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The Language of Being the Natural YOU – Richard’s Commentary

August 29, 2013 Leave a comment

In Rosemary’s article this week she channels The Divine Feminine who quote a favorite line of the followers of The Law of Attraction and their key premise: “Energy flows where attention goes.” Then Rosemary explains that attention is thought and thought is governed by language. Therefore to be who we came here to be, we need to use the language we came here to use to think natural thoughts, to express ourselves using natural language, to adhere to natural beliefs in order to manifest our natural selves.

I like this word natural very much. There are many associations I have with this word, like nature, native, indigenous. One of my teachers, Martín Prechtel, claims that one of our main goals is to become a natural human being: one who belongs where they were, fits their environment, lives a natural life. He also teaches that a good way to begin to understand how to live a natural life is to learn an indigenous language, especially one that does not use the verb form “to be.”

And this brings me full circle to my posts last week about the concept of time and how natural people typically have a very different relationship with time than “western people” with their heavy reliance on the Indo-European language use of the to-be verb form.

So, what is this natural language Rosemary urges us to adopt in order to get in touch with the inner light that we are? Do we all have to learn an indigenous language that does not rely on “to be”? Or is there an easier way?

When I ask myself questions like this I find myself almost naturally going inside to seek answers. And when I go there long enough answers usually come bubbling up.

Of course when I do this I am following Rosemary’s advice explicitly! She says: “The Natural You is the being at your core, that center of Light that can brighten the world for others. Put your attention here. Focus on your BEING, not what you are DOING.”

But notice she is using the to-be verb forms here in this very suggestion! An interesting irony. Nevertheless her point is clear. And what I conclude is this naturallanguage is the language of being. We speak this language when we meditate, when we go inside. We use this language not so much to express thoughts as to let thoughts go. We use this language when we touch our true nature, that light-being at our core. We use this language when we speak to God, or whatever expression for the Eternal appeals. We use this language when we speak from the heart. Poets use this language when they are at their best.

This natural language is easy enough to learn. But it is very difficult to perfect. It takes a lifetime of practice to get it right. We can all speak it as natives. But few become fluent. The world would be an awesome place; it would be “Heaven on Earth” if we all strove to perfect our use of our natural language!

And, yes, this is a belief I hold. I express this belief in an Indo-European language using the to-be form here: “would be.” My natural language is not a written language. It is difficult to find written examples except in rare instances of near perfect poems and certain stories of the heart. I have heard some of those stories, translations of stories from natural people, like stories Martín Prechtel tells.

Do you speak a natural language? How do you get in touch with your inner light? How do you express your beliefs that guide you through this world? This is your natural language.

MONDAY’S POEM: Time

August 5, 2013 1 comment

We spent the entire weekend moving; moving, no matter how far or how much is always a bit surreal. It’s difficult to know when you are finished; there seems no end to the stuff that has to be loaded, moved and unloaded. And time is like that during a move as well. It seems to drag on forever, and then it’s day’s end before you have moved the last box!

I wrote this a few months ago, but it seems to apply to our moving weekend quite well!

Time

Robert Bly says:
“It’s already too late”
In his Midwestern, Norwegian
Accent I know so well.

But is this true?
Are we out of time?
I would rather be in time,
Wouldn’t you?

Time is a slippery notion.
It slips right by when we are not in it.
How often do we kill time?
We spend it, waste it as if it were coinage.

Time is only an attitude.
We are either in it or out of it.
As we spiral through life
I want to live it, not be too late!

©2013 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.

MONDAY’S POEM: Devotion

July 29, 2013 1 comment

Last week I wrote about our experience with Sri Karunamayi, Amma, and the Guru Purnima celebration we participated in during the July Full Moon, July 21. Her charge for the coming months is offered in her 2013 Guru Purnima message. She urges us to Bhakti, or true devotion to our Guru and the Truth. She suggests that rather than ask our Guru for favors, boons and blessings, we are to offer our Guru bhakti and seek our own Truth within, to seek the Self. With this energy in my heart I wrote the following:

Devotion

In India it is Bhakti,
Another word for worship.
What is this Heart-swell,
This sense of surrender?

Amma calls all to Bhakti!
The Holy Mother awaits response.
Hearts open out to Her,
Compel feet a step closer.

Her Lotus Feet walk a thousand.
Her surrender is complete.
What is one more step for now and
One more lesson to be learned?

There is no there to step beyond.
The path leads all within.
There is no outer self to worship.
Devotion to the Self is All.

©2013 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.

PS:  You can watch Amma deliver her Guru Purnima message for 2013 here!

MONDAY’S POEM: Heart-Mind

July 8, 2013 2 comments

On June 13 Rosemary held a Conversation with The Other Side. I have the honor of attending most of these conversations and the privilege of receiving one or more messages whenever I am present. The June Conversation was no different; and the messages were powerful! One message was from a poet of the future. This poet, a muse for me, suggested I write “poetry of the heart.” And he said he would guide me in this effort.

As you can imagine, I usually work to follow this “other worldly” guidance I receive. Today’s poem is one such effort, from the heart! And if you want to hear my messages from The Other Side they are posted on Rosemary’s Website: Click Here to View

Heart-Mind

Open your center, this vital
New Mind.
It is in your chest,
Between heart and throat.

Speak from here.
Write from here.
Be right from here.
Here is where you must dwell!

Heart-Mind:
Brain cells, neural nets
In the heart
Connecting thought and Love.

This is the future:
Think in your heart,
Love in your mind;
Dwell in the present.

And lose yourself in All Time!
Find your Self now…

©2013 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.

PS: Rosemary’s next Conversation with The Other Side is scheduled for this Saturday, July 13. It promises to be another great evening. For a sample of the depth and detail of the messages you can expect to hear, she has posted some samples on her website: Sample Messages. Go to the link to hear and see how this works and how you can benefit with messages from The Other Side! Attendance is easy from any where in the world! Get the details here

A FRIDAY POEM FOR THIS 4TH OF JULY WEEKEND: Love and Freedom

July 5, 2013 Leave a comment

I normally post poems on Mondays. But this is a special Friday following our celebration of the 4th yesterday. And my somewhat dark and challenging post here on the 4th needs a bit of light for the end of the week. So,  I am posting a poem to celebrate our freedom; it’s my opportunity to “speak” to recent events and certain rulings by the Supreme Court!

So, take this opportunity to enjoy your freedom and “love the one you’re with!”

Love and Freedom

Freedom to Love is everything.
When we love we are free.
When we are free we can love.
Choice is everything.

Love is not always a choice.
Some are not free to choose.
Freedom is a matter of mind.
Love is a matter of heart.

Others believe they control minds.
There is no control of hearts.
When we are free in our hearts
No one controls Love in our minds.

©2013 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.

MONDAY’S POEM: Awareness and Action

July 1, 2013 Leave a comment

Last Friday I posted a musing on the subject of “awareness.” I’ve been practicing all weekend; have you? It’s not an easy thing. We are bombarded with so much information that it is difficult to be “fully aware” at all times. But how else are we to be positioned for “right action” if we are not fully aware? My poem today is about that:

Awareness and Action

A million bits of information
Streaming from a thousand sources.
Are you aware of seven or nine?
Your unconscious mind
Absorbs it all!

Awareness is a nebulous thing:
Seven, nine, ten-thousand things
Add to consciousness moment
To moment even as we sleep.
Absorb it all?

Nan-in asks Tenno: “Umbrella to clogs,
Left or right?” Ten-thousand bits
Lost in unconsciousness. Ten more
Years of Awareness practice;
Absorb it all!

Practice in Action. It is all
Practice! For what you ask:
How will you ever know
Bliss if you don’t
Absorb it All?

©2013 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.

MONDAY’S POEM: Hello Grandpa

June 24, 2013 Leave a comment

Last Monday I posted my poem “The Journey” about a trip I often take. On that trip I almost always see my grandfather’s skull. Sometimes we talk. This is one conversation:

Hello Grandpa

I see him on the sandy
Floor of the cave I visit.
He is nothing but bones now,
Just a skull, really,
Grinning there, guarding.

“Hello, Grandpa. I love you.
And, thanks for being here.”
He laughs through that grinning
Maw, hollow eyes alight with fire.
I can almost hear his whisper:

“No place to go! I am everywhere.
Good to see you too!” Eyes flare.
“You are grandpa too!
How’s that going?
Are you getting the hang of it?”

I stumble and look back.
These are no idle questions.
“It could be better. You are a
Perfect model. It starts with
Loving me as you loved me!”

©2013 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.

Butterfly Maiden

June 3, 2013 Leave a comment

When I was a kid growing up in Wisconsin we used to plant corn when the oak leaves were as big as squirrel ears. I loved this way of letting nature guide the farming cycles. Nature knows more about how to grow things than we will ever know with all our weather predicting technology and modern methods. This reminds me that we are patiently waiting for the first delivery of spring harvest from our Community Supported Agriculture (CSA) farm here in Maryland. But with the cool, wet spring things are late and we are probably still a couple of weeks away from first delivery. For a farmer from Wisconsin there should be no surprise here!

I wrote this thinking about corn planting and growing – the old-fashioned way! And I hope Butterfly Maiden is watching over our CSA vegetables!

Butterfly Maiden

The corn is planted;
The spring rains have come.
The holy ground is rich;
The loam warms the seed.

Soon there will be a splitting;
Soon the full moon will shine.
Soon the earth will feed that seed;
Soon the sprout will reach for sun.

Moon watches through the night;
Moon wanes through a fortnight.
Moon withers toward rising sun;
Moon winks out as the sprout sees dawn.

Butterfly Maiden sheds her cocoon;
Butterfly Maiden warms in the sun.
Butterfly Maiden grins at the grinning moon;
Butterfly Maiden guards growing corn.

©2013 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.

PS: Qigong starts this evening, Monday, June 3 at 7:00 pm. If you are in the area of Annapolis/Severna Park please join me: Details here.

MONDAY’S POEM: Shadows

May 27, 2013 Leave a comment

I wrote this in anticipation of the Full Moon/Lunar Eclipse we experienced early Saturday morning here on the East Coast. Unfortunately it was cloudy here and we didn’t “see” the eclipse, but all other senses were engaged as the earth’s shadow shrouded the Moon in a dark veil. Did you feel it?

I love the Moon; I have since I was a kid and would watch the moon follow our car as my Dad drove along the country roads of Wisconsin. I’ve been fortunate to see many eclipses; so, while I did not see this Sagittarius Moon eclipse with my normal eyes, I certainly know what it “looked” like!

Shadows

They loom large
Cast by the rising Moon
Full up in the East.

What’s this? Shadows
Dim as the light fades
Swallowed up too soon.

Gone but for a blood
Red rim and rusty face,
Smoke and a faint glow.

But, wait; there’s more:
A grin begins to crack
The dusty rim.

Shadows brighten
And recede walking
Toward the rising Moon.

Alone, the path lies
Dark with shadows
Cast by the rising Moon.

©2013 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.

Monday’s Poem: Not for Me

May 20, 2013 Leave a comment

I’ve been writing recently about my “Floating Heads” who spoke to me through Rosemary last December. This was during one of her Conversations with The Other Side. I am recalling that December event in anticipation of the Conversation Rosemary has scheduled for tonight, Monday, May 20 at 7:00 PM Eastern time. (See below for details how you can join.) And also see the posts about that December Conversation here if you are at all interested in how a Medium, like Rosemary works: December Post

I wrote this poem back in February remembering what my “Floating Heads” had to say to me:

Not for Me

Not for me but them
They say.
But why, what meaning then
Can pay
For all the errors of this
Poor way?

Just keep doing, write on
They say.
It makes no matter when
We pay.
All errors are erased along
The way.

Erased? But how I wonder now.
No pay?
Can this be true? I wonder how.
They say
it can be so: the forgiving Tao’s
The Way.

©2013 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.

PS: There is still time and some space available for tonight’s Conversation. It is held online using either video conferencing or phone. Learn more here

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