Quietly, lay the flakes gathered upon the Pines. The Birch bow to honor its fall. A visioned mist in the distance, a look of endlessness. Leading to the void where dark and light meet in the marriage of nothingness. How I long for that space that flies me free.

Sitting in the high peaks of Northern Vermont there is a silence to the snowfall and stillness that calms the nerves from the daily throes of life. The body takes on a relaxed feel, producing a clarity that makes one awestruck. As the Knowing seeps into the channels of our mind we feel alive. Alive with energy that is felt from tip to toe, warming our skin and pushing outward through the Auric field. The current is stronger in this stillness and the awareness is uncanny. The land is at peace here. It’s as though this place, at the northern tip, is the crown chakra, and the peace and light that emanate from this spot are sending these subtle waves into the rest of its body, the lower 48. All is good, even in the confusing times we live in. A wakeup from the apathy that we have wallowed in. A reminder that enlightenment is not just a spiritual term, it’s a state that we have longed for, even in the day-to-day. Now our opportunity is here. What shall we choose? A sleep that keeps our enlightened state dormant, or the call to rally to a new world? A world of peace and light and evolved consciousness.

 

A Short Meditation

Happy New Year 2019

Here’s to a more expressive year. Expressive in Enlightenment, in Peace, in Light, in Knowing. We are more than just human beings, we are infinite souls, moving through time and space to realize our true selves.

Alone on the bridge, as the light bows to the darkness. Leaving the rattle of the day we become blanketed in the silent peace of night. There is no separation here, just a smooth transition in the duality of life.

After a broad exchange of spiritual views among some of my friends and associates, I voiced my view on the matter.

“This has been an extraordinary conversation. The players couldn’t be more closely involved in the subject matter. I’ve been thinking about my part in this game. It wasn’t exceptional. It just was. I longed for that gold ring as a disciple, and long after. After I left the guru, I played the former disciple with grace, or so I believed. But, it was all in my mind. The day I dropped the search was the day I started to realize. I realized my truth was only mine. Not yours or his or hers, just mine. There is no consensus here. My perception of life and the afterward, and my ideal of enlightenment were just mine. And they were just an idea. Just words floating through my mind. A belief, predicated on learning from this, that, and the other. And then one day those thoughts were gone. The ideas were gone. The slate had been wiped clean. I was empty. 

One day, long after that empty day, I was walking across my room and suddenly I found my self stopped, in the midst of a presence that took my breath away. It was peace, light, and bliss all wrapped up in one. I couldn’t move from that space, why would I? The feeling was transcendent. It produced that current that Franklin Merrill-Wolff speaks of in “Pathways Through To Space.” It lasted no longer than a moment. But, it was there. I felt it through my all, and I can recall it now. It has graced me a few more times, but I cannot hold it firm. It teases me. I am grateful, even for those morsels. There is nothing that can really describe it. My words here are puny at any rate. This thing that we hold so dear to belong to has no ties to us. It is there all the time. If we’re lucky to walk into its space, well that is an awesome day.”

On October 31 Robert wrote to me about a dream he had and the after-conversation with his higher being, the All-Self. Though not part of the esoteric or philosophical community’s everyday nomenclature this All-Self fit comfortably into the essence of who Robert is and allowed him to communicate on the most subtle level with this Knowingness. Like ‘Letters from 500,’ it was a call, a call from beyond the organic through a myriad of vibrational walls, coming to rest within his harmonic being. 

Though I have concentrated much of my energy, as many have, on the darkness that has become our country’s recent mythology, I have had moments of clarity within the space of that Knowingness that have given me strength. Like “The Four Agreements,” once you allow your ego to take a rest and you comprehend through a deep intuitive rather than the ego mind, you will open the door to a new self. Read it with your eyes and feel it in your soul. Your All-Self will dance in the Knowingness of your awakened Realization.

      

 RP:  Well, good afternoon, AS. As I’m sure you know, I had a powerful dream this morning.

 AS:  Yes. Please describe it for me, for the record.

 RP:  I wrote copious dream notes on it this morning. I don’t have them with me right now. Do you want me to repeat myself?

 AS:  As though you are a ‘repeat self’ of me? Of course, repetition is rampant in the Grand Illusion. It is required that you repeat your ‘self’. Go ahead. I have a feeling it won’t be just duplication in any case.

 RP:  All right then. The dream was coming out of another dream, one in which I was on a prison ship or barge in the harbor of a great city. I was with my family—mother, father, brothers and sisters; we were all prisoners. We were trying to figure out what city this was and where we were. I don’t remember why we were prisoners, but it felt like it had to do with a powerful repressive government that had rushed over our democracy and was ‘locking up’ anyone who dissented or might conceivably dissent. And we had been more than dissenters; we were resisters.

 RP:  But abruptly in the dream everything shifted. I was with the same people (and maybe even in the same place). However, we were no longer prisoners. We were scientists working on new, seminal technologies for the whole planet. We were a family of scientists dedicated to an important, far-reaching cause—of improving the lot of our species.

 RP:  In the middle of our work I suddenly was possessed by a new insight. I shouted and gathered my family members around. We went into our laboratory (from outside on the deck of the former ‘prison’ barge. My father sat on a table at the front of the space. We all gathered in front of him. Then I jumped up and sat between his legs, facing away from him. But I was still speaking to him and to the others. He was significantly larger than me (half again as tall), as though I were a child. It seemed natural somehow to sit in his lap, or between his legs. (more…)

What’s this darkness I perceive, though my eyes are opened wide and the light of day yet lingers?
What’s this darkness creeping through, like the herd approaching in thunderous waves?
This dull blurred form, I’m trying to understand, crying to understand.

This dulled blurred form wrapped in the tatters of gullibility. Guiding me to follow, leading me to unbelievable places. To places where truth is just a four-letter word. Guiding me to bend my mind in so many twists and turns. Like a coaster off its rails.

Follow it into the crannies where confusion reigns. It informs my mind, my eyes so blind. It’s here to satisfy my fearful thoughts and direct me in ways I cannot imagine. It is the ruler of misinformed constituents.

Fear me, it says, even as it allays my fears. It is pushing another story, something it wants to share, something skewed away from the reality of life. Something beyond compare, it promises, something beyond compare? I stare at it, beware I stare. For the eyes have spied the lies inside.

© 2018 Stefan Bright

Maybe we are all just doing exactly what we are supposed to do. But, in the struggle to believe that we should dress for success, reach for success and die for the success we succumb to the great lie of our time. Success is in the eye of the beholder. I love the word ‘mediocrity.’ It’s so demeaning. Isn’t there a place in life that’s just this and just that and no need for anything greater? Here’s how I see it.

How do you see a life of mediocrity?

You walk to the edge of life, looking at those masterful minds, monsterful successes, lives hell-bent.
At the edge, you see me and you and those whose lives have shown least for their hellish bending.
What went wrong? That voice resounding, nothing wrong, ever so strong, ever strong. No sad song.

Life metes out the balance on one foot and then the other.
Teetering, almost balanced, teetering, finding balance, You land it, you accept it.
Arms outstretched, eyes closed, we dive into the realm of possibilities and come up with equal chance, equal choice, all possibilities destined for greatness in its own right. Nothing wrong.

Success is to live a life at best, no matter what.
What matters is how we see the life we offer up.
Respect our life, respect our plan, there is no other plan, man.

How do you see a life of mediocrity?

Climbing ladders to the stars, missing moments.
Grabbing, clutching, opportunities whizzing by like meteors far away.
Sadness all around, this lack of understanding.
It’s not what you get, it’s what you get, understand?
Realize who you are and aren’t.
There’s the place to start. Balancing your art.
Your craft is you, your self, your being.
Balancing, rebalancing and bouncing back again.

Societal norms aren’t normal, they’re elusive, inconclusive.
Societal norms are victimizing, sanitizing, ever binding, fault reminding.
Societal norms aren’t normal, they’re berating, self-degrading, thin skin chafing.
That’s not right, not right, you see mediocrity is a spoof. A nowhere land, a goof.

How do you see a life of mediocrity?

Do you see the dream of this land, do you see?
The land of dreams, it’s not.
So if you are here, on earth, in this land, this land where mediocrity is slammed,
Then you are along with the crowd, and the crowd is loud.
If you are here and pleased with your mediocrity, then you are real, and real is the deal.

How do you see a life of mediocrity?
Not seeing it at all, that’s the call.

© 2018 Stefan Bright

 

Graphic for The Minuscule Being(720px)

 

How small we are in this thing of dreams, no Wonder to enthrall,

How minuscule, how thinly masked, that grit that makes us tall.

We tower in our minds alone and revel in our ploys,

We think us greater than all else, and yet we play, as toys.

No deep thoughts linger to move the world, no depth in our perception,

We travel in a mindscape vision, mighty lost in the wrong perfection.

Towards end a light awakens me, the fog of thought now tiring,

How silly, was there all along, just lost in my self ‘miring.

The magic of life is simple and plain, it waits with patient breath,

The magic of life so willing, so game, to love us beyond cosmic death.

 

© 02/04/18 Stefan Bright

 

In my last post, I said we would bring Light to the scene in 2018. Believe or not, there are a myriad of candles blazing brightly out there.

A FaceBook friend (thank you Steve J.) posted this recently and I found this a grand idea and a way to bring harmony into our lives. Imagine putting yourself into a choir, a random choir, singing not just for the fun of it, but as a way to spread that harmonious feeling amongst each other. There are so many possibilities. Not only does singing in a group bring joy into the heart, but it can clear out the cobwebs and make fresh for new ideas.

So, whether you’re great of voice or tone-deaf, try it out. Even in this alone time, sitting here in front of the screen. Turn up the volume or put on the headphones and hum along. I promise you will feel better for it.