As above, so below (yes, yes, and yes... )

A "friend" said that to me once; "yes, yes, and yes." It was an answer to my two questions: "do you want to meet at such and such time, and discuss such and such topic?" I didn't get at the time that I was being flirted with. I did about six months later, vastly too late. Now I'm flirting with the world.

I try not to miss great opportunities as much these days, and part of my strategy for doing so is to say yes... to everything.

At the same time, another, different kind of friend, said to me a few years back, (he was an Albertan and I'm a Maritmer (sad, I know)) "stow your oars and hoist your sails."

All we have to do is stop resisting, and 'let' it happen.

I drew a little picture of an owl in my journal the other day, and wrote next to it, from a crowded house song that was going through my head - "everytime you call - I fall at your feet."

The world is like an owl, a Hunter - coming to kill us and our ideas of ourselves, a night-dweller bringing us dreams we didn't know about, like in Mary Oliver's poem, if we can just let ourselves go, say yes to its deliverance. Every time, lately, that life has called, I have let my previous notions of where I was going, and what I was doing, fall at its feet, by saying yes. Yes, owl. And yes again.

I think we're often afraid of it because it means no to something else, and we're clinging to that something else. We're clinging to our oars. It gives us a sense of control. Lay back and relax, have a margarita, let life give you it's gifts...

Say Yes to the light...

Coming down out of the freezing sky
with its depths of light,
like an angel, or a Buddha with wings,
it was beautiful, and accurate,
striking the snow and whatever was there
with a force that left the imprint
of the tips of its wings — five feet apart —
 

so I thought:
maybe death isn't darkness, after all,
but so much light wrapping itself around us —

Power, Love, and Enlightenment...

...three things that flow to you naturally, if you just let them.

I had intended the title to be "Power, Happiness and Enlightenment." It just came out this way. And so I'll leave it.

Happiness. I remember first reading the concept in Guy Finlay's book The Secret of Letting Go - that nothing can make you happy, that happiness rises up within you like a spring, constant and sure, unless we block its flow. And if we want to be happy - just stop blocking it. It's true - happiness is native to us.

Enlightenment, I read last night in the Eye of the I, is also - native to us. As soon as I read the words I felt it to be true, and saw the recurrence of the last idea. It is natural to us to see and be the inner light of everything, to be in a state of rapture and unbarriered connection with the Universe. Unless we choose to block it.

I started writing a book on personal power last year, maybe it's time to finish it. The sky is falling as I write this, and the sun is peeking through the hardest hail storm I've seen in years. POWER. And Love.

... I just can't stop writing about natural phenomena, and how they line up with life. As I started writing this entry the storm started, pounding hail, so loud - really demonstrating the power of nature, it's drumming on the roof and everywhere egged me on to write quickly, then it tapered and the Sun came out. I went outside and stood, started chatting with a neighbour and her daughter, and we looked for the rainbow, and - there it was. Of course. Hail, Sun and Rainbow.

Power, Love, and Enlightenment.

And the whole point of my blog started out as - those three things are natural  phenomena in us - they flow and accumulate naturally.

One of the points of my book, which that moment in the Eye of the I reminded me of, is that personal power accumulates naturally, as long as we let it. One of the reasons I started this entry too, is that I've recently stopped a few of my behaviour patterns which had been blocking its flow, and its amazing how much life has changed in the last few weeks.

But I hadn't thought of Enlightenment in this way; that we don't need to 'do' anything, but just let it be, we don't need to turn a light on - just stop covering our eyes.

And I see now that my misprint in the title of this entry is a potent lesson from Me and a hailstorm - to me. It is that Love, too, accumulates naturally: just stop fighting it.

I drafted this entry on paper, which I never do, at work, which I also never do. It just had to happen right then, for some reason. I've pretty much put it down as it came out.

May I stop covering my eyes, and protecting my heart, and blocking my power.
Hail storm, hear my prayer!

Vancouver I - the forest of whispering speakers (1915)

I could see them all around, up on the floors overlooking the open area where I was being called to the bar. Two provinces down! Or maybe I could just see them in my mind's eye, or maybe out of the corner of my eye because my blood-sugar was low and I'm just funny that way..

As the oath was read out I could see old Slim standing there, arms folded on his chest, soft eyes, with hardness underneath. Or the other way around..
My grandfather. There were others too, 'oh yes - there were others, there were Admirals".. sorry, JFK quoting.
But there were others, in these magical times. Who speaks to you in your greatest moments? Christ, the Buddha, Lao Tse? Archangel Micheal, with the flaming sword, in the east of Eden? Your 'guardian angel', your Dad?

My grandfather was known as the 'Enforcer of Herring Cove.' He used to beat up creeps and hells-angel-types. Tough act to follow.
But in coming out here I have followed in his footsteps, for in 1924, as I think I've mentioned before, he was here, living on the streets of Vancouver. After going to war in 1915, at 15 years old, and coming back in 1918, he went out west - for years. He worked the railroad, and was a take-all-comers-bare-knuckle-boxer, and we, or at least I, don't know much about what else he did in those years. Did he love someone? Did he lose any fights? Did he wish he'd stayed? But we do know, from a post-card, that in 1924 he was hanging around the streets of this city. I don't blame him.

How do you take a child soldier and put them back in society? He knew better - he needed years, I'm sure, to blow off steam, and just stare off into space as much as he felt like. Who knows, hell, maybe also like me - he just liked (likes) to wander around. It is really nice, if that's your thing.

The Forest was whispering ( and he was just standing, smiling), "go - get your passion out, live, breath, die, fight, love, if you want to be part of things - this is the path for you" they, the dead, the angels, were saying also, and this is for everyone - "if you want to be on the side of light, it's 1915 (or 39), you are needed now."

I'll pass the rest of the message on for them: make people laugh or feel loved, teach, speak out for truth, justice, freedom, equality, do it from Love, bring light to this world in whatever way you have within you - this is your chance, this is your time. You are needed now.

In love,
EK