Walk 4 Life

The light turned as we approached the intersection of Whittier and Painter, and I braked to a slow stop. I noticed a group of people holding placards on the corner across from us, and thought perhaps they were protesting something. The balloons struck an odd note though, and they marched across the street in front of us – smiling and happy – rather than standing on the corner and shouting. I glanced to my right up Painter, and saw clumps of marchers stretching up the sidewalk for blocks.

One of nearest of those held a sign that said, “Walk 4 Life.” I realized what it was, and snapped into my heart before my lower emotions could react.

More marchers approached, carrying “Choose Life”, “Love Life”, and “Life, the Right Choice!” signs, and I aligned upward, through my head center, with the Divine Plan.

Within the Divine Plan, I aligned with that portion that represented the Divine Plan for humanity – the growth and development of our soul or consciousness.

Within that portion, I aligned with the coming evolution of reproduction from an unconscious, uncontrolled process, to a fully conscious creative act; one that only occurs when those involved decide to have a child.

Then, from the heart, I aligned outward with the resisting polarities within humanity. Both poles called themselves “pro” (or positive) and the other “anti” (or negative). Neither realized that they were but different expressions of humanity’s resistance to its next step.

From the heart, I held the alignment upward with the Divine Plan for humanity, and outward with the polarized resistance to the Plan.

And within the heart, I brought them into union, and experienced the at-one-ment of the One Life.

Namaste,

Glen Knape

Divine Will, part 2

The Attack

I snapped out of the heart into the ajna center, and jerked on the leash, swinging Butch behind me. The charging pit-bull mix roared in fury, with jaws gaping ready to rend and tear.

I threw my alignment upward, grabbed Divine Will, and tossed it at the ravening beast. …

I’d discovered Butch years before, when he was a puppy. He was being abandoned at a local Mobil station, and I nabbed him as he was headed toward the street (he never did pay any attention to cars). He looked just like my first stuffed animal, “dog”, so I kept him.

We were together for thirteen years, and in all that time he never so much as growled at anyone. We used to go for long walks almost every day, but on that day we’d only gotten two blocks away.

I’d never actually seen the pit-bull mix before. He was kept penned up in the back yard of a corner house, surrounded by a tall cement-brick wall. But you heard him whenever you walked by, roaring as he leaped and scrambled at the top of the wall.

Most of us walked on the other side of the street, as we had that day. But this time, he made it over the wall.

…“Back-off!” I shouted, as Divine Will streamed down and out.

The beast’s legs locked, and he skidded to a stop six feet in front of me.

I stamped my foot again, and shouted “Back-off!” as Divine Will streamed down and out.

The dog spun around and fled, back toward his home.

I banked the inner fires, and slowly relaxed the alignment.

Several neighbors, drawn out of their homes by the noise, walked over and asked if I was ok. I indicated that Butch and I were fine.

They told me that the dog had already mauled two other dogs, and that I was lucky to get off uninjured.

I thanked them for their concern (although luck, of course, had nothing to do with it) and as Butch and I continued on our way I began a technique for the dog and its family. He never escaped from his yard again.

Namaste,

Glen Knape

Divine Will, part 1

Adjusting Karma

I sat up straight, closed my eyes, and began my morning meditation ritual with the usual alignment…

From the heart, I moved upward into the ajna center (in front of the forehead, between the brows).

Once in the ajna, I took a deep breath and relaxed my physical body.

I took another deep breath, and calmed my emotions.

I took another deep breath, and clarified my mind.

Taking another deep breath, I integrated my persona instrument (body, emotions and mind) into a single unit.

Then I moved back from the ajna, along a line of golden-white light, into the heart or cave center in the middle of the head.

From the cave, I aligned upward (through the top of the head, with the Divine Plan overshadowing our planetary life) and outward (through the ajna, with my entire persona instrument) and sounded the following seed-thought by stating it out loud:

“I stand willing to serve the Divine Plan. Make of me a whole consciousness and a whole instrument so that Light may pour through me to light the way of men. Whatsoever karma I may have engendered in the past which stands between myself and my presently potential service, precipitate in that order which will, under Divine Accommodation, open my eye to the way of the Disciple. Guide me that I might adjust whatsoever karma is precipitated according to the greatest good of the greatest number. Give me knowledge of the Law of Love. I stand willing to serve the Divine Plan.”*

I allowed the energy, force, and substance behind the words to reverberate through my persona for several minutes. Then, I turned my attention to the next part of my morning ritual.

One never knows, of course, how these adjustments will manifest. They may appear through any form or experience, pleasant or unpleasant. Mostly they are relatively small things, simple changes to one’s daily routine. But sometimes, something jumps out and tries to bite you.

Namaste,

Glen Knape

*A “seed-thought” is a concept or idea, sometimes in word form, that is the focus of a meditation. This one appears in Lesson 26 of The Nature of The Soul, by Lucille Cedercrans.

The Dognapper

I braked as a blond fur ball streaked in front of my car. Turning my head to follow it, I watched a tiny, fluffy lap dog race up the cross street. It was well groomed, had a glittery, pink collar, and looked lost and frightened.

I sighed, moved into my heart, and turned the car around. He was headed up Brookline, toward where that quiet residential street emptied into Imperial Avenue (a major highway, packed with speeding cars).

I drove around the block as quickly as was safe when children might be around, pausing to let an incoming two-door sedan go by before turning back onto Brookline.

The rusty, bondo-speckled sedan stopped, and the driver hopped out and ran toward the dog.

I was puzzled, for the car did not look like it belonged in our neighborhood, and it had come from the Highway – the wrong direction to be looking for that dog, unless… I reached out from the heart, and found a dognapper looking for a dog to kidnap and ransom!

From the heart, I aligned up and out simultaneously. Up through the head with the source of Divine Will, and out from the heart to the situation in front of me.

The dog saw the man, spun around, and tried to run away.

I invoked Divine Will down and out into the situation, without qualifying or directing it toward any particular action.

The man bent as he ran, and the dog yelped as he scooped it up.

I held the emergency alignment, and let the Light of Will flow.

With a loud “clunk,” the man’s car slipped out of park into first gear, and began circling the intersection on its own. Startled, he dropped the dog and ran back toward his car. He grabbed the open door as it passed, and hung on desperately – legs flailing – while it circled. Once around, twice, into a third, and he stumbled, fell, and was dragged by his shoes until, finally, the car hit a stop sign.

Uninjured, but for his lost dignity and scuffed shoes, the would-be dognapper left the neighborhood.

The dog was long gone by then, but as I continued on my way I did another alignment on his behalf – for finding one’s way home.

Namaste,

Glen

Fulfillment

I glanced up from my book to the large man on my right. He had a black notebook bag slung over his shoulder and was peering at the base of the wall, behind the coffeehouse furniture.

“They don’t have any,” I said.

“I don’t believe that,” he replied. He was tanned enough that I thought of skin cancer, and had sunglasses perched on his shaved head on a pale day in late winter.

“They don’t want us to linger that long.”

He walked over, smiling, obviously inclined to talk. I focused in my heart, and aligned up and out in curiosity. Billie was difficult to read – a relaxed astral body, well ordered mind, aspirational and accustomed to command. Yet his clothes looked like something my dad might wear on a casual weekend.

I asked Billie what he did, and he explained that he was an appellate attorney. There was indeed a hint of the attorney mind in his aura, but it was a minor facet. Intrigued, I asked more questions, and during a long conversation learned that he’d inherited $300 million from his grandmother, had invested it well, was a neighbor of Oprah Winfrey, and that Barack Obama had been a classmate at Harvard Law School.

I also learned – by what Billie said and did not say – that he was beginning to drift. He’d lost his sense of purpose, and had not yet realized it.

From the heart, I aligned upward, through the crown center, with the overshadowing supply of spiritual fulfillment.

Invoking fulfillment downward, I aligned outward, from the heart, to his aura.

I held the link through the rest of the conversation, until it was well established. Then I withdrew from the alignment, and made my departure, leaving the link with spiritual fulfillment.

When he was ready to look beyond temporary satisfactions, that offer of fulfillment would be there, waiting for him to accept it.

Namaste,

Glen

*The book I was reading was, “A Long Time Coming, The Inspiring, Combative 2008 Campaign and the Historic Election of Barack Obama,” by Evan Thomas. I found it quite interesting.

Preparing the Way

I closed the book and set it on my desk, between the keyboard and the screen. After nearly a year of research and contemplation, the vision was complete. I could see it clearly now, from the final scene to the opening. It was time to begin.

I moved into the heart, and took up the vision – the conflicts between the forces of light and darkness, between romance and duty, peace and war, love and hate – the great struggle for the Return of the World Teacher.

From the heart I aligned upward, through the head center, to and through the ageless wisdom, with the Divine Plan, and held that line of relationship with the story.

From the heart I aligned outward, in frequency, with my brain – the physical instrument of creativity – and with its capacity to formulate words.

Holding that alignment, from The Plan, through the vision, with the words, I began to write…


“I held the candle over the pile of moldy bones, and gazed from the skull to the thighs. Those were about as long as mine, so he’d been tall. The healed cuts —on the left shin and across several ribs— suggested a fighting man. I held the candle close to what remained of the knees, found the stress points on the inside, and nodded to myself. He’d been a fellow knight.

“He still had nearly all his teeth, and those were not worn down, so he’d been young, perhaps scarce older than me. There was no obvious sign of what had killed him, and despite my pressing interest in the question, I was not going to poke through his remains to learn more. I’d find out for myself soon enough.”


Namaste,

Glen


(The quotation is an excerpt from The Knight of the Temple, Vol. II. A work in progress.)