"Dear World,

There are so many things I would like to explain to you, so many wonders, so many incredible and exciting things. They are all one thing really, one truth, that is so simple, but needs so much traveling to get to before anyone who has forgotten it can understand it fully.

Firstly, no matter what you believe, there is one thing that unites all peoples, and that is this: the filling and beautiful feeling, the existence of love in each persons heart. It is there in everyone, everything, every person and object and idea and feeling. It is the basis of everything. It is the base substance, out of which everything else exists.

If it is not love, it is not there, it is an illusion of the ego, the mind.
This is the great truth, the wonder of life.

Secondly, how you experience reality, that intricate and subtle thing you call real, is your personal creation. You have made it of your love, it is yours wholly and fully, and will always be yours. So, in effect, you are existing inside yourself, or what you think of as your mind. In this way, everything is a reflection of an aspect of yourself, and you recognize it as this also. This means that there is no polarity, no right or wrong, only is, and it is you. Do not judge what it, do not label it, this creates separation.

In that everything is you, so you are everything.

This is a part of what is meant by 'all is one'.

Everyone else is a part of you, and so you are a part of everyone else. The meaning of love is the recognition that that person is another facet of yourself, and you are a reflection of a part of them. In this way, love can be learnt of all things, and non-things. Fear is the separation of these parts, and the un-acceptance 'that' that is a part of what you think of as yourself. But to join these parts, painful as it may seem, is easy and fulfilling.

To fully love something you do not like or understand, that is to make it a part of yourself again, to un-break yourself. So reach out, be that thing, find it's reflection in your heart, resonate with it and love it, accept it for being there. And you will be whole again.

This is the great secret that is no secret, it is so simple, so real, you can do it today, right now. Accept it, do not fight it. Love truly is all that is, and you are love.

Love From Lindsay "

-taken from:
http://www.namastecafe.com/evolution/indigo/speaks.htm

an excerpt from PRONOIA Is the Antidote for Paranoia: How the Whole World Is Conspiring to Shower You with Blessings by Rob Brezsny:

"Let me remind you who you really are: You’re an immortal freedom fighter in service to divine love. You have temporarily taken on the form of a human being, suffering amnesia about your true origins, in order to liberate all sentient creatures from suffering and help them claim the ecstatic awareness that is their birthright. You will accept nothing less than the miracle of bringing heaven all the way down to earth.

Your task may look impossible. Ignorance and inertia, partially camouflaged as time-honored morality, seem to surround you. Pessimism is enshrined as a hallmark of worldliness. Compulsive skepticism masquerades as perceptiveness. Mean-spirited irony is chic. Stories about treachery and degradation provoke a visceral thrill in millions of people who think of themselves as reasonable and smart. Beautiful truths are suspect and ugly truths are readily believed.

To grapple against these odds, you have to be both a wrathful insurrectionary and an exuberant lover of life. You’ve got to cultivate cheerful buoyancy even as you resist the temptation to swallow thousands of delusions that have been carefully crafted and seductively packaged by very self-important people who act as if they know what they’re doing. You have to learn how to stay in a good mood as you overthrow the sour, puckered hallucination that is mistakenly referred to as reality.

What can we do to help each other in this work?

First, we can create safe houses to shelter everyone who’s devoted to the slow-motion awakening. These sanctuaries might take the form of temporary autonomous zones like festivals and parties and workshops, where we can ritually potentiate the evolving mysteries of pronoia. Or they might be more enduring autonomous zones like homes and cafes and businesses where we can get regular practice in freeing ourselves from the slavery of hatred in all of its many guises.

What else can we do to help each other? We can conspire together to carry out the agenda that futurist Barbara Marx Hubbard names: to hospice what’s dying and midwife what’s being born. We need the trigger of each other’s rebel glee as we kill off every reflex within us that resonates in harmony with the putrefaction. We need each other’s dauntless cunning as we goad and foment the blooming life forces within us that thrive on the New World’s incandescent questions.

Here’s a third way we can collaborate: We can inspire each other to perpetrate healing mischief, friendly shocks, compassionate tricks, blasphemous reverence, holy pranks, and crazy wisdom . . . .

What? Huh? What do tricks and mischief and jokes have to do with our quest? Isn’t America in a permanent state of war? Isn’t it the most militarized empire in the history of the world? Hasn’t the government’s paranoia about terrorism decimated our civil liberties? Isn’t it our duty to grow more serious and weighty than ever before?

I say it’s the perfect moment to take everything less seriously and less personally and less literally.

Permanent war and the loss of civil liberties are immediate dangers. But there is an even bigger long-term threat to the fate of the earth, of which the others are but symptoms: the genocide of the imagination.

Earlier I cited pop nihilist storytellers as vanguard perpetrators of the genocide of the imagination. But there are other culprits as well: the fundamentalists. I’m not referring to just the usual suspects—the religious fanatics of Islam and Christianity and Judaism and Hinduism.

Scientists can be fundamentalists. So can liberals and capitalists, atheists and hedonists, patriots and anarchists, hippies and goths, you and me. Those who champion the ideology of materialism can be the most fanatical fundamentalists of all. And the journalists, filmmakers, novelists, critics, poets, and other artists who relentlessly generate rotten visions of the human condition are often pop nihilist fundamentalists.

Every fundamentalist divides the world into two camps, those who agree with him and like him and help him, and those who don’t. There is only one right way to interpret the world—according to the ideas the fundamentalist believes to be true—and a million wrong ways.

The fundamental attitude of all fundamentalists is to take everything way too seriously and way too personally and way too literally. The untrammeled imagination is taboo. Correct belief is the only virtue. Every fundamentalist is committed to waging war against the imagination unless the imagination is enslaved to his or her belief system.

And here’s the bad news: Like almost everyone in the world, each of us has our own share of the fundamentalist virus. It may not be as virulent and dangerous to the collective welfare as, say, the fundamentalism of Islamic terrorists or right-wing Christian politicians or CEOs who act as if making a financial profit is the supreme good or scientists who deny the existence of the large part of reality that’s imperceptible to the five senses.

But still: We are infected, you and I, with fundamentalism. What are we going to do about it?

I say we practice taking everything less seriously and less personally and less literally. I suggest we administer plentiful doses of healing mischief, friendly shocks, compassionate tricks, blasphemous reverence, holy pranks, and crazy wisdom."

lately i have been so bombarded by thoughts with so much energy it is overwelming trying to fit them all together.
change the world. save this country from itself. escape to an island and build my own country.
do something with your life. something you are passionate about and believe in.
what form of government do you like best? not anarchy, not communism. reform democracy. wish we were ruled by a council of benevolent leaders who fiercely fight for world peace, the enviroment, and the freedom and rights of everyone. wish people could see the truth.
don't believe their lies. reveal the truth to them. how?
fear is bad. i am afraid no one can see.
there should be more females in power in the government. but moreso, there needs to be more good people in power, the corrupt shouldn't have the power. my heart is bleeding. i'm an idealist.
i'm honestly happy.
do something i'm passionate about. coordinate festivals. spread love and beauty. help others. express it all through art and poetry. DO SOMETHING! don't be so latent.
why are we still relying on nuclear power? why are we still turning a blind eye to the enviroment?
does the subjugation of women have anything to do with the way we treat the earth like garbage?
when you're living in love, the impoverished other side of life is glaring you in the face.
when you're living in pain, all you have left is to hope.
that is how yin and yang reflect eachother in their eyeballs.
tattoo over my bleeding heart with something i believe in.
build a tribe of love. is there anyone else left who believes? does anyone care?
christians are brainwashed not to want world peace. the bible says world peace is a sign that the end is coming. why are they all so afraid?
the bible is the truth filtered through the lens of power hungry liars, until so little of it's original essence was left. (god is love and all is god and all is love and hell only exists if you let it)

free art.
free the soul from lies and fear and corruption and ignorance.
you can be happy without being ignorant but we need to convince the rest of the world to stop being so intent on ignorance and unhappiness.
they had us all brainwashed. even in history class, they lied to us. they fed us their skewed, biased, brainwashed version of what has happened. they never told us we were villains. what are you to do when you feel so much love for everyone and just want everyone to be ok and love one another yet you are a small part of a country which is a huge power-hungry asshole?

good things are happening all over the world, but the powers that be are doing everything in their power to keep those things swept under the rug so that the massive orgasmic healing cannot commence, they have to keep the rest of you from believing so that you will not join forces and give more power to the things that take power away from those who know that fear is what keeps them in power.

don't let them.

written at the blue heron festival on July 8th.

dancing is juggling energy
spiritual, passionate, entrancing musical energy
at our core, we are all trees or branches
inhale exhale feed eachother air
i could flit around without a care

forget the real world
forget the time
they say deep in the enchanted woods
fern gully, the sign said
"there's a camp of fairy princesses"
she told me so i followed her there
the shining faces of people who have been
compressed into diamons lodged deep within the earth's crust
a secret is whispered
and it shivers up their spines and
out their fingertips. into the music
we lean closer to devour
the sun is beautiful bright
though it burns me i'll be all right
our souls all become part children
twirling barefoot in the grass-
part wise men
teaching our bit in this cosmic class.
trombonize me into this trance
I could live forever balancing on this cloud,
gather my barings to lose the other ones-
stressful structures falling away
as my true lone body emerges from the gray
and I want color, all color,
paths through the woods and
wandering but never lost
always basking in the joyful noises we make
as we come together to unite
in this frictitious family of fantasy.
I could love each one of you for a day,
tasting the truth of it in each new way
I experience bliss and it's fragile and fantastic.
it makes it all worth it if only a moment. all we have
is this moment, connected to all the others
in this spider web we all spin to create
our tiny part in eternity, a massive
painting, a song that bursts forth from
elusive truth, we exist whether we can fathom it or not we
brush our finger tips against the
tapestries of life
but we cannot fully grasp it
like water flowing over us we are all water
rushing and reuiniting eternally flowing
forever and never this mortal
infinity, I scream through its beauty

(from my journal, August 5th.)
after we hung out today i didn't want to let myself get all twisted thinking like i usually get. i decided to walk down by the creek and sorta meditate about the water. i think for me water really is inspiring and important because i need to be like water, i need to flow.
i ended up running part of the way there. i never run; but i did today. barefoot, holding my skirt up with one hand, panting.
at the water, i tried to be still so i could stare into it, absorb myself into it's flow, listen to it's whispered melody. but it was hard to be still, it was hard to concentrate on the creek because all these mosquitoes were landing on me. i remembered my friend saying they noticed that mosquitoes land on you less if you keep moving. so i started moving my arms around in a flowy way, trying to move them to the water's music the way i would to actual music at a concert. so there i am sitting on a rock at the edge of a creek, kicking my legs and swirling my arms around in the air.
so then i realized that water is always moving too. it may seem still or at least peaceful but it is always flowing. nothing can deter it's path, only change it's path but either way it forcefully continues flowing on towards it's destination. it never stops flowing though, it's not reaching the destination it's just the movement. the water can get dirty but if it keeps flowing it eventually gets clean again. still water remains stagnant. and that's how i need to be. never settling into a stagnant state of nothingness. always moving, changing, growing, flowing. a person may be a touch stone for me, i may learn a lot from them, but they are really just something directing me along on my path, as i flow on towards infinity. nothing will last forever except the thread of everything that flows through it all, and i want to be close to that and i want to be like water, peaceful yet powerful, always rushing on towards something new, yet always settled in to my own flow.