What I did, on the last day of Thanksgiving weekend, and how it changed my life.

What you are about to read, was originally written as a series of Facebook posts. I wrote them, while experiencing an incredible moment of unfolding...a deep transformation...one of the deepest, I have ever experienced. In many ways, I am still, even hours later, feeling the effects of this life changing moment.

It all began when I found myself writing the section, in quotes. I remember thinking, "That felt channeled...inspired." It was a for a new class. One that had presented itself, earlier in the morning, and for which I was writing material. I now know that my great moment, of unfolding, began this morning. Today has been a day of extraordinary blessings, and I wanted to share it with you.

Before you continue, please allow yourself to relax and take a few deep breaths. If you can, make sure that you will not be interrupted. This account, of my spiritual tsunami, is written with energetic cues, embedded within it. The words carry a story, and with that story, its own kind of code...meant to awaken and stir your own memory.

More than that, there is another code, embedded deeper, on an energetic level...and even deeper than that. As you read this through, the first time, I suggest reading it for the narrative..while staying open to any feelings or understanding you might experience. Then read it through, without really focusing on the story, but being aware of what you are feeling.

Thank you, first, for reading this, and for being part of my sharing of this spectacular event. Thank you, too, for saying "Yes!" to your own remembering. There are no coincidences, and you are reading this because you too are on the cusp of a major life moment...an incredible moment, of unfolding. Relax and enjoy the process, and know the timing is perfect.

Now, breathe and breathe and breathe and relax...and here we go...

"All spiritual practices must work in the context of the lives that they serve, adapting themselves to each new age of understanding. This is true, in the context of the wider human experience...the 'collective field of creation'...as well as the singular human experience...'the personal field of creation'. You have chosen to experience the marriage of the two. This requires new tools of understanding."

I have this evening, had another awakening...a remembering. As I was working on a new class...one that presented itself, this morning...I became very sleepy. I fought this sleep, for some time, telling myself that I should not be so tired. At this 'should', I let go of my hold. I fell into the embrace of a sleep that prisoners or travelers know...so tired that hard floor felt soft.

I slept deep. With only a cushion, from a chair, to keep my head from the dusty floor, I slept, and it was like being held down, by a tremendous weight. It was only unpleasant while I fought it. One last time, I found myself fighting this powerful sleep, and then, just as before, I turned to embrace it. Together, we fell, this sleep and I, and I was lost in its embrace...the world fell away.

I am not sure how long I lingered in that dreamless sleep...perhaps an hour, maybe more. I had attempted to stand and shake this spell, after a time, but found its heaviness intoxicating. So, I returned to this deep sleep. It was only with the ringing of my cell phone, that I was to shake this heavy blanket, and return to this world...the one, in which we find ourselves, right now.

I stumbled to my feet, and began to shake the traces of this mysterious sleep. I returned the phone call, speaking with one, I love so dearly...but with little focus and with other heart-thoughts, pulling my attention, I promised to call later...after completing some work. And then, like a lover, coaxed back to bed, I drifted once more. It was this last, short visit, that upended me and then set me aright.

Now, more or less awake, I faced the same 'should' that told me to complete the work for this new class. I heard its voice, clearly, and...with great rationality, as its strength, it laid out specific reasons for abandoning the whispers that followed me back, from across the void. I listened, attentively, to this child, of reason. I listened, and gave him his due...his father was an old friend, after all.

He laid out a convincing argument, and for a while, I returned to my plans and felt myself magnanimous, at letting the whispers come too. I had work to do, after all, and the sooner I did my work, the sooner I could sit down with whatever had come back with me...from the dreamless plains of my sleep. And, for a time, we all worked together, quite well (I am a master arbiter and negotiator, you see).

Soon, though, the work...that which would provide for my well-being, that which would be part of the new focal point of my life, my stepping up, as a teacher and guide, this new and exciting inspiration, from this morning...was not holding my attention. One of the whispers said, "What would you say, to someone else? Would you ask them, perhaps, if this was joy for them? It is what you would ask, isn't it?"

It is a curious thing to have one's words returned to one's self, and in one's own voice, no less. Since the wisdom was sound, I could do no less than agree, and I put the work aside...and listened. It as only fair, after all, to give equal time to these, my new companions. So, I listened, and then that was not enough. So, I let go and stopped, even, my listening. If this does not make sense, bear with me.

I sidled up to the whispers, and let them take me to the border of that earlier sleep. I would not call it sleep or meditation...it is something that, I had not experienced before. Not in almost 24 years of meditation practice. Not in countless trance states, or channel states. Not in any jet-lagged stupor. I felt it...here...now...and as I write this, to you, I feel it still, although less so. Yet, I feel it.

I can not tell you, precisely, what is going on, because...even as I write this to you (as I have been asked to do), it is happening still. I have been asked to write this to you, during this process, so that it may be extended to you, should you wish it.

In my life, I have had many moments of great unfolding...moments that shine, amongst their sibling moments, like bright stars. This is one of those moments, and it is beautiful. We wanted this (I see it now) to be a sharing, in the moment. To take you through the moment, as it was unfolding, but not just in the written sense.

While you are reading this...and rereading this...there is a subtle working happening. If you accept it. There is no onus to do so...no obligation. We just thought it a...fun...idea, to be conscious during an unfolding. A kind of eyewitness, documentary, p.o.v. experience that works on all levels of your perception.

The most affective way, to read these posts, is to breathe and breathe and breathe and let your breathe relax you. I have been told that you may, if you are allowing, find yourself falling into your own deep sleep.

Trust your process, and allow it...all of it, the overthinking, the 'shoulds', the bliss, the surrender...all of it. Every age, whether in the context of what we all history, or within our own perceived history, will experience a moment of self-understanding.

This is one of those moments. It is for me, as I type these words. As you read them. As countless manifestations, of LOVE, are being expressed in their own perfect way.

And, as I feel my Self, creating a new way for me to be me...as I sit now/here, drawing this missive to a close...I can sense that I have arrived at the place I have always been...and with great acceptance, know that I will continue to arrive. This is a joy, for me.

And, although I have been receiving and sharing this message, for some time, I find myself wanting to share it with you again...'I AM LOVE, and know all things as LOVE.' Thank you for going this far, with me.

There is more for me, after this correspondence, but I am asked to bid you adieu, and return my focus to this unfolding...this remembering. I will pull these posts together, later, into one coherent blog. Until then, blessings! I AM LOVE, and know you as LOVE!

That is the end of the posts. Thank you for sharing this moment with me. Now, if you are open to it...this whole thing was designed to awaken something in you. When you read it, again, pay attention to the subtle energetic responses within yourself. Above all, just allow your heart and mind to be open, and let whatever unfolds...unfold.

Blessings,

Patrick

All is fiction AND all is real...We are all stories that LOVE is telling to LOVE!

Hello gangsters,

I wanted to share a short vignette...a little fiction that flowed through me, this afternoon. I have been having these experiences, more and more. Little pieces of fiction that all but write themselves. There is no rhyme or reason to when they show up. So, when they do, I get out of the way...make myself transparent (more than I already have been, lately)...and I let them write themselves. I think of them as pieces from a travelogue, from my travels across time and space.

Here it is, enjoy:

One night, he woke up and said, to his beloved, 'I had the strangest dream....very odd...almost alien...but you were there, and all the people that we know. They were there too. That wasn't the strange part.'

'What was it then?', she asked her beloved, her other self. 'What was so strange, so alien, so odd, in this dream you had?'

He paused. For many moments, he paused, and she thought him to be asleep again, her beloved...her self, as other. She waited, many moments she waited, and then he spoke.

He said, in a small voice, 'We could not fly, or travel by thought, in this strange dream. Everything looked very like this world, the world in which we love one another. It looked...very like, but...'

'Yes?', she asked. 'Yes, very like, but...what?' 'What could be stranger than a world where we can not fly, or travel by thought?' 'What is it, my beloved, that has taken your words?' 'I am listening, my love...please, tell me.'

'Well, you will think it stranger still, my beloved,' he said, in that small voice. 'You will think it alien, indeed.' 'These people, this other, alien, us...we live very short lives...very short. It is a wonder how anyone could really live all that there is to live, in these short lives.'

'In this dream, you appeared, as you do now...beautiful and with the same bright eyes...but you were only forty years old.' 'Can you imagine that? Forty years old?' 'You are more beautiful to me, my beloved, than the day we were joined, but neither of us has seen that age for several hundred years.'

'Strange, indeed. So strange, I laughed out loud...very loud...right in the middle of the dream, I laughed without control, and this is what woke me from that dream...my laughing. I laughed myself awake, and I find myself back with you, my love. Back here, where the world makes sense.' 'What do you make of it all?'

She paused, now. She paused for many moments, and it was his turn to wonder if she was sleeping. Had he lulled her to sleep? Was she, even now, dreaming her own strange dreams? But, then she spoke, and it was a gentle voice, a nurturing, loving voice.

She said, 'I think you had too much wine before bed, my beloved...or just enough.' You have always been one of our best dreamers. Your dreams are stranger, more wild, more...more. Your dreams are more. One of the many things, I love about you.'

'Now, hold me, my beloved, and tell me more of this strange world, where we are us and not us. Tell me more of this strange place, where we can not fly. Tell me all the other strange things, and maybe I will dream them too. Maybe we can meet in this strange place, and wake each other, with laughing.'

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Here is another little bit, that just flowed while I was doing other work. When they come, I get out of the way...make myself even more transparent than I have become, lately...and let them flow. I love each of them, exactly as they are. What I know is that these are all true and, for some reason (that is not really important) I get these little glimpses. Part of my own personal transformation, and a pattern I am seeing in others.

We are remembering that we are LOVE In The Human Experience...which means that we are LOVE...period. We are remembering that being human does not connote limitation, and that, as human, we can access the very building blocks of Creation.

To be human...this has meant one thing, for several thousands of years, but we are remembering...we are becoming and we are already become and we are not become, at all. We are the ushering of the new paradigm...the paradigm of "AND"..."This AND That" instead of "This OR That". What a glorious time to be alive.

I have been allowing my channeling gifts to marry with my writing gifts...with no concern for their commercial viability...these little fictions are a travelogue from my travels across Creation...across The ALL. Diving into my Self, I touch IS...just for a moment...and I come away with these little moments. I do this for no other reason than the discovery...the awe and delight in 'knowing' theses moments.

I have always thought of myself as a poet...that is a limitation that I am no longer comfortable with...these little vignettes are for me. If others find some value...I am grateful. (Kristen, you have inspired me. Je vous remercie, ma sœur!)


Here it is:



Someone had built the Sacred Fires, in the Long Ago...long before anyone of them had been born. They had always known the Sacred Fires, and the Lake of Purification. Some of them had even gotten close enough to smell the offerings at The Sacred Fires.

No one was quite sure what the offerings were, but all of the religious teachings told of the honors, bestowed on those that gave themselves to the gods. Those that were blessed into rich and influential families had closest access to the Holy Waters and the Sacred Fires. The only ones, allowed closer, were the Priests and Priestesses...the Servants of The Holy Flame and Tenders to The Sacred Fires...and they were mute.

When an initiate, of the Holy Priesthood, was dedicated to the gods, at age 13, a special paste (made from the ashes, of the sacrifices, at The Sacred Fires) was fed to them, which put them in an altered state. In this altered state, they gave their first, and last, oracular statement...a statement that would dedicate them to their own special work, as Priest or Priestess...then their tongue was ritually cut from their mouth and fed to the flames. In this way, they were made children of the gods.

On occasion, on very, very rare occasions, an initiate's tongue grew back, and they were given the unique distinction of being a speaker of the old ways. This happened only once in an age, normally. Now, there were two. Twins...a sister and brother, who spoke for the gods, and kept the Divine Dialogue alive within the minds and hearts of The People.

It is said that they are, these Twins, the return of the first Priest and Priestess of The Holy Flame...an answer to a promise, made by the gods, to The People, in The Long Ago. It is said that their return marks the time when the gods will, once again, walk among The People. It is also said that to see them, even for a second, is to have all sins, from all lives, washed away...as if you had actually been granted access to the waters of the Lake of Purification.



Again, not a fully formed, or neatly tied up story. But, these are glimpses at realities...fictions...that are true somewhere/somewhen. And we all know that everything is true...somewhere and somewhen, with in The All. Have a beautiful night. Dream and birth new worlds with your dreaming. Blessings!

With LOVE,

Patrick