Suspended Animation?

Such a difficult state of affairs, to float suspended between dimensions.

The body stays put, while the spirit gets on with detatching from physical moorings, insisting on going it’s own way, heading down pathways that simply do not exist on earth..

…..leaving the rest of me, my merely-human parts, (mind and emotions), caught somewhere in between, crying out “What about US? Where do we go, what do we do now?”, like frightened orphans turned out in the cold..all alone..seeing only the retreating backs of both parents…an unbearable thing, …

…mind/emotion races desperately after spirit, wanting to go with it..stay with it, be with it always….only to get snapped back hard, like a huge rubber band..by the other end still attached to body..

…stunned breathless and scared…for it is clear that the body is not long for this world, (and ..”THEN what will happen, what will happen, WHAT WILL HAPPEN??!! Will “we” just DIE? “)

..so..the cycle begins again..mind/emotion, choosing spirit, pulls so hard to go after it, to catch up with it..stay with it…stretching..stretching..trying to either bring body along, or else break free of it…..be free…until, over and over…SNAP-BOOM!.. flat on back stunned again…

This is very tiring.

Optional Pieces

 

 

To turn, to twist, to move, to push…

The purpose of the Furniture Keeper

is to find another place for it, not wanting to cast out the oddities.

But sometimes, on the spur of the moment, a memory is shaken free

and a gifting situation considered. Offer it to someone

who might have that special niche for it in which to function

and be admired. I try. Still I grieve in the open

and dream of it at night. It is natural to feel dislodged

when one’s embeddedness is hauled away

for positioning into other rooms, other lifetimes.

Just me and my stack of magazines say goodbye.

As I observe this fully occupied hothouse drained of its volume,

I shudder with shock and astonishment.

 

But yes, you may have this piece to love and treasure for your very own. Just this one though, this knock-about, chipped time traveler that crossed so many thresh-holds and miles with me. I can give it and you can take it…

but just this one piece and not a splinter more.

 

whisel* 2008

 

 

I don’t know about you, but I am pretty attached to my things.

Any piece that’s been with me for more than seven years is declared family.

 

How about you? Are you able to purge your collections? Can you let go of your current furniture/pieces to upgrade or redecorate?

 

 

little runt cat

little runt cat,

left to die behind a coke machine

snoozes full grown now, beside me

1500 miles from her intended tomb

having said  “No” to dying before she’d lived

she found her way to me, dragging her

still attached umbilical, found a way

to make me want to save her, found a way

to crawl into my heart, found a way

to make me buy her a ticket on a jet plane

and fly her across country home,

now here she is, todays purpose being

to wait for, to stalk, to kill the monster

under the printers lid,

that disturbs her morning nap

Life. Once it gets a foothold,

it doesn’t want to let go

Two Part

 

FIRST PART

Before monotony declines on my head space,

I quiet the world, lifting the light higher,

putting idea-things in place. No sad can last

as the wheel turns, each daily sun bouncing

a new design off my forehead.

 

Rise up, my pretty notion.

When negative thought-sitting falters,

stretch and reach for the beginning of now.

Most precious essence of energy,

Helper of harmony. Animator of awe.

Rise up in word and vision. I am ready

and waiting where I need to be, for clarity…

under the willing waterfall.

 

 

 

 

SECOND PART

I am the absolute image of leisure,

soft clothes, no shoes, ice water and lemon.

I have a small degree of understanding

that some days lack texture,

shifts of smooth sailing,

meaning I can roll from the bed

into the chaise lounge with a book, a banana

and a box of magazines to rifle through,

without even slightly paying attention

to the odds and ends strewn about the floor

that don’t fit the scheme of my world,

my life or my perception.

They are all there, though, hangers-on….

those certain fragments of undoing,

specimens of puzzles still to solve, still to see.

 

For now, I am at peace with how-things-are,

basking in the rosy glow of liberation,

trusting in the wellness principle of creation

while soft footsteps pace outside my door.

Nothing to fear, only cats demanding

access and routine. Even in my luscious,

luxurious state of floating beyond obligation,

there are these cats bellowing for me

to come home again.

 

Best wishes, Whisel*  2008

 

 

 

Solstice Celebration and Retirement

On Saturday evening I met with a group of like-minded people whom are former members of our “spiritual/metaphysical” group that met regularly from 2001 through 2004. Different ones of us gather together occasionally now and then to enjoy each other’s company.

This particular group are more connected with Earth Centered beliefs and Native American spiritual traditions, sort of their emphasis on things in their spiritual lives. They had a bon fire and drumming and celebration of the Summer Solstice (that actually came in on Friday at 5:59 pm MDST), dancing and singing and toning. There was a meditation for healing of the earth. There was a power animal meditation. There was laughter, good feelings, sharing, catching up on things during the intervening months since we have last been together.

Numbers

So today I finished up my two week grocery list and coded each item by catalogue number. I order my food from a delivery service and every product has a five digit code number. That’s food for two adults and three cats.

Then I thought about the stash of vitamins and supplements I take, realizing I was running low. So I listed them out, checked my inventory, counting out what I needed and placed an online order.

Next I reviewed my packet of stamps, figuring out how many more of what denominations I needed to order to bring my assortment to combined totals of 42 cents each.

I was tempted to balance my checking account, being on a roll of sorts, but I was already dizzy, so I decided to move on to exercises and a more recreational evening. I counted out a moderate amount of leg lifts, stomach crunches and arm twirls. Then I spent a couple hours applying myself to my paint-by-number masterpiece. Go figure!

Do you ever have days that seem to be locked into a particular mode of expression? It seems kinda weird, but that’s a Full Moon for ya

Best wishes, Whisel*

It’s a New World

Lots of things have been occupying my mind (or what’s left of it) these days.

I’ve felt remiss about not contributing more to this site, but my focus has been elsewhere.

I’m sure that it is not only all too well known but perhaps even tiresome for others to see and hear my words as they pertain to the Law of Attraction. But that is the space I am in and focused on these days. I’ve been using and benefiting from the use of law of attraction long before it became popular (yeah, in some places it has become very popular these days. . .The Secret, The Law of Attraction, Creating in the Now). I have used it a lot throughout my life even though I didn’t have or know a name for it or really understand it as I do now.

The past 6 or so months has had me directing my focus to my book. Writing it was the easy part. The refining, re-writing and the paring down has not really been as much sheer joy. And how the law of attraction is used in the process of finding the right publisher has been interesting and rewarding. Who knew there was so much to learn about publishing and how it works and what is and what will be required of me?

Caramel

Almost caramel. That’s what I taste if I close my eyes and savor the melted cheddar cheese with olive oil. Caramel, like the taffy apples I made in high school that would not come off the waxed paper.

Caramel, like the popcorn mix sold downtown at Garrett’s in Chicago with white and cheddar popcorn. Caramel, like trick-or-treat goodies on Halloween. like the smell of the Indiana Beach boardwalk with deep fried, powdered elephant ears, rides for the kids, shooting galleries and prize booths for the older ones, dance halls and beer gardens and fireworks at night. Caramel, that luscious but deadly tooth destroyer, appointments at the dentist office before topical anesthetic or any of the pleasantries of manner or method, in that dental chair tense and trembling, drills of torture, one step lower than wide-awake brain surgery.

But ah, caramel! Formed into chocolate, nutty turtles given at holidays, a token of love or lust. The caramel color of the beach at Lake Michigan and 47^th Street and of the devoted beach goers parading their shades of creamy browns up and down the shore line. Brachs candy, each wrapped separately. Buy it by the pound. Holloway suckers. Milk duds. Soft caramel insides. Hard caramel toffee outside.

My imagination brings up all the savory memories attached to the taste of caramel. Tastes and smells are hypnotic, easily pulling to mind the visuals of past experiences.

Is there a particular smell or taste that reminds you of places and people in your life?

Best wishes, Whisel*

What’s Coming Up Next In Transformative Energy

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Greetings to each of you from the light, within the light and with the light. The light is truth.

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A great event comes to you this week. We reiterate with an explanation and will then elaborate:

It is that you have entered into reconstruction of your reality. The very fabric of which you are created is being rewoven. That which has been the harmonic arrangement which creates harmonic resonance of you and all other things is being rewritten as a symphony of changes.

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