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one billion petals on the flower of life
one trillion worlds holding blooms
life’s water courses
life’s spark ignites
throughout
our world sleeps and dreams

one billion dreams, many thousands more lifetimes
thousands of bridges lead where
life’s travels swaddle
life’s visions persuade
timing
holds dreams fast to land

one billion lands echo laughter, silent sadness
one cry brings insight within
life’s spark breathes deeply
life’s pause lifts fully
loving
dreams bring us back home

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Back in Atlanta for a while…

Once again among the trees, the mysterious clouds, the traffic (and accident attorneys), the jets and the power lines woven through most upward glances.

And there’s noise here.

I’m adjusting… Slowly. And again.

Since 12/12/12, an underlying theme has been weaving itself through my days and nights: “Accept and allow Change. It arrives Slowly. Gradually.” I’m gathering that this is the natural way of things, in this Universe.

I feel immersed in a foreign culture, one that expects, prays for, longs for, immediate/rapid solutions to perceived problems. I also feel plunged into a “cold dunk”, to realize – gradually – that “perfection” NOT = joy/peace/contentment/happiness. And the “problems” may actually indicate their own solutions, if we take a deep breath and look at things from a different point of view.

Moving to Pagosa, I’ve been learning a little about patience and reliance without expectation. Allowing myself to be air-lifted by the hawks and ravens into the skies that change constantly and rapidly and reveal mysteries regularly. Accepting that -9 degrees F in Pagosa feels warmer than 37 degrees F in Atlanta. Home is where the heart is.

When I look back across most of my life, I see tremendous effort expended in attempting to establish ground rules, understand, control surroundings, relationships and outcomes, so that I can prepare myself appropriately. Knots.

Perhaps I’m almost at the point of simply flowing and receiving. I’m learning about Pagosa Time, Hopi Time, and taking My Time, while being thrust back into Atlanta Time.

Change permeates everything in my life right now, and I welcome the change where my energy is shifting towards posting more again. I hope I’ll be sharing various bits on my various blogs, according to topics (Ah, vestiges of control!): dreams, messages I’ve received, drawings, pictures and words…

Much is happening, it’s just quiet, slow and gradual, and most times there are no words sufficient.

I hope you’re all having a pleasant and peaceful beginning of 2013, and I look forward to traveling the year with you.

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hurtling towards enlightenment

hurtling towards enlightenment

In some ways it stuns me to consider that it was two years ago that I made this post.

At that time, I had not dreamed that I would really meet so many wonderful people, learn so much, and experience so much (more) change.

I wished for it, but I didn’t dare dream it might really happen.

Now I understand that when we simply hold fast, all that we desire will arise for us.

Many heartfelt thanks to all of you who have joined my journey(s) and given me so much love and friendship.

I’m honored to be here with you.

Namasté.


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For some of us, it takes years of chasing an UnHoly Grail to learn that the real nectar floats on the breeze, free to all, if we can only quiet our rowdy minds long enough to notice it.

Thank you, posthumously, Linds Redding, for one more voice of sanity.

I just read enough of this excerpt from Linds’ essay to wake up again (it also links to the full article)…

It’s Not Worth It

…and remember and understand just a little better, why I’m here. Why we’re here. On Earth… In Pagosa… Or anywhere.

Linda was an ad exec. I was an architect. The two are quite similar, these days. I’m grateful to have stepped out of the madness when I did. No regrets.

Here’s wishing to you the drunken stupor of caring for oneself!


no labels

Conversation…

Misunderstanding?

Who’s to say?

You ask me for a word…

You offer me a word…

You take my words,

And assign a label.

From the zero point before labeling

To the blackened crash point once labeled

There emerges a gulping, gulf-ing ocean… of confusion and misinterpretation.

You ask me if that is the correct word?

How can I answer…

Assign your label…

Take: permission to re-define, re-describe, re-subsume my “reality”

And analyze accordingly…

The point completely missed, lost among the arbitrary yet meaningless words.

So I will sit and watch and listen

And contemplate the depth of love.


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my mind feels kinda like this lately: a little dim, a little brilliant, what the heck is that thing in the sky, a tightly knotted mess of limbs and leaves but thank goodness there’s a trunk and roots… somewhere… is that really a jet, or a flying saucer… oh yeah, Ghost Radar calls those Bob, have you ordered the pizza yet (it’s getting dark… now where can I find that little copyright symbol…), and would you look at the stuff flyin’ out of that big dark thing!

My fingers feel like doing a little tapping, so I hope y’all enjoy it as much as I do…

Siriusly, things seem to be going rather well right now, and I’m quite enjoying some of the ideas being batted about lately, especially now that the Vatican has been outed.

It’s just going to get more and more fun as things progress.

I mean that sincerely… Those of you who know me personally might have some idea of what the past 3+ years for me have been like. And those of you who may not know me as well… are about to.

I’m pretty happy that I’ve been spared from having to ask for anything more than unemployment benefits (from the government – family deserves their fair credit for being there for me!) while I was laid off for two years. Many of you can perhaps imagine what it’s like to lose 2 homes, move 5 times in two years looking for work, give up custody of your only child (with special needs), end up with nothing left but what can fit in the 12-year-old CRV, and spend a little time in a certain now-closed mental institution, the mere name of which causes mental health care professionals to groan.

At least that part was free… well kind of. Since I had to file bankruptcy, I guess it’s in someone else’s hands now.

I know my Mom is probably reading this and thinking, “Oh dear, I thought we were doing so much better!”

Well, Mom, we are, and I love you and Dad from the bottom of my heart.

In fact, I’m doing so much better that I’ve realized that if I share this little bit, maybe some people who were feeling down will smile, and some who’ve had an easier time will remember feeling grateful…

Because there is one thing that I’ve learned in the last 3 years for sure: there are a whole lot people with similar stories in this world, who might be feeling alone or embarrassed.

And they deserve to know they’re in good company.

And we’re all going to be alright.

Another thing I’ve learned is that a lot of us are on meds. And who knows why, but even if meds are a poison of “Big Pharma”, they may still help. I was surprised that they do for me, and I’m still me. I’m glad I gave ’em a chance.

Because I’m here to tell you that there are also a heck of a lot of people out there who are brilliant and kind and psychic… or empathic… or just “sensitive”… or maybe even telepathic.

So I’m glad to know that I’m not alone.

And many of us have diagnoses of depression, bi-polar, schizo-affective, ADHD, but there’s really not anything “wrong” with us. We just would benefit from other people dropping their fears and allowing us to be different from them.

“We” are here to teach.

And most of the folks we call “Autistic”? Don’t even get me started. I prostrate to anyone who has the guts to fearlessly refuse to engage people who try to manipulate them.

(I know that sounds like a broad-brush accusation, but I promise it’s not. Some contemplation and compassion might reveal the meaning behind those words.)

So I’m here, and I’m gonna say it as loud as I can in a blog:

I REPRESENT.

And I advocate.

I’m getting clear messages from around the globe (and our unseen dimensions) that things in this muddy old world are finally shifting. I’m ready.

I think I have 8 blogs registered with WordPress (and a YouTube channel, and soon an online shop, but we’re talking about the blogs, right?). Seven of them are active (well, okay, a few are a little cobwebby right now…), and the idea was that I needed these to keep my trains of thought in order.

That’s actually worked pretty well, like filing cabinets… But with re-blogging, it’s like having little wormholes between them!

As I prepared to return to work a couple weeks ago, I caught a glimpse of how we can expend a lot of energy trying to keep things separate. Really, it might be easier to integrate.

To talk about stuff… together, like…

So I decided to have my coming out party here online, and boy it feels good.

This little blog is my “normal” corner of the world. Other pieces dispense Buddhism, Fed-Up-Neo-Buddhism, New-Age-Wacko-UFOlogy, Just Havin’ Fun with friends on the Spirit Train, My Bandaid Buddhist Dream Log, and Because U Think To Ask, a nascent but soon-to-burgeon resource about the Hollow Earth and Extra-Terrestrials. Another (Up2the5th) is a resource for folks who just remembered why they’re here and want to connect and learn more.

Last but not least, the newest one, FORT (which is still waiting for posts), will teach anyone who wants to know, a wonderful way you may be able to connect with your Spiritual Guide (I use a pendulum and Intuition).

For free.

See? I’m all over the place…

The best part is this: if you enjoy my posts here, but are not interested in Buddhism, and think UFOs are Ultimately Freakin’ Odd, that’s quite alright. Please know that as long as you’re polite, you’re welcome in all my little corners!

And I love questions.

So thank you for hangin’ with me for this long. I’m so grateful for the web, and blogging, and people who are different.

This finger-tappin’ session was particularly enjoyable for me.

Thank you for sharing my space, and may we all have a remarkably wonderful week!
Namaste,
Leslee Hare/Kelsang Namkhyen/Jetsun Dorje

May We All Realize Oneness Very Soon.

(I’ll try to add links later, but you can find everything at my gravatar.com profile, and maybe on the About page here, if you’re curious. Thanks!)


(Conversation at a pizza joint…)

What is the ____ religion?

-Well, it’s ____, and ____, but I’m not an expert, so you might want to look it up and read about it some…

Yeah. So: “Fear what you don’t know.”

-Huh?

Well, that’s what everybody else does…

(I know I’m not objective, but my kid sure does ask incisive questions. He calls ’em as he sees ’em. We may be talking about this one for a while…)