StickySpirit's posterous

The dominant cultural view of reality is restrictive and needs to be
addressed. Limiting experience to what can be quantified by gross physical
measures denies many of our most beautiful dimensions. Some creative souls
have begun "proving" aspects of being that a lot of us have known for
millenia (see kirlian photography, heartmath institute, and many more!) =
you are more than meets the cultural eye.

Duh, right? Of COURSE you are more than meets the eye. You feel, you have
ideas.. and much much more. But how do you feel when I say that feelings,
ideas, and the many faces of subtle senses -- that those are as REAL as
your anatomy? That your experience is as much subtle as it is
physical. This is where most people's boundaries light up.

Reality. Such a restrictive word sometimes.. I want to soften the edges of
its meaning. Is your anatomy real? How about your chakras? Meridians? What
if we are so much more than we are told we are!? Wouldn't you want to learn
about all that you are? I know I do, and I believe you do too.

I'm not going to try and tell you what you are. But I am going to wave
this little activist sign that says "Occupy your Being." If you want to
find out what you are dearly enough, you will find the way. "When the
student is ready, the right teacher appears."

The more I learn about anatomy, the more I enjoy my experience of having a
human body. It's so beautiful and intelligent! I've been interested in
chakras for over ten years. Gmail spellcheck still underlines chakras
in red, like it's not a recognized word. I'm just getting into
anatomy, so I'm raving about it lately. Wei Qi (protective surface
energy) I have experienced consciously since I can remember, and am
only now learning that it is very recognized in other cultures. These
are just a few systems, and this is just my experience. What is your
experience like? Does it help
to know that there are many aspects of being recognized in other
cultures?

Becoming is a journey. And we are as free to pick up and move out of an
emotion or idea or state of being as we are free to pick up and move to
another town or country. What is truly amazing is that it doesn't matter
where you live on the map.. it matters where you live within
yourself. Because ultimately, we create our reality by what we allow
ourselves to experience. I make a declaration to the Great Listening
Ear: I now allow myself to experience the fullness of my being. We
have gone through the bottleneck of limitation, and are grateful for
its lessons. But now is a time to open to the other side, to
experience with perceptions open. This is an endless sea of
potentiality and wisdom that we are in. Om Gam Ganapataye Namaha

pure light pour

"When you arrive, or emerge, into physical life, not only is your mind not a blank slate, waiting for the scrolls that experience will write upon it, but you are already equipped with a memory bank far surpassing that of any computer. You face your first day upon the planet with skills and abilities already built in, though these may or may not be used; and they are not merely the result of heredity as you think of it.

You may think of your soul or entity --- though only briefly and for the sake of this analogy --- as some conscious and living, divinely inspired computer who programs its own existences and lifetimes. But this computer is so highly endowed with creativity that each of the various personalities it programs spring into consciousness and song, and in turn create realities that may have been undreamed of by the computer itself."  from Seth Speaks by Jane Roberts (and Robert Butts and of course Seth :)  circa 1970.

Reading this just now I was reminded of a shared epiphany as of late. It has to do with modern hospital birth and the active memory it creates in a lot of us. Well, first I should explain active memory since this is a public writing. I learned of it through BodyTalk and I have much more to learn about it both within myself and in balancing with others, but an active memory is an experience with an energetic charge around it that inhibits us from drawing the wisdom from it. They happen when an experience is too intense for us to deal with in the moment and we store it somewhere in our body/mind/spirit/soul complex to be processed later. If left in unconscious storage, they often cause problems. Active memories are kind of a to-do pile, because there is wisdom to be gained in balancing to them -- for all involved.
So, with the perspective active memory has brought I look at modern hospital births and am a bit troubled. Especially with the information on midwifery and even orgasmic births that I've been blessed to know of (and with the emerging memories of being born at home and in other loving environments. but I don't want to trip this ramble out too much. Read Seth for more of that :)  Back to what I want to say, and I'll just go right to it, being born into a florescent-lit square room with strangers in it wearing scary outfits....... this is the kind of thing that can make us forget who we are.

I am remembering who I am, with the help of you reading this. You particular names know who you are ;) and everyone else helps too, just not as particular perhaps. We are remembering who we are. I am a "Star Man," I've always known, in cascading ways through time. The more I come to peace with this truth, the more comfortable I become in this life, the more gathered I become. And yeah, my going feels slow sometimes.. I even feel the need to apologize to some people for not following through with our full potential in some instances. Please accept my apology. Namaste. But I am not hung up in sorrow for even a moment, because outweighing the apologies are the actualities of the near future, bringing redemption to the instances through a healed existence that weaves through here. There we're falling off the edge perhaps so I'll stop. You know, I don't even know what I am saying sometimes. And I certainly know that some of it doesn't hold water under all lights. But, "a wood Buddha cannot pass through fire, a clay Buddha cannot survive a fall, a cob Buddha will not withstand saturation..."  I say these things not to be eternal, but I feel that more of this vibration could be reverberating through us with some great benefits. That, and it's fun to push buttons :)

And I want to say that I LOVE my Momma and I wouldn't have things any different from her. But we must see that we can do better by our fellow blessed visitors than to make things more frightening and foreign than they need to be. There really are other ways. Hospitals serve a very real purpose. But in the dominant fragmented healthcare system, hospitals are reverted to in excess.
And that's a pretty shallow place to leave this post.
I think on the post I'll hang a pretty sign that says something like "let's help birth this new humanity"
Love
Luke

surrounded by silence

Graphomania - an obsessive impulse to write.
Riding along in a pleasantly packed pickup one day, we got on the subject of hoarding. I guess there is a TV show about people that collect things to crazy extremes. I haven't seen it, but one time I stayed in a hotel in Hill City, SD where the owner of the hotel had the biggest collection of beanie babies on the planet. I think it was beanie babies. Some shit like that. Well, she was in Ripley's believe it or not and some other magazines and so on. She was insistent on taking us up to see her collection, even though we showed no interest and clearly went only to appease her enthusiasm. She opened the door and there it was-- beanie babies effervescing from every surface in the deluxe hotel room like coral on solid matter.. a velour bouganvilla profusion that a woman and her little dog called home. They slept amongst beanie babies like fairies among flowers. Extreme, eh? Well, the truckride conversation was about "everyone hoards something, so what do you hoard?" I looked at my life and realized that I hoard my own writings. I add to the collection daily, and I'm ever looking to add to it. The beanie lady wakes up nuzzled in her collection and it must give her something. It may be the expression of an inner longing.. it may be that she sees monetary value in them with all their tags still on.. I don't know what it is, but it's fun to postulate. Cause then I can look at my collection of journals and such with the same lens, only qualitatively different. I'll lie down and breathe on that once my daily graphomania has subsided. But what do you think it is? And what do you hoard?
I journal, compose poetry, write letters and emails, and more. I recently started blogging as well. And I find it to be quite different. As intended audience has a formative power on the relation of insight, public writing has been strange for me at times. With my journal, I know myself.. I know what I'm talking about :)  In poetry, it's all fidelity to a feeling. It may take years, it may come at once.. but it's already composed in a way, I just have to keep it as it is, to the best of my ability, so that the form within may be realized. Then with loved ones there is a thread that I may draw from, an assumption that they know me. But with blahblahblogging, the audience is.. well, anyone with internet I guess--bored 40-somethings just cruisin the 'net, friends of friends on facebook, your mom, aliens, the future.. jeez! 
Some things that I blog just feel good.. they resonate within me and in my innerspace projection of y'all as well. Then some things I write then I look at them the next day and wonder how I was trippin so hard to make public such an idea-mess. Type type erase and mend, amend, amen. Something like that. But this page says it has more than 10,000 hits, with only 3 individuals showing subscription or comment. So who is this silent mass? I mean who are YOU? This page sometimes feels like a black hole microphone for the mind. Which is not a bad thing, it's just curious. In my teens, before the internet became a life of its own, I would spend this time with pen and paper. In that time, faces appeared in the margins of my notebooks; simple stoic faces with huge ears, and the definition to the ears were big question marks. The dot on the bottom looked like a little piercing. I would draw these dudes and look at their straightline eyes.. And considering their perception helped me to grow.
More than a decade later there is a real silent audience to this wordsplay. And yet, those 2D question creatures feel just as real as you do. So, Bigears, what'll it be? More silence mmkay. The mode has changed, the audience perhaps the same. The motive remains the same~ that some day I'll cross out all my words and write *Love*  Until then, I'll approach it from where I be. 

P.S. All I ask for these words is that, if we meet and I am not glowing, you help me remember to glow. That's all this is. Oh and if you are an alien, please come and at least say hi. I'm really curious about you. I'll show you mine if you show me yours :)
Love
Luke

 

Behave like the clouds. They have no scared or proud thoughts of becoming.

I feel a bit differently now. In my last post, I spoke of the legal battle of pulling out the rug from under the global usurpers. Since then I have received unseen visions and emotions that have led me to a very different path.. Where I used to seek remedy within "the Matrix," I am starting to acknowledge the end-all power of living from beyond. Consequently, I have started preparing to leave this path I've been walking since I first decided to make my own decisions on the whearabouts and whatsabouts of my life. When I first decided my path was mine, I graduated high school early and left South Dakota for the big mountains. 11 years later, I am graduating this winter early to leave the big mountains for South Dakota. I go towards home, towards unyielding visions of family and the strength of a localized, sustainable lifestyle. As I said, I feel a bit differently now. It seems evolution has become conscious. It seems the global financial prison is coming down no matter what we do. It seems, as always, that focus determines reality. The focus I choose is one that has been handed gracefully through generations, and at the right speed. Our ancestors are speaking, and so is the future. Our planet is changing in every way, at a faster rate than science can keep us informed of. We must go with the change. We must realize who we are. We must evolve.

We are all tied together. In an article by Niel Goldsmith, he likens nature of reality to the example of mushrooms: "Mycelium is the true organism, growing underneath the surface; the mushrooms that spring up are simply the individual fruiting bodies of that larger, unseen underground network." Life is an organism. When we acknowledge our faces as 3 dimensional manifestations of a much greater field, we free our consideration to dip below and then resurface to fruit. Ah, the gift of perspective..
We are all feeling immense energetic changes, whether we admit it or not. Call me loony, but here I am waving the flag of "The world is not what you think it is." Nascent wisdom has told me all along that this false world is coming down, and that's why I haven't fully succumbed to the cultural expectations that have enslaved so many. Call me an asshole for talking us right into taboo, but I will not apologize. My family calls me floats-on-clouds. And here I share visions in the hope that we nourish the mycelium before the fruit. There's a massive storm coming, and I don't think a lot of fruit will survive it. See you on the flipside.

"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed." Carl Jung

..carrying luggage into a room, a little boy is looking at me seeing that I live in his favorite place and am strong enough to carry his whole family's gear. he wants to be like this when he's big. laughing while handing me a tip, his parents energy seems to say "that's cute, but you don't want to be a servant. you want to make a lot of money so you can have people like this serve YOU."  but I think he can feel that I feel free and happy, in a way he either hasn't seen, or has seen glimpses of and wants more. we share a subtle heart smile as I accept a tip and pull my doorstop.

walking down the hallway I literally feel the buzz from the exchange of energy. God's peace, little one.

2012

What if all of us "believe" that 2012 brings unforseen changes, and we use this as an *opportunity* ~ one year to arrange our private affairs, open our hearts and minds, and truly become who we are. If we all do that, and no pole shift or space ships etc happens, we will still succeed in making the best reality we have ever experienced.

That little voice in your head is actually your heart reminding you to become Love. Remember? The thing that feels most right. Let's take out the middle man.

grind and flow

so I just got done with an 11 day work week. each day I would come home exhausted, eat some food, and spend some quality time with myself in my room and sleep as much as possible. but today! today is my Friday. I got off work and rode home to find my roomies getting ready for a bike ride. perfect timing :) I changed real quick then within 3 miles of our house we reached the trailhead and proceeded to climb up up up above the lake on a steep single track with banked corners, a stream crossing, and a climb section called "the wall." intent breathing carried us through views of distant shining mountain silhouettes, limey lichen trees, and endearing granite boulders. in my excitement, I sped ahead of the roomies and up top I met a cool couple that knew the area well and filled in some of my gaps in geographic gumption. the guy looked at me and was like "you work at Squaw Creek?" I still had my work shirt on :)  it felt neat to look down from atop a golden shining forest peak to where I had just worked so hard all day the past four days. thanks for all the fish. ha.. said goodbye to the happy couple and rode back just a bit to the view of Tahoe that made me talk to myself when I was there. as soon as I arrived, Andy and Amber Jean came grinding up the trail! they weren't going to come this far, but they made it! slapped a high five to new heights, snapped a few pictures of happy roommates, then WRIPPED down!! this downhill is some of the most fun I have ever had. I was so stoked that my face was watering. I had very light snot flowing out my nostril-- not from allergens or cold, but from face-melt. I've felt that snowboarding before too and I realized that's probably why Sean White wears a bandana over his face. total immersion in the moving moment gives me melty face. ha.. yeah, and the flow of this trail is soooooo gooood. you don't have to ride the brakes.. everything works out :) man. stoked. the end of the hauling downhill ends up right at the road and when we got there I was still yelling for joy. there was a construction crew working on the highway and I saw one girl smile really big at us. Andy, Amber Jean, and I slapped high fives and rolled away, spirits raised.

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inner fight meets inner peace in the arena of dreams

Lastnight I dreamed of the scariest monster murder man.. he was destroying everything and especially bent on us. we ran and ran through the city. through effort, we fast forward ditched him. then a guy got in a car and gave me a snobby look. with what we had recently been through, I wasn't havin it. so I went up to his window and straight up mock faced him. he gave me an "I'll fight you look" and I mirrored it back cause I ain't afraid. He drove around the block and this cool cat walking down the street told me the murder machine would manifest in that man. he was right and this thing was even scarier. think predator meets demon meets terminator. so we ran into a building. everyone was scattering and we kept climbing. I took a cutty route to the very top and got a huge machine gun. after demonfucker dispatched everyone, he came up intent on destroying me. and the trigger didn't work on the machine gun. lucidity set in and the trigger worked, but after a few rounds I realized that I didn't want to shoot him. I felt true power well up within me.. Love. I remember total confidence in my state of presence. and I remember the effect it had on him. his murderous rage gave way to his inner self, which was just a young man displeased with his lot in life. just a regular dude with blond hair and some acne. then his sick scary mentor came up and tried to fuck with me but there was no fight within me to attack. he had nothin. after that we were just upstairs and bored. 

moral of the story? truly, it's the power of the presence of Love. but also there's this: In the end, everything will be laid down. If we have been engaged in power games, what we will be left with is boring. But if we live with creative love... we can be left with *quality*
Take Care

floaty grounded

Back in the West after wonderful time spent in two of my truest homes, Spearfish and Sioux Falls. Came to Colorado with some of my best friends to raft and camp and cheese. Check and check and check. Great times. 
I had previously booked a ticket from Denver to Phoenix to get my van after the float, but as soon as Scotty and I hit the Western Slope of the Rockies, I felt like I was going the right direction and I didn't need to backtrack. I asked his opinion and we both looked at the one of a kind sunset that was happening and he said "I like West." I feel that. So he dropped me at Danielle and Curt Love's place. Grand Junction, CO.. a green burst in the Mojave sustained by the Colorado river and surrounded by smooth rock walls, impressive mesas, and high alpine forests. Written in the rock are geologic stories that stand rich and naked in the brutal middays, the color-drenched sunsets, and the starbright nights. This is an environment that will scorch your whole being if you aren't careful. But it's also a place where wisdom is naturally broadcast. It's all about finding the niches that allow you to be comfortable. Thanks to Curt and Danielle and their great friends, I'm comfortable :)
I've been blessed to mingle with some bright and quickly kindred souls here that are giving this place a human dimension that is not only worthy of existance, but perhaps the type of community that the universe actually smiles upon in subtle but oh so important ways. Add here to a place I can envision building a happy life. What a wonderful world.
Of all possibilities here and abroad, Tahoe beckons me the strongest in the way of a sustainable lifestyle. Today I bought a ticket to go get my van in Phoenix and drive it with all my stuff across the desert and back to the deep blue. I just talked with my roommate and he offered me supplemental work at his kayak shop while I aquire shifts back at the resort where I fully enjoyed working this winter. So, work and bicycles and friends and floats and kung fu and more.. these are things I trade for the complete freedom I'm currently enjoying. It's a good trade I think. I hope. I guess when I break it all the way down, I'm ready to settle down. And Tahoe is a place I can be happy to call home in all seasons. So here goes nuthin'

Universe, smile. You must find the happiness within yourself.
Sincerely,
Luke