Beloved Of Rama Manasseh' Heart II

Never forgetting the source of her inner beauty

She walks the earth plane in sublime wonder.

Sometimes she sees herself as insignificant

When the waves of crudity come crashing at her feet.

Her heart is so tender and shy as a child’s

She hides her persona behind her Mother’s invisible sari.

The Mother of Grace would like to

Train her how to stand firm on her own.

Processing her tender feelings

The Divine gives her lessons with loving Seva

She cries and buries her beatific head

In her Divine Ma Mom’s sari as her head pounds

Amma gently lifts her chin to her sweet glazed

And softly speaks a few simple words to her heart

Know my child, you are one with me.

But you have to learn these life’s lessons…

To love yourself as I loved you sweet child.

You have to open that beautiful heart of yours

And share with my other children your precious gifts.

Dear child please stop hiding yourself

In my shadow

And show yourself

To the other children who want to play.

Grace shall be pour out

On your sweet head

As you demonstrate your willingness

To show up with all your gifts…

Love…

Compassion…

Kindness…

Courage…

Integrity…

Virtuousness…

Patience…

Gentleness…

Playfulness…

Singing…

Dancing…

Yes, all of these gifts I have given to you sweet child

You are Amma’s precious darling daughter

Who plays sweetly with Amma’s other children

Who shares her presence without shyness.

She ventures out in the sunshine of love

on to the playground of courage

And shares her song with the other children

Amma smiles as Divine Grace

Watches over her spiritual offspring.

When God provides her spirit children

With physical bodies…

Are they not suppose to leave her side

As a child leaves its Mother and Father?

Matures and venturing out on to the playground of life

And share their gifts that she has gifted them

When they have come to walk on the  earth plane.

Beloved Of Rama Manasseh' Heart

Divine Grace revealed to consciousness

An angel’ portrait

Effecting the beating heart

Resonating within the

Inner Sanctum

Where no earthly attachment dwells.

Heaven’s beauty sings and dances

In her angelic smile

Uplifting most heavy hearted

To higher realms of thought.

Divine light shines forth

From her sparkling eyes

Sweet invitation

Of gracious kindness

Gladly welcomes you

To her radiant presence.

The moment you spot this luminous being

The heart shall be transform forever

Never forgetting the source of her inner beauty

She walks the earth plane in sublime wonder.

Meeting Amma -- Part 1

Amma, Sri Mata Amritanandamayi Devi 

The events that led up to now, began just over six months ago, on November 17^th, when I took a road trip to San Ramon, California, for the purpose of meeting Amma, a humanitarian, who gave hundreds of millions of dollars to feed, housed and educate India’s poor and most vulnerable people.  She is known as the hugging saint, who has hugged and console, literary millions of people from every walk of life, all over the world.  This saintly India woman, dressed in white, traditional India women’s clothes, known as a sari, with a white veil partially covering her head, had previous visiting me in a dream, placing her hands on my heart chakra. This was the start of my healing process, which cause me to cried out in the middle of the night.

Ok, wait!  How did I get to this point?  I’ll try to make this short and precise as possible.  In early 2012, I got to know a husband and wife healing team, from a small Oregon coastal town, Neskowin, Oregon.  Gary and Sharon Morris, previous acquitted from the Alice Street Spiritualist church in 2005.  Gary and Sharon met their Guru, Amma in late 2003, were married and their names change by Amma in 2005.  I know them as Chidambaran and Shuba.  I had the desire to move to the next level of my evaluation phase in 2013, but they’re no spiritual healers in the Portland area I resonated with.  One night, in a dream, I heard the names, Chidambaran and Shuba.  In the morning, I got on the computer and went to their website, Accelerated Awakenings, and there I found out they conduct a weekend workshop, called Night Of Transformation.  It took me four months to find my way from my home in Tualatin to their cabin in Neskowin.  I believe the delay in the timing was for my benefit, thus the Universe has a way of knowing when you are ready or not.  By July 2013, I finally found myself in their Puja room, with the emotion of anger in my body being release through my mouth.  “Shit!  This is intense.” Was my statement, as the first session came to a close.  Feelings of inadequacy and living with cerebral palsy dominated my second session.  Screaming at the top my lungs was not my idea of fun.  But, it seems to release the heaviness around my heart.  When I left their cabin  in Neskowin, the thought enter my mind, “You’re not done.”  Ok, I shrub my shoulders and went home.  I noticed their home was covered with portraits of their guru, an India woman, dressed in white garb wearing a golden nose ring, and a rather large red dot painted in the center of her forehead.  A smaller gold dot partially covered the red dot, wondering what the significance was.  Is this the same India woman who came to Seattle in the month of May, year after year?

In October 2013, I returned to the Neskowin cabin in hope for relief from many years of deep seeded rage.  Buried so deeply in my emotional body, Chidambaran and Shuba did everything they can to get me to feel in my heart.  But nothing was coming forth, no tears, no emotion, nothing.  Thinking there was nothing to cry about, I went to bed.  After a few hours of restless sleep, I finally fell into a dream state, where the India Woman from the portraits around their cabin, appeared from out of no where, standing some ten feet in front of me, she raised her arms towards me as she started to approach me.  Her soft hands made contact with the center of my chest.  A feeling of soothing of love momentary penetrated my torso.  A loud, uncontrollable wail escapes my mouth disturbing the cabin. Minutes later, Shuba comes running into the bedroom where I was sleeping.  Still wailing., Shuba grabs on to my shaking body and tried to console me in my sobbing.  After a few more minutes of sobbing, I was consolable enough to explain about the India woman in my dream.  Shuba laughed with tears of joy.  “It was Amma!  She opened your heart.”

I was absolutely intrigue by the power of this India woman to healed emotional trauma.  My heart felt lighter than it had in years, almost child-like,  without a worry in the world.  So many questions flooded my mind about this India woman I had to know.  I learned my new found friends were planning a road trip to the bay area in November to see their guru, the very same India woman who opened my heart.  I was told, she would be in Seattle in May and that trip would be easier on me.  I was  impatient and I wanted my answers ASAP.  The money to go on the California road trip was already in my bank account.  It was a matter of waiting for her beckon call.  A week before the retreat registration money was due, I felt her tug on my heart and knew it was her calling me to her Ashram in San Ramon, California.

This is only the beginning of the story... There's more to come... Plus original poetry.

Time For A Reality Check Or Should I say Choice?

Blog Time? Thoughts manifested to words on a page. Does anyone care what I think, never the less what I have to say?

I don’t care what people think of me or if they even read my blog. I write this blog for me and I put it out there to the Universe by publishing to a website

Everyday, I deal with the outer world, to some, called the Matrix. This physical world we called life, can at times seen chaotic. The drama played out before our eyes can be to some a bit overwhelming. For some folks, the use of certain media to distract themselves from reality is a means of escape.

False voices, false flags are constant in today’s culture. WTF is a false flag? When governments or organizations (usually connected to the former) stage highly sophisticated attacks on their own or foreign soil with the purpose of placing the blame on a desirable enemy foreign or domestic, one who has otherwise done no wrong. The bullshit played upon “dumb-downed” citizens to create fear in their hearts and their minds to take control of their will just to play it safe. In other words, they give up their liberties for the sake of safety.

Who are the Illuminati? Save it for another day, another blog.

In order to defeat this monster, retreat into your inner world. Do you think meditation alone will destroy the monster? No. Waking up will. Waking up together as one humanity is a force to be dealt with. To wake up, go inside, embrace the shadow side, the darkness you called ugliness that no one wants to deal with. By taking responsibility of your own shit, you’re freeing your shadow side and you're well on your way of mastering. Yes, it sounds like a lot of dirty work.

As a greeter at Home Depot, I do my part to put on my happy face and greet the public. Does the public pay any attention to me? Some do, some don’t. Do I care? No. Are they awake? Probably not. Is it my job to wake them up? That depends. How do I wake them up? By loving myself as well as treating them as a human being. Do I treat myself and others with dignity and respect? I hope I do. If I don’t, then what am I doing here on the planet?

If I’m not contributing to the Universe and serving humanity, then what is the reason why I’m here on the planet? Oh sure, I have wants, needs and desires, just like everyone else. Some are being met and some are not. Should I complain? No. Do I complain? Yes. We all complain to some degree. When I remembered my oneness with humanity, the planet with her living creatures and the Universe, the need to complain dissipates.

I have every right to complain, but what purpose will it serve? I then become a patsy, serving only the illusion of separation. The illusion of separation is fear. FEAR: False Evidence Appearing Real.

One of my favorite quotes is from the fictional character, Yoda from Starwars, he states: “Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.”

Here’s a question, does fear serves humanity? No. Does love serves humanity? Yes. I can draw a flow chart for you if you like. If you are stuck in fear, do you want to change? If you don’t, then why are you here? I held the belief since my spiritual awakening in 2004, we’ll either evolve or obliterate as a human species, the choice is ours. God Loving God, or, God Killing God. What will it be?

Again, the choice is we either take care of each other or we can go quietly into the night. You have the choice because you are God.

Another Dialog With Manasseh

Why do we have form? What is form?

Do you mean physical form?

Yes, our bodies, the earth, the mountains, the trees, the rivers, the oceans, the moon and the stars in the sky.

I think this physical form is called Love; A gift from the creator.

But, with this gift of physical form comes the issue of the ego. There are those who went power and dominion over this gift of creation. This causes fear, why? I want to understand what all this shit means.

This is a delicate three-way dance between the Creator, the Soul and the Ego.

Huh? Sounds like bullshit to me. Why do we have to have a god? I thought we were god.

Peter, I don’t think you have a grasp on this thing called life.

No, I don’t. I want to get laid, but women don’t desire my body. What gives?

Now we’re getting into petty issues. You’re not seeing the bigger picture here. This is not about you, or your appetite and desires.
This is nothing but a self-serving issue.

Then, how come we feel them in our bodies? The wants, needs and desires… Why do we have this mind-numbing bullshit?

This is a part of the human condition you need to learn to balance in life.

I don’t have any balance in my carnal life. I go from one extreme to the next. That’s how I am, I’m a man!

Yeah, I know. At least you are honest with yourself. Not many people are. When can we get back to your original question? What
does form mean to you, Peter?

OMG! That’s a loaded question. All I’d wanted was to be authentic with myself when I started this dialog.

Now, there’s a loaded statement. Real form is authenticity.

WTF? Where did that come from?

If you were enlightened, Peter, you would know real form is authenticity.

Are you calling me on my shit?

That is why you have consciousness. Real form or authenticity is use for right action, the way we conduct ourselves in this life.
Go ponder this in your next meditation. Post this to your blog, invite your friends in to the dialog.

Are you kidding? You want to post my most personal thoughts onto a public forum?

To be authentic is to be vulnerable. What’s wrong with revealing your authentic self to the world?

I must be crazy to put myself out there, exposed and naked.

You have a gift, Peter.

What’s that?

You know how to channeled the Divine. You Are God!

Evolve or Obliteration: Is God Mentally Ill?

After observing this world for nearly fifty-five solar years, I have come to the conclusion we are but light rays transformed brain cells inside the mind of God. There should be over a trillion of us brain cells of light, since there are only seven billion of us left, God must be near the end of his/her life spend.

Another observation is dealing with mental illness, there are some of us who want to murder the rest of us for thinking we are the cancer translating thinking we are better than you. Yes, we are killing parts of ourselves for reasons we don’t match up to the image we should be. Of course the ego will run from its shadow side as it has since the day we were told we were not good enough, we were not worthy to behold the light, which of course is a lied. This begs the question, is God mentally ill?

God is thinking, I can self-destruct or I can evolve. We have seen this scenario played out countless times in our own minds as content as books, movies and now as real-life media stories. How do we as human species wake up from the nightmare of separation and hate? Could it be as simply as shutting off the distractions of television, computer, and Smartphone devices? Could we see ourselves outside in nature, even meditating?

The question has entered my mind ever since I woke up and realized we are all one. Why does God want to kill him/her self? God killing God? The only answer I can find, we only can see God outside of ourselves. “Separate and alone we are,” as Master Yoda would say. Ever since the conception of modern day religion, we have been told, God is supreme, all-powerful, and dwells in the heavens. There’s a few of us who are blind to the idea of relinquish power and control for the freedom of flow shared compassion and the abundance of love for all beings.

The Universe is not what it’s seemed, there’s a Universe within a Universe within a Universe. It’s all connected, there’s no separation! The tipping point of consciousness is coming to a head as the year 2012 proceeds. The growing number of brain cells will continue demand the light of love, translated into basic human rights, clean air, clean water, healthy food, clothing, shelter, and community. If these basic rights are not met for all ascents beings, our civilization, as we know it, will collapse. War will ensue. The grate experiment will be over.

Each brain cell is responsible for its own evolution, its realm of creation. If not, cancer – I’m better than you, can occur. Will God heal him/her self, the planet? If not, self-destruct. God will put a gun to his/her head and pull the trigger; a massive meteorite will hit the earth. Lights out. The collective consciousness of the planet affects the consciousness of God. Know it or not, You Are God!

Incarnated Earth Angel Returns To The Beloved

Holding a hand of a dying friend put everything in prospective. As I looked around the large hospital cafeteria at the people have lunch on that surreal Sunday afternoon, the thought came into my head. “Religion has nothing to do with dying, but only Love and Service.”

As I reviewed the life of my friend, I couldn’t help but notice her life was all about giving and serving those less fortunate than her, she didn’t have much either, of which I never heard her complain about her predicament. As long as I have known her, she never moped about anything in her life. Yes, she was over weight, but that didn’t seem to bother her or slow her down.

She right out there, in our community among her friends, smiling and joking. She had a contagious laugh, which made you light up when your spirits were down. She loved to sing, especially in a group sing-a-long. I can always find her singing or humming with a smile on her face.

What set her apart was the way she dealt with people. Openly and honestly, she was in your face with your truth. She didn’t take any bullshit from anyone. The advised she give was intuitive and genuine. She always knew what to say to brighten your day.

If you had the good fortune to have know a soul such as hers, you would have counted yourself as blessed. She made you feel loved by the way she looked and spoke at you. You knew you were God’s child the very moment she enter your presence. She knew who she was, and she made sure you knew it too.

Today, she returned home to her Beloved. Amira Sue-Lin Simons 1951 - 2011