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…by the Work of Javier Cruz and found a connection to "all that is" when witnessing his approach to the Groove…..

I have my own bag…

…and I try to give it a face…

…but I find myself rushing…

…and I forget the worth of my own bag…

…and I loose my Center…

…and compare myself with others…

…and make needless judgements…

…but a Silent part of me is Listening….

 
…and a voice from my crowded mind reveals…..

….The Voice is mirrored in my Beloved…..

…and I am reminded that I am free to continue to create my own bag….

 

…a full plate of life experience recently with refill upon refill expected in the future and beyond…I have to let out a big ol' sigh and answer to the call and get it on…these are the clues that unfold with the Mystery.  After my return from up North I have been immersing myself back into the life that plays here.  I have received a big commision recently and the completion of the Chapel is in sight and we will be having our Grand Opening in February…tiling, painting, landscaping, finishing up …along with completeing upteen pieces for my November solo show in Pozos adds to this full to the max plate…Trust is always the key…always has been…always will be…I just need to get out of the way and ride!

…that's where I have been today.  I am amidst a mosaic job in San Miguel on a rooftop in the ritzy side of town.  There was a wireless outlet and I was tapping in from time to time to this amazing barage of emails that I was getting.  The electronic avalanche had been fueled by the Rajneeshpuram Residents page on Facebook and all the chatter going back and forth between friends and acquaintances from 30 years ago.  I often find myself playing the curmudgeon in this group.  I just try to keep things a bit honest and I just can't go to LaLa Land concerning the Rajneesh Community that I was very much a part of.  Now as I reflect, I feel a tug at the heart from a period of my life that was absolutely priceless and full of intrigue and Mystery…a Divine Play being enacted on the high desert hills of Oregon.  We were such a crew of swaggering misfits…it was really something to behold…we felt like we were sitting on Top of the World!  In many ways we were and ironically…I still find myself in similar situations and I often marvel how I got there.  How many people have had the opportunity to play air guitar in front of 100,000 people like I recently did while riding serpent coiled around an eight and one half foot anotomically correct heart?  I got to do that recently in Santa Barbara…so I raise a toast to life.  I raise a toast to all the friends in this life…such gratitude!

…..did I just say that while getting up from the couch this morning before breakfast?  This guy…I am alluding to me… is worn to the bone and back again.  We got home from the US on Thursday afternoon…somewhere along the journey I contacted a cold and I am feeling a bit weak…but let's get back to this Mother of God thing…I no longer consider myself  a Christian…the myth had too many holes…and seeing the clergy up close while in prep school damaged any belief that these guys had the power to change unlevened wafers into the body of Christ…I tried to be a Christian again in the late 70's while reading Thomas Merton…however it was obvious to me that he was getting ready to jump ship before his untimely death in a Bangkok bathtub…I guess that deep down there is a connection with what I call the divine feminine that was ignited by the love my Mother showered on me while pointing the way to a life of Art and Adornment…I still like to check in with the DF (Divine Feminine)…there is assurance in that contact…when I was a sannyasin with Bhagwan…I used him as a touchstone..it got me through the 70's and the 80's…but the events around him and his commune were tarnished somewhat and I found the DF was till there…waiting…lingering in the light..pointing the way..not to God per se, but a divinity..a godliness  that I savor….