Thank you for being here

[dd41]

Forgiveness. I hear you. Beautifully said.

The wonderful thing about an organized retreat is that it allows us to focus. Intentional, mindful, behavior. Chosen time and space to seek peace. An important activity.

I’ve had so much time to study forgiveness. My husband asked me for forgiveness recently — changing the language, it can make better sense. What if you change the word forgiveness to attachment? He asks me for forgiveness but it is HE that is attached to certain events. His perceived mistakes. If we don’t let go, we might reenact the crime just to figure it out.

I rebounded long ago, changing self, changing mind, changing habits, changing houses. In the new house of 3 years now, I have been creating a retreat… with pathways and waterfalls, wildflowers, birds, trees. I light my copal and candles in the early dark morning hours and give thanks for another day to fumble may way through the maze. In lak etch. I am just like you. All of you. Same heart. Same sky.

Peace and love to the Wandering Nation

[Lightfoot]

Very nice of you to give me a treasure hunt, hidden among a polarising, and gentle manifestation from your mind, that reflects coexistance, healing and tranquility.
I love nature too! Very much so. I heal myself with natural surroundings, with nature’s cause. Rivers, streams, climbing mountains and fresh air and the like.

I am grateful for this new discovery, In Lak etch.
What is the poem in Lak Ech about?

Me amo y me respeto yo. I love and respect myself. The above Mayan-inspired poem In Lak’ech speaks to the connection that exists between humans: If I do harm you, I do harm to myself; If I love and respect you, I love and respect myself.

Giving thanks each day is a powerful remedy to the soul.
Just as eating vegetables is a powerful remedy for the body.
That just leaves mind…what would be harmony making, for the mind?
Prayer and meditation, I look forward to, to sing for earth.

However, I am soul searching for rituals, for holding a sanctified space within me, a ‘proper procedure’ if you prefer, for my journey inward. I am new in this lifetime to having the self discipline to actually do meditation, and prayer, and yet it closely resonates to explore this new territory and find practical ways to further investigate it. Perhaps you could share with me, your steering wheel, your conscious self’s method of preparation, for meditation? I am a baby, waking up it seems, for nourishment…make the soul fatter, with procedure.
To aid in my quest, I have joined the Rosicrucian Order, and look forward to their practical steps. They are a familiar family, to one of my incarnations, and I know that they have some recommended procedure that will be water for my thirsty spirit. Eat vegetables is probably also theirs too. Even though I have not the time yet to manifest a celebration rhyme for each of carrot, celery, cabbage and rutabaga in this vase of the law of One forum, it will appear in writing after the Rosicrucian training is underway in my own personal experience. Training in the rituals they teach will enhance my inward journey.

Sorry, I must have been an adept at some time long ago, but this time have some important gyrations to do, but sadly I have forgotten how to dance.

It would be self aggrandizing to continue the extraction of solar realm poetry at this point. In terms the reader would really relate to, I have been treating my inner self harmony like an whore, and not like the maiden she would prefer. I think that is in the Ra material somewhere. I am open to solitude, to repair any minor infringements upon YOUR STORY I may have unwittingly made so.

[dd41]

In’la’ketch. “You are my other me.”

My mind often pokes fun of itself for trying to be pious, rule abiding, and programmatic. In the teachings of the Cholq’ij, words have vibrations….thoughts have vibrations in time and space,

Then, perhaps I should shut up. Be still. Pet the rose petals with my fingers, love a kitten with my blinking eyes, because if not, I might step on the ladybug with my criticism and hex a butterfly with my anger.

Maybe, It’s all energy. So simple. Nothing to analyze in paradise just revel in the green, blue, bright starlight shine of the night skies you helped me create! Thank you. I thank you.

My ritual, like yours, is a cornucopia of thankyous and vegetables. Okay, okay, just for fun I throw in a little bit of chocolate and rose petals. Sometimes, I hum in the shower with my eyes closed or stare at Venus at night and whisper “Helloooooooooooooo…. In lak’etch.”

Celebration is rich. My body, my astronaut suit, serves me well. My senses: I gladly hear music, my legs can dance to drums that overpower me, honey in my tea makes me sigh. The sparrow’s song softens my mood. Ritual is the body’s wordless way of saying thank you.

For me, mostly, it is beyond words.

And still,

Human suffering concerns me.

To help my other me(s)

The perpetual task is to stay in Love.

No matter what.

For us.

You.

[flofrog]