A Romp Through the Fields

So much of what I see happening right now seems to be explained in terms of fields.

The universe is an undulating field of energy. We know through the Unified Field Theory that we are all connected and that we all affect the field. In fact, our particles are all shared. And every action, every thought, every vibration creates a global ripple as in The Butterfly Field.

We resonate with the field through our hearts. And we navigate the field with our heart in The Resonant Heart Field.

We transform and leap into new consciousness instantaneously in the Quantum Field.

We plant our field, harvest our field, and allow the field to go sallow, all as parts of the divine natural rhythm. In fact, the more in tune with these natural rhythms we are, the more we flow in and out of all states of being without judgment or alarm.

We journey with plant medicine and meet in Strawberry Fields Forever.

There is the Field of Daisies where you run towards your lover in slow motion.

We meet in Rumi’s Field beyond right and wrong and dissolve into God consciousness.

Scientists are studying right now the Electromagnetic Field and know that it is created by a combination of our heart resonance and the combined forces of solar and earth energy.

The field that has captured my attention lately is the Field of Impeccability. I was first introduced to this concept by Merlin, a mystic who lives in Ashland Oregon and who is on the constant search to re-gather the Knights of the Round Table. I say constant because the required level of impeccability seems hard to attain in the human realm.

Impeccability is living on the razor’s edge of divine integrity. And the world could use some impeccable knights and priestesses.

My impeccability seems to always find me sooner or later. In every situation I am in that is not harmonious, if I wait, I will soon see that there is a ripple in the field. Either I am not requiring impeccablility from others, or, shocker, I am not being impeccable.

I see impeccability as a portal. When I choose it, I get a gift every time. It’s like instant feedback that let’s me know I am following my next perfect step. Fortunately, this is not about moral impeccability but harmonious impeccability.

After all, aren’t we all here just remembering our impeccability?

The Great Rewind

So much of my so called “spiritual” journey at this moment in time,

seems to be about winding my way back to:

The authentic self

The natural rhythms of the planets, the seasons, the body

An intimate relationship with nature

Innocence

A pure body

Meditation

Simplicity

Deep hugging

Learning

Being amazed

And always, always,

The moment.

Lightning in a Hug

Glittered, girlfriended and graced with an RV, I attended the Lightning in a Bottle Festival this year, near Los Angeles. Three days of music, yoga, costumes, spiritual speakers, camping (or in my case, glamping), play, community and 11,000 amazing souls, all there for the sheer enjoyment of expressing Self in every way. Last year, this lifestyle and caravan of community gave me festival fever and led me to do some “festival research,” culminating at Burning Man, the Burning Mother of all festivals. So I returned this year to LIB, my favorite, probably because it was my first and such a peak experience.

Day One. Setting up camp, feathers flying, immersing in the swirl of color and “meeting the family,” or strolling about.

Day Two. I just wasn’t feeling it. Embarrassing to admit, but I was just having one of those days. I felt alone (right?), even in a crown of 11,000. This is the anti-thesis of the festival credo because I learned at Burning Man that you create on the outside whatever is happening on the inside, in fact, it gets magnified. But for me, it was just one of those days where I felt like I had a hole in my heart. I have no explanation for it, other than I was just having the human experience of emptiness.

Then I saw the Hug Deli, a booth where you order a hug, all for the price of two compliments to be given to the hugger. Wow, did I need a hug. This was just what the doctor ordered so I ordered a “warm and fuzzy hug” with a side order of back scratching. And it was awesome, in fact, professional level. I looked at the menu and kind of wanted one of each. There was the “long and awkward” hug, the “gangster” hug, the “group” hug, the “creepy uncle” hug, the “I haven’t seen you in a long time” hug, and on and on.

Then it hit me, I really wanted to work here and give out hugs all day. So I asked the man in charge if I could work there and before I could finish the sentence, he handed me an orange apron to make if official. I was now an official “hug ambassador.”

I went to work, like a mother hugger. In my glam yellow coat, I gave myself fully to all those who wanted a hug. It was my “glAmma” moment. The more I gave of myself, the more the hole in my heart got filled. We all know that one of the simplest ways to be fulfilled is to give, but I guess I needed a reminder. And it felt so good.

Every hug I gave intoxicated me more and more. I added “hug cocktail” to the menu which is a long and still hug that you stay in until you melt into something like euphoria. I love hugs. There is something new about hugs for me and I plan to do more research in this area. Instant giving of the heart and instant receiving, what a concept. Heart linking!

I see the heart as the new frontier. It seems to be the guidance system that never fails. This purring battery creates it’s own resonant field that extends far beyond our bodies. Are we now living in the resonant heart field?

Hello heart. Take over.

I Choose Wonder and Not Fear

These are mystical days, don’t let them pass you by. These amazing times are like a front row seat to the most amazing show on Earth, the Grand Finale of Earth.

It is a like a child going to a planetarium for the first time, seeing a pageantry of jeweled stars, being exposed to inconceivable concepts of space and time, getting a momentary glimpse of the profound elegance of it all and finally surrendering to the ecstatic beauty.

But now is the time when the exotic part of the grand finale takes the stage. A procession of creatures speaking ancient languages, healers from past times, noble wizards in wise stillness, dancers with jewels in their eyes, every single being exposing their mythic origins. Tribes re-gathering, artists cracking codes, technological brilliance, new colors, new music, new rainbows, new frequencies. New gifts of telepathy, a whole new range of senses. New interpretations of time as told by the flowering wisdom and collision of all sacred calendars and timekeepers.

Just so much to see and feel and hear and taste and touch and telepath and intuit and know! I choose wonder and not fear in these amazing times.

TEMPLATING

When the Small Decisions Get in the Way

When I tell someone the hardest part of my day is deciding what to wear, I am only half kidding. I have discovered recently that the dozens of small decisions I make everyday are getting more difficult while the big decisions are getting easier.

What to wear. What coffee to order. What music to play. What form of exercise. What kind of yoga. What mantra. What to order at dinner. What style of eating, from raw to non-vegan. What book to read at night. What news to watch. What news to not watch. What phone calls to return. And on and on.

With each of these minor decisions, I can Yelp, Google, find an app, create an app or instantly access multiple tiers of information and choices. I can actually never make a choice and just keep researching.

I seriously started thinking that my brain was going through something that I needed to be concerned about. Then I realized, maybe we have too many options and too much info at all times, and all at an ever-increasing rate of delivery. TONS OF INFO AND CHOICES.

But why is it more intense than ever? It’s because it is now all INSTANTLY AVAILABLE. This gives a whole new urgency to things. I feel like I must respond to texts just because it is a recent and urgent piece of information. Sadly, I may give as much importance to a realtor wanting to know if I own an extension cord as to my mother who needs an account number to settle my father’s will.

In an article in Newsweek magazine called “Brain Freeze,” March 7, 2011, Sharon Begley speaks to this phenomenon and calls it info-paralysis. Scientifically, the brain shuts down with too much overload. We already knew this, but now it is proven that the pre-frontal cortex stops working with too many choices, especially at a rapid and urgent rate.

Texting is a good example of instant response. If our brain thinks it is immediate, it must be more important; another example of reduced decision making from too much overload.

Dr. Joe Marshall, author of “Repeatlessness” submits that this is what 2012 is all about: the dissolving of the pre-frontal cortex, which also controls our sense of time, thus the fulfillment of the “end of time.”

What will decision making be like without the pre-frontal cortex? I really don’t know, but in the mean time, I am TEMPLATING.

What is Templating? It is the creation of sets of pre-made decisions, according to what is happening in your life. For example, right now, I am in the process of healing from a wound and needing to rest and reboot in all areas of my life. What I want to increase is vitality, meditation and a keen sense of where I am going in the big picture.

So what does my template look like?

HIGH VIBE TEMPLATE

Mantra: Meditator, Athlete, Positive Thinker

Mental Activity: Dreaming Big

Music: Classical

Visualizations: Beauty in all things

Diet: Bright color fruits and vegetables plus protein

Clothes: Comfort and yoga clothes

People: The ones who plus others. Caretakers. Smilers.

Drink: Fresh juice and one Americano coffee with steamed soy per day.

Modus Operandi for dealing with cell phone: Call Harvesting. I turn the phone off (yes off). I turn it on at 10am, 2pm and 8pm to “harvest” calls, listen to messages and respond accordingly. Difficult to do at first, but the rewards are tremendous. I can’t always get away with it, but during “High Vibe Template” it is important.

BAM. Many of the constant, urgent, small decisions I make all day long are eliminated, freeing up my mental real estate so I can own it. Fact: At some point, the brain needs to be cut-off from new info to be creative.

I have several other Templates I am test-driving such as:

On the Road

In Training

Crunch Time

Probably the only constant on every list will be the Americano with steamed soy.

Let's Love 3.0 Style

Is there a new version of love floating around? How else can I explain the new facets being reflected all around me like a crystal whose blinding radiance has been super juiced? Omniconditional love must be here. It is the espresso version: more potent, stronger, full-flavored and explosive. Border-crossing and mind-bendingly inclusive.

Are there new states of consciousness as well? Is serendipity no longer an AHA moment but a continual state of living and being?

Is there new sight? Am I seeing the embodiment of those around me?

Are there new senses? Is there a new captivating/melting/merging into beauty and harmonic community? Is there a new flavor of breath-taking gratitude?

Thank you Universe for the free upgrade.

Thank You, Sharon Stone

Thank you, Sharon Stone, for your amazing role in The Muse. It seemed like such a fantasy at the time, but it is kind of my life now. Love you for that.