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Tight Lipped Flip Flops

You’re at the beach
In a tee-shirt-dress
Tie-dyed, no less…
(By someone else…)
And flip flops.

But you hold those glutes so tight it seems you might keel over, losing your balance and center of gravity.

Loosen up, honey.

It doesn’t work if you fake it.

Dive in, the water’s just grand.

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It’s all y’all’s fault!

(chuckling…)

I heard this phrase at work on Friday, and it struck me, how incredibly, deeply, indelibly Southern it is…

From the accent, to the habit of blaming, to the clumping of anyone that’s not “yer folk” into a vast glob of otherness. The lilting sing-song that wafts on the breeze, a veiled curse…

Thank goodness it was said jokingly in this instance…

Still, we speak what we know… And since I still live here and experience such things, I feel compelled to own the part of myself that sometimes wants to join in with the battle cry: it’s all y’all’s fault!!!

Spank me. Let’s get on with it, team… I’m really trying to move beyond “all y’all’s fault”…


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(To skip ahead to the Dream Instructions, please scroll down about 12 paragraphs, past the conversation.)

Lately I’ve been grappling with some frustrations over wanting more clarity about several decisions I see hovering in the coming weeks.

I’m dancing around Springtime energies, which for me seem as disruptive as fat bamboo bursting through Georgia clay.

As I was walking home a few nights ago, I tried my best to focus on figuring out what I was even asking for. I’ve spent a couple months sitting down, asking to connect, to be shown something, anything, that might give me some direction.

I confess I’m nostalgic for the days from three springs ago, when the words of All About Enlightenment flowed through the pendulum and pen for hours a day, for six weeks. Those days burst with energy and purpose, but they also brought great trauma and deep disruption in my family life and relationships. I received the connection I longed for, and the assignment I craved, at the price of a semblance of a “normal” life.

So in the aftermath I’m comparatively cautious about what I ask for, and how strongly I stamp my feet when things seem a bit quiet for my taste.

I seem to get more clear answers through dreams than meditation, and recently my meditations have been pretty darned dull. This week, I’m terrifically encouraged by some suggestions I received on April 22 for dreamwork. So far I’ve tried this for three nights, and each attempt has yielded information I asked for. So I’ll share the steps below, in hopes that you might find them helpful.

Meanwhile, back to my walk home and its results.

To put this in context, I was griping to my Guides about some physical constraints I was feeling. In that light, I was fantasizing about having my ET friends come and whisk me into an easier circumstance. It started out like this:

“Is it possible for You to appear in physical form, to my physical form?”

No.

“So let’s suppose there are ETs that might… Possible?”

Yes.

“Are they Enlightened?”

Yes.

“But so what? Let’s say a ship lands tomorrow. What are they really going to do?”

I’ll elaborate on the rest of the conversation elsewhere, for the sake of staying on topic. When I settled down for the evening, here’s what I got.

“I need to make specific dream requests. I want to learn how to go to particular ‘places’, meet with specific beings, and reach an understanding of specific things. Possible?”

No. You need training.

“Can You please help with this?”

Yes.

STEPS

1. Generate a peaceful mind. Demanding won’t work. Visualize yourself already knowing how. (This would be so cool if I could share this tomorrow after having it work!) This takes the most practice.

2. Place the request to meet. Hold the idea of a Being very loosely… Do NOT visualize. Prepare yourself to accept whatever arises, and TRUST.

3. Place the request for information. Try to hold this in the most generic terms possible. Yet have a sense of [forth] the specific feeling you wish to experience when you return ‘here’. What will ‘accomplishment’ feel like?

4. If it feels appropriate, visualize the ‘golden cord’, from your Pineal to your High Heart, especially if your mind wanders while trying to do the other steps.

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5. Consider your requests: where, who, what to discuss/learn, why to meet. Choose one as a priority, in case all requests cannot be met simultaneously.

6. Request how much to recall.

I fell asleep trying to recall the steps, and before I could envision the golden cord. Perhaps holding it as an intention was enough.

My main request was to learn/see something that would help me understand very clearly our relationships to guides, and how this world appears so ‘real’… Illusion… Understanding how the illusion is produced and sustained, and how it relates to other dimensions…

I’ll share the details of the dream that followed in another post (probably on Bandaid Buddhist), but I was amazed at how precisely and extensively my request was answered!

As I mentioned earlier, I’ve continued to use these steps for three nights, and each night I’ve remembered at least one dream that responded to my requests. It’s taken some morning meditation and journaling the dreams to process their meanings more fully, but I’m really delighted with the results.

I’d love to hear your thoughts and experiences, especially if you try this method too… If you give it a shot, I hope it yields some results you find useful. We all dream and envision differently, so please try try try, and listen for your own nudges about how to burst through the clay of daily life into the magical journey into other realms.

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I passed this scene while walking home one evening last week. There is a large pipeline being installed in the neighborhood. If I had been passing it in a vehicle, I would not have thought of it for long at all.

Walking by it, from several angles, I felt painful to think that so much waste seems an inevitable outcome of growth.

Time for a paradigm shift.


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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!


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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!)


my iphone translates “menopause” into “leopards”…

shouldn’t that be “cougar”…?


In case you’ve been wondering if you’re addicted to consumerism…

Parallels

by Ben Naga; re-blogged because it’s worth another read…

 

And so one day this guy comes up to you and says: “Hey man, did you ever try heroin? It’s really great.” And you say: “Oh, how’s that then?” And he explains like how it gives you this really nice feeling, man, and you’re a bit suspicious, of course, because you can’t believe it can be that easy and haven’t you heard that it can be dangerous? But he says no, it’s not dangerous as long as you know what you’re doing, so you say OK and you take some and it IS really nice, so you take some more. And so on …

(And so one day this guy comes up to you and says: “Hey man, did you ever try mass production economics? It’s really great.” And he explains how it’s this fantastic system where if you use machinery to produce lots and lots of everything, it all comes out cheap, so that everyone can afford a flat screen wall mounted TV with a DVD player and surround sound and a CD player in every room in the house, a computer, a laptop, an i-pod, a mobile phone, a digital camera, a microwave, two cars, a washer and dryer, a dish washer, a fridge and a deep freeze. And you’re a bit suspicious, of course, because you can’t believe it can be that easy. But he says: “What could possibly be wrong with a system like that? It’s just what we’ve always been looking for. Here, have this free gift and 14 days free trial in your own home WITH ABSOLUTELY NO OBLIGATION AND A MONEY BACK GUARANTEE AND 0% INTEREST FINANCE.” So you do …)

And then you start to notice after a while that maybe you don’t get to feel quite as great quite as easily as you did before, and it seems like you’re needing more of the stuff. And not only that, but when you don’t have any you don’t feel good at all and it’s like you’re beginning to have this NEED and that need keeps growing and you’re needing more and more and the price keeps going up and you start to suspect maybe the stuff is being cut with something and that’s why it’s not having the same effect. But you can’t be sure though and whatever – you can’t afford to pay for your habit legally any more and you’ll do anything for dope or the money to buy it. Running to keep still. Mortgage on your soul.

(And then you start to notice after a while that maybe you don’t feel all that happy with all this stuff, certainly not as happy as the people in the magazines and on the TV, but then you don’t have all the things they have yet, at least not the new models. And your work and your whole life doesn’t seem very satisfying either somehow, as if you’re kind of separated off from everything, and the things you’ve bought don’t seem to satisfy either (though you pretend they do) and again it seems to be a separation from something. And the price of whatever it is you want next which will finally free you keeps going up and what you have keeps wearing out or proving unsuitable or going out of fashion, and someone else always seems to be doing better than you and it makes you so mad. And you’ll listen to anything that promises satisfaction (“Buy now and save!” “More than you can possibly use in a lifetime!” “Vote for me and I’ll make everything OK.”) and agree to anything the system says is necessary, even a nuclear war.)

And finally you awake from your technicolour fantasies of horror and ecstasy and allow yourself to realise you have been sucked into a situation of total need. Terminal addiction. The only way to avoid the excruciating pain of withdrawal is to tie yourself in knots trying to pay for your ever-increasing consumption of the poison which is killing you. You can choose between death by intoxication and the voluntary suffering of a pain which you are afraid may also kill you as the only escape from your sick body and back to some kind of health. Some make it one way, some the other.

(And finally you awake from the advertisements braying between the taped laughter of the sitcoms, the obsessive violence of the thrillers and the ritual humiliation of the big money quiz shows to learn that you are living in a multinational board game, a cross between Monopoly and Risk, mesmerised by an intrusive and pervasive media telling you not only what to think (too obvious) but what to think about; where corporations not only buy and own politicians, but can sue governments whose policies cut into their profits; where goods are more abundant than ever before while the number of people without shelter, work or enough to eat is constantly growing. At home the tap water tastes like a swimming pool and you can be thankful if your child isn’t among the one in three on the poverty line; with a floating garbage patch in the Pacific Ocean that’s twice the size of Texas; the “third world” is as in third world war; you can smell the fuse for the Christian/Muslim explosion to come; AIDS, starvation, pollution, war and corruption are a Jehovah’s Witness dream/nightmare coming true and you are a cell in a sick body, sucked into a situation of total greed. Marooned on the terminal beach while “safe” nuclear waste leaks slowly into the oceans. Much of the world is starving and oil, metal and timber are running out, while the only remedy will throw most of our industries out of work and collapse the (already teetering) world economy. You can choose between capitalism, where man is exploited by man, and communism, where it’s the other way round. The only way to avoid the excruciating fear of “the enemy” is to tie yourself in knots trying to pay for ever-increasing overkill potential: nuclear, biological and chemical weaponry. Prophecy a-fulfil, ya.)


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light portal with overlay of crop circle diagram

On May 30, 2012, I was photographing clouds in Atlanta… As I reviewed the photos, hoping to see some blue orbs (which I’ve been seeing since early 2012), I noticed something even more interesting…

A red and green swirling light, set within a series of triangular forms within the clouds…

I enlarged and enhanced the photo, and realized it had an uncanny correlation to a crop circle published by American Kabuki on April 28, 2012.

I’ve created a video showing an overlay of the portal and crop circle…

Step-by-step instructions for the meditation to follow soon…

There are 11 crop circles which remain to be explained…

You may find the video here: http://youtu.be/TjP0V4SPidQ