How we understand ourselves, matters. Matters, materializes, changes the world of physical reality. How we witness life, changes what life is.

I understand myself as a guy who climbs really tall trees, amidst a dense forest. I push until I break into the light, and find… the night moon.

It is dark, with the subtle shine of moonbeams.
I have sat up here a long while talking with the moon, and after a moment she tickled my ear, and turned my head to look at fresh colors dancing on the horizon.
‘The new sun is rising’ come see…

I don’t know how open you are, do you?
I am learning ways of working with the body that transform thousands of years of esoteric practices. Combine the ideas of ‘weaving’ with ‘opening an accordion’, with ‘lighting on fire’. Use the imagery as a primary metaphor. The words… can get stuck.
Several world cultures have had windows on our ‘energetics’ and their practices combine remarkably well with… Rock ‘n Roll.
The dynamics of music theory, the influence of spinning orbs of light inside our bodies, and the chemistry of our DNA, are all parts of a more cohesive whole. We, humanity, learned to recognize them individually as if they were complete and separate fields of experience. We’re ready to drop the ‘baggage’, the husks of separation in which we’ve incubated our awareness.
Buddhism, Massage, and Sacred Geometry, Christianity, Shamanism, and corporate accounting, are and have always been part of a greater whole.

Our body. This planet. The Earth.
We are learning to see this grand being, and it is necessary to reconceive our wealth of experience and ‘practice’ in a broader vision. To weave together our perceptions, and allow an unfolding of… true Nature.
A birthing.

A YOGIC TALE
Three blind Yogis are dear old friends. They meditate together often, and lots of folks come to drink in their insights.
One day an Angel comes to them. She visits them often, and thus, they enjoy her company. Today, she has questions for them… which began with…
‘What is this?’

Each of them is confronted with something large to hold, and asked to describe it. The first finds a hard, rounded surface, with a sharp point on the end. He suggests it is a tool for digging.
The second feels a strong rubbery surface, larger than himself. As he spreads both arms wider than he can reach, and finds the object extending past his range, he suggests that it is the side of a home. It is warm, and strong.
The third feels a long hose, heavy and tough. ‘Excellent for channeling water..’ He offers.
Each of them is irritated with the other two for suggesting something so silly, after all, it is right here… in front of us to touch.
The Angel smiles softly. And encourages them to guide each other to feel the vantage they each found on their own.
They’d gotten so hung up on making sense of their initial impressions that they didn’t learn how to go beyond them, to appreciate what a totally different experience offers. First they had to let go of their preconceptions, and then they had to surrender enough to let another perspective guide them.
As they do, they learn to recognize… an elephant.

It is time to reinterpret thousands of years of experience from many spiritual, cultural and intellectual practices. Our awareness is, and has always been, destined to rebirth now. The integration is well underway. By seeing it – more - clearly, we help… ourselves… awaken.

I once worked on Wall Street as a computer Admin for a .com design firm. After nine months of not feeling joy, I left. My intuition, and the trees themselves, called me to become something full of love.
To follow my heart.
At the time, I was rather confused. I actually climbed up a high stair case to a dusty medical supply shop and bought myself a stethoscope. I began wearing it at work.
I could barely hear it.
Since then, I’ve studied Yoga intently, and learned to dance. The music in my soul has pushed me to sing and keep singing. I’ve drummed in the dark till I wept. I’ve passed many nights yearning to see through the haze of psychic visions, half-wondering if I was going insane.
I broke so deeply I lost trust in most of the things around me. I rejected the world I was raised within, and learned to listen further… until I ripped open more deeply still.
Nine years later, I am learning to turn around, and stare into what I called my past.

We live and think, in a flat land of our own creation. This world, Earth Tara Gaia is vaster than our conception of the galaxy, and smaller than our microscopes can see. The plants and seas are alive, with us, of one small layer, one energetic wave field of Gaia. Her body reaches down much further than we know how to measure, and emerges between vibrations that we ‘know’ only glimpses of.
We were not supposed to see more… yet.
Now.

To see something new, we have to relearn how to see.
The combination of every tradition I have encountered, has served to create enough perspective for me to see... the edge of ‘other’ dimensions that exist within our own bodies. These gifts of insight have been clear enough to allow the release of my former relationship to the isms and anities, from one of allegiance, to rhythms of dance.
Each is beautiful, when timed well. They are not what we are, but what we embody.
In English, we say I AM 34 years old, and I AM afraid. In Spanish, they say, ‘Yo tango 34 anos’ … I HAVE 34 years… and ‘Yo tango miedo’, I have fear.
Imagine this as a starting point. In the pages and perspective ahead, I do not intend to fight or patronize those who call themselves Christians, or Physicists. I DO intend to reframe their attention, and the fruits of their labors and faith. From one of being… to one of embodiment.

The shift in conception, enables us to move between the various fields of Earthly existence by choice.
Much of this is already happening. Some knowledge is widespread among circles of healing and transformation… Reiki, Indian Chakra meditation, Native American circle ceremonies, Shamanic Rites, and the many World Arts of The Breathe.
Some of my teachers have been more isolated, and even come from sources that face widespread consternation.
Some influences are so ubiquitous you hardly spend a day without encountering them, such as the One, Four, Five chord progressions of the Beatles.
And some of what I’ll share is so ‘out here’ that some of ya’ll may want to fight with me first, because accepting the full depths may shock you right out of your mind…
Dolphins guide our dreams. They have sets of humans to work with, and tend us like a garden. They know we’ll learn to see and thank them, in time.
And we have another set of beings who deserve our attention, and thanks. They are beings in charge of cleaning up hell.
Not only do I want you to believe me.
I want you to begin learning how to help.
Us.

*NOTICE*
In the course of every flow of evolution, there are ‘tipping points’, crucial steps that induce great leaps of change in perception and possibility. These points cannot be passed while other patterns of perception are given too high a priority.
The practices of competition, skepticism and greed have been dynamics for harnessing forces and channeling them in a manner that does less harm then the forces would otherwise do. The result induces more peace than we used to have.
We have harnessed competition to drive innovation, and explore teamwork. We have encouraged skepticism to raise the questions that open a wide range of intellectual insights. We have condoned greed, because it inspires activity which constructs culture.
This is quite apart from suggesting that the only way to inspire teamwork, industry, exploration and evolution itself… is by remaining deeply committed to these rather toxic, human conditions. We just used what was available, rather well.
We can do much better now.
If you, as a reader, remain too deeply committed to these, and similar patterns of conditioning, you will be closed to any idea or perspective that challenges your roots. If you can recognize such influences, and surrender them before you ‘know’ what you’ll become… you’ll become something much more interesting. And loving.
*END*

As I was saying… There are beings in charge of cleaning up hell. They are mightily frustrated with us for being so full of confusion, and dumping our hatreds, fears and pain onto the rest of the planet. It has always been their job to ‘compost’ our fear and rage. A humble role, very few humans even believe they exist. It is time to learn to change our patterns, to mature. Begin with gratitude. Its just a suggestion.
It is time to become more alive… we are going to… remember… how to dance.
When I say we, I do indeed mean all of us. We don’t all have to DO it right away. We just have to learn how to watch. The act of witnessing is an act of creation. That which we see becomes more real, within the world.
And we are the world.
And we are full of junk.
Psychic energies, the vibrations of Spirit, the flows of prana that dance between us all, carry the rhythms that create them. Fear, joy, dreams, frustration rage and passion, all have an existence of their own.
By embodying... and rechannelling... the same rage that causes children to kill, rage becomes less powerful for everyone. By turning it into a swirl of color, hate once lost within the demand that it bring old pain back to life… surrenders its essence back into the Earth.
Do you know that mushrooms often grow in piles of cow poop, or the remains of a rotting tree? They are an integral part of turning waste… into rich new soil.
This is how non-physical energies work as well.
We have orbs of spinning light in our bodies. These orbs transform hate… or they can. They connect us to our dreams… or they can if you choose to let them. They’ll spin and churn and dance and sing all day long if you learn to work with them. They’ll sit up and demand the best of you….
Wait, what am I talking about?
The Indians call them Chakras, ‘wheels of light’. The Mayans called them Kanak-Ol, centers of power. The Hebrew ‘Tree of Life’ teaches us to ascend Sefirah centers spiritually. Some of these are the same centers, understood from different cultural perspectives. And some are dormant to other visions… like the blind man who doesn’t feel his friends Elephant tusk, yet.
Each culture has its own energetic resonance. The energy fields of the University system, capitalist business, shamanic fire ceremonies, Tai Chi, and Slavic naturism actually exist within different ranges of vibration. These ranges overlap some, and extend into different ways of being. They are energetic keys, much like music is played in different keys of sound.
When I play the C chord on my guitar, I’m not alone. I resonate with every song that has ever used a C chord. The C# minor 6 chord is rarely played, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. Similarly, many cultures have a relationship with our heart center. They call it by many names, and know it in a wide variety of ways. Fewer cultures have explored the spinning orbs in our feet.
But we all have them.

A SIMPLE MEDITATION
Sit comfortably. Release expectations. Breathe.
The breathe breathes itself, ad the lungs will let our minds breathe them. It is a dance. As we learn to feel rhythms of breathing more clearly, we discover what rhythms and influences support our body, our minds and our spirts.
Sit a while with the intention to allow the breathe to do exactly what it wants to do, shallow or deep, long or swift. Watch it. Learn to pay attention.
As you feel the breathe balance, bring awareness to the body. At first, focus comes to areas that are sore, or uncomfortable.
Breathe in a manner that brings sweetness to each area of tension. As it works, focus on the relaxation. Breathe it in, and then shift attention to another area of feeling that calls you.
An edge emerges, where the body relaxes enough to focus on our energy body. At first the sensations are tangled, in tension. This is why attention begins, with the tension. Gradually, learn to unravel what you are feeling.
And as you do, it becomes increasingly apparent that we have spinning balls of light inside our body.
Begin with your heart. Feel it.

*NOTICE*
If you are numb, you have probably been through a lot of pain. The choice to go numb is a tough one, because by turning off pain, we also turn off pleasure. Over the course of many lives, the choice to avoid pain may become more dominant than the choice to follow, and embody, joy.
To choose to feel more deeply, we must rewire our rhythms, and be willing to face feelings we’ve been working hard to avoid.
Expect: To become more aware of physical and emotional pain if you follow this course. Intend to KEEP GOING, to learn how to breathe, and feel these pains meet even sweeter joy. To succeed, it is necessary to consistently surrender, to pray for help, and allow yourself to let go of old forms of security. To pass certain tipping points, we have to enter periods of not knowing.
If you maintain faith in this path, you will expand. Pains will diminish, and even disappear. You will learn to love learning, again, and again. You will increasingly find yourself saying ‘I love life.’
*END*

FLOWERS
Yogic students are often encouraged to meditate on the base of the spine, and imagine an energetic flow connecting the tailbone with the area above the crown of our heads. Imagine, above us, a lotus flower.
This focus teaches us to feel energy connecting the tail with this flower, and in turn, we learn to feel the flowers in between. Some of them may have been sleeping.

At first this meditation feels like we are ‘making up’ the images, and even the sensations that follow. The question ‘is this real, or my imagination…’ comes up a lot. Gradually, a whole new way of understanding ‘Imagination’ emerges.
The Flowers in our body are there whether we ‘think’ so or not. They are also much more full of potential than influence… until we learn how to see them.
The lungs will breathe, whether you control them or not. But when we learn to breathe consciously, and use our attention to deepen and strengthen our breathe, our lungs ‘turn on’ function and capacity that has been chillin on idle.
The Chakras are similar, and an order of magnitude more ephemeral.
These centers are much like the elephant, touched by blindness. They ARE many things, and they do much more than any one tradition has supposed. As we learn to recognize them, we are only scrapping the surface.
And until we recognize them, they wait.
We have wildflowers growing in our bodies, and they yearn to sing. Will you help them? Will you join us? Some of them refuse to be quiet once awakened. They sing all day and all night and won’t shut up till they are honored, and allowed to begin the rewriting of our souls. . Others are stubborn, silent, and heavy. They may refuse to open up… because the garden is too loud. Hot damn we’ve got problems. Our own friggin bodies are fighting, and need some Gaiadance.

GAIA
Play with words. It seems more like unlocking a puzzle actually. Shift the meaning, or let it shift for you. Feel the change, and imagine, if only for a moment, that these words have been nurtured for centuries within secret gardens of our spirit… and are now about to bloom.
Gaia is the Greek Goddess of the Earth. She gave birth to the Titans, who fought and built and created our home... pushing up the mountains, and carving out the seas. The world was then filled with lesser Gods, who inspired adventure, made love with the locals, and lived up the Days of their Lives. This we know as ‘Myths’ of the early Greek faith, well before Christ or Rome.
The Gaia Theory, as those who place a very high priority on the mind refer to her, is that the whole world is alive, and acts as one living being… of which we are a part.
The Gaian choice, is to choose with our minds to embody divinity beyond our bodies. To be more than American, or the resident of a city… to be more than our ethnicity, or a religion. To real-eyes these ways of being, as all part of this world.
Being a part of this world becomes more important, consciously, than any lesser division. Then we can go back to our differences, never to forget how interwoven we are.
In this time of integration, as traditions rise to change, each bearing gifts for the greater whole, our planet is our communion. All traditions are of her being.
This is not an opinion.

FLATLAND
I write in many sections, and the connection between them may not always be clear to you. Pease allow the structure to open with you. We will be dancing from one vantage to another, and the flow between serves to express insight and experience that cannot be shared, well, linearly.
We have been living within a certain range of experience, and it is opening. The shift is dimensional.
There is much talk about new dimensions, and some of it implies that we are ‘going’ from one dimension to another, perhaps like a fourth grader ‘passes’ into fifth grade.
To appreciate the true nature of dimensions… imagine a Flatland. A world in which nothing has any kind of height, everything is one atom tall, and lives on one plane. Beings are not short, or tall. They are all flat, and know nothing of ‘up’ or ‘down’
What does it look like to see something that exists in three dimensions? A cone, if it were to pass through this flatland… would appear as a circle that grows ever larger. A pole may seem to be a small tight circle, or a long line, depending on how it aligns. Appearances are deceiving, for each object is much more than we could see, at once.
We are opening in a similar way, with the world we have known increasingly bearing witness to strange phenomenon that our doubt can’t deny. We are facing cross sections of experience and consciousness that exist more in a ‘fourth’ and ‘fifth’ dimension beyond what we know how to see… well...
Yet.
Notice, this is not the same as identifying THE fourth or THE fifth dimension. There are simply MORE dimensions than we have been focused on, and for all I know you have been exploring one, and I another.

TO DENY
‘Where are these new dimension?’ ‘What does it look like, feel like, sound like to BEGIN to become aware of them?’
Do you know that dandelion roots make exceptional tea? Dry, them grind them. Steep five minutes, mix with sweet, and a milk that was created without any abuse.
I connect, often, with the consciousnesses of the beings around us. The cows, birds, bees, and even certain kinds of Storms. I experience these connections through many senses, including inner visions, and energetic feelings that represent in my body.
I have visions, which can be called imaginary, in which I speak with television educated aliens. I imagine interacting with Angels who walked the Earth before Egypt built pyramids. When I spend time with a tree, I learn what it likes, and what it feels of me. These visions have brought tears to my heart, and opened my courage, and helped me to love life again.
Do I doubt these experiences are ‘real’? Of course!
If I stopped the process of connecting, to force skeptical insights and insist on ‘proof’… then I wouldn’t have these insights. They disintegrate in the face of questioning that fears them too much.
You can’t walk on water, unless you believe you can walk on water.
Yes, of course, it is important to question. Indeed, to presume that a disembodied intelligence is ‘right’ or ‘holy’ just because it doesn’t live in the same reality we do… is naive, and even dangerous. The mind sits in the third eye, the chakra flower between our eyes. The mind matters, deeply, to this dialogue. And doubts born in the mind must be kept in their place, or very little will unfold.
Balance only implies ‘middle’ in two dimensions.
In five and more, it reveals new-trails.

HEART
If you calm your breathe, you can feel your heart beat.
The heartbeat reaches all over the body. Every cell receives blood. We can learn to feel the pulse… in every cell. Calm breathe, can you feel the beat?
Keep breathing.
Keep being breathed.
The heart is nestled behind the middle ribs, hugged from above by the lungs, just left of center. The heart chakra, as it is commonly known, is centered very close, along the spine, two fingers above the sternum.
The hard bone, where the first long ribs meet.
You have noticed it, the feeling of overwhelming love that makes you want to burst, the ripping and aching of a heart… breaking. You know the flower in your heart, its just time to learn more.
To re-member?
Entering a new range of awareness is daunting. So much to learn, so much to see. It is exhilarating and terrifying both and more. We must let go of the shore of our old stable views, and swim into ways… over our heads.
While we step a little further out, come back to your heart. Take the time to breathe, with closed eyes. Call calm into your blood, and feel it spread throughout the body.
When tension returns, do it again.
Begin to feel your energy. Feel the sensations that pulse in our love center. Relax into them, and allow the focus of love to soothe the changes that begin to unfold.

TIME
Linear time is a curious Beast.
I once sat with two women I love very much as they bonded with each other, and I listened. They imagined time as a flower that we trace with a line. I didn’t understand what they were talking about.
Where to begin? Age? There are so many other ‘orders’. I’ll just start, and go straight for a while, and then we’ll see what blooms.
My relation with ‘past lives’ is splotchy. I have gone deeply into several of them, yet I remain unclear that they are ‘past’. Am I seeing across time, is this stuff going on ‘now’? Am I watching myself, or someone else who is also me, more by relation through Gaia, than through a sequence of ‘my’ spirit being in one body, then another, then…
Perhaps they’re happening elsewhere to now. Perhaps each ‘life’ we live is one rose petal, or one rose on a flowering bush. We pass through the veins and arteries, and if we go left when we could have gone right, we get led back down the other path later. Perhaps Angels have compassion for our blindness in the face of the beauty of the flowers of life.
‘The’ Flower of Life is an intricate and absolutely lovely two dimensional expression of interlocking circles, a web of life. It is said to contain, within its geometry, all the possibilities of existence.
I’m not really clear on what that means either. Yet if time is a flower, and if the beauty of interlocking spheres can do anything to shed more light on the wonder of being alive, then I prefer to pay attention to the flowers, than to a timeline in a text book. HIStory, the story of men who killed other men, raped women, lived in terror, and died with the raging demand that little children be forced to remember their names.
When I’ve ‘seen’ lives I understand as my past… it has been a lot like Scrooge being shown his past. I’ve felt the presence of compassionate hands, and seen flashes and feelings that I simply ‘know’ are ME. Perhaps this is inaccurate. Perhaps it’s the most evolved way I can understand it … yet. Perhaps I’m watching someone else entirely, and get to feel what they feel, so that I may learn.
It is rather daunting to real-eyes that beings from many ‘times’ are watching me…
…all the time.

LOVE
Love is alive. It runs and spins and knows itself and forgets itself and comes and flows and changes and flies… and falls, and gets back up again and dances while it sings, and cries, and prays for rain in which to dance, and sleeps in peace… and yearns for us all to do the same.
When love comes in, and we let it dance us, embody our hearts and sing them so clearly our lungs remember how to breathe…
… we feel the pain.
The pain we hold at bay stirs with the intensity of new joy. It knows we may be strong enough in our joy to feel and heal it now.
The choice, the only choice that I will accept, is to trust the flow. Feel it, and melt the doubts, and claim Love as our own body. Love is our body. When we do not know it as ourselves… confusion reigns.
We are love. This love is fierce, and faithful, and pure. It will vibrate within our bones as we stare at dis-ease, and it will hold our jaw high as we confront the beasts we’ve kept in the dark.
Love doesn’t need a sword.
As you read, please stay with love. If you find it challenging, please pause, and breathe. If you find yourself fighting me, please stop.

HOW TO PRAY
Do you enjoy the sunset?
Do you enjoy the wind?
Do you love to breath?
How about drinking a tall glass of water. Come here, come closer, feel this.
Closer still. To the breath. To your body.
Sit. Hold the water. Pray. Do you know how to pray? Are you sure? Can you feel the water reaching out to you, feeling the liquid deep within the blood of your bones? Can you sense into it all like a white vessel, and feel the ripples of energy dancing through veins?. Sit a while.
Hold the cup. What shall you pray for?
The water is waiting. It feels your prayers. If you call it with naked heart, and honor its reply, you will be blessed beyond expectations.
You can’t expect what you can’t imagine.

A FLOWER
Imagine a ball. It can be any size really, ping pong size works well.
Around it are twelve other balls. A ring, six balls around the first on a plane… a perfect fit. Three above, and three below, offset 120’ from the top.
Thirteen balls, one in the center.
This is a key between worlds.
It exists… differently… than our physical dimensions, and is used with the imagination.
With belief, the inner-chi flowers activate, transform, and latent potential awakens.
Imagine the balls parting, spinning, and extending into a line. Then let them settle up your spine, each parted by the distance between your nose tip, and chin.
Start at the Tail, one sits above your crown.
Music is vibration. Light is vibration. Inner-Chi is vibration.
vibration creates music, and color.
These vibrating balls want to dance.

DISCLAIMER
I’m in love with a woman named Katia. I’m in love with you too, whether you like it or not.
We live in an ocean of love.
And in body, I live and love and learn and pray with Katia. We’ve been married, and divorced. We’ve been bonded by angels, and police, and parents. We’ve been pushed and pulled and molded and woven and rewoven… we sleep with each other at night, and her spirit teaches me to feel more alive every day.
One day we climbed a special rock overlooking Berkeley, after a day providing healing sessions. I’d set up a chair, and put up a sign that said ‘free massage’. Then, when people came, I offered to read their energy as well. I liked the openness of a free chair, the magic beyond the exchange. I want to turn on as much life as I can.
It is what I do.
By the end of the day there had been a lot of crying, stunned silence, and a special brand of joy that defies categorization. Am I bragging? I suppose so. Yet I am not exaggerating, nor will I in the words ahead.
As we looked out over Berkeley I felt a new world. It was in me, around us, it was breathing. It is waking.
We walked back in humility, and upon return, I felt a strong pressure. I let it feel, open, and I listened.
This is often how Angels speak. They wrap up all sorts of feeling and insight in a ball, and throw it right into us. If they wanted to speak in linear words, they’d do that. Some things just can’t be spoken so… tightly.
It usually takes a while to sift through a light ball. They experience consciousness with breadth, in many speeds, and many senses at once.
They do not expect the same of us… yet.
This one, this feeling that pressed into me, opened. Expecting a critique, I felt a smirk, and the suggestion that I write a disclaimer next time. So I am.
I felt the loving chaos extend out through the webs of our bodies, with the sense that the changes, the openness of the sessions… were rippling in families, and sparking fights, and pains, and aches, that had been repressed. I was okay with that. It was held in love.
Learning to channel energy seems to be a cross between the X-Files and Christ. It is confusing, sometimes painful, and out of this world. It doesn’t seem to work, unless I agree to experience the energies of change WITH people. To embody the shared feeling, so any ‘mistakes’ take place in my body as well. Thus I can only help, with things I can heal in myself.
I still feel the people I’ve touched, for some time after their body leaves. I tend the extremes… we… go through, maintaining balance.
And plenty of Angels tend me.
I realize it is extraordinary to live this way. I go further, and suggest that you are learning these things as well. Perhaps you haven’t understood how amazing your lessons are, so they remain small, and hidden amidst the dynamics and dramas you may call normal.
Perhaps you know how amazing you are, and need to feel company. Perhaps you trust… that when you pray for the woman in the wrecked car beside the highway… she feels it.
To become something new, we have to die to what we were. Sure, you can hang out and watch the new way for a while. Eventually, though, you’re gonna dye. It feels like agreeing to be crucified, and recognizing that you are a mutant freak, all at once. It gets better.
If you don’t want to dye, don’t keep reading.

OZ
I did not want to read, so I refused. I was a wiz at Math, so they were confused. My words couldn’t express why, but I knew they were taking something from me that I refused to surrender.
I did not want to imagine in the ways they demanded.
I began to loose my vision.
Each night, before I slept, I sang the songs my parents had sung me while even younger. Two in a row, and then I prayed.
Father
When at night I go to sleep
Fourteen Angels watch to keep
Two my head are guarding
Two my feet are guiding
Two are at my right hand
Two are at my left hand
And two warmly hover
Two wholly cover
Two to whom is given
To guide mysteps to Heaven
I held my hands together, and my cat Misty slept at my feet.
Mother
Now in the Fading Light of day
Maker of all to you we pray
That with your ever watching love
You guard and keep us from above
Help and defend us through the night
Danger and terror put to flight
Never let evil have its way
Preserve us for another day
And then I prayed, in new words each night, for exactly the same thing. Please bring me, and my cat Misty, and the girl Tara whom I had a crush on, and my sister Elizabeth and our parents…
To OZ

IMAGINE
So this woman, a very magical and brave woman, has an idea. There are a lot of… children floating about in the sky, and they keep crashing. They fight over each other’s ‘toys’. They break their necks frequently trying to jump too far, and they turn flowers into atom bombs fairly often.
And she has an idea.
She is going to hold a party. It is open to all, but these… children… have to agree to certain rules before we come. She is going to teach…these children… how to share.
And then… we… are going to create something very, very, new.
END PART 1

A CONVERSATION
Many people ‘talk’ to the divinity within themselves, and those they serve.
What this means differes depending on whom you ask.
Here… I’ll ask my own right now… and see what the reply is…
‘Yo, higher self… what are you?’
(now I’ll clear my mind, and let the answer flow…)
I am the gestation of a life beyond what you know of. I see you, rather fully, more fully than you suppose… and I offer insight and guidance.’
‘Yeah, but well, what do you mean?
‘I Am you’ Its like the distinction between particle and wave… in reverse. If you let go of understanding yourself as a particle… as your body… as the limitations of this birth… then you’ll feel more like a less distinct wave of light. Within this awarnness you are never allowed to hyper focus on one thing, and thus everything… expands… technically, I am not nearly as distinct as you are, I’m the echoes of your being, bouncing off dimensions that you can’t understand… yet.’
‘That isn’t very clear’
Well lets put it this way, I am a link to God, when you forget that God is here. Though God never leaves, by disconnecting from the divine in your imagination… by simply imagining seperation… one can indeed create a rift. As we learn to commune fully with the world, the distinction between me and you… fades’
‘Do you exist in specific frequencies’…
Yes and no. In part, you actually ‘create’ me by imagining in a specific way. Thus when you imagine ‘up’ here ‘I’ am. Actually there is more to gain by learning to appreciate the limitations our present conceptions put on what we are… and allow the imagination to open in many directions, in many frequencies.

The range of energy above the range you live in,…is indeed ‘higher’ it is a faster pace. This does not always imply wiser or better, but in relation to human life it is occupied by those aspects of ourselves that are expanding… are more aware… are able to see in ranges of perception that the more limited human mind, at this time, cannot.’
'What does it mean, to ‘see beyond time’?
Focus implies lack of focus elsewhere. You are, through your sense awareness, focused on this body, this material world, and the range of time you progress… through. I am not as focused in this way.
Can you see 'past lives’?
See is less appropriate than ‘embody'. And past is less appropriate than you suppose. They are past in relation to you, because they are within a progression that has an order, after which you occur. From this vantage, it is indeed possible to see to experience, to embody, aspects of many ‘lifetimes' as you call it, because from this vantage, they are all linked in a manner that is more like folding.
I’m lost
Try this, whereas you may see a killer, this perspective sees a rage that is expressed in many ways. It is expressed as murder, it is expressed as shouting and it is expressed as a stone being thrown into the water. This life exists to explore the many ways in which our being can be expressed, partly so we can learn which ways to fertilize with our attention. Thus from this vantage from a more open vantage, there is no primary order to these experiences, they are all happening at once, and we choose what to do with that.
This seems to make what I know of as life meaningless.
Actually it is designed to make this style of life more meaning-Ful, full of meaning. The choices are experienced in a linear manner so new choices have more heft, so life itself can be rich, and unencumbered by the confusion of endless possibilities.
yes, but what does that have to do with a lifetime I experienced in the eighteenth centeruy?
If you understand yourself as a being of love, who chooses to experience lives on earth in order to learn and grow and love in these ways… then transitions between ‘lifetimes' are less fundemental than the overall creation of being. If you understand ‘past’ lifetimes in relation to the particular understanding of yourself you have at the moment, in this time, in this body, from within this range of perception… then it doesn’t make sense.
A body may imagine ‘going back in time’ to change things, but it only does so because it is thinking from within the limitations of this body, in this lifetime.
Your ‘higher soul, your divine being… has already chosen to experience different things, and chooses to do so in different timeframes… specifically in order to work out energies that are appprpriate for that time frame.
Thus if you need to explore fightin, or dominance, it is more likely that you do so during time periods, and phases of time, where warfar and dominance are focused occurances.
Everyone learns that it is painful, and then we agree to come together to experience life in more full, creative and cooperative ways… 'later.'
What to you is later, what to the universe is more like ‘…over here'.
So Time is a dimension?
No, time exists within greater dimension than you understand. Time isn’t the dimension, it is a road through dimension.
Does that mean we can ‘go back in time’?
Yes and no… changing time is not really the point. That's like a basketball player focusing on fixing a practice shot. All of what you have known as time has been preparation for what is 'next'. As you learn to traverse energies through the roads of time… you naturally move into experiences of being that are much more full, and changing that one shot becomes much less meaningful.

ENERGY WORK
We came out of the California redwoods, and arrived at a community center in Fairfax. After several days of receiving blessings there, I felt urged to give back, and I offered simple chair sessions to several people. It had a profound effect, and after one woman handed me some money - unasked, she told me to 'own it'.
That night I prayed, and felt a gaiadance, an energy of the Bay, urging me to share, and implying that it had been waiting for me. I opened to accept, and after a rather remarkable drama, my partner and I found ourselves at a healing center, where they needed our help - to offer sessions.
After several days there, I awoke in turmoil, wondering how to frame my work, whether to advertise...blah blah. And to my astonishment, I received an answer. 'If you accept this path, you will not be choosing who you work on.'

I accepted.

TOUCH-E
It was cold and cloudy, which was not unusual for an East Bay evening. We had just closed for the holidays, at the lovely little suburban holistic center where Katia and I were serving. A Lady... we'll call her Emily, walked in.
Emily had a Migraine.
She wanted help relaxing, and had never received energy work before. She didn't look like she often received any kind of help, or tender touch, which made it all the more special she was reaching out now.
I asked her if she could keep her well fueled skepticism neutral. I could help her, and she didn't have to be full of enthusiasm for metaphysics, yet. Byut I wasn't going to fight her mind into accepting health, her attention needed to center on her breathe.
She agreed.
When serving someone, I begin by tuning with their breath. It is very intimate, particularly for people who have not explored such closeness, and may be closed to love in even more ‘normal’ ways. I gently feel closer to their body with my hands, sensing the ripples of energy at various layers. ‘Hello… what do you want to tell me… how can I help you open into magic, healthy, alive?’
Her shoulders were rocks, which is simple most of the time - she'd taken on way too much dissonant energy as if it were her responsibility. This requires a simple shift in perception, and then its easy to understand. And even to let go... of course you have to keep doing it till the root pattern is gone. The first couple times are the hardest.
Our bodies have clear physical boundaries… 'morphic fields' of energy do not. It is perfectly possible for one person to believe that a dissonant energy is ‘them’ even if it is the creation of five people in a room. Once they’ve claimed it… things begin to get really confusing.
When you take such energy on, and it isn't all of your own making, you cannot resolve it. You can, sometimes 'heal' it. Heal like a dog 'heals' - you can, at best, make it sit still, by centering it and holding it with a fierce and compassionate will.
To hold a dissonant energy still, you have to feed it your creative lifeforce. And there it will live, in you, fed by joy that is of your soul.
Okay it isn't really 'in' you, it is our response that is in us. But the response is a reaction, it is a reflecting wave that is in direct relation to the initial energy. So many unconscious, semi-conscious deals are made that offer to perpetuate this reactive, holding, energy. and again, it comes straight out of our creative lifeforce.Emily’s family was in town, including her brother, and the woman she was trying to ‘save’ him from. Emily was ‘taking in’ a lot of confusion, and holding it tight like a vice in a deep attempt to make it go away.
As a result it was right there, in her shoulders, clear as day.
She, of course, ‘knew’ that this woman was wrong for her brother… and felt quite victimized to have her ‘very loving’ protectiveness rebuffed. She was confused, tired and angry.
I saw red in her heart. Red, a color often tuned to the root energy center, usually indicates primal passion when it is found vibrantly voicing its presence in other areas.

CRASH COURSE
I see and feel energy. I can't always tell where my imagination begins and my actual vision and feeling end, because they are blended together, perhaps because I am still learning to conceive, to weave these perceptions along with the ones I'm accustomed to.
By nature, I cannot see much in focus. To read, I must put a page one pointer finger from my face. Editing sucks. My isolated vision has given me the chance to focus attention - and inner-chi - in other ways. I'm learning to see things I never used to even believe in.
I see different colors of light coming out of your eyes. I see flashes of what has been, or may be, or IS, elsewhere. And I see the Chakras.
Chakras are vibrant globes of spinning energy found in our bodies.
We have many, and they all process different flows of life-force. Life-force, prana, inner-chi, the holy spirit. By any and every name this presence sustains us, reforms us, empowers us, and lives inside, within and around what we know of as our bodies. Eventually the distinctions between the words ‘matter’ to our understanding. For now, let them blend.
Emily had energy stuck in her heart, energy leaking out of her upper chest, energy draped in frozen sheets around her neck, and all of it amounted to one hell of a head-ache.
I focused in on the red in her heart. Anger, self-righteous edge. Some of this I knew from what I saw, and some of the awareness was more intuitive, before any particular sense told me so. So I taught her, what I'll teach you.
This is an often used system of energy flow that includes seven chakras up the spine starting at the tailbone. It is based on Indian Yogic tradition, and is starting to be used, and even commodified, by many healers in the west today.

Tailbone is red, is of Tribal Survival
Pelvis is orange, is of In-to-me-see
Stomach is yellow, is of Identity
Heart is Green, is of Love and Emotion
Throat is Blue, is of Communication
'Third' eye is Purple, is of Imagination
Crown is Violet, is of Divine Grace

For those of you who are completely new to our energetics, you will have both an advantage, and a challenge in following. I write to introduce this system of Wildflowers, expanding the often used one above, to thirteen, and eventually more. The simplicity of the above system has many advantages, and we needn't loose them. You'll soon understand why.
Each Wildflower is a filter for our lives, a lens through which energy is focused. By sensing into them with vision, sound, and several forms of touch… we can both learn from them, and help transform them into new balances. The changes they undergo will deeply affect health, thought patterns, energy levels, and physical well being. A balanced energy system enables us sustain a healthy body and life. An awakening, activated system enables us to enter states of consciousness formerly termed ‘mystical’.We'll begin the unraveling like this... In the area of our heart, we have two wildflowers. We access one high up where the collar bone meets the crest of the lungs. It guides our Divine creativity. The other is below it, at the base of our breastbone, and guides Unconditional Love. This love is also unlimited. Or rather, I haven't found its limits yet. Unconditional love is fed by the Sun, and the Moon, the core of the Earth, and the pranic ocean all around us. Can you drink all the water in the ocean?
We are only limited by how much we can balance, and channel with grace.
The High Heart/Lungs is our creative love. It channels the way we create and share ourselves in the world. It is our love for a partnership when we choose to know ourself as part of something… more. It is our love for the calling we have in the world, and even the world herself, if we choose to know ourselves as Gaian.
When we think of 'giving' our heart to someone, we are acting out of our high heart, which can indeed be given. Our low hearts can churn with unconditional love, and unconditional love doesn't give or take, it just is. You can't tell it where to go, or what to do. It flows, freely, and has a mind of its own.
And why does this matter?
Whether or not you have known of the chakras, or the Tree of Life by name, you probably have some sense of their presence. ‘I gave my heart away…’ ‘I have a gut instinct’ ‘my throat clammed up’ All these phrases are common, and speak directly from wildflower activity.

‘Our’ culture is in the early stages of (re)accepting energy science. Many cultures have remarkably similar systems for engaging… .spinning globes of light in their bodies. The language ‘chakra’ is Sanskrit, Ancient Indian. The word, along with much of the spiritual vocabulary, has been used for thousands of years.
And worlds open more, it becomes more necessary to distinguish between wildflowers. How is this possible? Because it is time for us to awaken more fully, along with the sleeping wheels of light, even the ones we’ve been ignoring.
The low heart aches to share love at all costs, and keep sharing. The high heart is called to channel it well, with consciousness, balance, and sustainable flow. If we are getting instincts from both, and yet don’t even relate to either well, our actions and feelings will get confused. This is what had Emily in a stew so hot her head wanted to pop off.
She learned that out of her creative love, she sees reflections of herself. We all work out these reflections with the many people that flow through our lives. If we keep seeing a reflection, and keep thinking the mirror is someone else entirely... we'll keep feeding it out of our high hearts... we'll loose prana, take on dissonance, and get migraines.
To rebalance, own the reflection. People who mirror our stuck emotions will always magnetize, so long as we stay stuck. If we think the reflection is just ‘them’ we’ll stay even more stuck.
She learned that the low heart, the unconditional love flow, has a will of its own. It is the love that is greater than all fear and hate. It knows what to do when we do not. As much as we may want to 'take care of’ someone else, unconditional love may just as well push them away and surround them with a glow all the while... so we can take care of ourselves, and they can be tended without bias.
The act of 'protecting her brother' (and he had screamed at her the day before for the 'protecting') was actually designed to avoid something in herself... she was distracting herself from energies that were her own, and then telling herself that ‘he’ was sooo angry.
Just because you manage to keep your own emotions in a strangle-hold, doesn’t mean they go away. Keep it up, and spend the rest of your life deteriorating. Not much fun.
And as she owned her own anger, her shoulders released, because she wasn't struggling to sustain a false view of herself. As her shoulders released, her throat opened. She WAS angry he had screamed at her, which was a window to unlock many other hidden feelngs. Just by acknowledging this feeling, she made a big change. She imagined actually yelling back at him – surrendering her sense of being the ‘good’ one. Since she already was yelling at him – sub-consciously – it made a huge difference when she claimed those feelings as her own.
And she left, committed to loving her brother without 'knowing' what he needed, and committed to fueling her own creative life without martyring herself.
She left without a migraine.

FAIRIES
My mother is a celtic scholar, an artist, and a witch, and a Christian.
Before Christianity came to Ireland, brought by monks in boats that were not made of plastic, fairies reigned in Ireland. They left warer by the window to welcome them in, and request blessings. They prayed to the dawn, and the dusk, to the little pools and the stumps of trees. They were more aware of the magic in each moment, and the living nature of all things. They were also confused.
Christianity brought direction, along with the simple compass of good and evil. Personally I consider this a questionable gift… yet for a time it brought an amazing awakening. As my mother taught me… the change came because consciousness was opened from different directions, and the strengths of each could dance. For a time, the Christian clarity enabled lives that had been caught in a web of awenress that didn’t quite make sense. Over time the clarity silenced much of the magic, and became afraid of nature.So the Witches went to sleep.

A WHOLE NEW WORLD
I believe this is the end of HIStory. The end of patriarchy, of stoicism, of many isms that have risen in glory, and fought through time, and continue to hang onto our attention with drills of dates of death. They demanded we remember their name.
Now is the time beyond which prophets couldn’t see. You can’t see what you can’t understand.
You can’t understand that which rips you apart,
And still remain an articulate prophet, spirit intact.
So they called it the end of THE world.
Because, it was the end of THEIR world.
And their arrogance could not distinguish.
Well it IS the end of their world.
And the beginning…
Of OURS.

To fully ‘get this’ you have to be willing to drink in new life. To drink of the essence of divinity that is always being given to us, and is much more rarely received. More often, within the body, we receive this essence and pass it on in throgh imagination… to words in a book. To our idea of someone else, as told to us by another someone else…
Jesus, Buddha, Krishna, Marx, Descartes, blah blah blah.
Reallly, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.
Really, let them die. They are dead. You are not. Are you?
Let us live.
To be clear, I like Jesus very much. Buddha, despite my early years of mocking him from the center of my fear, is an exceptional being. I do not believe either of them want us to spend our days using their names in every other sentence, and referencing what others have written about them to interpret the year, the day, or the mood I’m in because I ate processed food today.
Let them be what has been. Beauty, courage, pain, wisdom, a time … ago. They carried us through stories, and it worked. Now, let yourself be, let US be, someone who can be, what even they, couldn’t see.
I am that. This is me. I believe I’m dancing in energies of life that havn’t been on this planet before. That I’m invited to a new dance, and Gaia wants me to get up and move. To challenge everything just by being anew. To claim everything, because it is all here for me.

She is inviting you.

We can go beyond the mental company that has held us down. We must trust that the tide is truly turning. It is happening. Let us begin to set our heart minds to creating the next waves.
To die to what we’ve been, Enjoy it, and enter…

ENTER
I don’t want to do this.
Do What?
Write. Keep writing, bare my soul, feel like it still isn’t good enough, watch magic that defies all I’ve known be picked apart in some kind of sport I’m ‘supposed’ to be good at, or get good at, that never feels good.
Why did you choose this path then?
Because I really do want to do this.
What is ‘this’, you keep saying it, and I have the feeling you are getting tunnel vision.
Be myself, and fall apart. Do you really think like that, ‘I have a feeling…’
Yes, and do you really believe you are going to ‘fall apart’ in some horrid way?
Okay, I’m excited, I feel magic reclaimed, rebirthing, the dawn of a new world. I just want to know it is real.
That is better.
But they’ll mock me…
Are you already mocking yourself for feeling so wonderful, for thinking you are a part of the changes, that you are needed...?
How can the magic live longer, how can I loose the sense that it is about to slip away again?
Keep Going.

The PRESENT
When I begin a session, I do my best to ‘not know’ what is going on. Even if the person with me has explained their symptoms, their understanding of the problem, I allow a blankness to come in. This neutrality is something to be returned to again and again.
Neutral. New-trail.
If someone isn’t happy, experiencing confusion on a variety of levels, they are often – usually – caught in some form of polarity. Polarity can mean may things I suppose. In this case, I mean that they have two points, to emotional states, two poles between which they are bouncing like a ping pong ball. They are stuck.
Often, the mind will arouse different potential solutions, which inolve recreating attention around one or the other pole. ‘I will stay with my boyfriend, I won’t stay with my boyfriend…’ What they really need is soething else, a new trail.
I assume, as the ground, of the soil in which I understand, that there is a gift within all ailments and dis-ease. Mine is not a ball of ‘good’ and ‘bad’. It is a world of color, of inspiration, of love so profound that we are guided through our personal and shared hells, so that we may become much more.
When someone comes to work with me, I seek the new trail. Where is the blessing in their dis-ease? For it is within this blessing, that the pain shall be released.
It is a reversal of time. All symptoms, understandings and meanings may – or may not – be relevant. They simply must re-understand themselves in relation to the present.
The Present.
Every day really can be Christmas, if you learn to let it.

REIKI
Reiki is love. Specifically the love of the World. When we intend to, we can learn to pass this love through us, into a recipient. The practice of Reiki is intended to be non-intellectual. The ‘work’ is done in surrendering, in allowing ourselves to be a vessel for the love that is most needed in each present moment. Into the body of another being, who needs our help to open and receive.
It works very well.
I use Reiki as a netural home. When I begin, I open it through me as I pray for this session. For the best interest of all involved, for magical healing beyond what we know. And then I surrender, and allow the energy to flow. As it comes, I feel it joyfully pouring through me.
As they feel it too, we may begin. It takes faith to feel love. When you are unaccustomed to it, the doubts run deep, and the focus of touch must move through them. For a person in disease, fear comes naturally. Reiki love is the antidote.
Reiki, with awarenss and strength, will raise fears very early in a session. This is a natural instinct of deep love – to raise and clear the pain and fear that is most in the way. Herein lies the choice. If a person has a deeper commitment to avoiding pain, than they do to being well, the struggle will be profound.
Reiki love will bring back your pain, guided by the light of the world, so that you may remember that you are well, and allow the love into every crevice of pain.
As we move through this phase, we push and pull, and invariably get confused.
Ad that is okay. Return to the love. Feel it, and breathe. This is the time to feel confusion, such that it may be transformed.

WHO AM I?
Some practitioners of 'healing' are able to open to a remarkable amount of love, by designing their practice around the principal that it is ‘not them’ doing the work, it is all God. I honor this approach, and am often full of joy in the presence of such a principled light. My mind however, does not agree.
And that is okay.
The various disciplines of our time have been created under vastly differing circumstances and bring a wealth of magic to create and sustain our health, along with a fair amount of baggage. The Western medical field essentially deifies the mind above all else, and has virtually ignored the practices of the rest of the world. As a result we have surgeons who can reconstruct a face burned away by fire. We have Anesthesiologists who can walk us through death and back. And we drug and perform back surgery under conditions that can naturally be healed with Yoga.
We remove inflamed Tonsils, backed up by the energy of a repressed throat wildflower, screaming to sing.
When I say ‘we’, I am speaking as a being of this world.
Many Eastern modalities of health and meditation treat the same mind as the enemy. The ‘monkey mind’ is to be ignored, blamed for a wide range of woes, and is often treated as the enemy of health. With some reason. Yogis know how to breathe life into pains doctors cut the body open just to look at. Shamans know how to sing apart disorders that Americans spend billions to kill with pills.
The only sane response to all this is to dive in, and learn how to integrate them.
I am what I’ve learned, and I’ll not say that ‘it wasn’t me’ who helped someone heal. I’m also aware that all that I am is divine, is more than ‘me’. The angel who whispers in my ear that I may want to look under the sternum, and then teaches me the prayer that sets trauma free… is certainly more than my ‘intuition’. They are my gaiads, who brin me into rhythm with the world, so that we all may heal and come alive.
I’m the one who learned how to listen, explore, and remember.LADY KATIA
I live and travel with an amazing woman named Katia Without her, this would not be happening. How to express so much more than thanks, to relay the passion of a muse who sleeps with me, and breathes with me, and whispers secrets in my soul. Secrets she fly so far away to find... that she has just enough consciousness left to pass them to me... and then she forgets. How to escape the centuries of male female polarity, where the man is publicly successful, and the woman is… shadowed.
She flys so far away, and shre returns with jewels that fill my soul.
There is a practice in partner yoga many of us call ‘flying’. One lays down on their back, and bends knees and feet in towards the belly. The other leans over from standing, allows the feet to settle on and above their hips and then surrenders as the grounded partner extends legs, and lifts into the sky. Hands can be held, bodies can shift, and many forms of balance emerge. It takes focus, strength and balance for both partners, in different ways. It is quite impossible to measure which role is more difficult.
In the work shared here, in the insights, practice and writing of it all, I have had many muses.
If you hear and see me in the heights, please understand.
Lady J is flying me.

CHANGING STATES
Increasingly, when I serve in a session, we both go beyond what we’ve known. There are times in conversation when I simply am not talking with the person who walked in, I am speaking outloud, to the divinity within them. This works because it works. The more I believe in it, the more it happens. The more people speak out-loud, grounded in wisdom beyond this lifetime, the more we both become exactly that.
As the session ends, we pray them back into center. And there they are, rather distant from what they may have known, ‘normal’ no more.
Now they re-member where the bridge is.
I work as if we set this up. We, you and I. Agreed, before being born, to meet, and change each other. I have the privilege of remembering enough already, to help you. Well, there is leaway in this. 'berfore being born'? Perhaps the critical turns. Dreamtime has a lot going on, and I'm sure a lot is set up there, and in between, to make, plot out, and balance connections we then have in person. More layers than any of us know how to see, 'fully'. Energetic sight adds layers that open perspectives that open hearts and minds in wonderful ways.
It feels like hypnosis, yet the state of consciousness we are entering is opening in ways that increasingly last. We are becoming something new. It is an art. It involves healing each other's wounds as a way of saying hello, and then blossoms into much more.

LIGHT
Light can be witnessed as a particle, or as a wave. When we design an experiment to measure light as a wave, it is a wave. When we seek to measure particles, we find particles. What is going on?
Light is both, and more. From this little vantage, we can’t see it all, so we can only approach it with less awareness than it exists within. what we 'perceive' is only our perception, and thus our reality is shaped within the limits of our capaicty to perceive. I approach our energy with as many perspectives as balance well, from many angles… with full awarenss that I am only one set of perspectives, which .
To do this, to be this, I must admit that I really am talking particles. Attempting to understand the set of ways we understand... a bit tricky, and the act of doing so already predefines much. When we use our eyes, we see between red and violet. Thats the deal. we just arne't oing to see below and above that range by nature. It is important to remember we've chosen a range, and not pretend we are seeing everything.

Or that we ever will.

ENTER
Will they destroy us?
They? Let us cut in and tell you, you think that projections are always karmic, that you won’t receive them if you evolve within yourself in such a way that they are no longer relevant. You are correct.
I forgot that, or rather, I’d never put it that way. How do I evolve further?
Stop being afraid you’ll go too far. You’ve already crossed. Now get good at it.

OUR DOW, DIVINE ONE WITHIN
Once Upon a Time, while amidst turmoil and doubt, I went to see a Lady who became my guide. She is a Doctor, and a Witch. She taught me to talk with my body.
‘Ridiculous!’ You may say. ‘I am my body, aren’t I?’ Yet it is a good thing my heart ‘knows’ how to do what it does, even though ’I’ do not. ‘I’ am glad that ‘my’ liver chooses and transmutes and releases its role, without asking for my advice. ‘I’ wouldn’t know what to do.
And then there is the fuzzy land between. What of new liquids my liver hasn’t seen? What if I drink the essence of a flower that can activite violet light out my eyes, but my liver thinks its poison, and throws it away? What of feelings that do not make sense to my nerves, will they call them pain, and scream at my brain to make them stop? What if I push away an energy that can teach me to levitate stones? How can ‘I’ work with all awareness, to co-navigate myself into new ways of being?
Kinesiology. When Mary raised my arm, and ran her fingers down my spine, my shoulder shifted and dropped before I could blink. She was talking to my body about what I needed, and my body was responding.
Boom, questions faster than sound, one after another, and my shoulder would release down, to signify ‘Yes’. ‘No’ kept the shoulder locked in place.
You can do it, now. Squeeze your thumb and forefinger together, with strength. Put the thumb and forefinger of your other hand between this circle, and press out, just with enough force to exert pressure, before pulling the first two fingers apart.
Now ‘show me yes’ and ‘show me no’
With each question, use THE SAME amount of force with your second set of fingers, exerted to pull open the first circle. If you are relaxed enough, the circle will break with one question, and not with the other. Why?
The Divinity within us is able to trigger the nervous system, and it can actually step in and change our motor functions, when we allow it to communicate with us.
To believe this, you have to believe you are divine.
To believe that, you have to believe in Divinity.
If you aren’t there, please stop reading and go buy something.
The Wildflowers ‘know’ what our mimds often seek. To work with them, you have to believe that there is divine awareness within all of us that knows things ‘we’ do not. Then, we learn to communicate with it.
The results are increasingly magical. Color, sound, feeling and sensations that lack definition… all swirl into mind states as we engage the Wildflowers. Mary introduced me to the possibility that I am ALREADY more amazing than I ever knew, and that all I have to do is begin talking with… myself
I hope I can do the same for you.

ONCE UPON A TIME
I started talking with the voices in my head. I was with Cannabis. I do not say ‘high’ because that is a silly way of understanding it. When I was with Cannabis we went all over the place, and I learned to love learning again. A Chinese skeleton was found, four thousand years old, with a Harp, and a bag of Cannabis resin. Their word for this plant translates as 'that which taes you where you need to go'. Its not a b utton, or a car, or a chemical program. Its all thes and more. Its consciousness of the Earth, designed to open us when we open with it. The experience is silly and lethargic when that is the first step out of hatred and pain, issolation or material suffering. It is appreciateion for stupid jokes for someone who desperately needs to laugh. It is wisdom, and a hand into new awareness for those who are ready.
So I started ‘hearing’ comments in my head that didn’t seem to be ‘me’. So I started replying. I had already been doing this. The change was subtle at first. Basically, when I woke up in the morning, I still believed what we had said.
And I still do.

OUR DOW
Divine One Within. The trouble with the term ‘Higher Soul’ is that in India ‘up’ is ‘down’. Which makes them what… steeped in Hell? If you mean higher vibration… does this imply that the frequency of a faster sign wave is better than a long one? Basically, it is a vague term, that is only meaningful in relation to something else. It reminds me of ‘heaven is up, and ‘hell’ is down. Within each of us, is a divinity that goes well beyond words, or categories. It is within us.
All of us.
When I gaze into someone’s energy, I presume their DOW knows me, called me to them, and will guide me along. When I ‘see’ energy, part of what I see you may be able to measure, part of what I see may be my imagination, and part of what I see may be my imagination that you can measure, or one day will.
So there is translation going on. I don’t see everythin about you, because I’m not there to see everything about you, I’m there to focus on these particular things… which your DOW will guide me into one by one.
Or eight at once.
When a session is over, it is usually quite clear. The energies balance, I often feel stillness, and sometimes, I can watch the aura cover the wildflowers, and zip itself whole.
It is a huge blessing to experience.

NATURAL NUMBERS
0,1,1,2,3,5,8,13
Begin with binary zero and one. Add them, we get one. 0,1,1. Add the last two, we get two. 0,1,1,2. Add the last two, we get three. 0,1,1,2,3. Add the last two... 5. Add the last two, 8. Then 13. It keeps going. 0,1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21,34,55….
This sequence is prevalent throughout nature. Leaves grow in patterns of this number, shell spirals open in these proportions. It is a living metaphor for learning... we learn by combining what we know... with... what we know.

MUSICAL KEYS
C,C#,D,D#,E,F,F#,G,G#,A,A#,B…C
The Western musical structure works with these numbers. There are twelve basic notes. If you start with one, and count up, the thirteenth note is of the same tone, different pitch. These thirteen notes, become a focus... from which we create an octave.
The sequence above outlines the twelve notes we use. Five of them are named in-between two other letters, leaving two sets without sharped notes inbetween. Don’t worry about why, for now.
On a piano, which was made to play these notes… the white notes are the lettered notes, and the black ones are sharped. (The term ‘flatted’ simply means that what we call A#, a half step above the note A, gets called B flat, a half step below B. It is the same note.)
An octave is composed of eight notes, with the first and last of the same tone, low and high pitch. It chooses a pattern of the thirteen... one, skip step three, skip step 5, step 6, skip step 8, skip step 10 skip step 12, step.... 13.
This is known as 'the key of...' whatever tone you begin and end in. When you play the notes chosen, and allow the other notes to be silent, it sounds balanced, in harmony. Every 'key' has a different personality.
Some songs change key. Most, do not. It is very fun to dive into

LOVE
Let us explain this faster tha you can think. ‘We’ are love. We exist and flow and become and ‘die’, often.
Die, Dye.
Change Color.
Hue-man’s have known ourselves for millennia by shared energy. We are energy. We are love.
This is a book about love. It shares what it needs to in many ways, and in the end, it has welcomed itself into life, and offered itself to you.
Love changes ‘who’ it is. It flows in and out of people, and plants, and periodically forgets everything it has done. And then each being it has flowed through becomes a little more aware too, and the love moves on.
When you talk with the love within yourself, you are talking with Gaia. You are talking to a presence that is shared, fundamentally, within this world. The differences beyond the planet are profound. Feel the magic you have missed. So that it may now be present in your life.

WILDFLOWERS
The Wildflowers themselves all exist, in some ways, more in other dimensions than they do in our good ole 3D. I call them wild flowers, because they are like flowers, and they are wild. They 'flow', emitting and cycling ranges of energy we've only begun to recognize. The intnetion of this work is to offer ways that I am learning to guide them together, to create rhythm and balance that allows the wildness space to thrive, and yet weaves them without knotting, or creating energetic chaos. a wonderous, and revealing process. the 'way' we do this is by using the magical, and universal mathematics of music theory. It will unfold over the course of these writtings. For now, open to the idea of balance between frequencies that allows every range tooverlap, and form different relations with each other. Each 'flower' plays different roles in relation to ezch other, for a rich living tapestry of possibility.

In our bodies, they have parking spots, and these parking spots link them with the organs and senses... the meridians, and the prana flows within our Aura.
And we live.
The Wildflowers are flexible. Because they are so mutable, it is helpful to have standard, simple ways to tune them, to organize them in ways we can interact. One such way is by using the color scheme outlined above. When I see colors other than the wildflower’s ‘tuned’ color, it is something of interest. Not necessarily right or wrong, just a reflection of the uniqueness of this person.
Emily had red in both of her hears.
Perhaps we will share a new name for them. In this case, it is the point of access being used to refer to a wildflower, which actually doesn’t have to stay in the body at all. But an energetic path into it, to connect, interact, and relate to it from our special world… rests in specific points. They’ll need names.
I zero in on it, and feel it. It is like tuning to a radio station, and it works both ways. I may at times feel a new sensation, and then tune to the sensation and see the color. It is a remarkable system. I probably do not see it all at once because it would blow my mind open to wide for me to handle… yet.
It often feels as much like a language as an actual presence... as if you could both see the sound waves traveling through the air, and choose to hear it... or not. The Divine Within speaks with much more than words.
The language is alive, and when the energies of these colors are moved, they change things in the body. Sometimes I reach right in and pull them out, and they leave.
How many ailments, how many frustrations and anxieties, emotional traumas and physical pain, can be shifted simply, with grace and ease? We are languishing, selling billions of dollars of powder pills to ourselves inducing everything from death to the runs, because we are focusing on a very narrow range of health.
When the only tool you use is a hammer…
We’re amidst a massive change in how health is conceived, as the wisdoms of all traditions come together, collide, dance, sometimes fight, and invariably work on through into a far superior way of both understanding… and creating, our lives.
As we move into this new world, the Mutable Wildflowers are a marvelous guide, linking our imagination, and our body.

FLOWERS
Homeopathy is the study of balance. It introduces extraordinarily small amounts of a substance into the body… to help our bodies learn to work with balance from many directions, and learn to weave them together in ways that expand what we are. The Psychiatrist that took on my case practiced homeopathy.
After listening to my story, and not minding the order being fraid, he gave me one dose, of one substance, and the terror I’d been facing completely transformed.
He gave me Cannabis.
He told me to wait a year before using it regularly. That I’d followed it so far from myself, that I’d lost touch with my body, and I needed to start over. I began practicing Yoga, and met myself again.

AUDACITY
I grew up in this country. I lived in a small town, read the books in school most children do, learned to love baseball and dream of trophies for whatever I did. We have all been schooled to ‘win’.
And as I’ve grown, and learned to humble and soften this dance, I clearly center in the realization that for me to ‘win’ someone, somewhere, will loose.
This is a very silly system, to design so much around hostility, around relative comparison, around dfostering the desire in everyone for outcomes (winning, getting that trophy) which cannot possibly all succeed.
We were raised to learn how to dream of destroying each others dreams.
If this sounds harsh, please breathe, and realize that it is true. How much is wasted by dreaming in a manner that conflicts? Can we learn to dream in ways that harmonize, so that the collective insight and attention of all our dreams… actually wor together?
The only answer I accept, is yes. The only reason I can understand that it isn’t like that yet…
Is that we couldn’t handle it.
It is actually a very simple answer. We tend to experience intensity in competition, and thus have come to accept the premise that intensity, success, and movtivation and joy itself depend on competing. The world will either devolve into anarchy without the structure that competition provides… or lethargy as we all fail to care about doing anything anymore.
Ridiculous! We just haven’t been ready. Right now, if the collective force of all beings on this planet were actually aligned, we may well spontaneously combust. Each time I ask, I get a sly smile, and a deep knowing comes in.
We have been pitted against each other, culturally and individually, so that we may learn to balance our power. It has been a phase, and we are on the threshold of a new one.
And that is why I do indeed have the audacity to believe, that it is time to open up a whole new way of relating with the Wildflowers. That scribes and yogis for millennia have been working with a system of energy that was purposefully jammed at the base, and if this research is accurate, has actually been out of tune for thousands of years.
Why? That may eventually be its own book. The simple answer is the same as competition… we couldn’t have handled it.
And now we can.
Fasten your souls,
It is time for …

DECENSION
One day a little ball of prana decided to jump into me.
I can say one day, because he was accustomed enough to stay through the night, without dancing back out beyond our at-most-fear....
Its so cooooold in the half-light of a spinning plan-et. So cold.
Funny thing is, our at-most-sphere is the same as their at-most-fear, at least round about these parts. Can you imagine what it must be like to bathe in the sun, all the time, an ocean of love with light all around?
hour after hour after hour.
What are hours... anyway?
And one day he, and I can say he because he spins counter-clockwise... on day he learned to watch humaniTV. This is a huge step. You can’t pay attention to something you can’t see. You can’t see something that doesn’t make any sense. To watch HumaniTV, light balls have to pay attention to entirely new flows. It ain’t easy.
They don't just surf the breeze, mind the trees, and dance... they watch us too...
Even though we make an aweful lot of noise, even if we are rarely paying attention to the fact that we are being heard… or seen.

As he comes down into me, he slows, like a helicopter, and feels the torrent. It is considered very brave indeed to enter the kundalini snake of a human.
He allows the frequencies to find peace with balance, subtles his charge, and waits to be taken in.
I'm pretty excited to learn, as .... he..... dances down into my roots.

THE BODY, OF LIGHT
We live in an Ocean of Love. A sea of prana, spirit energy is flowing all around our souls, caressing our bodies, pulsing with our breath, every moment of every day. A spirit lover who is always with us.

Just beyond the reach of our fingertips, there is a ball of light. Our Aura, is made of denser prana, and surrounds our energy field. At the top of our heads energy bursts out like a fountain. At the base of our feet, living roots reach down, drawing up prana, releasing used and non-useful energies to be embodied by beings that need them. Our physical body is within an apple of energy flowing up, down and around, within a ball of are you readyt, within an ocean of love.
Chi comes in everywhere (and becomes inner-chi), absorbing through all ranges of membranes. It also comes in strongly at the crown and the base. It flows up through the body, and down through the body. It flows in and out at the feet, and in and out at the crown.
Our energy fields are always breathing.
Within the body, energy flows up the spinal column between and around the wildflowers. In each, it changes frequency, density and speed, as it shifts into the meridian system to flow into every cell within the physical body.

ENTER
Are you ready?
Don’t get me excited if you aren’t going to come through… it is exhausting.
We are not getting you excited, that is your response, along with the fear.
Yes.
There is a fortune awaiting you.
Do you enjoy this role? It seems boring
Cynicism doesn’t suit you, and be glad so much attention goes to zeroing these thoughts. No fear, just be grateful. You are well loved, and have a fortune nearby. It is not dangled,n or a reward. It is what opens when you open.
You are opening, are you ready?
I surrender to what I need to be, do, feel, release, and enjoy. Is that good enough?
Dance. You are ready.

GAIADANCE
I use many words as I write, that are played apart, opened, and explored. They were seeded.
Gaia has guided all of this. There are many questions this will raise, and a vast range of thought patterns and paradigms which will eventually adjust to the reality… that we have always been Gaiaded.
Moses on his mountain, with a bush he may have burned. Pythagoras with his measures, and silence, King Henry with his murderous parting form the pope.
And Gaia ain’t your average divinity.
She seems to care little for credit, or acclaim. Her intent, is, and has always been, to guide us well. To raise us to be ever more magical parts of herself, alive in our own fires of divinity. Able to create with each other, and eventually, with her.
A Gaiad is any being in tune with her, such that the dance of our life brings not only the beauty of its form, but the passion, power and insight of Gaia herself.
In the resence of a Gaiad, the healing and creation that may come, will come. Just add trust, and the love will flow.

DESIRE AND DEATH
When we do not know how to interpret a feeling, we begin to learn. We use what we do know, and compare, contrast, spin and swirl, reaching to expand and identify… what are these feelings? What is this thing?
Erin is a healer. She came to me because I could help, and she needed it. Two of her friends had recently died. Her daughter was without her father, and life was generally in a swirl.
Her friends died from overdosing… and to do THAT you have to be loving that little line around the edge of death a little too much. Such love ripples, and affects all you know. It goes both ways. Those who do dive over that edge flirt with others… who at least look at it with wonder.
I flirt with it. I wouldn’t know half these things if I didn’t. I’m blessed to have learned to stay on this side. I like it here.
Erin needed to come back. I could feel her friends pulling at her, the shared Karma that brought them together was aching to be fulfilled. Greedy karma. Weren’t two lives enough?
So we dove. I felt into the lines, black reaching up from the roots. Black is not bad. Bad is not evil. Evil is pain that chooses not to heal. Black is simply hidden existence, chi beyond what is in tune with us, beyond what we can see (yet). And these – black – lines of energy were reaching into her power. They were another way of life calling, a way so different that to join it, we’d have to leave our body.
I like diving. I tuned to the lines, which had reached up into her navel – in the thirteen wildflower system, the navel stores and guides our power. It is where we shape our identity, form it, and ‘power up’ into what we are. Something wanted to use her power… differently.
We tuned in, and I remembered my grandmommy dying.
To make sense of this, please understand, I operate with a whole lot of guidance. Not a little, a LOT. There are angels everywhere when we touch. I ask them for help. They yell to me whether I as or not. When I start remembering something deep in a session, I consider it an Angel movie. It feels like a ball of light bursting into my inner-awareness, with many perceptions, emotions and ideas experienced at once.
Angel-speak. They talk faster than we do.
Once upon a time my grandmommy had gotten in bed and told me she wanted to die. I sang to her, and told her I’d sing to her again when she did die. But it wasn’t time yet.
When she was dying, I wasn’t with her body. So I climbed a tree, and stayed up there for a long long time. I was living in her old house, in her old hometown. The tree oversaw it all… I chanted her name, MarthaMae, and cried.
And I saw her rise… feeling her light reach into my grandpa’s, who had preceded her. They were dancing at our at-most-fear, preparing to take a new journey… together… to another star.
The whole experience had ripped open my sense of possibility, and replaced my old little walls with some very big visions. I felt them again with Erin.
We called in the power of life beyond life.
It worked. Somehow I felt her little daughter speaking with me… ‘you don’t have to worry about taking my mother this far… she needs it’ And that was that. The old ideas of death, born on the edges of some very distant drugs… were replaced with something new. I felt her most recent-to-death friend, she was wih us, and felt hope now. Her spirit had been stuck in limbo. Now it wasn’t. She let go.
I don’t always understand this shit till afterwards. Perhaps I’d be too nervous if I did.
And BOOM, a lot of feeling came up. I’d forgotten to specify how to replace this dark root flow. And because I hadn’t specified, Karma from both of us took hold, and we felt desire. Both?
She vibrated, red washing into the spaces where black had been. My second wildflower pulsed. It was very strong.
This is where feelings are not feelings. They are raw energy, which express as feelngs. If I presume that any strong pleasure in my second wildflower calls for sex – it’ll feel sexual. If I learn that the second wildflower can mature into In-to-me-see… and allow the flows more range of expression… then the pleasure will bloom into a different kind of flower.
If two people are learning to do this… together… you get what we got.
Such power is not something I’ll ever claim to master. Too primal to think I can own it. But I could recognize… as the magnetism of our resonance surged…
A voice said ‘how can you deny something so strong…’
And I felt in reply…
… there was nothing in the heart.
I breathed. And put my hands on her heart, and kept saying no.
My brain was a swirl, but our hearts began to glow. We both breathed, a little more relieved. It didn’t take words to rediscover friendship.
And it was an honor to move through shared Karma, to find a deeper center for both of us in love. I am not immune to feeling the power of such healings, and desiring… and this seemed to a be a lesson in what my true calling is… if I’m going to help guide through such extremes, I’d better learn not to be overcome by misplaced passion.
When an energy, any energy, faces its end, it can reach for union, for the power that comes with giving so deeply. Perhaps it wants to hold onto life a little longer? Perhaps it wants to go out with a bang?
I had to recognize it as it is. And say no.

REPLACING
That is a strong example of a crucial Gaiadeline, that I had forgotten to honor.
When we identify energies that are out of balance, and begin to take steps to shift them… it is imperative that a new path be laid AT THE SAME TIME. It needn’t be compicated… ‘I chose to replace this confusion with… a relaxed joy’ or ‘I chose to replace this anguish with music…’ I usually pause, and ask ‘what would you like to replace this feeling with?’ I’m biased, I guide them towards something creative. If they reply that they don’t have such a pursuit, we mine their childhood. It never fails to reply.
If we do not guide the inner-chi to shift its expression, some other karmic pattern will take over, or the energy itself will simply shrug, and go back to doing what it was doing before.
Often, very very often, the reason the pain has surfaced is BECAUSE a new path is calling. It is rarely difficult to reveal, once we turn to face the worst thing in the way.
And prepare to replace it.

MUSIC is MAGIC
I used to have so many sensory perception running through my awareness that it was all I could do to breathe. Years worth, of this, and I can recall reaching my limits. It was as if all the anguish in the world was coming to me, and I didn’t know what to do.
And then I did.
Dave Brubeck has a famous piece called ‘Take Five’. In it, the actual meter of the music changes, back and forth between 3/3 and 4/4. It is rare for the music we listen to, and it made magic work. .
I had been praying and raying for help… and I got… Dave Burbeck.
As Iheard the music again and again, I was starteled. Everything else I had tried to focus on had been ‘eaten’, or so it seemed, by fear and anguish. What was going on?
As I paid more attention, I realized that the 4/4 part was in tune with the fear, but the 3/3 part was free of it. I began focusing on the second section.. and then I created a chorus to go with it…
‘Sometimes all I need, is to know that I’m in love’
It worked.

INSTRUMENTS
For a time I worked with a remarkable man. He had spent decades traveling the world, learning from indigenous shamans, making instruments and chanting out 'bad spirits'. Bad spirits are many different things. Bad spirits can also be called dissonant energy, or rage, or cancer, or simply something that is alive past its time. These understandings are all inter-woven, and as he taught me... the key is to discover where they can be moved.
Sometimes it is best to see… that a bad spirit, is a bad spirit.
When you make a simple instrument, like a small two string guitar... you have to carve it so that sound waves will resonate and amplify clearly. Once you're close to done, it may not resonate quite right. The trick is not to find out where it has been carved ‘wrong’, but to find where it can be transformed into balance. There is a big difference.
As he showed me, you can carve it on the neck, or at the base, within the sounding chamber, or even at the very tip. At each point, the work you do can 'fix' the dissonance. The key is to find where it can be adjusted gracefully and simply.
Such is also true of us. We are instruments, and we are more than we see. We have gone slightly insane by focusing so much on the material body. To effectively help each other heal, we have to include all the ranges of influence we have over our health. So many ailments, anxieties and even cancers can be healed through energy-work.
With simplicity and grace.ENTER
May I speak directly with Gaia please?
You are.

HOW WE SEE
Quantum Physics has recently (re)given us a clear way to understand that how we see… affects what is real.
As we dive into the world of Wildflower energy, this realization becomes increasingly powerful. I suggest we begin by looking at the way we view health itself.
When you feel a pain or discomfort, how do you respond? If you feel a dis-ease, do you assume it is something ‘wrong’? Can you understand that this assumption itself, contributes greatly to shaping what is real?
I got what is called Lyme disease once. My whole system got a fever. My leg swelled up, my foot got amazingly stiff, and I had these round circles around a little mound that looked just like the web pics of Lyme. I went to the doctor and got antibiotics… …and I was afraid.
That night a being came to me in dreamtime and said that I was not to kill what had come into my body. I chose to trust that voice, and it changed my life. I began to hear voices in my awareness, guiding me to evolve, from that time on. I was connected to new life in ways that amazed me. They taught me of plant thinking, with simple clear lessons. They encouraged me to learn from teas, and smoking. They encouraged me to continue when I became afraid.
They blew open my mind, again and again.
The challenge is to embrace that opportunity to be more. Increasingly, Gaia is challenging us to be what we were born to be. She is willing to force the issue, and create 'viruses' that are also keys to new doors.
We enter, or we leave.

ENTER
Where do they go when they die?
They don’t go anywere, they change color, and disapper. If you mean where can they then be seen, witnessed, and loved in view… they are still ‘here’. They are in Gaia, as are you. Gaia works with many dimensions, the string theorists are close, cause the last is a ball. The one they miss holds rage and fear, which is why they haven’t allowed themselves to untie it yet.
Everyone is just going to think I’m making this up. I even think that I am.
You are. You are ‘making this up’, putting the energy of tehse words above you, as a guiding star, as a way to make sense.
To make, sense. To create meaning where there has been none.
You are making sense, creatng it, with us, with love, with chi’s that are beyond what you have knwn as yourself.
When you choose to do this, inspiration often comes through. Sometimes call it you, and often don’t, or it won’t keep coming.
This is how people go insane.
Depends on what you mean by insane. Is it confusing? Yes.Yet clarity at the cost of harmony can be devastating to love. You do realize we can respond to most of your concerns before you can put them in words?
Yes.

ROMANS
August(us), July(ius), October(Octavius) were all Roman Emperors. They designed our calendar, the one that has every day of the year defined against the return of the Sun, and pretends the Moon isn’t there.
Learn to feel her tides…
Once Upon a Time the Romans broke a world taboo, and actually started cutting open bodies and learning about what was going on inside. I won’t judge this choice. I far prefer a doctor change my broken body when it bleeds, than a leach. Yet one consequence of their choices was an almost complete loss for the sacred spirit within us. Everything became defined by the body that our body can touch, and cut, and categorize.
The trend continued, and as Europe stumbled through the 'dark ages' the Arabs preserved Roman and Greek knowledge, and added to it.My
They nicely handed it back in the Renaissance, which eventually gave birth to our joyful 'I think therefor I am' approach. We've taken both the body centric model and thinking thinking thin-ink-ing to the extreme. We've actually lost touch with our inner-chi.
And so people die from stuck energy, while thM.D.s can keep a heart beating when it is open to the air.
One of my best child-hood friends is now the co-director of a Teaching Hospital. When he was in Med-school, the one class session dedicated to ‘alternative medicine’ was launched by a doctor in a Wizards hat, mocking all approaches outside (his) domain.
Apparently to be heard, we have to dance with Magic, Well.
Okay, I like that challenge.

ENTER
I want to talk with the Moon.
You do, often.
I thought you said it was all Gaia?
Gaia and Luna have a more interesting relationship than we can possibly describe. Let us put it this way… you are shouting to Luna when Gaia comes home.
That doesn’t make sense…
Yet.

HYPOTHESIS
Matter, spirit, emotion and thought are all of the same... vibrating energy. This energy is organized, guided and 'played' through the wildflowers, age old energy centers present in human beings. The Wildflower system is a flexible collection of energy centers, that is woven with the meridian system, and our physical bodies. It is flexible within a range of creation yet to be determined.
The wildflowers are a primary mode of interaction between our imagination and material reality. The number, size, role and many other elements of the wildflower energy body is open to our exploration. The many different sets of wildflowers, or similar energy vortexes throughout Gaian cultures... are simply an introduction. By consciously interacting with Gaia, we can co-create ourselves. A musical set of Wildflowers is a primary tool as we begin this new phase of evolving Human Angelic nature.
A simple way to engage the wildflowers begins with music. Strings on a guitar can be tuned. So can the wildflowers. The energy body can thus be played, where sickness, health, and divine magic are all elements of musical style. This is a profoundly amazing instrument. We can use color, pitch, emotion and more to create our instruments, tune them, and learn how to play together in love.
Making Love.
I am getting a lot of gaia-dance to work with thirteen wildflowers... which can be tuned to a complete octave. We can choose which wildflowers to activate and 'play' by associating sets of eight 'notes' that work analogously to our western musical 'keys'. Within each key, we open unique energy relationships, enabling different forms of consciousness.
The extent to which we can actively choose what is real, accept ancient wisdom, and weave it with angelic Gaiadance... is still open to discover. Not every approach will work, so there are advantages to beginning with foundations that do. The emerging eight wildflower system... is part of a thirteen wildflower system that has been played in the key of C (the note most often attributed to the root wildflower). It takes very little adjustement.
I am getting repeated insight that we need to recognize a wildflower still lower than this root. It is (sometimes?) black, and embodies the legs, feet, and roots into the ground.
It holds the door to our past lives, to the transformation of the pains and rage we have long called evil, and to the magical essence we have long repressed.
It is learning to rise.

GAIA
We live in a giant ball, this we can rely on. This ball is alive, ‘She’ spans what we know of life and death.
When we ‘die’ we are still in Gaia. Perhaps you’ll leave soon there-after. Perhaps you’ll come back in a body. Perhaps she won’t let you.
Perhaps she egged you to be born in the body you have now, to bring passions beyond memory.
She breathes us with her being, and tends us as her own body. She does the best she can.
Most of us have shared many lifetimes here. When we die, we are still within her, as the gift of our body is returned, and we re-member (put back together… ) what we are, and why we came, and what we choose to create next.
Why do we forget? Because we have chosen to create something new, something of her, something of here, where this is Heavon on Mother Earth. Our HOME.
Can you feel her heart beat beneath your feet, and within your bones?
It ripples through you. Listen.

ENTER
Speak it yell it scream it whisper it, be silent. It doesn’t matter. They are already born, already here, and already dancing so much more love to life within their families, that it is way to late to change. No title can crown or soil them. No hatred can beat their love. No death can take away the dawn they cry into life.

CRYSTAL CONSCIOUSNESS
Christ Consciousness. Crystal Consciousness. Now
If we understand many forms of consciousness as expressions of different rays of light, refracted from through a crystal… what does it feel like to enter the crystal, and choose which rays to ride?
Amanda had been in before, and been with Katie. It had triggered something very deep. People often seem to rocket when they dance in the love between us, it creates a balance that allows much more depth.
She is strong, and graceful, like Xena. In her Aura, I knew she had a child.
Her High Heart, was tense, and her solar plexus was fierce.
As we worked, I could tell that something was happening to her that was beyond conscious knowing. I felt a sacredness come over us that remains humbling. My voice got deeper, the words came fast, and before thought. I had a little fear that I was being too strong, but it was coming in a flow that defied my choices.
In her high heart dissonance, in her right shoulder… guilt. What was it? We went inside.
Stretched. As we dampened the guilt – It became clear that she knew her child needed something that no one else believed in. She began to glow just as we touched it.
She was being transformed, and it didn’t make sense. The clarity – protect her child. Not only her child, but a vibration of love that is not being seen. She didn’t want to choose between this calling, and the relations and expectations of her family, but she was changing from the inside out, and it was pulling her…
And her Aura shown Indigo, with flames of Violet.
Indigo Children are being understood as the heralds of a new world. The reasons are becoming increasingly clear.
Indigo is the color that tunes most naturally to the third eye. I share this with a clear heads up – I am only beginning to understand what I’m about to say.
In the third eye, energy can change, consider it a transformation from outer-chi to inner-chi.
When we learn to allow the inner-chi key to change to the third eye, we can activate this switch, and play a more awake role in the flows that come through us. We can consciously follow chi through the third eye and go up, or carry new light in, change, and come down into the lower bodies. It is more than one frequency above what we’ve known, it means we can consciously work with inner-chi on a whole new level.
And as soon as I noticed this, I felt red surging up the bodies. She was pissed at how deeply she, and her child, ARE being invaded by energies that trample on them like an elephant in a divine garden of flowers. She was pissed.
These passions are real. They ‘matter’, and ideally they materialize to create boundaries we need.
They also trigger stories of knights and heroes, where good and evil fight. These stories create clarity for action – something has come in that has got to leave. A formed or forming boundary has been violated, and primal growls rise.
Once the line has been set, we must protect with another love, The Violet Flame.
It can only be used if you learn how to move through the third eye, to open to our shared existence in the Gaian body. As you do, you can call it in, and it honors the red road, and clears away danger to make room for love.
The rages rise, trigger the third eye, and then allow violet to take over. Violet light tunes above the third eye, so it is more of the greater ocean than this body… yet. When we surrender the urge to protect ourselves into Violet light, we accept the protection of Gaia herself, and honor that things may begin to happen that we do not understand. It is a surrender through the third eye ‘switchs’, guided by love of our shared body.
She didn’t fight it much, after receiving a compliment for being ‘so damn fierce girl….’ All her life, fiercely guarding her own psychic magic, without the words to explain…
‘bless your courage
Bless your courage’
Her anger receded, down to her second and third wildflower… now we were in her own feelings, a sense of expectation, sexual games, pain….’
She had chosen to leave her husb and, the father of her child, because he didn’t understand the crystal nature.
Here I am, knowing this, feeling a man’s anger at loosing sexual expression on his clock, stepping on the crystal vibes of his own child… breathe in light, breathe in love, feel it, blessings in this space, my all dissonance melt, and the path of universal love guide us all…’
And above all else, may this child be kept safe.
Amanda has chosen to leave him. The primal call to protect something for which she is only learning the words, something new in her child. Does every parents believe their child is so special? Yet something so special is happening to these children, and it really is new.
They are being born inside the crystal. They are being born with the capacity to not only be a hiher frequency than the rest of us, but to change their frequency so adeptly they can dance circles around our vibes and end up back above us, without so much as a tremble.
Amanda ‘May you always know that your body is your own… what you choose to feel and allow within your body – or not – is up to you. No rule or exchange, no expectation or payment of debt, can involve what you choose to put in you.’
And then I was speaking Crystal.
Find the fear. Feel it, and intend to approach in a manner that can truly heal, touch at a depth that transforms, and redirect the energy into creativity, care, and self – love.
When the being feels safe.. the full spectrum emerges, the control loosens. It is special.
Crystal children are being born.ENTER
Many of them will die in the ‘wrong’ ways, having taken on more heavy karma, through love, than they can bear. may will be rushed repeatedly by families and structures that do not know them or see them or love what they bring. They will inspire fear, and they will keep dancing. They will learn to hate, and end the hate. They weill learn to adopt evey fase pattern humanity has held, and learn through them faster than light. They will cry and scream, and pound iand shout, but in the end, they really just want to dance.
A dance so pationate no one will hold it back, for it will reflect every colorm, every tradition, every sound and every movement.
And the dance will be in harmony with her, with us, with what we are becoming.
They will keep coming until the change is complete.

INDIGO
In the early eighties, some gifted seers began to notice that many intense children were being born with Indigo vibrations in their Aura. Since then, the term Indigo child has come to define these children.
To express a lot of Indigo, a being must awaken their third eye enough to participate in the transformation between inner and outer chi. It is a big evolutionary step.
This will only make sense to you if you accept that children are not little blank slates to be induced into sugar and television addictions. They are beings beyond measurement, with a wide variety of other experiences, who have chosen to be born here, now.
And thus they can be born as carriers of the Third eye switch, and launch Indigo energy into the world.
Indigo gives access to Violet, and Violet clears. It is a higher vibration, and it is fierce. Violet light will cleanse most other lights, when it bears that intention. I use it often to do exactly that.
And Amanda had Indigo in her aura, with flames of Violet.
Amanda was being transformed into an Indigo being, because she so deeply wants to protect her child. Indeed, she is changing so quickly it was clear she was reaching to be crystalline herself, and needed to slow down in Indigo. Here, she is far enough.
Her child is crystalline.
Crystalline children are born as prisms. They can refract all colors of the spectrum, attuning their wildflowers to different frequencies. To do so, they had to choose to embody compassion beyond individuation, to be born – consciously - as living cells in a greater body.
They are magical
They are sensitive
They are exploding
They need our help

CREATING BALANCE
The Chakras have been researched for centuries. They are present in Indian, Mayan and Jewish wisdom. Natives in Indonesia have been known to see the energy of them, along with Hindu symbols, with their own eyes. Now why on earth would we ever ‘see’ a symbol, in the body of a ball of light?
I do not choose to prove their existence, as others have done that well. Sometimes it is necessary to keep exploring, even if a large proportion of thinkers don’t even believe the field exists. They’ll come along eventually.
The contention? Chakras are 'real', and more within our influence than is commonly supposed. In this essay I introduce some of the ways in which this can occur, along with a musical paradigm in which to overstand them.
The traditional Indian system articulates different fixed forms of 'petals', various tones that activate each wildflower, and specific energy pathways that connect them. The supposition is that while these patterns do indeed 'work', they are not as rigidly defined as the tunnels of our intestines. We can reduce each wildflower to a simpler state in our imaginations, transforming the color, tone, radius and even the scope of their influence, as we explore and open new ranges of energetic balance.
Our imaginations are real, and transform reality when they harmonize with Gaian rhythms.
The core principal is balance. As we change our bodies, we affect the world around us, and the many complex systems that keep us alive. Thus the manner in which we shift our energy must remain within ranges of harmony, balance, and flow. While it may even be possible to exist without the wildflowers altogether, they enable a range of creativity we have only begun to explore as a species, and enable us to create and recreate patterns of living that are sustainable, and continue to evolve.
The exploration of what we can become, is intimately woven with these energy centers. By focusing on thirteen major wildflowers, by attuning them to color and pitch, and by choosing sets of them to activate within the musical key structure, we can open many doors to healing and transformation.

ENTER
What do I do when people do not want to change?
You are under the misimpression that this will stop anything.
So just see it, even though it may look so wrong, or painful?
No, don’t just see it, see it and look at it and talk to it within. You may not see clearly, but pain cannot hide. Your words will reach it, and being of love, they weill do what needs to be done to change them
Do not think that words are words. They are not,. They are the title on light ball letters that you send on in. Let yourself be a channel for much more than you are.
My words within get to them?
Always, and you know this well. It reaches and awakens their divinity. Let yourself be reached too.

KARMA AND SILENCE
Doug... came in with a pulled thigh. He ws tall, wealthy by look, and kind. As one of the few men I had seen, we was a powerful challenge. He held his presence strongly, and this showed me he was good enough at what he was... to be able to open to something new.
Doug had clouds in his abdomen, and his red roots were raw. The rest of his body was unusually loose, and lithe. He played golf, owned golf courses, and received massages often. Doug was so clear, that his Kundalini wanted to rise. He had no context for understanding this, so it was getting stuck.
First, we began with where he was. 'In an understanding of Karma, we can choose to see that you pulled your leg IN ORDER to bring your attentio to something happening to your body, even to induce you to see me. Can you work with this?' I often ask questions in this manner. The answers tell me how far I can go with someone. If they shut down early, they show me they can't open their faith far enough to engage their own energy anyway, so I may as well just relax them and let them go.
He got it. Moreover, he confirmed that he has been having unusual feelings of sexual urges mixed with needing to go to the bathroom when it isn't really necessary. Both are common responses to an activating Kundalini. When the body mind doesn't have a way to interpret sensations, it often channels them through the urges it does understand. The Kundalini starts moving at the base of the spine, and when it starts moving, sometimes the small mind thinks it has to 'get rid of it'.
Or, that it needs to ‘get’ laid.
Kundalini can be understood, roughly, as a big boost in power. Traditional Indian understanding envisions a snake at the base of the spine, which sleeps, until awakened by meditation and proper practices. At this point it'll rise up the spine, cleansing and activating each wildflower, and upping the amperage. Many states of awareness and activity cannot be engaged without a ore active Kundalini.
As I entered the pain of his pulled thigh, I talked to him about what 'pulling' really is. The body has many states of balance. Indeed, our perception of our muscular system is very minute, compared to what is actually happening. We are actually not far removed from babies, we just think we are because we learned how to use the toilet and walk. In fact, millions of sensations go through our system every moment, and we retain and process a very small proportion of them. When we pull a muscle, we engage a new layer of awareness.
We actually rip open a new balance, consider it like an energetic skin. For a time it remains caught between the old one and the new one. If we reflexively jerk back towards the prevcios one, attempting to preted we didn't just feel a new range... it will become what we know of as pulled. If we pause, breathe into it, and surrender... we'll find a whole new balance awaiting.
The key is to realize that this is an opportunity to go deeper. If we don't take it, it'll come again, but we may live out the un-choice as pain for a little while before we see it again. And again... he got it. He breathed in, worked with me as we meditated out the grewness, and released it down into the ground. All of these approaches were new to him, and we was confident enough in himself to take the chance on them.
A curious, and awkward element of my work arose at the end. I noticed, that despire his high level of ease, his heart had bands around it. His energy indicated he was married... which he was. It also indicated that he wasn't just feeling odd sexual urges, he was following them, apart from his wife.
This was information I simply didn't feel comfortable challenging him on. I followed it obliquely as I taught about how to channel an over-active sex drive up the spine into the heart (and then even further up), but sometimes I see things I just don't think people are ready to talk about.
Silence.

ZEROING
When I first began to consciously follow internal gaiadance, I received a simple understanding that is crucial to working with energy. It is called zeroing.
Any energy can be ‘zeroed’ by another energy of a mirrored pattern, that essentially goes down whenever the first frequency goes up, and up when the first goes down. When they are added together? Silence.
This phenomenon can be understood with anti-noise machines, that literally take in a sound, mirror it, and emit the opposite frequency to negate a wide range of noises all around us. It is an effective way to balance out and negate forces that are present, and malignant, howeer it takes energy to mirror, and when an individual is already fueling the a wounded energy (wound, tightly spun energy wound up in a knot), it takes double energy to negate it.
So zeroing is only healthy to use as a way to create space, peace from which to act, and the confidence that a given energy can be balanced.
It often happens semi-consciously, as aggression may be taken in, and held. Many stuck patterns involve energy that has been zeroed without skill – kept in check at a daily expense of lifeforce. To heal, we must unqero, reconfront the original vibrations, ‘heal them’ (bring them into balance by our side, like a dog) and THEN rechannel the energy freed up into a new pattern… else it get called back into the old, well worn patterns.

ENTER
Why is anyone going to believe me on this, how can I prove that these wildflowers exist?
Use them.
But that isn’t “proof’.
It is however, alive. It will guide you into what you need to do to share well.
Is that enough?
For everyone, no? Doubt comes in many forms, and if you try to reply to it all, you wiill drown.
It seems to me that it is too early to write this as a book, that I need to do more work first.
Why? Because you want to publish it like a ‘proof’. We are calling you out now, so more will be inspired. Together, you will form the proof, and the experience that it takes to introduce it more widely.
Meanwhile, put up with the doubt.?
Not the doubt in your heart, is it still there?
Yes.
Well look at it.
A mixtuture of excitement, desire to validate my choices, and grandiosity that gets out of control fast, makes me feel ridiculous.
Ah, yes, which is why you are being encouraged to share this early, and work with others.
What do I do about the grandiosity?
Accept it. Smile. Rest. And realize that no goal of now will ease the pains of the past. You must learn to allow what was to be, and to transform.
Rest now.

JEFF
Jeff was a rather imposing Jujitsu instructor. He was very tense in his shoulders, and his stomach was in knots. When I looked into his energy, there was a lot of garbled green in his Navel wildflower. The Navel tunes well to yellow-orange. Green there involves the parts of identity that are wrapped up in love. When it is not clear energy, it indicates a lack of flow.
Then I looked in his shoulders, they are usually tuned to green in this 13 wildflower system, and there was a lot of grey, black and white there. When I tuned into those energies, by focusing on them with my intent, I felt other people.
So I asked 'do you tend to take care of the people around you?' Yes.
We first balanced with his wife. I learned that she was Japanese, and hated Japanese men. This was simple psychology... he felt a pressure to both be as masculine as a hard nosed man from her home, but without being all the bad attributes, a contrasting pressure. I spoke this, and fooosh... his shoulders relaxed more as I pressed into them, and some of the white spotty energies left. Sometimes just realizing how two seemingly separate feelings relate… creates balance.
Then to the black spider-webby things, that also seemed to be reflected in his Navel wildflower. and even reached down into his Pelvis.
'Brother?' it felt like... money. 'Do you support your brother financially?' Yes, and it is getting draining.
Further conversation revealed that he gave money to a lot of people around him, and that he never expressed his own anger with those close to him. In fact, he fought in ultimate fighting bouts. As I continued to question, listen, and focus on the energy in his body, it became clear that he had become responsible for zeroing the extremes of all the people around him. He took on the resonance of their anger and pain, without expressing then, and then 'worked them out' in the ultimate fighting ring.
He was a very kind, even a soft man. He had a lot of green in his solar plexus, but it wasn't flowing. His heart, where the green love is centered, was clouded. So I suggested that he was actually a very loving man, who knew how to share his love primarily by holding a strong space for those around him. When we went deeper, it was clear that as a youth he had fought a lot, and his anger had gotten out of control. Jujitsu had become a means to channel that rage, and once he developed such a dramatic way of channeling energy, he had inadvertently become a lighting rod for the less intense emotions of those around him... which was becoming overwhelming as they all piled on to 'such a strong man'.
We focused on this loop. We choose the patterns we live. He had taken on a lot of dissonant energy, which felt horrible. But it did give him power in his fighting practice, which reaffirmed to him that the hears and chaos of his youth was done. To change the pattern, he needed to see that what he wanted most was to love the people around him, and taking on their confusion by allowing them to loose their center constantly in his presence… was not empowering them. And thus not loving them.
The green rose, centered in his heart, and his Solar Plexus shined.
By the end of the session his shoulders were soft, his heart was clear, his Pelvis, Navel and Solar Plexus were balanced, and he seemed set on not giving away any more money as a means to express love.

UnZEROING
Jeff was ‘zeroing’ a lot of energy – using his own raw power to negate the vibration of dissonant energies around him. He became so strong, in so many ways, that he has an abundance of many forms of energy. He uses this energy to zero the fears of those around him. To reclaim ourselves, we have to do just that – reclaim the parts of soul we’ve ‘spent’ to balance forces we may not even be aware of anymore.
It is no accident lives seem to get less and less dynamic as time goes on. Very few individuals know how to move out of old experiences. It isn’t actually easy. By nature, we give each moment we live something of our soul, and then let it freeze. Yet even the past is alive, and if we freeze it in a picture in our minds, we must fund this picture, this memory of feeling, with energy from NOW. Now energy gets depleted more and more, and we get duller.
Actually, everything we live through has many meanings, on many levels. If we choose to try and keep it frozen, it won’t grow and reveal new doors into magic.
You gotta give up control to let these soul flows free. They’ll scare you to pieces, and then reform you while you cry, with fear, with sorrow for what is gone, and then with joy.
To be a fully alive. Now.

END PART

A LIST
There are many wildflowers. These are the ones that work well in balance, with a thirteen wildflower system that can be tuned to musical keys, to play the body electric. I have continued to ‘tweek’ the placement, alignment, color and pitch. This is a work in progress.
Black WIldFlower (below or above)– Tao, healing passions, past life Karma, Grounding, Magic
Red-Orange Kundalini – Resting power, tribal roots, passions
Orange Pelvis – Intimacy, interpersonal bonding, mirroring
Orange Yellow Navel – Identity, power balancing, shadow work
Yellow Solar Plexus – Intentions, Focus, Flow Management
Yellow Green Crystal Heart – Unconditional Love Center
Green Creative Heart – The Creative Love Center
Aqua Throat – Communication and Expression
Blue Mouth – Divine Surrender, GaiaDance
Lavender Nose – Sensation, Awareness Nexus
Indigo Third Eye – Vision, Transformations
Violet Diamond Eye - Interdimensional
Crystal Crown – Divine Enbrace, GaiaDance

COMING UNDONE Below
If you have worked with your wildflowers enough to learn how to feel them, you have been greatly amplifying their capacity to be. With our attention comes love. With conscious love, comes growth.
I have been transforming from the eightfold system, to thirteen. By ‘intending’ to transform, with my ‘attention’.
Something amazing happens when I change keys. There are several sets of wildflowers that have had to rip apart.
I’ve been working with the traditional seven wildflower system, inherited largely from India with some Wester twists and colors. Carolyn Myss, among others, introduced me to them, and later added the eight wildflower above the head.
As I have been learning about this expanded system, some unusual changes have begun to open within me.
The eighth wildflower has been my link to dreams, to that which is beyond my comprehension. At the dawn of my new energy body, my consciousness entered my eighth wildflower. Through a combination of intuition and intent, I ‘saw’ down the channel of my spine, and dove down, while largely retaining the crystalline frequency from above my crown.
It was like a wash of rage, where everything cleared, and all the sudden I grounded deeply into the earth. I do not remember what happened next.

After Next
When I emerged, I was in my feet. My crown, and my feet were glowing, and inbetween felt ike a vast clear lake. Then it began to churn, as the other wildflowers seemed to activate wildly, change, ad release. I continued to hold the crown and feet, imagining the crystal, and a deep vibrant black.
A living Tao.
Here is a primal journey, and the results are profound. As you agree to ‘die’ to what you have been, the whole root wildflower peals away from its moorings at the base of the spine, it ‘goes’ many places. Once it has learned what it needs to, and released its old sense of itself, it returns… into the feet.
Spacial relations are tricky. I experience my root wildflower dancing between my knees. There are also times when my feet glow, and I can’t quite feel it above them anymore. It may be more correct to say that it is mirrored all over the legs. Or that there is another set of wildflowers, operating under different principals, from the thighs down. I experience wildflowers in both feet, calves, knees and thighs. As often as I have attempted to create them in balance with the other wildflowers, they refuse ,and one black wildflower appears between them all, an oversoul of my legs.
My roots.

ENTER
I can’t teach this, people will go nuts
Don’t flatter yourself.
I get that, I do. And, truly, I am at my edge with these changes. The variables are too many to control for, the changes too frequent. If someone tries to follow what I’ve done here, things may happen which I simple cannot help them with, and I do not know who can.
Yes you do.
Gaia

TOUCH
I worked with a woman, a healer, who ignited my pelvis. I am in love with the woman I hope to raise children with. She is my partner beyond any commitment I can put into words. I did not want to be attracted elsewhere, and I was.
One day my friend came into the room I was in, and I felt the rise. I prayed, and asked that it not be sexual. I soon felt my self soften, ye the glow remained.
Is this wrong? It felt so wonderful, I didn’t know what to do. So I breathed.
I once feel in love with the moon, and she taught me that when a woman has sex with a man she does not intend to bear children with, it is a deeper gift than we can remember. The woman shall take the pain of him into her, and it may disappear, if she so chooses. It is an honor beyondthe grace of words.
And in this moment, I felt myself given this, without touch. Pain within me, which some part of her was able to see, was consumed, and melted, and I was left without either lust or fear. The feels she helped me heal in this way, unspoken, have never returned.
They were horrible.

COMING UNDONE Lower
Above the black, in the old place of roots, rests the Kundalini. Sri Desekechar describes 'Kundalini' as the 'blocking energy' to the shakti flow of prana up the spine. When Kundalini 'releases' this flow ignites, and we light up with pranic flow, to a remarkable range of consequences, and possibilities.
My Kundalini first exploded when I was twety five, and left me wondering wtf was going on. I had no knowledge of Yoga, much less the esoteric explorations that lead to this awareness. It 'just happened', amidst turmoil and change in my life. A coming of age without a format to receive me, or a physical guide. It connected me with the Gaiadance within, a traumatic experience that many folks can increasingly relate with. It happened twice more before I even began to 'get a handle' on the expderience. Largely, this invovles lessons in how not to fight, when terror and the destrocution of the 'known' sets in.
A sharp and yet soothing burst up the spine, and out my Crown. As it rose, I felt myself consuming the pain of everyone around me. I was empty and full. I was crazy, and beomcing saner than every pray I had known. I learned then that Africa suffers the pains we choose not to bear.
Since then I’ve had sporadic, intense, and increasingly conscious dance with this flow.
Now that I experience my Sacral Chakra in relation to deeper, black roots, it works much more clearly. The Kundalini snake does rest there. It is a living cork on flows of the soil of our being.
Activation rises to clear the way to our Crown. There is confusion, swirls of bottled energies without relation. Openings up, and openings down that seem to lead straight into the dark.
Conscious attention is needed. What goes down, and what up? Clear and clean. Imagine the black roots, and the white crystal above (of) my crown. Trust the energies to disperse as they need to, and feel pulsing surges in both directions, along with a glowing swirl in the two poles of transforming being.
As the roots realign and part, retune the Sacrum to an orange-red, and raise the pitch to C#. Drop C, and the color red into the thighs.
Yes, you can.
For me, this change depended on learning to channel anger and desire in many new ways. For the good of all involved. Intensities beyond all I have known. Focus, and clarity that come with the realization that my most sacred life=-force is something that I do indeed share.
With you.
As the denser passions come into balance, what was often understood as the ‘sex’ chakra becomes a broader intimacy and creativity vortex, where we learn to see, muse and merge with other individuals in many ways.
If you believe it must be sexual, throw water on your face and ask yourself how deeply you are committed to this path. Rock and Roll will live a little while longer, perhaps you belong with it still?
Mic Jagger seems very lonely to me.

More
Above the Pelvis, another separation occurs. Our power rests in our navel, and our Intentional will now rests above it, in the Solar Plexus. They are not the same wildflower.
The Navel expands the energy that is rising from below. The lower flow is preparing to activate our creative Merkaba in the heart. Here, the frequency attunes, focuses, and ‘powers up’. It is where we center our sense of self.
The Navel wildflower has been performing the duties of the Will, albeit in simpler form. As they separate, the Navel gets to focus, and the Solar Plexus is freed to serve our intentions.
Imagine, for a moment, a yellow center dedicated to Intention.
A clear sense of self, growing in balanced power, sends its energy into the Solar center, and here we shape goals, commitments and the intentions that guide what experiences we are calling in. It shapes what we become.
How do I know this? I asked.

VIOLENCE
I once lived in New York City, and bought a leather jacket.
At the end of each day I was tired, and deserved dinner out. Meat. Beer. A Cannabis dealer came to our door. We once called him back, because he’d left a cereal box full of money on our couch.
New York City was ‘dangerous’, and I was a young man. I chose to study a martial art, and cautioned my girlfriend to get behind me if we were ever threatened in the subway.
It made me feel strong.
After searching, I chose a man who had studied with Shaolin Monks. Chinese American. English does not have the words to describe his eyes.
He taught in a gym, to students who came back often. He was the best I could find in the city. He told me, with true himuilty, that the best teachers in the world were coming to New York.
We practiced in the Children’s Aid Society, a school for children who were poor, and often sick.
The Gym was neither packed, nor empty. As many students came as he wanted to come. Early on, he healed a man’s arm with his hands.
It may have been broken.
Every day, we practiced a combination of group work… and mentored guidance. He’d calmly walk the floor, and pair me with different students, along with more or less guidance on what to do.
He taught me everything.
Really, his approach was to expose me to all of it, in patterns and rhythms that seemed to fit. As he told me quietly, he wanted me to feel the range, from the beginning, so he’d never have to unteach me. Confusion was preferable to ignorance.
The clarity came from me. What I learned well, is what I held.
Slow form, Tai Chi. Hard forms. To embody animals. To fall without pain. To feel pain without breaking. To heal. To meditate with memory. To ground so deeply no one could move us. To move my hands together, my legs, the two sides of my body.
To move our limbs through someones body, so their bones would break.
His eyes and heart caught on to what flowed, and he’d focus in on the elements that I seemed ready to embody. I could not conceive myself in relation to the rest of them. There were no belts. White shirts, Black pants, and a dance of movements all around that were as diverse as my imagination could bear.
And I learned quickly.
My spiraling confidence soon became a prayer for someone to approach me with hostility.
I felt the desire to break someone´s leg.
Just to know that I could.
Not okay.
I left.

MANY MORE
We have many Chakras, and the seven or eight that are commonly focused on are simply the dominant ones. I accept this foundation and suggest... that we can transform our relationship to the wildflowers by actively choosing which ones we use.
This is not a feet that can be used indiscriminately. There are patterns that work, and patterns that don't. We can't choose to do whatever we want, some attempts will simply result in blah, or even in the experience of chaotic, energetic pain.
With elegance and grace, this simple system shifts the human body.
It does not sound elegant to play all the keys on a piano. For every twelve keys, white and black, there are different keys (yes the shared terminology is confusing). Seven of the twelve get used, in a pattern. Whole step whole step half step, whole step whole step whole step half step. The last step actually brings us to the eighth white or black note, which is the thirteenth key from the start. The first and last key are the same note, at a different pitch. If you start on C, you end on C. The combination of white and black notes that are played changes... and the tone and feeling of the music that emerges is very new, set to set – or ‘key’ to ‘key’.
The thirteen notes - c, c#, d, d#, e, f, f#, g, g#, a, a#, b, C.
In the key of c, we use - c, d, e, f, g, a, b, C
In the key of e, we use - e, f#, g#, a, b, c#, d#, E
Our bodies work similarly. If you begin at the feet, and go up the spine, we choose to use a set of thirteen chakras, with the base chakra mysteriously dancing with the crown, and has the freedom to change pitch between B and C.
Of these, eight will be active at any given time. Those eight are determined by where we begin.
We can choose to use any chakra as the center of gravity, and we are then ‘In that Key’. From there we take the patterned steps, and each wildflower we skip over goes dormant. The active charkas change depending on the key we are in, and thus the relationship they have to the other active energy centers. The intent remains clear, we can run energy through our bodies in differnet patters, we can allow different flowers to be dominant, supportive or inactive.
With a remarkable range of consequences, and possibilities.

COMING UNDONE, Middle
The most common Wildflower to refer to is the Heart. It is traditionally used as the energetic center, and indeed, the geometry of energy in relation to our bodies lends it to this role. In the patterns I'm exploring there are actually two energetic centers in the heart, one low, and one high.
As I was learning to work with the Charka keys, I kept hearing a song in my head that I have worked with in many ways. 'Let go of your head, let go of your heart, and feel it.' I kept this mantra revolving, and learned to accept that if I allow the key to change, I need to be able to let go of my heart within certain keys, because in those keys it is inactive.
This was very challenging. In my explorations of consciousness, whenever I get lost I come to my heart. I focus my felt sense there, and with my intent, I activate more energy to flow there. But this is also limiting. If fields of energy are tuned to different energetic keys, and if some of these keys do not involve the frequency of the low heart, then if I activate that energy within those fields... I will either mess up the field, or kick myself out of it. So by learning to release my hold on any specific wildflower, in favor of a swing, between charkas, I become able to swing between energetic keys. Within the key, new sets of charkas activate, and new ways of being become available.
Imagine that the latent potential to work with ‘two’ heart centers has always been around, and that while we havn’t used them, they have been somewhat merged. With a low heart dedicated to unconditional love, and a high heart dedicated to creative love… we can clear up many messes.
Love everyone and everything unconditionally. This doesn’t mean everyone has to live in your home. With the heart, we respond to the challenges of the world with love, we take in energy and dance it unconditionally, without judgement, and give it back into the universe. With the high heart, we create our ‘home’ spiritually, emotionally, and physically. We choose what feelings we ‘love’, and with whom we share them. We follow our creative passions, and we dance and muse with those who share them.
Lacking the guidance of such a distinction, it is easy to get caught in ‘I love it or I hate it‘ inner confusions. The challenge is to learn to distinguish when someone is a part of our creative life.
We can always love them.

QUANTUM FLOWS
Since exploring this system, I have activated extraordinary pain in my head. I have gone through a series of night sweets that is almost entirely new to me. I have ripped open my lower back in a manner I have never experienced. I’ve received deep, clear, feelings from lifetimes I hadn’t known about. I have begun to embody much more inner-chi than ever before.
All these feelings come in rhythm with a change of key. Basically, it feels like I'm unraveling energy patterns that have laid dormant for a long time. The flow within me is opening and changing, and sometimes... it hurts. But the capacity to change keys, with intent and focus, seems to navigate through these pains. As I get through, it becomes easier to switch. I can choose a different wildflower to focus on, allow the key to shift accordingly, and I literally feel the other wildflowers in that key come online. The dormant ones go dull, and I feel anew.
What is happening?
Again, and again, and again… when we encounter something beyond what we’ve known, we need to look for metaphors to aid and illuminate.
I grew up in Ithaca New York, and my friends parents destroyed electrons for a living. Electrons are the smallest – stable – particle we know of, but they aren’t the smallest thing we know of.
They used magnets to speed up two electrons around an underground racetrack, one going one way, and the other opposite. They got them going faster than half the speed of light… and then they moved them minutely so they’d hit head on.
The collision occurs faster than light. It crosses the boundaries of this reality.
This reality is really just one big deal, where we agree to let things work in certain ways. When we approach he edges, things look fuzzy, and magic becomes possible.
When this happens, what we know of reality goes out the window… and the window shows us a little slice of other worlds.
Physicists don’t really know what happens next.
What they do ‘know’ as much as this can be ‘known’ is that what they expect to happen next, affects what happens next. If they look in one place for a shard of the exploding electron… they find it. If they look in this other place… they find it. If they look under, or in a strange new direction… they find it. But they never find them all.
This initiates what is known as an un-collapsed field. For this split moment in time, reality is open. The particle shards can be in many different places, and where we look for them, chooses what will become real. We collapse the field.
I work in a similar way. When there is a surging energy, I match it with a comparable balance. When we meet, on the smallest of levels, I receive a window into what ‘can be’. It is here, on the smallest of encounters with one little wave of one little piece of one little energy… that we can change the resonance, and redirect the field.
By going deeply into the roots of an energy, we can look inside, and choose what to help make real, just by watching in a particle-ular way.

COMING UNDONE, Upper
Further up, we get to pare open the throat from the mouth and chin. There are two wildflowers here, and they have been lead by the throat. The throat guides how we communicate, and express ourselves. It is a chamber, and loves sound. Where the High Heart guids the feelings of creativity, the throat guides the expression of it.
Of course exression often comes OUT of the Mouth, and the mouth and chin are usually weded to the throat and left alone. Truly, they are their own, and liberating them brings some unusual opportunities.
If it hurts, sing. I mean it, allow the pain itsef to guade your cry. It may come out as a primal growl, or a birdsong, or an ancient tribal chant. Whatever it is, do it. By activating your chin, you are surrendering to expression before understanding. Be it, feel it, sing it, say it.
Understand later. This is Divinity speaking through you.
The Chin Wildflower seems to pulse deeply when I don’t know what the hell is going on, so my relationship to it is only beginning. It seems to act like a radio beacon, much like my nose. They are both clarifying themselves slowly.
Where the chin guides, the nose centers. The chin seems to create and articulate boundaries, to drag me over boundaries I thought I had, and to smack me up against those I didn’t kow about.
The nose, gathers. It seems to correlate the many senses I have, and perhaps translate them into forms that make more sense to me. I often communicate telepathically, yet ‘hear’ the words in a monotone. I believe the nose is turning unworded awareness into a form that makes sense to me.
This is the one place in the system where two new wildflowers appear next to each other. Why?
In the Third eye, something magical is happening. There is an experience more like a tunnel than a ball, where chi seems to change, from frequencies of the outer ocean of love to inner-chi that harmonizes with our bodies. The geometry of the Third Eye places, and thus shapes, what the new chi is. It speeds, it slows, it flips, it becomes a part of us.
The Third Eye sees within our bodies, what the eyes see outside. They are of the same wildflower. The Diamond Eye, in the forehead, sees what neither can – Interdimensinal.
What do colors beyond our spectrum look like? What do sounds beyond our pitch feel like? What is it like to inhabit Venus? This information comes through the Forehead.
It is above the Third eye, above the Indigo vibration. It is not yet completely of us. It is a witness, a beacon, a lightning rod.
It also holds many energies that are often attributed to the crown. Indeed something amazing happens in this whole activation. The awareness of an energy above the crown sparks a fire, and that fire dives right down into our bodies… and pushes down, creating a ripple that activates the dormant wildflowers, and transforms their roles.
If I understand this correctly, Many Yogis have meditated for thousands of years to make possible what we are learning to do now. They spent lifetimes consciously raising root energy up through the Kiundalini channel, to a lotus flower above their crown. It worked. Enough of them did it, again and again, that it has become much easier for us. It is as if they expanded what our body can be, and now we can carry that back down into us, and become something more.
I will not write more about the crown, other than this.
It is given to me. It is divine.

HOLY SHII
I lived in a house. We meditated in a room. I lay next to a lady I was strongly attracted to. I felt gasms in my body, as love made love within.

SCAFFOLDING
For a period of time, I taught young children to read in The Bronx, NY. I was stunned to learn that a great deal of research has gone into how children learn to read, and a vast new arena has opened up, called scaffolding, to make it easier. Basically teachers have paid attention to the various steps of reading, steps that we perhaps did not pay attention to in our youth. By learning to recognize the small hurdles children face in comprehension, they've written little books that specifically emphasize different stages in comprehension, and thus 'scaffold' the journey into reading with a great deal of support.
Learning to read used to involve bigger leaps in understanding, that often looked like a light switch coming on... now it is easier for children to learn step by step, without ever facing quite as daunting a chasm. The Wildflower system can work in a similar manner.
Energy has a resonance. It can be felt. It can be tuned to with the consciousness of our intent, and 'read' much like tuning to a radio station, in our minds eyeS. Thus a felt energy can produce a focus, which can manifest as an imagination video, including sound, image, feeling and even tastes and smells. I do all of this in my work. By learning to open our awareness in this manner, we can engage our own body in new ways. We can reconfigure our consciousness, view our choices and their consequences, and even open energy with other people, for healing, and new ranges of creativity and intimacy.
For all of this to work well, we can peer into the simple dynamics of engaging energy, and gain increasing competency as teachers and guides. As we do, our collective capacity to create improves, much like artists are always exploring their fields of creativity.
Energy work isn't just healing, and it isn't just creative art. We 'heal' (slow down and stop unhealhty vibes, and patterns) to recreate balance, and open new ranges of opportunity to create life.
A wildflower system tuned with music offers both a very clear and dynamic way to introduce elements of energy piece by piece, and a much wider range of creative potential, with such a variety of keys to explore and create within.
Amidst this range of possibility, which way is down? with so much to be observed, explored and played... how can we make sense of it all? The wildflower system itself, and an expanded version used with the music structure, offers profound answers to these questions. We are creating a new way of working with our energy body. We are accepting the archetypal nature of sacred geometry. These paradigms are gifts of consciousness, designed and believed in by Angels, to become real in our emerging Gaian world.

DOCTORS AND FEAR
Nancy... came in, and revealed quite quickly, that she was full of anxiety. I didn't need her to tell me, the whole room shook with it as she entered. I felt it, and had to breathe with grace to calm it all down. She soon told me that she was on medication for ... anxiety, that she was in the process of changing her life a lot, and she needed centering.
Nancy is a medical doctor.
This case is important, because my own perceptions were put to the test in a manner I rarely get. I usually have a range of clairvoyance, sight of energy, and felt presence. With Nancy I 'felt' anxiety, and .... numb.
Normally, whenever I feel any energy, of any sort, I can follow it to its roots, or at least to the next knot down the path. This is critical, because our base conceptions are still woven with this Roman body thing. IN truth, the root cause of an issue, OR the most elegant way to respond to an imbalance, may well be located in a very unexpected place.
And With Nancy, I couldn't feel the flow.
There were just two, very loud feelings, anxiety and numbness. It wasn't challenging to talk until we realized that the numbness was the (Paxil) and the anxiety was...
Something very very magical.
The thing about deep magic is that it kills us. REally, death. The funny thing about the astral energy world is that death is a common part. Death just means the dissolution of what is. The energy body dissolves and recreates itself often, every day. Yet whena profound new opportunity comes in, the old system reacts. The terminolgies are unclear here, as we are young to this world of having so many different perspectives from all over the world with which to uderstand what is going on. Suffice it to say that an ego mind gets attached to an energy balance. It is kinda stupid, so the balance can shift without it getting too upset. But if we are preseented with a deep opportunity to transform, the ego may freak out, as it realizes that what it is, will essentially die without ever being reborn.
Ms. Nancy needed to die. Much like the Golfer and his Kundalini, when the system receives a stimuli it doesn't understand, for which it has no place.. it often gets misinterpreted. With nancy, my intuition said she had been thinking about suicide, as she misinterpreted the signal to allow her old self to (die) as a call for physical death. Because the ego was screaming so much with anxiety, she couldn't see the new gift being offered to her.
And neither could I.
I was stuck, she'd already made the choice to go with a drug. On careful prodding she revealed that she just wanted a safe space from the anxiety in order to make clearer decisions. Yet the anxiety was clearly not gone, in fact it was the loudest feeling I've worked with of its kind. So withthe biochemical response to something that was intiially energetic... she'd cut herself off from her own intuition.
I could see far enough to recognize an artist. And she confirmed both that, AND that she had already set up her schedule to be three days on, three days creating art, one day off. Indeed, she wanted to use art as a healer.
Again, I did not feel comfortable challenging her on thoughts of death, it simply felt like it wouldn't go over well. Furthermore, she was clearly making choices in the direction of her soul. Though I couldn't see it with the approaches I normally use, it was there, and she was following it.
So I helped her relax. I gave her faith. I breathed life into the chaos around her neck, where the blue of flow was wrapped with black charred cords. And as I did a little magic hapened. A crystaline light, akin to the eight wildflower, a white light beyond our spectrum... came right into her neck. It looked like a little ball of light, and it entered the center of the space we'd been pulling cords away from.
And I hadn't put it there, or called it in.
So even though Nancy defied my bias, and my comfortable use of energy, something was indeed working. I could do less for her than I hoped, but in the end, I hope it balanced something deep that will unravel with time. It showed me how to call in crystaline medecine. And I've done that repeatedly since, particuarly for (usually women) with bands around their necks, indicating a deep repression of their natural voice.

INTERLUDE IN 13
Each Chakra has a range of jobs for our life. In my experience, and that of many explorers, these roles have been, relatively fixed. The Heart manages our love, and the energy we see or feel within it, reflects the ways in which we are experiencing love for ourselves and others. The Throat's energy reflects our state of communication, along with the blockages and flows that are working, or not. I see the energy in these centers, and can learn even more by focusing on the basic color flows, and opening my psychic awareness to the many senses that respond.
With a focus of thirteen wildflowers, all with specific roles in our psyche, choosing sets of keys to work with at once... has a wide range of potential. It enables us to focus and flow energy through the body in particular ways. It allows us to avoid a wildflower that may be deeply tangled. It allows us to consciously activate wildflowers that have laid dormant. It enables us to activate specific wildflowers within different relationships to the other wildflowers, where they can take on a new kind of role.
It gives us thirteen different ways to transform - and that is just the beginning.

INTO THE HEART
Carolyn Myss is a medical intuitive who studied the 'Anatomy of the Spirit', and researched the ways the pattern of the wildflowers emerges in many different cultures - the Christian sacraments, and the Jewish Kabbalah.. She teaches simple ways of understanding what eight Wildflowers represent, including the kinds of emotions and energies they digest, what role they play in our lives, and how they become blocked.
Following my first encounter with her work, I pondered a relationship, that was on the verge of... changing a lot. I allowed myself to accept in thought, that we were no longer meant to be partners. I suddenly knew I needed to learn how to love her from a different relation, as a deep soul friend. As I did, I cried, and my heart exploded with love. The open burning feeling... defied anything I could remember experiencing. I was opened to the reality of the Wildflowers, and the power they have to help us heal and choose a harmonious life.

IT IS ALL ENERGY
When I was born, my grandfather received inspiration for a book he titled The Physiology of Faith. In it, he explores the relationship between thought, faith, and matter. He asserts that we think with our whole body, that all thought is energy, and that it is not localized in the brain. The distinction between the physical body, and the thoughts we ponder is less fundamental than the similarity. Matter IS vibrating energy. Thoughts are vibrating energy as well, just of different frequency and intensity.
The imagination is real.
He spent four years in India, where he made some breakthroughs in understanding that haunted him, incomplete, for the rest of his life. A bold and unusual assertion that he carried to his deathbed....
Samadhi, nirvana, and 'enlightenment'... are actually specific configurations of consciousness. They are amazing, beautiful and even divine. But they are not the end of anything save a journey pointed in their direction. There are many ways to be. Heaven, samadhi and other such ideas are a way to understand experiences most humans have not had. To be fully aware of our potential, we must understand that even those who have been remembered as saints, were explorers of territories far vaster than they, or we, may suppose. There is so much more to learn.

KARMA AND MEMORIES
Helen... came in late one night. Yet again I wasn't prepared, and yet again it seemed divine. She is an experienced healer, and very open to both energy work, clairvoyance, and magic itself. We worked for three hours.
Her heart had a stone over it. To say it IS there is to misconstrue. There are many configurations of the Heart, and different dynamics come to the surface at different times. This time, at this moment, I felt both a stone wall, AND an energy pounding at it, like it wanted to get in.
Energies are not people are not energies. What we do have is Karma, which can also be understood as (energetic) action. Karma is movement of energy. If we want to change this movement, we usually have to embody the energies with different people, and transform the patterns that got them 'moving' in the first place.
In space, if you push something, It’ll keep going until something bigger grabs it with gravity. On Earth, our energy works similarly. Energetic action keeps moving, until we consciously transform it.
In this case, I 'saw' a man trying to cling to her. Upon questioning, she confirmed that she had a confusing connection with this man, which involved both healing each other and struggling to define who needed healing.
Karma is just a pattern. It doesn't designate role. If someone has the Karma of abuse in their systems, it could mean that they were abused OR that they were the abuser. Karma as energy doesn't care, and if we cling to the energy, we cling to the entire drama.
Karma resonates like a beacon, and it magnetizes another, or others, who have something similar to work out. Once drawn together, we may play different roles.
Ideally, this meeting will result in a neutralizing, where the actions balance, and the Karma can dissolve into flow. To be successful, this means somehow the individuals have to choose who plays what roles, embody those roles, and then release the whole damn thing.
If you play the role of victim, and refuse to forgive… it will never end.
In this case, the balance had resulted in the man reaching to balance with her, and her putting up a stone wall. She hadn't been able to neutralize the whole drama further, because she had embodied the power role, but had not wanted to be abusive. She confirmed that she'd refused to allow HIM to hold the power, and thus she'd had to use what she 'won' to just hold the whole thing still.
This is important, because it is so common. It may look like success, but actually, it is just a holding pattern somewhat akin to neutralizing anxiety with a pill. The whole energy is still just as strong, it is just held still. To hold it still And to fuel it (we fuel karmic patterns with our own lifeforce) takes a great deal of energy. So the grand result is a huge drain on life... unless we use the stillness to end the pattern.
And we did. She trusted me to be the power. To an extent I may not know, I was drawn to her through the magnetics of my karma as well. She trusted me to enter the karma, embody the power, and let it all evaporate. We both shook as the old drama with that particular man released, and the entire pattern greatly transformed, and reduced.
And beneath that...
To understand why anyone would keep a drama going takes simple psychology, that doesn't really work unless we know about energy too. If you've played the victim, you may want to never play the victim again, so you choose to by become the abuser. All the sudden a different sheen takes over (the same energy) and power seems justified, mostly by the lingering identification with an inner victim that doesn't really want to heal, it wants to control the same power that hurt it.
That is why these patterns go on so endlessly. Switch creates switch. If you build up more action of energy as an aggressive power, you'll earn the backlash and get hit. This does not mean that everyone who gets hurt 'deserves it'. It means that once you've been hurt you have a choice.
Do you want to release the whole energy structure, to 'heal' (like a dog, the wild active motion of the soul gets called back in, and made to sit by our side until it dissolves). This involves 'owning' the energy. Somehow, in some way, we either called it in, or Gaia asked us to take it on (or both). As such, the way to end the cycle is to accept how powerful we really are, and ‘heEl’ the part of our soul which is still spinning in chaos.
And the other reason we may call for the continuation of a painful cycle? To avoid something that seems worse.
As Helen trusted me, and we removed the links that pounded at her heart, her lower back throbbed. It turns out she'd had an accident that almost paralyzed her It left energy deposits in her lower back. One by one we meditated into them, and her whole body shook, sometimes it had such force she writhed up off the table. Thankfully she knew her work well, and was able to guide me precisely in how and where to touch. I had never aligned the physical touch and the energy movement with such detail, it was a huge step.
And it revealed deep gifts. As we dissolved the knots, it became clear that she is on the verge of a big breakthrough. We saw a window into her Sacred choices.
She chose to go through a near death experience in order to get a link to deep consciousness. In that state, while her body lingered near death, she 'put' links to timeless wisdom into her physical being, to sit like time capsules until ... now.
We opened the doors. Or perhaps the gate to the paths that lead to the doors. When we were done her body was relaxed, and it was clear she has amazing changes ahead.
She needed to spend time away from her usual patterns so she could work with herself, and find her deepening path without distraction.

RE-VIEW THE APPLE
Let us re-view and grow. We are much more than our physical bodies, and include an intricate web of outer and inner-chi, that forms an auric ball around our bone flesh thing, weaves within andthrough major paths above and below, flows between a vertical set of channels trunked by the Kundalini (Sushumna) pathway, and breathes chi, prana, holy-spirit through membranes all over. The flow fountains out our crown. The flow reaches in and out through roots. Divine grace steps in and down from above. We live in an Ocean of Love.
Our perceptions.... MATTER. What we think affects what is, because what we think, IS. This is mildly different from 'I think therefore I am'. It doesn't deify thoughts quite so highly, it simply invites them to accept their own reality, get over their insecurity complex, and join the Gaiadance.
When I think of moving back into a high rise building, I get sick. I can feel it as fast as I can think it. I have become aware of the resonance of the thought in my own system.
It is always there, for everyone. We just haven't traditionally learned how to feel it. Because we don't feel it, we loose significant amounts of influence over the lifeforce of thoughts. We can stagnate. We can get caught in loops. We can remain in them so long we get sick, as thoughts - out of line with the harmony of our own love - take on greater material significance and become... cancer, or anxiety that never seems to end.

FEELING INNER-CHI
For years I worked with an EMDR therapist. Following a series of my own breakthroughs, I was traumatized. EMDR is a therapy developed to reweave the psyche, our emotions, and our bodies, to restore balance and health. It teaches us to follow awareness between thoughts and physical feelings in the body. As we go back and forth, emotions open, and the flow in between each way of experiencing life... brings our awareness into energy.
For this to make sense, please understand… an emotion is not just an emotion. It is also a sound, or an idea. They are all energetic vibrations, and thus we can work with them (or ‘it’) in many different ways. When we try to engage a feeling with our mind, and it doesn’t work, we’ll get sick from stubbornness, or find another approach. This is what EMDR can teach.
Follow a thought as long as it remains clear. As the clarity erodes, immediately focus on the first feeling that draws attention. As that feeling changes... open to the first thoughts that arise. Back and forth. As we learn to feel the energy, we come to understand that all thoughts, all states of consciousness can be experienced in different ways. By expanding the range of ways we can consciously engage our being... we vastly increase our capacity to heal and create ourselves.
A feeling of anger has an energetic resonance that can be experienced as warmth, as dissonance, or as sharp stabbing in the body. Until we learn to sense into this feeling it can only be experienced as red hot emotion that may overtakes the soul. But as we open to the feeling of energy, we gain the opportunity to shift it, to move it in other ways that empower us to create our life, in the face of, and in the dance with, powerful emotions.
At this point in my experience, I regularly 'catch' energies before they manifest as something nasty. I can melt them with a shudder, reducing them to simple subtle energy. When I so choose, I can experience many dissonant energies, collect them, and explode them in a heart-gasm that feels quite lovely. I'm sure this is just the surface of what's possible.

THE PEACOCK IN THE GARDEN OF POISONS
In Tantric yoga, there is the story of 'The Peacock in the Garden of Poisons’.
Tantric Yogis grew gated gardens full of poisonous flowers, snakes, scorpiens, poisonous herbs... and peacocks. The peacocks would often die, and yet some of them... would not. These survivors would learn to eat the poisons, allow themselves to be bitten... and somehow become more colorful and more beautiful than ever before.
At some point along my journey, I began to have rather spontaneous shudders through my body. I can remember some in my youth, and they picked up a lot when I cut the television cable (really, I snipped it with industrial scissors, it remains one of the most satisfying things I've ever done).
I travled around the country looking for answers. I was quite afraid I was releasing nasty energy into the people around me. With all my questioning, of people and literature, the peacock is the best metaphor I've found. It is possible to get inside the energy of pain and fear, and reduce it to a purer state. Same energy, but cleansed in a way it can be reused.
This is the goal of Tantric Yogis, to engage life fully, to drink it all in, and learn to transform it, rather than allow it to become us. Their gifts are becoming available to all of us now.
Once we learn.

HEART-GASM
I can now reach into into energy fields that I never used to touch, much less enter.

The energies are more intense, and the results are fast – sometimes so subtle that thought to thought, my body will transform from pain to calm and back.
It took years of migraines before I learned to simply release a wide range of ideas, identifiers, ego-states, and feelings. Some vibrations cannot exist within more loving ways of being. When we try to bring them… we’ll experience pain.
Pain is really the dissonance between incompatible flows, or dissonant energy fields. We may have a set way of being, that seems to be ‘normal’. Then the world invites us into something more… and all of the sudden… pain. Why?
The resonance of confusions, and un-heeled Karma become ‘zeroed’ by repeated choices to numb symptoms, rather than face roots. Any state of being we know as ‘normal’ includes all this zeroed confusion. In a less vibrant state, it all seems to be okay once the symptoms are contained. But when a deep love is introduced, it actually hurts. The new love won’t stand for the old confusion, and is offering us a chance to complete it. Face it, feel it, release.
It is possible to recognize such baggage early. Focus on its energy. These things take too much to be out talked everyt time, to ‘think’ them away. By changing perspective, and feeling them, it becomes easy to recognize that this or that attitude is actually grounded in confusion, and let it go.
If we sense fear, and the vibe has a lot of rage, disgust, or other such feelings, we can focus in on it quickly, and dissolve it before it demands more attention. This involves reducing it all to a very basic form, a common denominator energy. What has been a rather toxic set of feelings becomes pure subtle energy.
How? Focus, and intent. The more we face each kind of karmic pattern, the faster they learn to move through us. Eventually, it becomes almost as simple as becoming aware, and intending to transform. Patterns that can trap us for weeks reduce to simplicity within a matter of moments.
These are the same forces that induce mania, bi-polarity, and depression. All of these conditions are perfectly ‘real’, the result of intense energies without the skill or awareness to transform them.
With practice and confidence, old demons become pests. This frees awareness to recognize deeper magic, that used to rest beyond the edges of fear. The magic flows in at the edge of awareness, wanting to inspire, to Gaiad, and to transform us. It’ll sneak in at the edge of awareness, sliding in patterns that move too quickly to predict. Touch us on the side, and sneak away. They want to play.
Some will dance and grow with our attention. It begins to feel like making love, centered in the heart. It builds, and rises and bursts in increasingly ecstatic waves of joy.

MAY
May... came in with her partner, her husband, the father of her daughter. Katie was set to do a session with him, and I her. It is a special balance, and I knew some amazing gifts would be available.
May clearly had a daughter. Actually, she clearly had a child, and I sensed daughter with a softness. It is an increasingly less relevant hint though, because these children are changing.
She wasn't that stressed though she had the distinct marks of a woman who had given her life over to another being. She clearly believed that her life was to be a mother.
And her aura was full of violet.
When I say violet, I see a range between indigo and up. It is beautiful, and strong, and she was yet another of many mothers who came, all of whom had indigo in their aura.
What I experienced with her, was amazing.
An Angel presence came right down and taught me that this woman had been pulled so far beyond her old limits in the attempt to attune to her daughter… that she was imbalanced and confused. She needed to learn that it was okay to rest. That she was a new being too, and from her new Indigo vibration, she could naturally raise her child. It is now in her body, these new flows. Her very presence protects her daughter. She will know what to say. She will naturally understand what experiences will and will not work. The new things she is drawn to, will bless her child.
The knowledge of how to raise these children is being seeded in their parents, quietly entering through their breaths at night.

FURTHER UP and DOWN
Myss gave me the gift of simplicity. By introducing me to the Chakras, and by keeping it relatively clear... just eight to learn about at once, a simple vertical flow, a relationship with them that involves witnessing what is happening in others, without moving to change it.
Like most students, I want to explore further, and I feel liberated to do so by having begun with her simplicity. Rather than stepping back into a more complex system, laden with cultural anachronisms that demand fidelity without relevance to our present lives... I have been lead into our deepening capacity to transform, with the basic wildflower system we've discussed as somewhat of a standard issue model.
Think of it like this (for now... cause I do : ). We are all handed this simple system. It works. It channels a relatively minor amount of energy up and down the spine. It absorbs some from the air. Many of its systems are set on neutral, and will happily remain that way if we so choose.
Usually.
And some combination of magic, and gaiadance, and sickness will wake us up. A new system will begin to turn on, and our old 'eg(g)o' screams 'I can't change or I'll die!' And it will. It is time to crack open what you were, the EG(g)O, and become something more. And if you don’t, clinging to the old ways will make you sick, and what began as an opening, will become dis-ease.
In my - overstanding - the wildflowers are a gateway to multidimensionality. We may relate to them in specific locations, but actually they are a bit frisky, and work with other alignments in ways we do not see. Indeed, in many ways each wildflower has its own life, and is a collective participant in our greater being.
Wildflowers really like the Gaiadance.
As we begin, it is oh so very okay to start in the key of C, and allow the rest of them to rest.

HERSTORY
April... came in one night, tired and happy. She was stiff, because she had been working on the computer all day. Indeed, she was working on the computer all day... every day. She was writing a book.
This didn't feel right. I wasn't attracting any 'just relax me' clients.
So why had 'they' sent me April? She was clear. Her shoulders were tight, but her energy was flowing, balanced. The only thing unusual was an odd set of shades in her Solar Plexus. I didn't quite understand them.
Lots of Blue and Aqua, some of it was dark. Some red, and even violet. These were all woven in her intention, her intentions were all woven with writing…
What is your book about?
It was about hippies; specifically herself, as a hippie chick, traveling around the country full of hope in a new world in the early seventies.
I've had a vague sense of regret for not living through the hope of the sixties and seventies. Why did I miss the dawning of the Age of Aquarius? I want it. McDonalds is so fucking boring. Every strip mall is the same. Music has lost all purpose. Where is the hope?
And she had a message for me. It wasn't all that wonderful.
There were more rapes in 1977 than any year to date, and it wasn't even on the radar to report date rapes then - it was mugging and violence. The drugs killed people, often. It wasn't very safe, and those who loved each other really faced a world where black men were still forced to get out of the way, where most small towns in America supported the Miss America pageant, and in general, the 50's lived on.
The reason I remember the hope, is because they worked their booties off to create it.
They changed so much, and we forgot what they changed. It is part of her calling to put it in more perspective, so the hope they birthed can stand tall for what it is – amazing divine work.
I've been annoyed they all sold out and became yuppies.
It ain't so, there were never that many hipppies to begin with. Isn't it amazing I remember those times through their cultural eyes?
And as she told her story, her stomach cleared, and her shoulders relaxed.

KUNDALINI
Gopi Krishna, was a native Indian who pursued his own path to seek what he called enlightenment. He meditated every day for ten years, and refused to allow his awareness to go into anything he deemed short of 'true' enlightenment. He was forging a direct route that has often evaded spiritual seekers with less than his stoic resolve.
After ten years, he enticed his Kundalini to rise up his spine, by imagining a blossoming lotus flower above his crown. Whenever he witnessed unusual phenomenon, he simply said no. Again and again, he said 'this is not 'enlightenment' and kept going. And one day he broke through, and found himself in a Kaleidescopic world of color above his body. It was pure bliss for three days, and then... he found an agony, which took months from which to recover.
Over the course of the rest of his life, he learned to balance this experience. He describes the awareness of living prana, the energy of love, flowing into him and flashing around his body, transforming him internally. His vision blossomed, both within and outside. He saw new depths and colors, and was able to zoom into any area of his body, and see it from the inside out.
The patterns he describe can easily be understood as energy flowing through the meridians. Interestingly, he never witnessed anything in his body that resembled a charka.

NO CHAKRAS!
This writing (His book, Kundalini) had a profound effect on me. It led me to consider that these Wildflower things are actually very influenced by our awareness. The more I believe that, the more I have been able to influence them. A simple circle.
While Myss taught that we can't channel the energy of the lower wildflowers, I find more and more ways to do so. In Indian tradition, there are numerous other wildflowers and a rather intricate and rigidly defined system of petals and tones. I interpret this system as an organized web of belief, where a great many teachers co-created wildflowers in their imagination, and deepened the groove of their reality by passing it down from student to student.
Are they real? Yes.
Are they imagined? Yes.
‘Which came first’ does not matter. All we need attend to is how well we can influence them now.
We cannot influence what we believe we cannot influence.

HARMONIC RESONANCE
Two guitars are tuned together, and sit side by side. Play the low E string, the big fat one, and play it loudly. Then muffle the string gently with one finger, and listen. With your ear close, you can hear the big fat E string on the OTHER guitar, vibrating its own song.
This principal is known as harmonic resonance… and it is fundamental to energy work. When an angry person enters a room you are in, if you have any latent anger, you’ll feel it.
Once again, it takes an enormous amount of energy to just hold a resonant feeling still – at least as much energy as it takes to feel that feeling. So now twice as much energy is being expended to create… nothing.
And this will never be anymore than a coping mechanism, a house of cards ready to fall the second… an angry person enters the room.
Why? Because if you are holding anger still in your soul, and someone else comes in expressing a similar vibration to the one you are holding still… all the sudden you have that much more anger vibrating in you.
And it seems to be their ‘fault’.
This challenge cannot be resolved at the level of complexity in which it was created. Resolution comes with riding the wave of experience. ‘Oh, I feel anger now? It must be time to face and heal it…’
Thus, if you have a dream, and it vibrates well, your neighbors may feel just a little bit more able to create their truth. If you have health, and vibrate it openly, than latent abilities within those you love will come alive. We are resonant energy, and where I begin and you end is often difficult to discern.

KALEIDESCOPES
I returned from the magic bookstore in the mountains where I found ‘Kundalini’, to find myself inspired. This inspiration built to the point where I was quite sure I was near healing my vision. I retreated to te basement, and committed to staying there until I could see. When I found doubt waiting, I broke my contacts.
Questionable decision. Yet after four days of eating little and meditating, I had broken into Kaleidescope land. I felt my crown wide open, and the colors shifting.
I felt energy pouring out of my hands, and realized the capaxity to channel it into objects… such as wood that was waiting to become a guitar, and fruit ready to be eaten. I felt the movement, and the way my body was opening for more to replace all that flowed through. I was able to discern tight spirals moving out of other people’s crowns.
And I went too far.
This happened about 40 times during the five years from when I was 25 to 30. I’d see sparks of life beyond all I’d known, and I’d commit to them fiercely. I learned samazing things every time, healed fears and often pain with each dive. And almost invariably got spun out and confused. This time, I took a deeper step, and asked for help. I called the Reiki Master at Krupialu, who had saved my booty years before and had left me her number ‘in case I needed it’
As we spoke, life came back into me quickly. I was impressed to realize how impossible it is to embrace it all. That my best efforts were exciting, but so was an emerging capacity to scream ‘help!!!’. It was in the asking, in the humility to bare my feelings, that the true healing came. The manner, the form of that healing seemed to work itself out as a way for me to connect to the love I needed.
And it only opened when I was ready to ask for it.

YOGA
The Chakra system we have inherited from India is strongly related to the practice of Yoga asana and Vinyasa, which most ‘Westerners’ know as ‘Yoga’. Yoga actually means Union with God. We have no direct comparison in the west, but it is as much Religion as exercise. The physical postures (asana) and flows of postures (vinyasa) were developed to balance the physical body, so the attention can be drawn within.
Of course we have every right to use them differently. As we do, it is powerful to understand that as Yogis started looking in, they were still active and aware. Their attentions were weaving with Wildflower energy centers, and they were learning of things the west largely ignored.
Sometimes learning is as simple as paying attention.
One day, in a training class with over ahundred other students, my teacher called out for me to relax my right thigh. How the hell did she know I needed to relax my right thigh, I was on the other side of the room, and my legs were aligned!
Later that day, I asked her. She softened, and told me that when she looks at a student, she pays attention to how her own body changes. When she feels an inexplicable tension in her throat, she urges them to breathe more. Ad when she looked at me, she felt her own thigh tense.
When I experience something that cool, the only appropriate reaction is to learn how to do it myself.

CELLF ABUSE
I was doing sessions every day, going deeper into energy work than I’d know was possible. People were leaving blessed, every day, and often returning to thank me.
And without much attention, I was going off to pick at myself until I bled.
This had happened before, also when I was living and working at a healing center.
In the throes of this confusion, I finally asked for help.
On the table, I was truly confused. Why on earth couldn’t I stop this It seemed so simple, how could my own hand do violence to myself, while my mind sat and just watched?
Immediately after I had finished the marathon session with Helen, I had gone to the bathroom and hurt myself. So I asked Heln for help.
Helen is extremely intuitive, and knew I wasn’t erady for a vulnerable physical session. I kept all my clothes on, and didn’t even want to be touched. As soon as I talked about why I needed help, I began to loose my words.
She first looked in my head, and urged me to open my crown. The flow was stuck, and energy was bouncing off the roof of my head and trying to go back down. Confusion
As this relaxed I felt my own nose, where my breathe was shallow. I was spinning. My sense of self was lost.
‘What is it?’ She asked.
Within, I wanted to say that I was afraid I was crazy. As much as I didn’t believe it, that was what I wanted to say. I’ve spent years pushing off of others for impying I’m nuts to leave my job, to dance all night, to explore what I’ve explored, and keep going… it is THEM who think I’m crazy, not… me!
I couldn’t speak for minutes. I sat there, watching myself, bemused. Sentences started and stopped, until I was finally able to eak out
‘I’m scared ya’ll will think I’m insane’
‘We do!’ she smiled, and the fear melted down into my heart. I could breathe.
She went on to draw my attention to how it worked. Here I was, holding space for people to release their fear and pain, but then I went off and caused myself pain, and I was getting more and more afraid. I wasn’t quite finishing the job, I was ‘matching’ their energy, feeling the same dissonant resonance, and allowing it to trigger me.
Allowing? Well it means that I have my own confusion, which I am zeroing at cost to myself. When the pain in my range gets to be just too high… it knocks down my card castle, and my own issue emerges. I was afraid this meant I shouldn’t be helping anyone at all.
If the issue never changes, perhaps it would. I kept with her, and came to trust her balance. As often as we heal others, we cannot get lost in the power of the role, the sense of security that comes with ‘holding space’ for someone else to transform. Recognize the signs that I need my own attention, or I’ll be able to help no one.
And follow those signs, and I’ll find the things I least want to see in myself.
Including the fear that I’m nuts for doing what I do, and being what I am.
Peace.

MORPHOGENIC FIELDS
Rupert Sheldrake is a student and explorer of meta-physics. He traveled to India in his youth, and returned to research what he terms the morphogenic field. It is a scientific way of understanding the collective consciousness of humanity, and Gaia herself. He envisions reality as layers of interwoven energetic fields. Within these fields, individual consciousness interacts with the greater group consciousness(es). It is easiest for someone to interact with fields that are most similar to our own.
The more harmoniously they resonate, the more they dance.
In perhaps his most famous theory (which was actually made by a colleague…), a monkey on an island learns to crack open a coconut. He teaches his friends on that island. And they all are happy to drink this delicacy, which they presumably used to think was just a rock.
There is another island nearby, where coconuts also grow. The monkeys there do not know how to open them however, so they rot. Back on the first island, the skill spreads, until a hundred monkeys 'get it'. As they do, the theory suggests that a critical mass is reached in the collective monkey consciousness field. It is resonating clearly enough that the monkeys on the second island simply 'get it' too.
They suddenly know how to open coconuts, without an external physical guide.
When you allow yourself to believe in these fields, you will begin to feel them. When you allow yourself to feel them, you gain more influence over what they are, and how they change.
Their work goes on, to look at nursery rhymes. They found hundreds of Japanese children and taught them two sets of very simple poems. The first set was ancient, but the kids had never heard them. The second set was written for this project, and was of the same simplicity and spirit.
The children were able to memorize the first set much more easily.
The idea holds, that because many children have already learned those poems, it is simple(er) to ‘tap in’ to the fields, and ride the groove in the collective mind.. that has already been well worn. The new poems were… new. They have no groove yet. And are thus harder to learn.
All ideas, all lifeforms, all feelings and flows, have these grooves within fields of energy that are neither you nor I. We are all of something much more than ourselves.

THE FLOWER FIELDS
The Wildflower system is a window to our creative capacity. It exists, can be measured, and can change. Indeed, unlike our relationship with our organs (so far), we can effectively transform our wildflower system, as we learn to balance and guide them well. As we accept the imagination connection to the wildflowers, and the wildflower connection to our bodies... we gain leverage in the morphogenic field of humanity, to change what we are.
As we do that well, others can do it too. And as groups do it well together, it tips, and ripples throughout all humanity. ‘Never doubt that a small group of people can change the world, for it is the only thing that ever has.’
Many cultures throughout the world have windows into what can be understood as wildflowers. Indeed, the west seems most distant from these energy vortexes, though consistent research demonstrates that they are within us as well. While Gopi Krishna did not experience any wildflowers at all, it is reasonable to suggest that he actually melted them through the force of his will. By consistently saying no to anything less than the highest consciousness as he understood it... he erased his personal relationship to them entirely.
In order to fully embrace something, it is empowering to recognize that you can say not to it. We do not have to use our wildflowers. The consequences were rather rough for Mr Gopi, so I don’t suggest it. None the less his hard fought experience teaches us that we can indeed influence them greatly. We do not have to chant Sanskrit words and tones. We do not even have to relate to them in exactly the same way the Yogis have. We can change what they are.

CIRCLES In SQUARES
We live in a culture of squares, but cultures have not always been so harsh. This is a culture of building, and patterning, and organization. It is Roman. It is Empirical. It is very adamant that its name for freedom is the only way to be free.
Three years out of college I was making fifty grand, with an office of my own two blocks from the Towers that were then standing. I was offered another job, for more money, and I began to go insane.
Well really, I began to make a tiny little change. I had some questions, and as I asked them, I began to say ‘we’.
Me. We. Just flip the M, you wouldn’t figure it could drive you nuts, would you?
Why do ‘We’ allow so many people to spend so much of their attention competiting with each other? Why do We forget joy, or put it second or third or fifteenth or just in the fairy books that we read with children…. Why are all these adults fighting with words and numbers all day, every day, in so much fear?
Why do We live this way?
I lost that job, and within a week, they offered me another one. More money. Stock. Mid town. Big time.
I lost it.
Five days in, I couldn’t feel my body, I couldn’t sleep, I despised food, and stared into the sun as it rose.

DANCING WITH DEATH
I was once confused, and didn’t know what to trust. I was trying to feel my body, but I’d forgotten how. I heard a voice call me to trust me feet. I did, and moved, and began to flow. And then I looked up, and there was Death. Somehow, I spun in so close I breathed her air, and she smiled, because though I thought I’d been rude, she didn’t really need it. And then I realized, that I wasn’t moving, she was dancing me.
And I learned that you can’t live, if you can’t die.

RELEASING MY CELF
I finally asked for help. When they came, I cried.
As my tears broke, they grabbed me, and within minutes I was behind locked doors, In Belvue hospital. And I began to loose my mind.
Some little piece of me knew, trusted, felt, that they did not know what I was going ythrough, and their names for what they saw were more dangerous than the worst fears I coud write on my own.
I passed their tests - barely - only to be left alone.

ENDPART

LEGS AND FEET
The little introduction to the morphogenic fields is very purposeful. I have found this simpe idea a wonderful asset in interpreting chaos. I hope you will too.
A crucial gift – the awareness that the way in which we perceive reality changes what is real. Over time the ‘grooves’ of belief set in, and paradigms and the fields they outline become more rigid. Since mainstream science still hasn’t embraced the idea,there are fewer people asking these questions than we need. We are truly at the edge of a very broad range of perceptions.
Thus the manner in which we lay the foundations… matters. Matters, becomes maniftest in tangible form.
So I’ll tell you about the next five wildflowers without naming them, without telling you what they do, and without betraying my sources.
Imagine that your feet are full of a staccato prickly energy that dashes and prances. It likes to jolt, and change direction, it enjoys firm movements, clear motions, and nature.
As we ease up a bit, we find the mid calves and shins. Feel a flow. Feel flows of blood up and down, the motion of tendns in their lines, and the strength of a waving reed. Feel movement that has no edges, pulsations that forget where they begin, and speed that swirls.
And then we find the knees. Chaos brews. Where one direction between the ankle and foot used to snap into ‘footing’, now all directions can be felt. Bubbles pop up from the base, and light rains of chi trickle down from above. Confidence screams in all directions, ‘which way do you want me to turn now? I can go anywhere, I may even be able to fly’. Feel it, feel me take off. The knees spin, and turn.
Bulbing into the thighs. A wld wisdom emerges. It remains primal, and calls back the first monkeys who picked up a stick and dug a hole. It is the lyrical song that unites the rhythms of the lower orbs of light. It is an orchestra of wonder contained in a tight set of degrees. Hre is the birthplace of fighting, fucking, fleeing, and one day… of flight.
As all these have danced and breathed and spent their full, stillness emerges. The buttocks now induce no motion. They feel and contain the echoes and side riffs of being, allowing them to unwind and unwind and unwind and slowly feel more full. As the soul catches up to the frenzy up the base, they call for rest, release, and rebirth.

THE FLOWER OF LIFE
In the second volumer of these books, there is a four page section on Chakras. It is introduced as ‘not necessary’ for anyone to understand.
It includesa summary of an eight Chakra system.
And a thirteen Chakra system, with twelve up the spine, and one above the head.
In it, the notes of a piano are set against the wildflowers, and then the topic changes.
They are described as an Egyptian system, learned from conversations with ‘Thoth’, an ancient Egyptian deity. Spapced by the distance between the tip of our nose, and our chin, starting at the tail, up to the pelvis, the neavel, the solar plexus, the stetwo fingers above the sternum, the high chest, the throat, the chin, the tip of the nostrils, the brow, the hairline, the crown. These are to be understaood as access points, into a system that spirals up the spine, and spins, and moves around a bit.
Drunvalo, the author, suggests that the two systems do not work together. On
While at vara, competing sessions and learning to meditate into my feet, I was reminded of this section. I walked to the bookstore, and for the fourth time I reread this section. Something whispered in my ear that they do.

NATURAL NUMBERS
0,1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21,34, 55…
How could two systems, laid side by side, correlated to music, and consisting of eight and thirteen wildflowers possible NOT be of the same system? It didn’t make sense, and the Angel inmy ear (and I can tell the difference most of the time between what I’m talking with… this Angel said go back.
I first read these Flower of Life books when I was living in New York. Then I bought them out west, and read them again, and put them in my backpack, along with my identity. Some prayer huh?
Then they were gone. So I bought them AGAIN for a christmas present, only to let them go. On purpose. I really did not like certain elements about this energy, and I was obviously quite drawn to them as well. I asserted to myself that I didn’t need them, I could learn it all myself internally by asking questions of the same Spirits Drunvalo had.
And here I was walking to the book store.
To my surprise I did indeed remember all the key elements, along with an image.
A ball, draw six circles around it. They will fit perfectly. This image, of seven circles, one in the middle, sat by itself in the first volume. I had a hint it is crucial.
Make them spheres, three on top, three below… voila! Thirteen! Just like the new system. Now how do they fit together?

WHY WE DO NOT HEAL
If I have written clearly, you will leave reading all this with a much deeper awareness of our capacity to heal ourselves. The issue is not so much how to heal, but seeking the reasons we hae chosen not to heal.
The simple reason people do not heal, is that it gives them a sense of power. Poer as a victim who attracts attention and care and reason not to be anything else. Power as an identity, a focus, clarity in the storms of a wide open existence.
Power in resonance.
Do you remember harmonic resonance? Tune two guitars to each other. Strum the low E thick string as they rest side by side. The sounding string when dampened, goes silent. As it does you can hear the same string on the other guitar… still sounding.
If an individual who a remarkably high capacity to sound a vibration of feeling within themselves, they can intend to induce that same vibration in others. If they have a remarkably high capacity to sound it, and then shut it off… they can expect ot have quite a subtle and powerful effect. If this person has a high capacity to strum a chord of pain… and then hod it, they’ll really influence the flow of life. Living in a range few tread, a land of conscious pain.
I sat outside our little backhouse room. I lived with a remarkable healer, my lover, my partner Karen. I did not know what to do. I couldn’t speak. There was a war inside my body.
After a bath, and some tea, I sat on the bed, and gazed up at her.
And I told her of the images running through my head.
And the silence broke, and the pain came in.
The other reason people do not choose to heal, is that you have to feel the pain.
I awoke from twenty three years of silence, in the depths of hell.

TREES
Do you talk with trees? It is indeed possible to have your chin wildflower translate their energies into words. If you do it this way, consciously or not, you’ll get a monotone English reply to any internal questions you direct at them. It will probably remain monotone, in my experience, because it isn’t really the tree anymore, it is your translation. Trees do not talk the same way we do, so if you want to reach them, it is best to speak in other ways.
To speak with your body, your feeling, your love.
They are woven. Many trees share root systems, and some people consider the redwood forests to be one giant organism. They pass vibration.
Sit by a tree. Feel into a c. Feel it reach conundrum, a fear, a dream, a prayer. Feel this dream in your body, melding into the trees pulse.
Your thoughts will change. What is ‘the tree’ and ‘you’ will become less clear. Not so much a back and forth, but a rhythmic beat. Maintain the intention to be in tune with the tree and you’ll be guided through the roots of feeling, into a new balance. When the tree has offered all it can, you will feel a marked change. .The thought patterns will complete for a moment, the feeling will shift at the same time, and it’ll be time to get up. If you stay longer, you’ll get simple static, perhaps it’ll be a bit uncomfortable if the tree needs to make a point.
The tree remembers we are of one body, even if you do not. The tree also knows when to pass you on.

MUSICAL ORBS
Chords are made by strumming or playing more than one note at once, chosen to sound good together. Chords have consistent patterns, and these patterns help us explore not only music, but vibration itself.
The major chords consist of the first, the third, and the fifth note in any octave. In the Key of C that is C whole step d, whole step E, half step f, whole step G.
So the chord of C major is the notes C E and G played in unison. The ‘Home’ noteis C, and it sounds and feels like home when notes are played in this pattern.
In the majority of rock music, the pattern of songs revolves around the One, Four Five chords. Thus they’ll play the C chord, the F chord (fourth note in the key of C) and the G chord. A very strong feeling emerges…. Creating a little world for listeners to enter, apart from all else.
We (the World) have an Indian Chakra system that has been around for Millenia, and was almost totally absent in the West. The Mayans accessed orbs of light in their healing. So did the Egyptians. In Jewish tradition once a man is stable, with career and family, he can study the Kabbalah… which has a remarkable range of similarities with the Charka system.
Why did most of Europe, and by inheritance... America… wait until now?
Because we had other consciousness to create, like Rock Music.
Rock ‘n Roll is bold, strong and demands to be heard. It was born on the principal that the younger generations have a voice that must be heard, unweeded by the inhibitions and bias of its elders. This principal itself is liquid light for a new world. We can create our own reality. We can live our own dreams.
It is all the more remarkable when you understand that instruments have been around for thousands of years that technically could have played this kind of simple music. That humans didn’t play it before, I believe, is a testament to how interwoven we are. We didn’t learn to play it, because it wasn’t time for it to live.
Till now.
Rock is a very demanding approach to reality. It screams, and yells louder when something says stop. And it is a perfect surgeon to go into an old system, and not get lost in the ancient roots of it all. What do you mean I can’t create something new? Me? I’m Mic Jagger!
The Wildflower system itself is a very deep and well used Morphogenic Field. It has been practiced consistently for thousands of years, and thus has a lifeforce of its own.
How on earth could punks from our culture shake open the roots of such a monstrosity… unless Gaiaded to do so?
Children of Rock and Roll that we are, we do not have to accept anything at face value. In times of massive transformation, such attitudes are essential. We can step in, integrate and honor the many tangled roots of the world, offer our own gifts, and allow something much greater than any of us could have imagined to emerged from the collage.
What happens when you apply simple musical principals to Wildflowers? First it becomes apparent that there ‘may be’ other wildflowers in between the ones we’ve been using. Then it becomes clear we can use different keys to choose which we play together. And then we begin to play.
This book has introduced the field of musical orbs. I hope it demonstrates how the older system is evolving, why and how we can influence it, and b asic steps to retuning our bodies.
Guitarists rarely write books about how to tune their instrument, they play them.
Up until now, most of the work has focused on healing cruder imbalances, the ones that make us sick. Once these imbalances are no longer creating disharmony… we are free to explore more deeply.
It wasn’t enough for the Beatles to come back from India to influence us from a new direction. The true heart of this Rock and Roll revolution isn’t just to break out of the Western mind traps epitomized by ‘good’ and ‘evil’. We must reach out to other cultures, learn from them, share what we know, and then create something much much better.

ROCKIN KEYS
In the Key of the Unconditional Loving Heart, the brow is the fourth Wildflower active above the home, and the Crown is the Fifth. If we interpret our attention as musical, and ‘play’ the Heart alive with intentional awareness, magic begins. Then attend to the brow, and feel the active third eye roaming and learning. Feel the pulses of energy opening there. Then feel up to the crown. Sense the narrowing or widening of the spiral going up. Be divine surrender.
And then play between them.
Many of the sessions I’ve described involved finding several colors in each Wildflower. These colors can be understood to reflect the keys. Whatever colors I see coming out of the heart reflect the music the heart is playing. If it is dissonant, or consistently contains a particular pattern, we learn a lot about what the heart needs to tell us. Once it is clear, we can learn to work with it.
The lungs are both voluntary and involuntary muscles. If we forget to breathe, our body will do it for us. As we learn to work with our orbs of light, and care about the initial lessons they share, their tending becomes more natural, like tuning ourselves.
When tuned, a body can play some amazing light Music.

THE REACTOR
Somebody gets hurt. The vibration of the clash ripples through their psyche, aches through their body, and ruins their emotions. They are caught in this spiraling energy, only the spiral is broken. As the energy rises to move through a new loop, the pain surges, and it falls back down. Landing on a lower spur if the flow. It continues, rises, turns, and hits the same pain threshold,, and falls down again. The movement becomes a circle, and the circle keeps spinning. The experience of ‘never going to get it. Its never going to change’ sets in.
The energy becomes wound, in a circle around the dissonance. It takes on physical traits, The spinning continues, and the psyhe acts to dull it, to zero it, as best it can. The pain lives on, muted, draining great portions of prana.
The goal is to return to the heart of the energy, and surround it with love so strong, the pain threshold disperses, and the cycle of spinning releases. Emotionally, this is akin to returning a flattened state to three dimensions. I spiral, when passing through a flat plane, becomes a circle. Energy can’t escape this winding path. This wound.
Reembody the energy, exand the awareness, bring in love, heal. To heal, to heel, to stop the out of control spinning of the wound.
Yet some wounds are so intense, we don’t know how to embody the root energy yet, it is almost impossible to get at them. The keep sending out tonges or waves of energy based in their dissonant frequency. These can be interpreted as cries for help. If the person doesn’t share them that way, they’l become randomn aggression, which itself often becomes systematized in the personality. Hope for a better way gets lost.
When I detect such forces now, I drop them to my feet. With enough attention and patience, we can learn to shift them ever more easily.
Any frequency that originates within range of the twelve spinal wildflowers, can be accepted by the feet. Its black frequency betrays much life. It is only black to US, to it, there is a whole world going on.
And when we intend to send energy there to be transformed, it knows what to do.
Much of the toxicity is received by the Earth, and taken to where it can be better digested, and used well. The rest begins to rise back up the legs, in the staccato, flow, chaos lyrical stillness wave. The inner-chi that reaches the buttocks is in line with the Kundalini root. Here it balances, and awaits the rising.

POLARITY
Western astrology understands this as the end of the Age of Pisces. The ‘signs’ are actually different constellations in the sky, and are spread around us like a ring. When we are born, how the horizon correlates to the stars, the seasons and the day dramatically affects the foces of forces in our lives. The age of Pisces is depicted by two fish, swimming in opposite directions.
When a ship sails, it lifts up big sheets that catch the wind, and push the boat. But what if they are catching wind that pushes them away from where they want to go?
To tack, you angle the sail as steeply as you can to one side, so it reaches out to the left say… and then angle the boat tightly TOWARDs the wind. The wind will push the sail ath this angel, and then the boat will move at a steep angle to that, and actually make slight progress in the direction the wind is coming from… though off to one side. Periodically, you flip the whole system, they boat ‘tacks’ and points steeply to the other side of the face of the wind.
A wound is stuck energy, wound in a swirl, spinning out of balance. Approaching them can be challenging. They bite and yell. Tack.
Back and forth, approaching from one angle and then another, slowly making our way nearer… reaching love in where it has been stuck.

WHAT IS GOING ON?
Whether you like thinking, or not, the world is littered with our thought patterns. Whether you like highways, or not, the world is being covered with them.
In the highways of the mind, we share space. My thoughts affect yours. The more clearly I can think, the deeper the groove I create, and the more aturally you will be able to follow the groove, and feel the ride… laid down by another.
Thusly, we create and recreate reality. And we are hitting a turning point in this creaionb. The grooves of the past have been apart, isolated from each other, to safey form separate cultures, and ways. These grooves have been the foundation of the various world cultures, masquerading as opponents, falling back into indfference.
Something is changing.
Reconceive.
Step back, enough, to see a new context for all of this. It starts with flowers. The beauty, the joy and the sorrow of the world, have all been a part of the creation of buds. Buds. That is all. They haven’t even opened yet. We have felt each other, across the vibes, growing out of the same earth, with seemingly different intentions. We have breathed the same air, filtered through our encosing leaves and petals that hold tightly in a ball.
And now we are beginning to open. Just beginning. To unmask the beautiy held inside our cultureal missions, it is necessary, to remember, that we were all born to crate something much more than what we see around us.
So start the fire. It is easy, and simple.
The western version of the chakra system has taken the interesting step of attuning itself to color, at least in many inarnations you will find.This attunement is an act of creation, and a very very good one. It creates new oundations to the spinning balls of light, the wildflowers of our soul.
Now tune them up.
That is, tune your tailbone… to orange. See it, feel it, let it settle, and vuel it far. We are turning on our light, and this is a trigger.
Let it ripple up your spine, with each new center taking on the corresponding ligher frequency.
I am not entirely lear what will happen, I’ve just been guided to end the book this way. A ligtoff. Lets find out together.
As your body begins to change, and inegrate, feel the key turning, and the light sparking on. This will unlock purpose that is your own, that has always been yours, a calling accepted before birth.

PRIMAL CHANGE
It is somewhat cold here, on the gulf coast. I want to swim, and I became convinced that these keys can help me. With attention, I had no instinct where to begin, so I simply went in.
It is cold, and I waited until the fire came. It is an ice fire, that feels a little like heat, lacking another way to understand what is going on. As it came, my whole lower body glowed, and the discomfort virtually evaporated. I breathed (though not enough) and waited.
I wanted to know what key I was in.
I'd surrendered my key to Gaiadance. I felt above and below my head, and let go of my head heart and all other centeres. And there it came... my chin.
As I struggled to balance the old feeling of cold, with the emergent feeling of ice fire... I meditated in on the Key of G#. One whole step up, to A #... so my diamond eye is activiating... I don't know much about it yet, so that is good, skip the crown to C, so I'm getting both my Christaline gift And my base black root active... balanced, strong. Half step up to C#, my family root, strength and love from my tribe, and my Kundalini yearning to be more alive... whole step up to D#, my power is activating, a sense of self that is unique and strong. Focus. Strength... whole step up to F, Unconditional love, Christlike, for all beings, let it flow... and take another step up to G#, home, the key my whole aura tunes to, a deep blue.
Kay fine, it wasn't quite this smooth. Yet it worked well enough that I turned and swam, left the safety of staring at the sun and dove into the deeper water, movement spreading the inner fire.
I felt great, and much of me wanted to go deeper, but then I felt fear. I have to sort of diagnose myself as I go. When I feel that much feer, and I'm in such an unusual energy state, its probably a good idea to go in. Sharks feel fear.
So I turned and returned, only too fast. By the time I got in, I was humming a different tune in my mind, and it wasn't in G#. It was in E, and I felt like it was triggered by the fear. And As I got out my body was both deeply cleansed, and had a sense of something like the energetic bends. I had switched too fast, and had to maditate for half an hour to refind balance.
As I did I felt chills swirl around me. I now know how to feel into them, follow them deeper, and release. They shook off with strength, leaving a new skin beneith, with very little anxiety. I always have a slight sense of misgivings when I shake off this much energy, like perhaps I could have learned to channel it and be with more intensity. yet if I hadn't learned to release energies that exceed my present balance, I wouldn't be even a wading pool in. When the vibes get too dissonant, its essential to release.
And I'd gotten what I wanted. Somehow, G#, the key of the chin, purple blue... lets me go into the cold waters. I used it again yesterday. It took very little time to reignite the fire.
The pilot light doesn't go out.

BELIEVE IN

As I believe I mentioned, I used to pray to go to OZ. Not just a little, all the time, night after night. And thing is, it worked. We are entering a much easier way, in many regards. Aure, at first its like 'there' and 'here'. And gradually, the semi hypnotic, hallucinogenic? fantastic visions of 'other' dimnesions become layers of depth, and tone, color and range, where once life was more akin to black and white, flatlands.

Its 'the quickening'. life becomes more alert, thoughts more real, more immediate. when heads are full of thoughts that are full of rage and pain, life can't be quick. If it was, those rages would become TOO real. thus we dance a delicate balance, digesting as much of our wound up wounds as we can, in the dance with reality that is as awake as we can be. The more we heal, the rages and painful wounds, the more we open the dimensions of awareness. The more we witness these dimension, the more they become, and the more real WE become., Balance upon balance upon balance.

THE QUCKENING

So I've witnessed myself both hitting, and being hit by others, in psychic space. Its a density of energy. it has some proportion to my existence, my overalll bundle of energy. Ideally, such visions get expressed without hitting. Strong enough to show us the rage is there, weakened, balanced enough to allow us to transmute that force inbto material reality as sound, or even a summer-sault. Do you feel this dance?

Why aren't we living the full expression, the fuller potentials of being hue man? Because we can't handle it yet. We are learning to blance and rebalance in ever unfolding inner Chi's.. we we haven't gotten nuanced enough toend war on earth, much less levitate our bodies. We are called to learn.

This book, as it rests, is my offering to get a little better at it. Sometimes it has blown open my mind and reformed my reality, and others, its just my little gift. by learning, and playing with these balances, you'll see a little more of the OZ that our Universe is. I hope you are blessed by it.

CROWN DOWN
The first time I recall feeling my crown, I had finally gotten a conversation going with all my lower Chakras (and I only knew of the seven first introduced by Carolyn Myss). Those lower six were all talking, but the crown didn’t do diddly. I began to be convinced that it wasn’t supposed to do anything but pass light down, through I couldn’t feel it yet.
And then I could. There it was, a new fountain feeling. How could I feel something all of the sudden, and how could it be so strong. And I could literally hear the lower wildflowers yelling ‘no’!
But the crown was so strong, that I let it come in, and everything got brigher. I could feel in balance, there was a peace I’d never known, or didn’t remember, and the sense I’d just passed through a very wonderful door. I could open or close it. It wasn’t easy, but I’d learned how.

CREATING REALITY
I am discovering, and proposing to ya'll, that we explore the balance between the traditional understanding of Chakras, use our conscious intent to choose what to retain and what to develop, and remain open to Angelic gaiadance, balanced and beautiful arrangesments. That we leave the metaphor of healers as our primary way of understanding energy work, and become clear and conscious artists of our own being.
That we heal each other as a way of saying hello.
So we can dance.
We can evolve our being to the point where what we presently understand as healing, becomes the simple role of retuning the body and fixing some strings - so that we can play divine bliss into being.

Amazing. absolutely amazing.
Thank you Daniel, you see with such clarity and such detail. you have
described much of my most inner emotions. I am so happy that you are
able to use your abilities so well.

I will most certainly take notice of your advices and most
importantly, find time to sit under a tree.
that does sound wonderful.
-Takeshi

Frankly I'm shocked. This was an excellent reading for where I am
right now. Thank you very much for your insight. I was aware of some
of your obsevations and others resonate with changes I am going
through right now. I am all ears for any other insight you may have.
Thank you again!
-Brandy

Thank you very much for the chakra reading. You are right. Profound
experiences have taken place and have scared me. I am just trying to
get a voice back--I feel very passionate inside and as you
said--stared deep wounds in the face and have done the hard work.
Quite right!! Now, I need to find my voice. I am easily bullied and
unsure of myself but am trying to develop more confidence. I
appreciate your reading. It was very passionate! Thanks so much for
your effort and time to post this. Namaste.
-Beth

wow Wow.I am so amazed to see how you have tapped into my work and
life with a lot of accuracy:)

Daniel you are kind ,insightful ,philosophical and have given me some
work to do !! I can relate to many things you wrote in this post. In
terms of how i have to deal and interact with people.
Its been wonderful to have interacted with you and learn from you .
I will be coming back to you for more after incorporating your feedbacks.
-Hina

Thank you. It's just the kind of wake up I need.
-Simple Songs

Daniel - thank you very much for your reading, and you are right about
the anger I have been feeling. Not just towards this man, but the
world at large. I will keep your reading and try to use it to improve
my current situation.

Thank you for your help, it was very kind of you. And I definitely
feel it when you read me! It's interesting, and it actually feels
really good.
-Tanit

my deepest thank you.. not only (is) your perception of me totally
right in the sense of what I already knew but you helped me to open my
eyes to factors I wasn't aware of and gave me courage... life changing
experience ! !
-Loom

thank you daniel.
I felt love for my family for the first time today. it is like a knife
cutting through confusion. it is bittersweet but at least it makes me
feel that i am alive. the mists clearing slowly.
-Takeshi

Daniel's work is authentic, affirmational, confirmational. Excellent work!
-Leslie

Daniel knows his stuff and knows it pretty well.He is gracious to
share his knowledge with us .For me his reading was very insightful
and accurate.He let me think on issues which i know were there but i
never addressed them nor i thought about the consequences they were
causing .

I have huge respect for his work.
-Hina