The Sun, the Rain, and I

What should one do… stand-still in the rain, umbrella open, covering every inch of your body from the raindrops falling asunder like water in a perpetual storm, never-ending, no never-ending. Or maybe one should throw the umbrella aside and splash head-on into the blissful waters shouting hallelujah, ” I told you so, I can defeat the rain”.

We find ourselves wanting to be braver than Helios and defiantly trying to drive our trusted steeds into the darkest of night defying the sun god his nightly victory over space and time. What one must do and hasn’t much choice is to defeat the dragons nine. I have Parkinson’s disease and on any given day I can either walk under the safety of an umbrella or splash my way thru the rain, mud flying all over me.

Almost out of a dream I witnessed some time ago that if one goes steadfast into the direction of there dreams things happen as if out of a magic hat, the universe overrides the objects that are not needed and in other ways summons forth objects that are necessary. Everything we thought was so obvious for so long is finally so obvious.

*Copyright jc

The Natural Bridge

Many take shelter from feeling too much within
Some will tell you it’s a mortal sin
To fly so high and steep so low
Just as Perceval in tales of old 
But to know when all else fails
When all is lost down the streets of desire
And the blind eye of regret is all that one feels
You will soon come to a realization that the truest feeling is within the heart
That light and love are born of a sacred vow
And the only real freedom there is, inhabits this very moment
The only thing they can take away from you is the gift of solitude, to fear it, to be deprived of the comfort of one’s own company
And to subsequently demolish the natural bridge to the universe…

copyright-jc-2019-9

 

Dragons Nine

What should one do, stand still in the rain, umbrella open, guarding every inch of your body against the raindrops falling asunder like water in a perpetual storm? Or, maybe one should throw the umbrella aside and splash head-on into the blissful water shouting hallelujah amidst the splashing of each puddle in defiance of the proper way of society. Continue reading Dragons Nine

Love and the Particle Accelerator

“Love, what a mess it can bring to your life, guaranteed to screw things up, but what a glorious screw-up. For it is out of this world, of the universe.”
-Joseph Campbell Continue reading Love and the Particle Accelerator

Trip Into Understanding

There are times when we try putting together life’s puzzles, assigning the pieces as neatly and securely as we can, into a box of our own subjective thinking; a box that hasn’t any room for fresh interpretation. The analysis is so in sync with the cerebral brain that we fail to enjoy the epiphanies that are present especially when the pieces of the puzzle seem not to fit as we think they should…if our narrative comes together, we call it a miracle, if not we’re disgruntled. We tend not to appreciate that in the perforations of this chaos there are considerations waiting for our attention. It is only when we trip into overload from this temporal way of thinking, thus spilling forth into the mysteries, do we expand our thoughts into the universe of a higher understanding. It is then, I come to realize that what I don’t know is more than I thought I knew and I’ll never know it all. Thus, I stand blessed and open to all there is on the road of perception raining down in the pale moonlight. This is mindfulness at its best, waiting to hand you something you didn’t have an inkling you were in need of.

©jc2018-9

*Image courtesy of Pixabay

 

CRUX

"Crux (Southern Cross) from Hobart, Tasmania" by Edoddridge - Own work. Licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons - http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Crux_(Southern_Cross)_from_Hobart,_Tasmania.jpg#/media/File:Crux_(Southern_Cross)_from_Hobart,_Tasmania.jpg
Southern Cross

Once upon a dream not too long ago, while sailing sleeps silent gate in the vicinity of the Constellation Crux which harbours the Southern Cross, our pilgrim found himself immersed in unmarked writings, wordless readings, and silent teachings, for he now understood that nature was his true teacher, however not so much that he hadn’t abandoned a life of books and study but the true measure of that study,  enveloped and afforded him the real test of insight which  he called intuition, instinct, a sixth sense. Continue reading CRUX

The Natural Bridge to the Universe

Many take shelter from feeling too much within
Some will tell you it’s a mortal sin
But to know when all else fails
When all is lost down the streets of desire
The truest feeling is within the heart
That’s the only real freedom there is
The only thing they can’t take away from you
Thus to fear the gift of solitude
Is to be deprived of the comfort of one’s own company
And to subsequently demolish the natural bridge to the universe.                                  -JC
Continue reading The Natural Bridge to the Universe

Charting The Rainbow

“You live that you may learn love. You love that you may learn to live. No other lesson is required of man.”
Mirad

One soul connects to another. But the longing which the cerebral mind intended may end up being completely different from what it originally sought, for the soul requires and demands something more, so our longing evolves laced with these core request. Love born just of passion will fade. As love born to reconnect to the image of a life long dead may resurrect the past, but not create the bridge to our true self, thus depriving the soul of its initial search. Continue reading Charting The Rainbow

The Natural Bridge to the Universe

NaturalBridgeVA_lgMany take shelter from feeling too much within
Some will tell you it’s a mortal sin
But to know when all else fails
When all is lost down the streets of desire
The truest feeling is within the heart
That’s the only real freedom there is
The only thing they can’t take away from you
Thus to fear the gift of solitude
Is to be deprived of the comfort of one’s own company
And to subsequently demolish the natural bridge to the universe…

©jc2016-9

My Mourning Jacket – Wonderful (The Way I Feel)                                                         https://youtu.be/ts922ocXdkk

The Pilgrim, the Composer, and the Captain

Public Domain-1024px-Antonio_Jacobsen_-_The_ship_Young_America_at_sea (1)Our Pilgrim recognized the three aphorisms found in the composer’s desk after his passing. They are Egyptian in origin and although all three are similar in meaning… the emphasis was to stress his conviction in the manner in which he lived.

Deciphered from the original Coptic, they translated to: Continue reading The Pilgrim, the Composer, and the Captain