separation with even more tangled energy in my soul and creating more work for God to clean up my little thought messes. Writing this has helped me to refocus. Hopefully it can help someone else. I know this may look a little foreign, but it is not as foreign as one might think. God bless you all.

Friday, May 24, 2013

Game of Life

Love's Fire


Thursday, May 23, 2013

Watching Myself Think


Follow Your Hearts

emerald dusk

great blue heron

Love Meditation

lilac blossoms sway

Difficult Times

summer heat

a peaceful path

Saturday, May 18, 2013

Day's End

Sunlight painting
the tenement next door
fades into the alley's shadow.

Playing a haunting melody,
a saxophonist captures me
from a window open below.

I huddle on iron steps,
leaning into the wall -
the fire escape,

       my concert hall.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Nova Scotia Evening

My steps in a thickening dusk are lost
along the bottom of an aged forest floor
where darkness covers branch and moss.
I walk where few have gone before.

Hemlocks gathering before the wind
growing in darkened stands, limbs outright
and densely locking, harboring each its find -- 
its comfort within the embracing night.

A tree lies fallen in twisted branches.
Lichens creep as pale green sprites.
Hemlock yields to an earthen might.
In stillness, emerald moss advances.

Thrashing brush, wings beat in flight.
An owl awakens to begin the night.

Monday, May 6, 2013

Eternal Now

With silent minds we meet
in the sun by your kitchen door,
our moment now serene,
we hear the cry of your child,
and so much more.

Her Potential

Soaring high and free,
her sweet golden fire
melts winter's snow.
Deep in many hearts,
love is her firey flame,
beauty her inspiration.

Saturday, May 4, 2013

Being in the Moment

Friday, May 3, 2013

friends picking mushrooms





evening conversations



sun gentled mountains

anguish trapped

laughter's stories

a moment stolen

compassion's calling

hawks soar

three bucks

a goldfinch's song

evolution's dance

a moment mattering

wind playing with buds

a little boy cries

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Come Home to Me

Wind whispers in awareness.
Forever there is no time like now.
Feel free to ask me what I see.
Seeking comfort in compassion
and the deepest understanding,
we crave the constancy of love

Friday, April 19, 2013

A Cold Spring Dawn

Early spring's raw embrace,
images in cold wet drops,
speaking to where I've been,
and those I've seen -
lives tarnished
in grief's long gaze.
At dawn in blue light
I am awake another night.

Monday, April 15, 2013

Machine Talk

Machines still can not comprehend poets. I pressed the wrong button on my iPhone and had a wonderfully hilarious conversation.

iPhone: What can I help you with?

Poet: In raw wind scraped tundra, the snow spring sneers....relentless ice fire pouring across hell.

IPhone: I eschew theological disquisition.

Friday, April 12, 2013

A Pack of Two

Where I go
Whitey dashes
through the brush.
Hairy four pawed
laughter barks and jumps.
We roll down the hill.

Bobbing up and down
through tall grasses
she charges, grabs my foot.
I'm a toy, a friend.
I wrench free.

Fun touched
in sun washed fields,
we run furry, barking,
howling, yelping,
laughing we play.

Thursday, April 11, 2013


If in giving grace
we gave our tender love,
each from our own nobility
just because we live,
how would it be? Namaste.

Note: Namaste means "I bow reverently to you."

The Maze

Walking a maze, one hand trembling
holding a cup. Strangers speak.
He looks up. Hesitating, slowly,
forming words without meaning.
Bewildered eyes stare back.
A life lost - the secrets he keeps!

forest floor

on the forest floor
in tranquil moments we meet
friends picking mushrooms

evolution's dance

evolution's dance
spring peepers sing with bullfrogs
at night magic lives