Balancing

A hummingbird appeared before us, cocked its tiny head in curiosity, and disappeared. We continued on down the tree-shaded path toward the sound of running water.

Reaching the edge of the trees, we found ourselves on the bank of a stream where water leaped happily over rocks. On the other side of the stream loomed one of the water-streaked cliffs that cradled this desert paradise.

A beautiful wood bridge stretched across the water, to a trail that twisted up the side of the cliff, and then along the cliff face into the distance.

At the foot of the cliff was a sign: “Sudden drop offs! Children must be accompanied by an adult!”

“Have you done much hiking?” I asked.
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I shifted my grip to her wrist, and said, “About fifteen years ago I visited a friend who lived in a national park. The first morning he took me for a walk up a hill, to check on a ritual site he’d built on top. There was no path, and the hill was covered with these loose, broken rocks that tended to slide. He watched me very carefully at first, to see if I knew how to walk on that.”
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“There is a skill to walking in the wild lands that we don’t learn in the city. There are loose stones and pebbles, slippery gravel, sand, and mud, and it takes time and experience to learn to walk across all those without thought. But, beyond and behind that skill, there is inner balance.”

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The cliff-side path was moist with seepage, there were stones, pebbles, sand, and gravel, rocks to step on or over, and on our right, the steep drop.

“Just focus in your heart, call on the energy of harmony, and radiate that energy into and throughout your physical body. Hold that focus in the heart as you walk, and your body will automatically balance itself as you move.”

I extended my field of balancing energy to enfold her, and felt her kindle her own.

Namaste,

Glen

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Sharing the Economy of the One Life

The clouds pursued me as I drove east, away from Los Angeles and into the desert. They passed overhead – fluffy white atop, and threatening gray beneath – when I refueled at a fading truck stop outside Barstow. The luxuriant rainy-season green had leached out of the hills by then, leaving the somber tones of earth and stone.

I aligned from my heart with the angels of the land, and simply experienced the flow of its light.

The clouds continued on ahead as I left California and headed toward Phoenix. Tall cactus sprang up, and the desert became a maze of frightened plants thrusting thorns into the world.

I aligned from my heart with the life of the plants, and experienced the flow of life from the sun, land, and water, through the plants, to the animals.

64 miles outside of Phoenix the clouds shifted on the wind and light streaked through from the setting sun. A rainbow quickened in front of me, directly over the road, descending toward but not quite reaching the earth.

With that great symbol of wealth before me, I aligned from my heart with the abundance of the one life, and sounded the following:

“I share my purpose with Earth, and the one life gives purpose to me.

“I share my soul with Earth, and the one life gives soul to me.

“I share my thoughts with Earth, and the one life gives thought to me.

“I share my emotions with Earth, and the one life gives feelings to me.

“I share my energies with Earth, and the one life gives energy to me.

“I share my life with Earth, and the one life gives life to me.”

I continued onward as the sun set, toward the growing light of the city of transformation.

Namaste,

Glen

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Initiation

The tears started when Dianne Feinstein stepped up to the podium. I continued on anyway, expanding the focus of the heart to include the entire administration, government, and nation.

As Pastor Rick Warren began his invocation, I aligned upward with the divine purpose of America. As Rick invoked the peaceful transfer of power I saw the corrupt old power, clinging to the previous administration, shatter and dissipate.

I held the focus in the heart of the nation, and the tears flowed.

As Aretha Franklin sang “My country tis of thee,” I saw the overshadowing purpose of America pouring downward, into its heart, bathing us all in sweet sound.

I held the focus as the heart of the nation, and the crowd cheered.

As “Simple Gifts” played, I radiated that national purpose outward from the heart to illuminate the entire nation.

I held that light while noon came and passed, and the crowd grew silent.

President Obama stepped into the silence behind the podium. As he raised his hand and began the oat, I drew the protective light inward to surround the government.

As they stumbled over the words, I drew the protective light inward to surround the new administration.

As they completed the oath, I drew the light inward again, to surround the President in a protective sheath of divine Purpose and Power.

Then I held that protective light, through the lunch, through the parade, until the President and his family entered the White House.

Then, my tears long dried, leaving that sheath in place, I relaxed my focus and returned my awareness to my living room.

Namaste,

Glen

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Inspiring Will

A bell sounded an urgent warning in the distance. It was time for the adolescents at Mulberry Middle School to get to their next classes. I turned my attention to motivating purpose as I walked toward the end of our cul-de-sac.

I reached the corner, focused in the heart center, and turned right. The sense of purpose grew as I walked, and clarified around current events.

It was a perfect, sunny, Southern California day. Back east, the next President was on a train, journeying to Washington for the inauguration. Here, I walked through a string of cul-de-sacs, holding the focus in the heart – breathing light in and out, in and out, in and out.

I turned right again, at a home whose grass was kept trimmed as short as a Marine’s haircut. Then I reached upward, through the top of the head, to touch the Divine Will that overshadowed current events.

Maintaining that touch, I inhaled that Will, and expanded my heart to include the new administration.

As I breathed that inspiring Will in and out, in and out, in and out of the heart of the new administration I continued on – past the white picket fence where my workout buddy Darcy lives. I rounded the end of the street, and returned on the other side.

Reaching the next corner, I turned right again, and expanded the heart to include the entire government.

As I breathed that inspiring Will in and out, in and out, in and out of the entire government I continued on – past the next corner to another cul-de-sac.

The second house on the right (where John grew up sporting a rebel’s colored Mohawk, black leather and spikes) had a new water feature – a small bowl, emptying into a large bowl, emptying into a six-pointed basin.

I continued on, infusing the national government with that inspiring Will as I rounded the end of the street and walked down the other side.

At the end of the cul-de-sac, I faced a choice – turn left to home, or continue for a longer walk around several blocks. Checking the upward alignment, I expanded the heart to include the entire nation.

As I breathed that inspiring Will in and out, in and out, in and out of the entire nation I continued on to the longer route. The material world grew distant, my eyes closed for long periods, and my steps slowed. I felt the entire nation infusing itself with Divine Will.

Breathing in and out, in and out, in and out I continued on, and in the distance a train sounded it horn.

Namaste,

Glen

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Under the Bodhi Tree

The Buddha’s head was on the ground again, and the coins were scattered about. I focused in my heart, grounded myself in love, and bent over to check the damage.

The left shoulder was still glued in place. I picked up the head, rubbed off the dust, and caressed what remained of its nose. I breathed in, drawing the malice of those who’d done this into the love in my heart, and breathed out, returning loving understanding.

I placed the head back on the statue’s neck, gathered the coins – pennies, with a few dimes – and placed them back on the altar stone. I breathed in, drawing the violence of those who’d done this into the joy in my heart, and breathed out, returning peace and harmony.

Someone had stretched a beaded, blue elastic band over the statue. It didn’t really match, but it helped hold the pieces together. I breathed in, drawing the pain of those who tended this shrine into the wisdom in my heart, and breathed out, returning balance.

I paused to assess the results of my efforts, and one of the Arboretum’s maintenance carts whirred by. I stood, bowed to the shrine in the Hindu fashion, and continued on my way.

Namaste,

Glen

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The Guild

I was flipping turkey burgers when someone tapped on the front door. Mom put down the pie knife, turned away from the cornbread, and gazed out the dining room window. “Becky! Come in!” she called.

Becky was a tiny woman who had shrunk inside her skin, leaving the gray memory of a 1950’s hairdo perched atop a wrinkled smile. Mom and Becky hugged, and I flipped burgers onto a serving dish.

Other members of the Guild arrived in quick succession – women of all ages and levels of education with a common interest in spinning, dying, weaving fabrics, and comfort foods. Each brought an offering of food to add to the common abundance. There were fruit plates, donuts, ham and beans, bagels and cream, macaroni and cheese, intricately carved vegetables, and chocolate, peach, and blackberry pies.

When everyone had arrived and the offerings were assembled, they moved into the living room to begin their monthly meeting.

I walked over to the warm corn bread, picked up the pie knife, and moved into my heart. Smiling, I aligned with the angel of corn – that great being who is the substance of maize – and asked that it pour its light, its blessing, into the cornbread. I breathed that light into my heart, and out to the bread.

In and out, in and out, in and out – permeating the bread with light, and holding it there for our family and guests who would soon eat it.

In my heart, I gave thanks to the angel, and then I cut the cornbread.

Namaste,

Glen

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Letting it Flow

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Letting it Flow

I focusing in my heart, and headed toward the cashier. I was almost there, preparing for the next step in the alignment, when I saw the table covered in black books. I paused, and joined a large woman in a pant suit in gazing over the display. I picked up a copy of New Moon and asked, “Is this one next after Twilight?”

“I don’t know,” she replied. “My niece just saw the movie, so I’m getting her the book.”

We continued chatting, about her niece, the plot and setting of Twilight, the other books she was purchasing, and her preference for contemporary mysteries with strong female characters. I listened attentively, asked questions that evoked explanations, and offered brief supportive comments.

We moved to the long post-holiday payment line, and while we talked I aligned with the world economy. I breathed in and out, in and out, reaffirming that living connection.

My new friend reached the head of the line, and said goodbye when her turn came. I aligned outward, from my heart, with my entire personal economy – my thoughts, emotions, energy, and forms.

Then I aligned my personal economy outward, with the greater planetary economy of which it is a part. I breathed in and out, in and out, reaffirming the living flow from the world economy, through me, to the world.

A clerk called out “next,” and I pulled my wallet from my pocket as I stepped up to the counter. I removed the “30% Off” coupon, and some cash, and saw her eyes widen.

“What’s that?” she asked.

I followed her gaze to my wallet, and saw what was poking out of it. “Oh, that’s a million $ bill I got at a conference. I figure it’s OK as long as I don’t try to buy anything with it.”

She smiled, placed my receipt in the bag with my books, and I departed, still holding the flow.

Namaste,

Glen

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