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There is Only Love, Welcome to the New World

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Only by Love, only by Loving
Can you maintain the sense of Love and Peace.
Then emotions and fear will not dominate you
Because you are Love.
When in Love, only Love sits in your heart
And so fear has no place. ~Sri H.W.L. Poonja, Papaji

Gentle remembrance descends upon us as leaves fall from a tree, eventually touching the earth whence they came. We return to knowing the love that is our true nature and the unity of all things. Therein lays ‘salvation’.

“Teach the children love.”

As a number 9, this New Year will be dominated by service for the highest good. Each individual will be called upon to be the best that they can be; to deliver the goods they have developed over much time and bring levels of healing to human consciousness that will lift us beyond the grip of centuries of habitual response patterns.
We will hear the one heart beat from the ocean depths, to the mountain peaks, in the hot desert winds. The cool of stillness will permeate the air we breathe and we will hear only the sound of the waves perpetually caressing the shore before disappearing back into the sea.

Wisdom shall prevail. Wisdom to know thy self in the silence where understanding is based on not knowing and deep love pervades all existence, is tangible, is continuous, is what we undeniably share from breath to breath. ‘Utopia’, the realm of the idealist, rises up and out of the illusion that individuals create to keep the ego company in the world where the need for many things drives the train; always climbing the hill.

2016 is a year to reinvent our language. On January 1, Mercury, planet of communication, the messenger, is at 29 degrees 31 minutes Capricorn. In the last moment of this sign, that is the master of structure that supports humanity, so evolved is the knowledge of this structure that it has begun to dematerialize. The old structure is no longer necessary. Instead it becomes something that embraces all of us in love not judgment. Mercury is trine to the Moon at 0 degrees Libra where the notion of individuality has been transcended. We accept emergence into the sea of peace and perfect balance.

As we reinvent our language we give our selves the opportunity to “reconnect” the receptors that plug us into the unwavering intelligence of the heart. We trust because that is what is most obviously the only thing to do and know that there is no effort required to Be here in love and delight.

Mars at the same time, at 28 degrees Libra, the warrior of love, squares Mercury and generates the energy to honor thy true Self; with sword of light illuminates the path of ease and draws in the power of grace to shake the roots that have shackled us to an experience of suffering here; the spiritual warrior everywhere aggressively promoting love and peace.

Words maintain their power of poetic storytelling and sharing of the experience here but no longer have our entire attention as what delivers truth. A compassionate gaze, loving gesture, a smile or a frown, a back turned against the cold and bleak urban silence speak louder than words.

“Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another,
not words.” ~ Rumi

Words spoken from the heart can not go far astray. The heart with ever beating pulse is the same pulse that beats in every heart and connects us to truth. The truth of being can not be described with words. Words have the potential to confuse and distract and yet this is our primary form of communication. The fewer the words, the simpler the statement, the closer we are to truth. The heart generates not from the past but from this moment to the next.

Words produce, like the spider, silken threads that lead us between periods of silence from this place to that where thoughts can conjure an infinite number of pictures that deceive and distract us from the truth which is without need of explanation. Silken threads that produce an energy imprint that travel through time.

Words, we chew on them as though they were delectable morsels that excite the palette and fill us up when in fact they can leave us perpetually searching and emaciated.

Words accompany us when the silence becomes unbearable and words then, from the mouths of babes and guru elevate us to breathe and ingest stillness.

Seeing delights us beyond words, is without judgment and moves us with ease and grace in the direction of this moment that happens to be, always, what is.

Seeing is the soul stretching its legs, taking ego by the hand and dancing through the night. In the morning it is apparent that under the stars, in the mysterious moonlight a wedding has taken place and at the subsequent banquet there is neither guest nor groom nor bride just a satisfaction uniting moment to moment.

Seeing allows us to wander without agenda touching, smelling, hearing as a human being, upright mammal, lost in the sensuality of an experience and ecstatic to do so. In the next moment there is clarity that such purity is truth, is this, no separation. I am what is sensed, all me/us, one—no separation.

“The observer is the observed.” ~J. Krishnamurti

One heart beat that we all hear and respond to even through the many layers of conditioning. From the deepest well from which we draw sustenance we find an endless source of love. The heart beat soothes us, calls us home and reverberates through time and space. There is awareness that ‘home’ is never not and this one has never not been, and has never not been the most perfect expression of source. With this realization love flows freely, endlessly, always has except that this mind has constructed such tales to obscure truth. And none of it matters because none of it is Real.

Love drifts, soars, meanders and dances in open spaces where flowers, yet to spring forth
will soon add their dazzling colors to a verdant landscape; in darkness to comfort the child in a moment of distress; in cities between the mortar and the meeting and in every nuance of expression that occurs in every interaction there is Love. Have we any reason to doubt our own existence as Love?

If there is a tarot card that guides us in 2016 we may consider the Fool 0. Empty headed, empty handed, except for the white rose of “spirit” and empty he stands at the precipice of not knowing. Love flows and he is willing to be moved by Love, with Love and for Love. He is Love and goes where he is called to go and to ‘do’ what he is called to ‘do’. There is no effort required here and in this we finally rest.

Wishing you the most exceptional 2016 of giving and receiving Love, Being and radiating Light. Namaste ~Anna

New Moon Feb. 28/March 01: Shaking Loose the Dross

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New Moon February 28, 2014 and March 01, 2014 @10 degrees Pisces 39 minutes 11:59 p.m. PST 02:59 a.m. EST

The pale shadow of the Moon in its new phase stirs longings to discover what lies hidden within the dim glow; at this moment the rich truth of my nature.

Rising up from the depths of our hearts, compassion, empathy, kindness, our emotions exhibit the gentle side of human nature. Sensitivity to everything in a way that creates surrender to the bloom that pierces the structure.

New Moon and a new approach to how we want to “Be” here. As we stretch our limbs, rise up out of deep sleep (that has most recently looked like winter) the first thing to notice is how clear is the vision, how empty is the mind. The immediate reaction is perhaps a subtle noticing that something is different. There is no longer a desire to define what it is I see/experience. It is okay to simply Be with that.

A butterfly wanders about, from bush to flower. A mother and child walk together through the hedgerows and a group of teenagers huddle together in conversation. The scene is active and simply what is. Absorbing data and utilizing that to be of service for the highest good or in other words to facilitate whatever needs to happen in any given moment is our calling at this time. Timing will be impeccable and discernment arises from a place of knowing what naturally wants to take place in order to create order from chaos. Intuitive skills are enhanced by the ability to thread the psyche through the warp and weft of human consciousness. The creative impulse shudders with the excitement of expression unfettered and limitless pouring forth, gratefully, from a place of infinite resource. All around the air is humming with the rhythm of human potential.

In every minute occurrence is the suggestion that what I formerly felt was true is a supposition based on the past. Every supposition exists as an obstacle to creating based on an old paradigm that probably no longer serves ‘me’. Letting go of beliefs is loving, embracing what is and tumbling head long into the vast unknown—no fear, no effort required. No longer constantly wanting things to be more, better or different. In the peace I rest.

This New Moon offers respite from the habitual stupefaction that we experience  as a result of acting and reacting to a set pattern of conditioning. We are released from the wheel of time into the truth of Being. The Self is realized as that which is beyond all thought, all definition and what is always. Every word uttered is merely dressing “that” in an attempt to make it visible when there is nothing to be ‘seen’. It is the mind wanting to understand something that it cannot possibly comprehend or apprehend.

In awakening, we cannot then help but have an effect that initiates the same for others. Not that we are preoccupied with such or focused on any particular aspect of nonduality, it just is—drifting, permeating, rising and eventually merging with the absolute are simply words that attempt to clarify something that requires no clarification as we are in every moment ‘there’. Again, no effort is required to be that which I already am.

“It is important to remember: dormant tendencies rise as manifest thoughts. Even gods will tempt you and only Buddha survives. So reject pleasures of Heaven and Earth; what is not Here will never be Freedom.”—Sri H.W.L. Poonja (Papaji)

Freedom lies in the depths of the New Moon’s dim glow and within every cell and molecule, every atom, every quark. Every space between the thoughts is Freedom and that I am. Could not not be “that”.