Is Harvest Always Gathering?

For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad. ~Edwin Way Teale

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Is Harvest Always Gathering?

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As I walked through the mist of a mountain forest moving toward the change of season to Autumn, I considered what message the season would bring to me. Softer than the sounds of my steps and the stretching, rubbing of my pack and my gear, I always perceive the voices of those who communicate with me not through my ears, but through some deeper part of my self. When I am not trying to hear, distracted by the effort of my motion, they communicate, though not always in the abstracts of language. Sometimes there is suddenly a shift of my mind, seeing with new eyes. And I know that change was their communication.

For people and most animals still in some degree of unison with the seasons, harvest time—Fall—is a matter of storing sustenance for the barren time ahead. Whether this storage is within or outside the body, the call of the season is to collect, gather, hold onto. Winter is seen as unproductive, so all the work of achievement must be done beforehand.

I had the sense that this call was not precisely appropriate for me this season. Around me that morning the message began to seep into my consciousness, consider what the call to trees—and surely any perennial plant—might be. They do not feed off their stores during the winter, nor do they need to. Therefore their ritual of Autumn would be completely different. Their definition of ‘harvest’ would be unique to their coming experience.

Within my nervous system, for the first time I started to perceive the voice of this call unique to those not drawn to scurry about gathering as if for the last meal.

“Release. Relax.”

I was becoming increasingly comfortable with a message completely contrary to what my animal kin were hearing! With every step through the forest, mist brushing by my face, I sank deeper into the message that felt so natural to me at that moment—I sank into the call of the trees. This new perspective that I was grasping of ‘harvest’ took hold and brought new revelation beyond words.

They seemed to say to me:

Release the explicit, the outer world, active pursuit.

Reside in the implicit, that which continues on beyond term, beyond need.

Rejuvenate for another time.

Move into a state of dormancy,

pass with the least impact through the harshness of that to come.

Disengage active consciousness,

Dwell more focused in the greater Collective consciousness

Effortlessly, you will be prepared

To show forth great bloom and growth in the proper time.

For all who celebrate harvest in whatever varying manner, Be Bountiful and Prosper!

Blessings all……CG

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Who Inspires You?

Who inspires you?

sometimes, a hug is all what we need by Jesslee Cuizon

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I am inspired by those who are considerate and kind to others not because of some holy writ, a governing god or learned belief, but simply because they would wish to treat no one otherwise.

I am uplifted by the accomplishment of those who are at peace with their surroundings and their place in life not because they have achieved their most desired dreams, but because they are too grateful in living to worry about what more them might have.

I am grateful for the one, without training, who never lost contact with their inner self or has regained that contact. The one in whom you can see that communion in their walk and the look in their eye.

And I ask continued blessings for the one who allows themself to stumble without self-judgment, who is fully human in all their foibles, yet remains undeniably holy without pretension or elevation, whose heart is open, eyes twinkle, takes pleasure in the joys and achievements of others (even more than those of their own), and who laughs unreservedly.

Please bless us with examples of those who inspire you and make our world a better place.

Djalma: Mystic Explaining Dimensional Travel of a Soulmate (SV5)

“After all, what is reality except the ‘perception of choice’ at any given time?”--Djalma, from Sacred Vow by CG Walters

On my way to the mountain-top, Woody Ridge Trail,

Yancey County, NC, USA

Sacred Vow, 5th video installment, Chapter 6 (concept presentation of the Djalma chapter of Sacred Vow, ISBN 9780977427147)

After unexplainably being pulled into a series of visions/OBE, meeting a mysterious woman with whom he is immediately familiar, Ian Sarin has sought out a reclusive mystic, Djalma, for some explanation on what is happening and how. Ian sits by a woodstove in Djalma’s cabin, deep in the woods, and listens.

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Djalma spoke with a tone of concern.

“What you have believed to be thoughtful furnishing of your home has actually been a bit of energetic alchemy. From what you tell me, you have been stirring this brew for a long time, and with some purposeful intent, though subconsciously.”

Ian’s confusion showed in his face.

“There is a single, all-encompassing energy field,” Djalma continued, “call it the Whole or the Absolute. Within this infinitude are a limitless number of overlapping subsets, let’s say segmented fields, that vibrate at unique ranges of frequencies. Each field is a separate reality, which more often than not remains unseen by any of the inhabitants of the other fields because of the frequency differences between them.”

“Everything that appears to be physical within a subset of a specific reality adds a unique energetic signature onto the base resonance of that field, while remaining within the defined range of that field.”

Ian nodded once, to suggest that Djalma go on.

“Let’s focus specifically on a single reality—our illusory, ‘physical’ reality. At the very least, those things we perceive as material will resonate according to their molecular makeup,” Djalma explained. “From there, every entity gives off emanations based on what it has experienced, no matter if it is physical or not, sentient or not. In addition to this vibration, those entities, which we recognize as living, stir in their own personality or nature, which can be, for example, predatory, genteel, or whatever.

“Additionally, the resonance one picks up from self-aware entities is very affected by their individual assessments of their own experience and by their sense of self.”

“Most people have some degree of sensitivity to these psychic emanations, which varies, depending on the situation and the range of vibrations they are naturally attuned to.

“These vibrations provoke the feeling of otherwise unwarranted pleasure you might experience when you meet certain people, or the sudden weakness that may come over you in a particular environment. When acquiring possessions, we’re sometimes attracted by the resonance of the item, rather than by its more commonly perceptible characteristics.

These emanations continue to affect us, and their surrounding environment, after we acquire the piece.”

“Now, more specifically to your situation—Theoretically, if one was able to attune one’s personal resonance to another range—by internal or external means—such a person could slip from one reality to another.

“Remember back when we were talking about a base range of resonance within a reality or field? Just as everything has its unique energy signature, a grouping of items within a certain space near each other will combine to produce a collective signature. To varying degrees, almost always unintelligibly, these collective signatures affect the reality experienced by anyone within the scope of their influence.

“Whether by the unlikely accident or subconscious intention,” Djalma said, “I’m content that you have constructed a collective signature within your study that is affecting your perceived reality—or rather, periodically expanding your perception of reality.

“Now remember I said the different fields or realities are almost always invisible to each other because of differing base frequency ranges?”

Ian offered a cautious “Yes.”

Djalma smiled and continued, “More than just unveiling something from the sensory fringes of our shared reality field, the collective signature of your study seems to have created a vibrational doorway, making it possible for you to move into another reality, an alternate or parallel life.

“There are an inestimable number of realities, overlapping the very space of this room and even our very bodies. We never become aware of them, though these worlds appear just as substantial to their occupants as we believe ours to be. Only the most achieved Masters and Adepts expand their consciousness sufficiently to achieve a glimpse across these boundaries. It requires a very precise balance of vibrational signatures, external and/or internal, to perform such a pass-through.

“It’s almost impossible to stumble across exactly the right combination to produce such an access. Even though you were not consciously aware of it, you did not stumble across this doorway. I believe your visitor is not a result of chance.”

“The energetic doorway in your study is doing more than just expanding your ability to see into this parallel reality. The experience could have been limited there. But your doorway appears to have allowed you at least a partial transfer, or fluctuation, between two separate reality fields. Your ability to perceive this other reality makes it as real and accessible as the one you and I interact in right now.

“After all, what is reality except the ‘perception of choice’ at any given time?”

Writing Sacred Vow : Letting a Spirit Story flow

It seems that a lot of angst would be spared if the spiritual path—and life, in general—had an undeniable standard pattern that could guarantee we were ‘on track’. There would be an invariable voice of the intuitive, heard by everyone—that you could compare with what your friends heard, just to make sure you were tuned into the right channel. Maps could be acquired in advance of any planned spiritual progression, to do away with all the years of meandering through endless forays.

So much effort is required to first determine if the mounting need within should be responded to as a worthy motivation or merely (as we are often told) a chance to mature—in the real world a word frequently implying a directive to ‘neglect,’ ‘deny,’ or ‘rationalize’. Once certain we have a true calling to this path, we must next determine from just where the voice of one’s guiding intuitive will emanate. What language will we use to communicate with it—service, art, and dance, even words? What environment will most likely evoke its presence?

For me, one of my most powerful connections to the Absolute—the Tao, or whatever you may call the unified intelligence—has turned out to be through just the right story: something that takes the form of an extended mantra, imbued with a rhythm and symbolism resonating so personally that it seems surely to be a direct manifestation of my intuitive self. Such a ‘chant’ lures me beyond my imagined limitations, to allow me to unreservedly embrace an otherwise untouchable identity.

That being the case, I guess I should not have been surprised when over time, I became aware that whenever my higher self, spirit guides, or other such familiars have been unable to otherwise get a piece of learning across to me, one of their choice tools is to bring it to me in the form of a story—even if I am the writer of that story. No matter what I have in mind, or am working on, I find my writing activities are suddenly hijacked along a previously unanticipated path. If I am in the midst of a neglectful sabbatical from writing, my mind becomes so inflicted with an unfolding tale that I must write it down to free myself from its clamor.

These playful friends of mine (my muses) are quite talented. For, as soon as they force me back to the keyboard, or by the moment that I realize that we have taken a “wrong” turn (if I was currently in a writing cycle), my conscious mind has already been seduced into gladly following their whimsy.

As a rule, once their intended lesson is conveyed via the resulting story, I am amazed that I was not already consciously aware of the information they have presented. Quite often I am such a complete convert that I cannot imagine how I could have been unaware of this particular information previously. Sometimes I suspect that I merely want to have as much as my instruction as possible delivered in this, my most favorite way.

I can’t offer any reasonable excuse for why I have periodically withdrawn from writing when I know that is the fount of so much valuable instruction for me. The most likely justification that I can offer is what flows before me is sometimes more than I was prepared to stand up before: sometimes “the truth may be recognized before the peace to live it is realized.”

The last time I had the good fortune of a being redirected along a path of instruction, I was making my way to rework a long-neglected bit of writing: doing preparatory exercises of short stories. Without warning, one of the stories—that soon became my novel, Sacred Vow—lay hold to my attention, far exceeding my intentions. I pursued, curious about what passed before me. After hour upon hour of following this new lure, I came out of my little 3x5 writing closet in a deep meditative state. Clearly, this story would be no mere preparation for another. Shortly afterwards, my job was downsized. I now had no excuse not to follow with abandon.

My writing closet—so small that I must turn the chair away from the desk to be able to stand and open the door to leave—may be an appropriate environment for inducing a meditative state—sitting in the dark for long hours, staring at a single light before me (the computer monitor). But I think there was something more going on. For ten to twelve hours a day, over the next several of weeks, I followed where the experience led. I was enjoying the story unfolding before me, but I was ecstatic from the sensation of extended periods of being connected to my higher self. My wife said that I possessed a radiance when I walked into the house during breaks in the writing. True, I typed in the text, but I did not initially imagine their meanings.

Weeks later, hiking with a friend, I told him of some of the views of reality unfolding in this new book. After listening attentively, he said: “Do you really believe this is the way it works?”

We continued deeper into the woods, as I gave his question thought. I was a little amused at the answer I finally had to admit. I said, “Until I saw this information in the story, I can’t say that I had any such ideas. But now, yes, I think this is a truth.”

“You know how tarot cards unveils truth depending on the way the cards fall?” he asked. “Perhaps just such an auspicious falling of words on your screen is unfolding the same way.”

For just such moments of clear connection with my higher self as the writing of Sacred Vow, I gladly pay the cost of the once seemingly endless attempts to connect with my unique path and intuitive voice.

Copyright 2007 CG Walters

This is my truth. Only you can determine if there is any value in it for you.

C.G. Walters primarily writes fiction that focuses on the multidimensionality of our loves and our lives.

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