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In this perfect moment, imagine the mayor, of a small city, activating the emergency sirens, for every little breeze that blows, because they could turn into bad weather..."even a tornado". Even if he is prone to over-react, he means well, and the folks love him so much, they keep re-electing him...'"he keeps us safe". This is the way it's been, for as long as anyone can remember.
Then, one day, during the annual "Harvest Festival", the wind picked up (ever so slightly), and just as before, the mayor quickly activated the sirens..."because it's better to be safe, than sorry, you know? Besides, they're my people. I'm responsible for keeping them absolutely safe...no matter what!"
But a strange thing happened. Or rather, a strange no-thing happened. No one ran to their houses. No one screamed, and no one gathered their children, frantically looking for shelter. No one cried "tornado" or "avalanche" (people had actually yelled this, in the past, even though the city was flat as a pancake). Nope. None of it. The sirens wailed and the mayor ran around, from window to window (he made sure his office had windows, facing every direction), getting more and more frantic. "Where is everyone? They should be running for their homes. They should be hiding in the conveniently located shelters, I've placed all over town." Still, no one was rushing anywhere. Not a single worried soul was seen yelling "tornado" (or "avalanche", for that matter). No one was spotted, running frantically after their children, or pushing others into shelters. This made the mayor even more frantic. So, he grabbed his hard hat, red safety sash, and bullhorn and headed out into the "Proto-Storm" (his word, not mine). When he got outside, the wind had picked up (what you and I might call a breeze), and still, the people ignored the sirens. So, he ran, as fast as he could,to the Harvest Festival (even though his car was still running, back at the office)."I have to warn them, save them from themselves," he said, between gasps. He ran on, sped by his worry, until he (finally) could see his people...ignoring his sirens. Stopping only to catch his breath, he turned the bullhorn on, and started cajoling them to make for their homes and the shelters. When cajoling did not work, he laid on the guilt, "Think of the children. Think of yourselves. Think of me, for goodness sakes. Who will I be mayor of, if you all die some horrible death?" Then, because no one was paying attention, he turned to berating them (He really didn't want to, but felt that he had no choice. That's what he told me later.), saying things like (and remember he was embarrassed about it all, later), "Are you all dumb? What's the matter with you, don't you hear the sirens? Can't you see that this is a Class 1 Proto-Storm? THIS COULD TURN INTO A TORNADO, PEOPLE!!!"Even after all of that...nothing. Even after making himself red in the face, and saying those unsavory things (he really did hate saying them). Nothing. And here's why (Are you ready for this?): They couldn't hear any of it. None of it. The planning committee had hired four bands, to play, this year, and through some miscommunication, they were hired to all play...at the same time.(These things happen.)Imagine, if you will, a mariachi band, a reggae band, a hair-metal band, and a gospel choir...all performing, at the same time...on four different stages, that were so close, they could wave to each other. Imagine the cacophony (look it up, if you need to) and the harmony and the sheer crazy brilliance of all those bands playing at the same time. (Go on, we've got time. Really imagine it...it was great, really.)Now, imagine, added to all that..uhh...music, the sounds of the midway, and the ferries wheel, and the tilt-a-whirl, and the...you get the picture. It was loud, and the people were having the best time, they ever had. Teenagers were falling in love, old folks were jamming out, parents were dancing, and no one was freaking out. All of this, despite the sirens and the mayor, red-faced, and jumping up and down. At one point, a little girl happened to look in the direction, of the mayor, and asked her mommy, "Mommy, why is the mayor all red-faced and jumping up and down, like that?" The mommy looked, to where she was pointing, and said, "Honey, the mayor obviously likes hair-metal. I would've never guessed that. Hmmm." They waved at the mayor, then made their way to the corn-dog stand.(Mmmm...corn-dogs...)As the afternoon turned into night, the breeze...er...uhh....the Class 1 Proto-Storm (yes, I'm being a smarty-pants) died out, and the mayor passed out, from exhaustion, and the music played on, and lights came on, and people ate funnel cakes, and had their fortunes told (none of which involved tornadoes or avalanches...except for the Smith boy, but he was always kind of reckless). Later, when the music was coming to a close, folks noticed a very faint siren sound, and there was a moment of panic (conditioning, you know?). There was a little running around, some minor freaking out, some gathering of children, but it all stopped, when everyone saw the mayor, sleeping on a parkbench. If the mayor wasn't worried, why should they? Right?They gathered up their children, stole their last kisses, danced one more dance, ate one last funnel-cake, said their "Good night!"s, and headed to their homes. Someone gave the mayor, a ride to his home, and everyone slept really, really well, that night (except the mayor, who thought he felt a little wind, as he was entering his home). The next morning, the paper ran a story, at the bottom of Page 2, about a tornado, that had touched down, about 50 miles away, and a bizarre avalanche, in the next town over. But who reads the bottom of Page 2? (Well, except the mayor, of course.)
The Seed Market - Rumi
The Seed Market
Can you find another market like this?
Where,
with your one rose
you can buy hundreds of rose gardens?
Where,
for one seed
you get a whole wilderness?
For one weak breath,
the divine wind?
You've been fearful
of being absorbed in the ground,
or drawn up by the air.
Now, your waterbead lets go
and drops into the ocean,
where it came from.
It no longer has the form it had,
but it's still water.
The essence is the same.
This giving up is not a repenting.
It's a deep honoring of yourself.
When the ocean comes to you as a lover,
marry, at once, quickly,
for God's sake!
Don't postpone it!
Existence has no better gift.
No amount of searching
will find this.
A perfect falcon, for no reason,
has landed on your shoulder,
and become yours.
--Rumi
Translated by Coleman Barks.
Join in! It's good for you, and all the cool kids are doing it. Hahahahaha!
| Time | Tuesday, February 15 · 10:00am - 7:00pm |
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| Location | Tattva School For The Healing Arts -- Cove Building (Fountain Park) 2728 Asbury Road |
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| More Info | "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 conscious marriage of the two...a new golden age of LOVE In The Human Experience! This new age requires a new understanding, and a new way of living. This new understanding is already yours. You are this new age." - Spiritual Teacher, Intutive and Healer, Patrick Sterenchuk ****Tattva Energetics (Includes Reiki I/II Certification)**** Join Patrick Sterenchuk - Usui and Imara Reiki Master/Teacher, and Creator of Tattva Energetics/Harmonics - for a day of self-discovery and enlightenment. We are all born healers...within us, the building blocks and blueprints for all Creation...and this class will help you to tap into, and channel, that unlimited healing and harmonizing power - for yourself and for others. This Tattva Energetics Class includes certification in Reiki I and II, and is designed for those with prior experience in body work, energetic healing, or other holistic disciplines (including, but not limited to, massage therapists, physical therapists, chiropractors, aroma therapists, practitioners of other healing traditions, etc...)...or with deep interest in these fields. Trust your own intuition, on this one...call Patrick (563-580-9779) and the two of you can decide, together, whether this is the right class for you. The investment, for this class is $300 ( a savings of $50 off Patrick's class fees if you were to take them individually). Class size is limited to 6 people, and there are three spots left. Reserve your spot now. We accept payments by cash, check and PayPal. Now is the time, for the next phase of your journey. Now is the time to take advantage of this opportunity. Contact Patrick via FB, email, or phone. A message from Patrick: "Let me share my 18 years of experience with you. If you are feeling the pull to take this class, dive in. There is no time like NOW. This is a chance to live from Joy and Freedom. I look forward to exploring and sharing with you. Blessings!" Love, light and laughter, The Tattva School for The Healing Arts...and Patrick Sterenchuk(Patrick Sterenchuk is a Spiritual Teacher, Healer, and Intuitive who lives in Dubuque, Iowa. For 18 years, Patrick has helped people to live more fulfilling lives. Patrick's practice involves spiritual guidance, intuitive work, energetic healing work, meditation instruction, guided imagery work (including past-life regression), and Laughter Yoga.) Here is a link, to the FB Page: |
All stories are true, and no story is more true than another. This is just one story, or one type of story. It does require us, on some level, to tell...and believe...another story. That story is this, "There is a higher power, a Creator, that is, in some way, separate from us." Now, you may be thinking, "That's not a story, I'm telling. I don't believe in a separate God, Goddess, Source." (Deep breath) This is not a judgment, on you, me, or anyone. I am saying, without any judgment, that as long as we talk about any outside force, having any effect on us, that story is woven into our personal human experience. And, it is perfect...as all stories are...and perfectly told.
Now, I never tell folks what stories to tell. I meditate, reflect, and share what brings me joy...knowing that, when it meets up with what others are experiencing, it will either ring true,for them, or it won't. In either case, they will be more sure about their own truth...no right, no wrong, just stories meeting stories. This is the case here, my friends. I love you all, and count myself blessed, by your presence, in my life. I am just asking, "Is this story still fun to tell?" "Is it the most joyous story that can be told?" "Is it necessary?" "Why do I still choose to tell the story, that I am subject to these experiences?" "Why do I still tell the story that growth, expansion, shifting, is accompanied by pain, discomfort, and/or confusion?"
Here's the thing, everything is fiction, and it is all streaming from you. No cosmic energy (of any kind) no prophecy (no matter how widely believed or how deeply ingrained), no fate, no contract (read "should"), no authority, outside of you, tells the stories, that you are experiencing. It's all you. It's all amazing. It's all real. It's all true. AND...you are free to experience any story you want. Who's going to tell you otherwise? Huh? It's all you! You're it! You're the storyteller, AND...you are that, in which, the storyteller is true.
I know how amazing you are. I know you...through all the stories, of your human experience...as that, from which, all things flow, and in which, all things exist. I believe that any story, you are telling yourself, is worthy of telling. It must be, you're telling it. I am just asking the question, "Do you still enjoy this story?" If not, Oh Light Of The World, Oh One True Source Of All That Is, Oh Non-Story At The Heart Of All Story...oh you, my friend, then choose another story.
Blessings,
P
p.s. One last question, "With all stories being equal...all worthy of being told...does the story, of growing, expanding, evolving, shifting, still hold the same joy for you? Is there another story, that you would enjoy more?" These are just questions, asked from a brother, who loves you very much. Blessings! Thank you for the gift of you!
| Time | Tuesday, February 15 · 10:00am - 7:00pm |
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| Location | Tattva School For The Healing Arts -- Cove Building (Fountain Park) 2728 Asbury Road |
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| More Info | "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 conscious marriage of the two...a new golden age of LOVE In The Human Experience! This new age requires a new understanding, and a new way of living. This new understanding is already yours. You are this new age." - Spiritual Teacher, Intutive and Healer, Patrick Sterenchuk ****Tattva Energetics (Includes Reiki I/II Certification)**** Join Patrick Sterenchuk - Usui and Imara Reiki Master/Teacher, and Creator of Tattva Energetics/Harmonics - for a day of self-discovery and enlightenment. We are all born healers...within us, the building blocks and blueprints for all Creation...and this class will help you to tap into, and channel, that unlimited healing and harmonizing power - for yourself and for others. This Tattva Energetics Class includes certification in Reiki I and II, and is designed for those with prior experience in body work, energetic healing, or other holistic disciplines (including, but not limited to, massage therapists, physical therapists, chiropractors, aroma therapists, practitioners of other healing traditions, etc...)...or with deep interest in these fields. Trust your own intuition, on this one...call Patrick (563-580-9779) and the two of you can decide, together, whether this is the right class for you. The investment, for this class is $300 ( a savings of $50 off Patrick's class fees if you were to take them individually). Class size is limited to 6 people, and there are three spots left. Reserve your spot now. We accept payments by cash, check and PayPal. Now is the time, for the next phase of your journey. Now is the time to take advantage of this opportunity. Contact Patrick via FB, email, or phone. A message from Patrick: "Let me share my 18 years of experience with you. If you are feeling the pull to take this class, dive in. There is no time like NOW. This is a chance to live from Joy and Freedom. I look forward to exploring and sharing with you. Blessings!" Love, light and laughter, The Tattva School for The Healing Arts...and Patrick Sterenchuk(Patrick Sterenchuk is a Spiritual Teacher, Healer, and Intuitive who lives in Dubuque, Iowa. For 18 years, Patrick has helped people to live more fulfilling lives. Patrick's practice involves spiritual guidance, intuitive work, energetic healing work, meditation instruction, guided imagery work (including past-life regression), and Laughter Yoga.) |
"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 conscious marriage of the two...a new golden age of LOVE In The Human Experience! This new age requires a new understanding, and a new way of living. This new understanding is already yours. You are this new age."
Friends,
I posted this message, Wednesday evening: 'My love, to all my friends, experiencing the blizzard. Blessings!' This has generated some questions about where I am living...'Have you moved?'...'Do you not live in Dubuque?'...'Where were you last night?'...'I'm confused. Don't you live, like two miles from me, dude?'. I still live in Dubuque, and visited several of its great businesses, last night. I can tell you that I am still living in Dubuque, and was in Dubuque last night and today. I can also tell you that I did not experience a blizzard. I am not delusional, nor am I being cheeky.
I simply did not experience a blizzard. Now, I am aware that many, of my friends and family, have experienced the blizzard, and that is why I posted:"My love, to all my friends, experiencing the blizzard. Blessings!"
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Friends, our experience is not limited to that, which is the collective perspective. In fact, it is possible to, consciously (and with no delusion), experience something other than what others are experiencing...even when they are right next to you. In fact, you do it every day. You are doing it now...mostly unconsciously. You are free, and capable, of experiencing life, fully from your own personal field of creation. This is, really, are there is. The concept of a collective field of creation...one that requires a majority vote...it just that, a concept. A very persistent, self-sustaining perspective, it would seem.Now, I know that it seems to be born out by everyday experience. The majority agrees that grass, on any given day, will be green. If you drop an egg, it will splatter. If you live in the same geographical location, as those, experiencing a blizzard, you must experience blizzard. Majority rules. Or does it?I tell you, right now, that it is possible to understand that other are experiencing a particular "collective experience", while you are (again, consciously) aware of, and participant to, a different experience. This is not a delusion...you are aware of both realities, and treat both as real, AND simply, consciously, choose to experience something other than the "collective experience". I know this, from personal experience. I have had some interesting experiences, throughout my life, that have always pointed to this. Experiences that were in line with the physics, metaphysics, and philosophy, that were informing my inner life, have played out, in my outer life. In the last three years, these experiences have increased in frequency and intensity, and with them, have come more than a few epiphanies...one, of which, I am relaying, with this message.I can with great clarity, and with no judgment, tell you that I did not experience a blizzard, while those around me, most certainly did. Call this what you will...a matter of perspective, rose-colored glasses, philosophical and linguistic acrobatics, word play...I tell you that I am aware that, for many, a blizzard occurred in this geographical location. I know that this is true, and I know that, with equal surety, I experienced other. We are living in a very interesting time. everything is on the table, and I am here to tell you that what you call reality, is an opt-in, rather than an opt-out. You experience what you expect to experience, and you can only expect what you can accept. Now is the time to look at what you can accept, and whether it is in line with your joy. Now is the time, to question what you are willing to accept, and begin living from what is possible. Now is the time, to remember that your truest essence is that which makes all things possible. Blessings, Patrickp.s. More on this, later. Time for sleep. Tattvam asi! (Thou art that, from which, all things flow, and in which, all things exist!)
Or......A little "blizzard of laughs" laughter. Enjoy, and join in. Did you know that research has confirmed laughter's immune boosting powers? Laughter really is the best medicine.