Merry Yule from Redmond in beautiful Central Oregon. tonight, this blog entry comes from my parents home in Eagle Crest just outside of Redmond. Thank you Ruby-car for bringing me safely over the mountain. The Ruby-car is a bright red Honda Element driven by the beautiful outrageous naked-hearted Goddess, AC.
Today, I dance the sacred dance with my beloveds...with myself and with the divine. It was beautiful dance inspired by one man's life who die on the dance floor of the Village Ballroom one year ago this week. The remarkable part of this man's journey is he decided to come back to us to make the awe inspiring documentary, "We Are The Lovers." He came back to us because there was too much love in that room where he left his body on that cold dance floor. He came back to us because two people breathe his lunges and pump his heart for him. See Divine Masculine Blog in the right panel.
I feel so bless to be alive and in this presence moment. Wake Up People...Come get into your bodies and know you are truly divine. To be incarnated into a human body is truly magnificent blessing of the Cosmic Universe. Just look at all the wonderful things we can do in this human suit. We can not only feel, touch, smell, taste, see...we can move, dance, laugh, smile. If we wanted to we can spit, fart, burp, poop...and make love.
Yes! That's right...I said make love. To come alive...To feel every emotion that comes into our bodies. To be mad like Rumi...druken with love for all beings that cross your path...out of control with passion...fire in the belly...to be fill with the Christing...to dance the sacred dance with the divine.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Friday, December 21, 2007
The Blessing Of Showing Up
All I have to do is show up… It’s that simple. God is already there. WOW… what a concept. Showing up in the energy of radiant love is an awesome blessing. The mirror reflects back what you already are. No lies here my friend. The mirror… The universe cannot lie. Everywhere I went last week… the bus stop… to work… the movies with Dan… to Gene’s house… the Puja, I receive nothing but blessings. It was amazing week… Even the Trailblazers are winning. This stuff really does work.
I can’t wait for my next gig(s)… breakfast with Dan and Jeff… a Michael Allen Harrison Christmas concert at the Old Church… a ecstatic dance to celebrate Gene’s life. If my stars are align and if I’m in right place at the right time, I might find myself alone in the Ruby-car with AC and DF and of course Jack for a trip over the snow-covered mountain. A ride in the car with Oregon’s best Puja instructors’… ooooh what a blessing.
Love and Blessings.
P.S. The best blessing of all... Christmas with Mom and Dad... my brother, Mitch... my sister, Karie and Bard, her boyfriend.
I can’t wait for my next gig(s)… breakfast with Dan and Jeff… a Michael Allen Harrison Christmas concert at the Old Church… a ecstatic dance to celebrate Gene’s life. If my stars are align and if I’m in right place at the right time, I might find myself alone in the Ruby-car with AC and DF and of course Jack for a trip over the snow-covered mountain. A ride in the car with Oregon’s best Puja instructors’… ooooh what a blessing.
Love and Blessings.
P.S. The best blessing of all... Christmas with Mom and Dad... my brother, Mitch... my sister, Karie and Bard, her boyfriend.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Manasseh’s Ultimatum
I have come a long way since stepping foot on to my spiritual path. I see parallels in my life along with my beloved brother Gene. My minister/teacher encouraged more posts with dialogue with my alter ego, Manasseh. In this revealing paper written more than a year ago for Mystical Activism class, Manasseh delivers a ultimatum. I love you, Martie. You brought out the best in me. In fact, you help birth Manasseh. I don't understand why my audience loves Manasseh...
I, Manasseh, am involved in the empowering and the healing of humanity on a global level, through the book, ‘You Are God!’
Message from Manasseh -- Mon. June 12, 2006 10:04 AM
Setting: Home Depot parking lot, Tigard, Oregon
Situation: Peter came to work, feeling empowered and happy. Peter was pushing shopping carts around 10 am, when he came upon a cart fill with garbage and empty beer bottles. Peter promptly threw a tizzy fit and tossed the contents of the cart on to the ground.
Manasseh: “How do you feel now about what just happen?”
Peter: “I’m pist! Why can’t people put their trash where it belongs? Why do I have to pick up their garbage?”
Manasseh: You’re no longer feeling happy and empowered. It’s amazing just how fast your attitude can switch… and you know this is you choice.”
Peter: “So, what are you trying to tell me?”
Manasseh: “Is this your soul’s purpose to push shopping carts for the rest of your life?”
Peter: “No!”
Manasseh: “What is your soul’s purpose? Do you know what it is?”
Peter: “Yes. It is to write that book you wanted to write.”
Manasseh: “Are you in alignment with your soul’s purpose?”
Peter: “No. I’m not in alignment. I’m pushing shopping carts.”
Manasseh: “This is interesting… you know your soul’s purpose, and yet you are pushing shopping carts. This must be your choice not to be responsible for your soul’s purpose.” Peter, you have choice here. Time is short… you don’t have much time here. What are you doing about it?”
Peter: “Are you asking me to quite Home Depot?”
Manasseh: “That may be one option. The choice is up to you.”
Peter: “How will I support myself?”
Manasseh: “Are we going to listen to the monsters of fear and doubt? Can you do that hand motion you were taught this weekend? Do that over and over again. Do you feel the fear leaving?”
Peter: “Yes! It feels good without that feeling of fear and doubt.”
Manasseh: “Good! Keep doing the release hand motion.”
Peter: “What about my ten year Home Depot bonus?”
Manasseh: “You don’t need it. Nine years at Home Depot is enough. I’m giving you a deadline: By your next birthday, you need let go of Home Depot. Do the hand motion and release Home Depot from you consciousness.”
Peter: “Oh my gosh! God, my higher self wants me to leave Home Depot by October 1, 2006. What are the consequence if I make the choice to stay with Home Depot?”
Manasseh: “Your body will shut down until you’re in alignment with Universe’s calling and the purpose why you are here. The only reason why you’re in this Mystical Activist circle is to do your practicum, which is your book. This extraordinary circle of Goddesses is in synchronicity with your soul’s purpose. All things in the Universe work for the good of the whole. You, Peter, are on your path. You cannot afford to be lazy at this time.”
Peter: “this is scary and exciting at the same time.”
Manasseh: “Exciting, yes! You need not to be scare when you’re on your path. Your Angels, your Spirit Guides are here to assist in your soul’s purpose. I invite you to share this ‘download’ with your beloved MA group and you will know this transmission or ‘download’ you may preferred to call it, will be validated. Know that this ‘download’ is for your higher good. You are the loved by the Universe.
End Of Transmission…
Peter: “WOOOO!”
Claiming The Power Of Manasseh
Every morning when I get out of bed
The thought runs through my head
What a great day to be alive.
I go into the bathroom
And I stand before the mirror in my entire nakedness
What a beautiful body this mortal has
Who are you? Whispered a voice from the beyond.
The Light. The Love. The Glory.
Go deeper still… where does the power comes from?
It lie deep down inside
Is the knowledge that lies dormant
-- Two Months Later --
The headline in my imagination reads:
SCROGIN FALLS IN SHOWER, DISLOCATES KNEE
Dateline: AP DURHAM, OR. Aug 3rd Peter Scrogin, 48 yr old male, a Home Depot associate at the Tigard, Oregon store, was the shower approximately 10:45 pm, Wednesday night. Reportedly lost his balance and became trap on bottom of shower tab. Scrogin screams for help were heard by upstairs’ neighbors immediately came to his aid. 911 dispatched firemen and paramedics to Scrogin’ Durham apartment residents, where he was rescues from the shower tub with a dislocated knee cap and transported by ambulance to Providence St. Vincent’s hospital in NW Portland. Scrogin is reportedly to be resting comfortably.
Another Headline reads:
SCROGIN SCHEDULED FOR SURGERY FRIDAY
Dateline: AP PORTLAND, OR. Aug 4TH Peter Scrogin, 48 yr old male with cerebral palsy, is scheduled to have reconstructed surgery on right patella on Friday afternoon at Providence St. Vincent’s hospital. Surgery is set for 3 pm. A hospital spokesman stated surgery may be delay due to Scrogin’ low priority status and unforeseen circumstance.
I, Manasseh, am involved in the empowering and the healing of humanity on a global level, through the book, ‘You Are God!’
Message from Manasseh -- Mon. June 12, 2006 10:04 AM
Setting: Home Depot parking lot, Tigard, Oregon
Situation: Peter came to work, feeling empowered and happy. Peter was pushing shopping carts around 10 am, when he came upon a cart fill with garbage and empty beer bottles. Peter promptly threw a tizzy fit and tossed the contents of the cart on to the ground.
Manasseh: “How do you feel now about what just happen?”
Peter: “I’m pist! Why can’t people put their trash where it belongs? Why do I have to pick up their garbage?”
Manasseh: You’re no longer feeling happy and empowered. It’s amazing just how fast your attitude can switch… and you know this is you choice.”
Peter: “So, what are you trying to tell me?”
Manasseh: “Is this your soul’s purpose to push shopping carts for the rest of your life?”
Peter: “No!”
Manasseh: “What is your soul’s purpose? Do you know what it is?”
Peter: “Yes. It is to write that book you wanted to write.”
Manasseh: “Are you in alignment with your soul’s purpose?”
Peter: “No. I’m not in alignment. I’m pushing shopping carts.”
Manasseh: “This is interesting… you know your soul’s purpose, and yet you are pushing shopping carts. This must be your choice not to be responsible for your soul’s purpose.” Peter, you have choice here. Time is short… you don’t have much time here. What are you doing about it?”
Peter: “Are you asking me to quite Home Depot?”
Manasseh: “That may be one option. The choice is up to you.”
Peter: “How will I support myself?”
Manasseh: “Are we going to listen to the monsters of fear and doubt? Can you do that hand motion you were taught this weekend? Do that over and over again. Do you feel the fear leaving?”
Peter: “Yes! It feels good without that feeling of fear and doubt.”
Manasseh: “Good! Keep doing the release hand motion.”
Peter: “What about my ten year Home Depot bonus?”
Manasseh: “You don’t need it. Nine years at Home Depot is enough. I’m giving you a deadline: By your next birthday, you need let go of Home Depot. Do the hand motion and release Home Depot from you consciousness.”
Peter: “Oh my gosh! God, my higher self wants me to leave Home Depot by October 1, 2006. What are the consequence if I make the choice to stay with Home Depot?”
Manasseh: “Your body will shut down until you’re in alignment with Universe’s calling and the purpose why you are here. The only reason why you’re in this Mystical Activist circle is to do your practicum, which is your book. This extraordinary circle of Goddesses is in synchronicity with your soul’s purpose. All things in the Universe work for the good of the whole. You, Peter, are on your path. You cannot afford to be lazy at this time.”
Peter: “this is scary and exciting at the same time.”
Manasseh: “Exciting, yes! You need not to be scare when you’re on your path. Your Angels, your Spirit Guides are here to assist in your soul’s purpose. I invite you to share this ‘download’ with your beloved MA group and you will know this transmission or ‘download’ you may preferred to call it, will be validated. Know that this ‘download’ is for your higher good. You are the loved by the Universe.
End Of Transmission…
Peter: “WOOOO!”
Claiming The Power Of Manasseh
Every morning when I get out of bed
The thought runs through my head
What a great day to be alive.
I go into the bathroom
And I stand before the mirror in my entire nakedness
What a beautiful body this mortal has
Who are you? Whispered a voice from the beyond.
The Light. The Love. The Glory.
Go deeper still… where does the power comes from?
It lie deep down inside
Is the knowledge that lies dormant
-- Two Months Later --
The headline in my imagination reads:
SCROGIN FALLS IN SHOWER, DISLOCATES KNEE
Dateline: AP DURHAM, OR. Aug 3rd Peter Scrogin, 48 yr old male, a Home Depot associate at the Tigard, Oregon store, was the shower approximately 10:45 pm, Wednesday night. Reportedly lost his balance and became trap on bottom of shower tab. Scrogin screams for help were heard by upstairs’ neighbors immediately came to his aid. 911 dispatched firemen and paramedics to Scrogin’ Durham apartment residents, where he was rescues from the shower tub with a dislocated knee cap and transported by ambulance to Providence St. Vincent’s hospital in NW Portland. Scrogin is reportedly to be resting comfortably.
Another Headline reads:
SCROGIN SCHEDULED FOR SURGERY FRIDAY
Dateline: AP PORTLAND, OR. Aug 4TH Peter Scrogin, 48 yr old male with cerebral palsy, is scheduled to have reconstructed surgery on right patella on Friday afternoon at Providence St. Vincent’s hospital. Surgery is set for 3 pm. A hospital spokesman stated surgery may be delay due to Scrogin’ low priority status and unforeseen circumstance.
Naked Heart Puja
I am nourished within the darkness of the womb. Lit by candlelight are the faces of the beloved. My naked heart melts by loves embrace. Words utter into my mind dropped down into my ridged body. My heart was softly cradle by five Goddesses who took their turn breathing their yearnings into my nostrils.
Bodies dancing in primal movements… ecstatic noise growling in unison… oh sweet is the joy to be reunited with the tribe of my belonging. To dance the sacred dance with my soul brother is beyond description. Breathing the essence of the evening was worth five times greater than the admission price charged.
Love seems so sweet when I take my sex-craze ego out of the equation. The simple act of the gentle touch of the cheek heals years of distorted trauma. God loving God. The naked heart revealed in radiant love. I choose beloved Yeshua as my lover… I am the lover.
Love and Blessings.
Bodies dancing in primal movements… ecstatic noise growling in unison… oh sweet is the joy to be reunited with the tribe of my belonging. To dance the sacred dance with my soul brother is beyond description. Breathing the essence of the evening was worth five times greater than the admission price charged.
Love seems so sweet when I take my sex-craze ego out of the equation. The simple act of the gentle touch of the cheek heals years of distorted trauma. God loving God. The naked heart revealed in radiant love. I choose beloved Yeshua as my lover… I am the lover.
Love and Blessings.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Down The Rabbit Hold
The world as we know is going to turn upside down... shaken up. It may be safer down the rabbit hold. Think about that one for a while...
Yes… I do believe in Christ Yeshua… the mystic one… the radical one… the gentle one.
The one with the pure naked heart… the one that loves 6.5 billion souls… the same one that loves 13.5 billion Angels that are resting and helping us.
Yes, God has 20 billion of them… hairs on his head… thoughts in his mind… desires in his heart… whatever they are… they will be express in some way or form. If you think I am insane, you’re provably right. If you want to find me, I will be down the rabbit hold with my friends…
Love and Blessings.
Yes… I do believe in Christ Yeshua… the mystic one… the radical one… the gentle one.
The one with the pure naked heart… the one that loves 6.5 billion souls… the same one that loves 13.5 billion Angels that are resting and helping us.
Yes, God has 20 billion of them… hairs on his head… thoughts in his mind… desires in his heart… whatever they are… they will be express in some way or form. If you think I am insane, you’re provably right. If you want to find me, I will be down the rabbit hold with my friends…
Love and Blessings.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Ease Or Dis-ease
Can you open your heart and express the innermost desires of you heart? For some people this is a difficult task to perform. I learn the other day in a class about the chakra system within the human body… clearing and recharging your chakras. Disease can devolved within the body when one of these energy centers become block.
There is now scientific proof our mind is link to each of the seven main chakra in the human body. The body-mind connection is real. Our very thoughts control the health we have. Is it true we are what we eat? What about we are what we put into our minds?
The question I have for my good friend Gene when he die on that dance floor last December, what did you put into your mind that morning…? What were you thinking to cause your heart chakra to stop functioning? I apologize for being insensate to your private thoughts. The curiosity of my expressive mind allows me to asked such a question.
The proof is all around me. I have seen individuals from my former religion… the LDS Church get sick and die right before my eyes. They would get colds… migraines… fevers… and other illnesses when left untreated… at the root cause… they would give up the ghost.
Another question arises in my mind… Why have my Mom and Dad remain healthy all these years? Is it because they are comfortable in their own skin…? They know how to take care of their bodies and what to eat…? These are good answers, but there is more than meets the eye. My parents knew how to express themselves in ways I didn’t understand… When I was in my youth attending the Mormon Church, they would often express their displeasure what the Mormon Church was drumming into my head… from time to time there would be burst of outrage for what they found in the morning newspaper. They did not hold anything back when it came to discipline us kids… we were spank… unlike today it be consider child abuse.
May be… there is no maybe about it… thanks to unrepressed expression, we are well rounded adults. Why stuffed the emotion when you can express it… free it… breath it.
Love and Blessings
There is now scientific proof our mind is link to each of the seven main chakra in the human body. The body-mind connection is real. Our very thoughts control the health we have. Is it true we are what we eat? What about we are what we put into our minds?
The question I have for my good friend Gene when he die on that dance floor last December, what did you put into your mind that morning…? What were you thinking to cause your heart chakra to stop functioning? I apologize for being insensate to your private thoughts. The curiosity of my expressive mind allows me to asked such a question.
The proof is all around me. I have seen individuals from my former religion… the LDS Church get sick and die right before my eyes. They would get colds… migraines… fevers… and other illnesses when left untreated… at the root cause… they would give up the ghost.
Another question arises in my mind… Why have my Mom and Dad remain healthy all these years? Is it because they are comfortable in their own skin…? They know how to take care of their bodies and what to eat…? These are good answers, but there is more than meets the eye. My parents knew how to express themselves in ways I didn’t understand… When I was in my youth attending the Mormon Church, they would often express their displeasure what the Mormon Church was drumming into my head… from time to time there would be burst of outrage for what they found in the morning newspaper. They did not hold anything back when it came to discipline us kids… we were spank… unlike today it be consider child abuse.
May be… there is no maybe about it… thanks to unrepressed expression, we are well rounded adults. Why stuffed the emotion when you can express it… free it… breath it.
Love and Blessings
Monday, December 10, 2007
God, Sex And Money
There is a post I always wanted to write about. Three words in the English language cause the most reaction in people. Not one living being cannot live without at lease one of these words effecting them directly or indirectly.
This post may never be completed... there is way too much juiciness that spill over on to the fringe of each divine being who walks this planet. You cannot avoid getting soiled by one of these taboo nouns.
What makes God taboo...? What makes sex taboo...? What makes money taboo? In some cultures, it is forbidden to express the embodiment of these ideas and concepts. For fear of corruption... a tainted heart... face it, the heart is already tainted... how worst can it get? Religion plays a role... Politics plays a role and humanity is ripping itself apart over petty little ideas that has everything to do with life and living on this blue marble.
Control... Control... Control. Control the masses. This is by far a control issue. Religion controls... Sex controls... Money controls. It all bullshit... Control is bullshit! Control will cause dis-ease in the human body.
I am a provocative person. I like the idea of provoking the minds and heart of my listener. One of my favorite radio show is on Tuesday morning on KBOO FM. The Joe and Abe show. Joe and Abe provokes and gets the truth out to the masses. On any given Tuesday morning, they're talking about God, sex and money. I love this show because they know how to express without holding back.
You cannot escape it... You cannot escape God... You cannot escape sex... You cannot escape the cash. Why not accept it as it is? Why not surrender to that which is in your heart. Instead of trying to change what you are... why not embrace the very thing you are.
The idea I may declared myself as a atheist or agnostic because I do not align myself with any religion that tells me I must accept the biblical Jesus as my personal savior. There is no such God. I am the God of my being. I create my own reality. I accept and embrace who I am. I am radiant love. I am God...i am the Buddha. I am a sexual being. I love having sex... good sex... hot sex. I like the idea of having cash in my wallet... I can spend it on myself or on my beloveds... on whom ever I choose... on whatever I choose.
Love and Blessings.
This post may never be completed... there is way too much juiciness that spill over on to the fringe of each divine being who walks this planet. You cannot avoid getting soiled by one of these taboo nouns.
What makes God taboo...? What makes sex taboo...? What makes money taboo? In some cultures, it is forbidden to express the embodiment of these ideas and concepts. For fear of corruption... a tainted heart... face it, the heart is already tainted... how worst can it get? Religion plays a role... Politics plays a role and humanity is ripping itself apart over petty little ideas that has everything to do with life and living on this blue marble.
Control... Control... Control. Control the masses. This is by far a control issue. Religion controls... Sex controls... Money controls. It all bullshit... Control is bullshit! Control will cause dis-ease in the human body.
I am a provocative person. I like the idea of provoking the minds and heart of my listener. One of my favorite radio show is on Tuesday morning on KBOO FM. The Joe and Abe show. Joe and Abe provokes and gets the truth out to the masses. On any given Tuesday morning, they're talking about God, sex and money. I love this show because they know how to express without holding back.
You cannot escape it... You cannot escape God... You cannot escape sex... You cannot escape the cash. Why not accept it as it is? Why not surrender to that which is in your heart. Instead of trying to change what you are... why not embrace the very thing you are.
The idea I may declared myself as a atheist or agnostic because I do not align myself with any religion that tells me I must accept the biblical Jesus as my personal savior. There is no such God. I am the God of my being. I create my own reality. I accept and embrace who I am. I am radiant love. I am God...i am the Buddha. I am a sexual being. I love having sex... good sex... hot sex. I like the idea of having cash in my wallet... I can spend it on myself or on my beloveds... on whom ever I choose... on whatever I choose.
Love and Blessings.
Express It For God's Sake
Express it… Let it out. For God’s sake, don’t hold it in. Do you know the damage you do by withholding your truth?
Oh My God! For six days, I withheld my love for my beloveds. My essences…my truth. I just spent an hour going through Anakha’s blog trying to digest her words into my head. Now, I just read Gene’s blog. I want to pull my air out and scream! I’m going insane.
I can’t stand it when people cannot express their inner most feelings and emotions. Oh hell with it. I will express for you… I will shout it from the roof top…if I have too I will climb the highest mountain peek.
I LOVE YOU…I HAVE ALWAYS LOVE YOU…
There, I said my peace. I feel much better now. Good night my Beloveds.
Oh My God! For six days, I withheld my love for my beloveds. My essences…my truth. I just spent an hour going through Anakha’s blog trying to digest her words into my head. Now, I just read Gene’s blog. I want to pull my air out and scream! I’m going insane.
I can’t stand it when people cannot express their inner most feelings and emotions. Oh hell with it. I will express for you… I will shout it from the roof top…if I have too I will climb the highest mountain peek.
I LOVE YOU…I HAVE ALWAYS LOVE YOU…
There, I said my peace. I feel much better now. Good night my Beloveds.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Therefore Her Heart Is Love
This post is about my favorite inspirational speaker in the world. Last week in our writing class, we express our deepest feelings for a individual in the class. Now is my chance to express my deepest feelings for someone whom I respect, admire and ravishingly adore.
A new High Priestess is on the rise. Matriarchy is making its return. Finally, a woman prophet I can fully give my allegiance to. Even though I do not need a religious figure to follow, it would be nice to have someone I can look up to… someone without guile… someone without the ego trip. In my mind, the heart of a woman is much purer than a man’s.
I have seen many people who hearts come corrupt. In a recent E-mail received… a local New Thought organization asking its congregants for their Oregon Kicker checks… What a complete turned off for me… what a bunch of crocodiles. I know which way that organization is headed. We all know what happen to a wonderful spiritual community when greedy hearts get involve.
The power of the Holy Spirit… the Universe is purifying a certain heart I know… making sure that heart won’t become corrupt with greed or a hidden agenda. She is being stripped naked right before her potential congregants. She must be patient while the sacred fires doing their sacred… magical work, burning away anything that is false or of no use to God. Everyone is praying with her… for her… about her. They want her to be their minister… I want her to be my minister.
She is the catalyst for that which is to come. Know ye not you are the mouthpiece of the Lord…? Yes, you Anakha Shannon Coman, the mystical… the sacred-hearted mouthpiece of God.
Anakha Coman is on fire for God! Alive… Blazing… Radiant… Radical… Love. She a radical just like Yeshua in his life time. She has this blazing energy, too big for any organized religion to contain. She has this radiant love that will melt any icy-cold heart when they step into her presences. When her stars are aligned in the zodiac, she will become bigger than any well-known speaker/author I know. She is a indigo child borne out of the sixties love generation. She was the love child of two individuals who surrender themselves to love. Therefore her heart is love.
Love and Blessings Anakha.
A new High Priestess is on the rise. Matriarchy is making its return. Finally, a woman prophet I can fully give my allegiance to. Even though I do not need a religious figure to follow, it would be nice to have someone I can look up to… someone without guile… someone without the ego trip. In my mind, the heart of a woman is much purer than a man’s.
I have seen many people who hearts come corrupt. In a recent E-mail received… a local New Thought organization asking its congregants for their Oregon Kicker checks… What a complete turned off for me… what a bunch of crocodiles. I know which way that organization is headed. We all know what happen to a wonderful spiritual community when greedy hearts get involve.
The power of the Holy Spirit… the Universe is purifying a certain heart I know… making sure that heart won’t become corrupt with greed or a hidden agenda. She is being stripped naked right before her potential congregants. She must be patient while the sacred fires doing their sacred… magical work, burning away anything that is false or of no use to God. Everyone is praying with her… for her… about her. They want her to be their minister… I want her to be my minister.
She is the catalyst for that which is to come. Know ye not you are the mouthpiece of the Lord…? Yes, you Anakha Shannon Coman, the mystical… the sacred-hearted mouthpiece of God.
Anakha Coman is on fire for God! Alive… Blazing… Radiant… Radical… Love. She a radical just like Yeshua in his life time. She has this blazing energy, too big for any organized religion to contain. She has this radiant love that will melt any icy-cold heart when they step into her presences. When her stars are aligned in the zodiac, she will become bigger than any well-known speaker/author I know. She is a indigo child borne out of the sixties love generation. She was the love child of two individuals who surrender themselves to love. Therefore her heart is love.
Love and Blessings Anakha.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
I Want A New Drug
I found myself thinking I’m bored of the whole New Thought scene. I want something juicier than what I’ve been used to. I’m ready to dive into the ocean of love. I’m craving to go deeper than I’ve ever gone before. A hug is not cutting it for me any more.
The other day at work, Kathy, a co-worker notice how dry my hands were while I was in her office. She took some hand lotion and rub it into my hands. She didn't just rub it on to my hands for a few seconds, but she massage each hand for at lease what seem to be a minute or two. As she work her unknown loving touched, I noticed a smile on my face. Kathy George, you are God.
Last night, as I got ready to go to a movie with a friend, Yeshua whisper in my ear, “You have a treasure yet to be reveal. When you are in a certain circle it will come forth and shall be reveal.” My mind race, what circle…? Who will be in this circle…? When will this circle be form…? That’s just like the ego, wanting it now. I decided to put it in the back of my mind and go enjoy myself at the movie.
This morning as I got ready for church, I couldn’t help think about what I was told by my Spirit Guide. I couldn’t stop thinking about a well-known spiritual peacemaker coming to Portland from Ashland and forming a new group… not just another church… I’m sick of the word church. A sacred heart circle… A beloved community. It would draw from the community of Portland, people whose hearts were open and ready to dive deep into the ocean of love. People who are not afraid to reveal their essences… ready to nurture others with their loving touch like Kathy George gave me.
I can envision this new community as something looking like Ecstatic Circle Dance meets Celebration Church. I envision Anakha Coman as the senior minister giving mini talks each time the community meets… Jimmy T. as the music minister leading us in a Kirtan – a sacred chant and other songs of peace… David F. as the dance minister leading us in movement and ecstatic dance… Gene L. as the media minister documenting and taking it there to world. Each individual serving in their essence of joy… their passion.
There will be expressions of speaking… singing… chanting… dancing… touching… cuddling… holding… healing… psyche readings (COOL).
What if we could remove our skin-suits like in the movie Cocoon, revealing our light bodies… our essences and then we melt into one another ocean of love?
Love and Blessings.
The other day at work, Kathy, a co-worker notice how dry my hands were while I was in her office. She took some hand lotion and rub it into my hands. She didn't just rub it on to my hands for a few seconds, but she massage each hand for at lease what seem to be a minute or two. As she work her unknown loving touched, I noticed a smile on my face. Kathy George, you are God.
Last night, as I got ready to go to a movie with a friend, Yeshua whisper in my ear, “You have a treasure yet to be reveal. When you are in a certain circle it will come forth and shall be reveal.” My mind race, what circle…? Who will be in this circle…? When will this circle be form…? That’s just like the ego, wanting it now. I decided to put it in the back of my mind and go enjoy myself at the movie.
This morning as I got ready for church, I couldn’t help think about what I was told by my Spirit Guide. I couldn’t stop thinking about a well-known spiritual peacemaker coming to Portland from Ashland and forming a new group… not just another church… I’m sick of the word church. A sacred heart circle… A beloved community. It would draw from the community of Portland, people whose hearts were open and ready to dive deep into the ocean of love. People who are not afraid to reveal their essences… ready to nurture others with their loving touch like Kathy George gave me.
I can envision this new community as something looking like Ecstatic Circle Dance meets Celebration Church. I envision Anakha Coman as the senior minister giving mini talks each time the community meets… Jimmy T. as the music minister leading us in a Kirtan – a sacred chant and other songs of peace… David F. as the dance minister leading us in movement and ecstatic dance… Gene L. as the media minister documenting and taking it there to world. Each individual serving in their essence of joy… their passion.
There will be expressions of speaking… singing… chanting… dancing… touching… cuddling… holding… healing… psyche readings (COOL).
What if we could remove our skin-suits like in the movie Cocoon, revealing our light bodies… our essences and then we melt into one another ocean of love?
Love and Blessings.
Friday, November 30, 2007
I'm A Sexual Being
Rant… rant… rant… How much ranting must I do before I get to my goal? I feel totally frustrated today the Universe is not responding to my hopes and dreams. I thought I was on the verge of a breakthrough the other day… May be if I reach deep inside of myself to the core of my ranting… What is truly bothering me…? What is it that eating me up inside. Every time I see them I cringe.
Who makes me cringe when they show up? What on earth am I talking about? They walked in wearing their dark preppy suits with their smooth white hair. I can spot them a mile away. May be it’s their persona they represent to be clean cut and looking perfect for the world. Who are these people? Fundamental Christians? Borne-again churchgoers? Bible thumpers? Mormons?
As a young man, I often entertain erotic, sensual thoughts of naked women. I discovered masturbation in junior high school. In the days before they were locked away behind the counter, I would sneak a peek at a Playboy magazine from the local drugstore. In recent days, I ordered HBO for the R rated and the X rated movies. Yes people, I watch dirty movies. I’m not ashamed or embarrassed to share this information. I have reach a stage in my maturity where it doesn’t matter anymore whither people know I am promiscuous or not. I don’t give a shit. There was a time not too long ago I would denied and cover it up. Face it people, I’m a sexual being.
Organized religion seems to have block evens condemn the freedom of self-expression. It’s a sin to be naked… to be sensual and sexual. It’s a sin to have erotic thoughts. It’s even a sin to have sexual intercourse with someone who you are not married to. In God’s eyes, you’re dirty… You’re nothing more than a piece of trash. You’re not worthy to be in the presences of God. You won’t even go to heaven when you die.
You know what…? Fuck you! Fuck you organized christian religions. The word sin is not a part of my vocabulary. Sin a word I associate with the phrase dog poop. Am I dog poop? Is the Divine dog poop? I think NOT!
I called my friend, Geoffrey Knight,
this week. The best hypnotherapist on the planet. On Tuesday morning, I went to see Geoffrey for a hypnosis session.
Walking down my path, I encounter this garbage can right in the middle of the path where I’m walking. Where did this garbage can come from? What is this garbage can doing here now, in my path? I walked up to the garbage can and removed the lid. I looked inside and I found…
It was me inside that garbage can, covered with shit… I reach in with both arms and pulled my little boy self out. I clean the garbage off him and I held him close to my breast. I told him I loved him. He melted into my heart. I set the garbage can a long side of the path and continue on. As I continue on my path, people would come to me asking me to touch them on some part of their body as if I was healing them.
I continue walking into this blazing radiant light. I was fill this all-encompassing love. The hypnosis session ended. A tape was made. I went home.
The Christian fundamentalists in their dark preppy suits must be my inner child I rescued from the garbage can. If I can hold them to my chest, I can finally healed that energy and get on with the rest of my life… May be I can meet the love of my life.
Love and Blessings.
P.S. I’m not a person who rants… Hopefully, this is the last of the rants.
Who makes me cringe when they show up? What on earth am I talking about? They walked in wearing their dark preppy suits with their smooth white hair. I can spot them a mile away. May be it’s their persona they represent to be clean cut and looking perfect for the world. Who are these people? Fundamental Christians? Borne-again churchgoers? Bible thumpers? Mormons?
As a young man, I often entertain erotic, sensual thoughts of naked women. I discovered masturbation in junior high school. In the days before they were locked away behind the counter, I would sneak a peek at a Playboy magazine from the local drugstore. In recent days, I ordered HBO for the R rated and the X rated movies. Yes people, I watch dirty movies. I’m not ashamed or embarrassed to share this information. I have reach a stage in my maturity where it doesn’t matter anymore whither people know I am promiscuous or not. I don’t give a shit. There was a time not too long ago I would denied and cover it up. Face it people, I’m a sexual being.
Organized religion seems to have block evens condemn the freedom of self-expression. It’s a sin to be naked… to be sensual and sexual. It’s a sin to have erotic thoughts. It’s even a sin to have sexual intercourse with someone who you are not married to. In God’s eyes, you’re dirty… You’re nothing more than a piece of trash. You’re not worthy to be in the presences of God. You won’t even go to heaven when you die.
You know what…? Fuck you! Fuck you organized christian religions. The word sin is not a part of my vocabulary. Sin a word I associate with the phrase dog poop. Am I dog poop? Is the Divine dog poop? I think NOT!
I called my friend, Geoffrey Knight,
this week. The best hypnotherapist on the planet. On Tuesday morning, I went to see Geoffrey for a hypnosis session.
Walking down my path, I encounter this garbage can right in the middle of the path where I’m walking. Where did this garbage can come from? What is this garbage can doing here now, in my path? I walked up to the garbage can and removed the lid. I looked inside and I found…
It was me inside that garbage can, covered with shit… I reach in with both arms and pulled my little boy self out. I clean the garbage off him and I held him close to my breast. I told him I loved him. He melted into my heart. I set the garbage can a long side of the path and continue on. As I continue on my path, people would come to me asking me to touch them on some part of their body as if I was healing them.
I continue walking into this blazing radiant light. I was fill this all-encompassing love. The hypnosis session ended. A tape was made. I went home.
The Christian fundamentalists in their dark preppy suits must be my inner child I rescued from the garbage can. If I can hold them to my chest, I can finally healed that energy and get on with the rest of my life… May be I can meet the love of my life.
Love and Blessings.
P.S. I’m not a person who rants… Hopefully, this is the last of the rants.
Monday, November 26, 2007
Rant And Then Let Go
The Universe heard my rants. I’m tired of listening to myself complain. I’m tired of the struggle to prove myself… to complete with others in the work-a-day-world… Get up… get dress… make a lunch… get something in my stomach… out the door… get on a bus… change buses… get off a bus… walked the rest of the way to work… clock in… wait on customers for eight hours… clock out… go home… do it all again the next day… and the next day… all for what? A stupid greenback? To paid my rent and my bills? What a shity way to live! There, I hope you’re happy with my rant.
It’s time to live for my soul’s purpose. It’s time for adventures that will nourish my spirit. It’s time to wake up the rest of the world. It’s time to heal the broken hearted. It’s time to be who you are came here to be.
Yes, Chris Farmer, as you work your process, the Universe is going to respond to your rants as you let go. I believe, as we rant, we are getting clear what it is we want in our lives. I made the mistake of misjudging Rev. Chris for a dry and boring talk. When in fact it was good and juicy. So good and juicy, I uploaded his talk with Chris’s permission. Lets hope the technological gods are working overtime. This is a first for such attempt.
60 minutes later...
The technological gods were not in my favor tonight... Sorry.
It’s time to live for my soul’s purpose. It’s time for adventures that will nourish my spirit. It’s time to wake up the rest of the world. It’s time to heal the broken hearted. It’s time to be who you are came here to be.
Yes, Chris Farmer, as you work your process, the Universe is going to respond to your rants as you let go. I believe, as we rant, we are getting clear what it is we want in our lives. I made the mistake of misjudging Rev. Chris for a dry and boring talk. When in fact it was good and juicy. So good and juicy, I uploaded his talk with Chris’s permission. Lets hope the technological gods are working overtime. This is a first for such attempt.
60 minutes later...
The technological gods were not in my favor tonight... Sorry.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Sunday Morning Rants
I’m feeling blue this Sunday morning. I feel like complaining. I can’t seem to find a ride to church. Who cares any way. The topic today is on the course of miracles and the speaker is dry and boring with no wit. The speaker I really want to hear is away in Bend, Oregon this weekend. I wish she would bring me some of her latest CDs, so I can share with the ministers at the church I regular attend. I think if they heard her speak, they would invite her to speak. Gee, she already has a speaking engagement in January at the other church I attend on Tuesday nights when I’m not somewhere else.
Shit, I hate sitting at home… doing nothing. When I can be out connecting with other like-minded souls. So what if the speaker is not entertaining, at lease I can be out there socially interacting. I think I better get on the phone and get my butt to church. May be the speaker won’t be so bad as I think… I’m outta hear!
Love and Blessings.
Shit, I hate sitting at home… doing nothing. When I can be out connecting with other like-minded souls. So what if the speaker is not entertaining, at lease I can be out there socially interacting. I think I better get on the phone and get my butt to church. May be the speaker won’t be so bad as I think… I’m outta hear!
Love and Blessings.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Three Thanksgiving Day Monsters
At our writing class on Tuesday, Anakha brought some oracle cards. I drew a card with the figure of a man with three ghostly figures surfacing from his head. I quickly wrote down the words, which came to mind upon drawing the card.
Ghosts of my mind. I am Manasseh, embracing the monsters in my head. I am not afraid of these monsters, for I made them my friends. Three ghosts are howling at me. “Please take care of me.”
As the writing exercise progress, I found myself taking dictation from an invisible force. Feeling rested, I can edit the words in the paragraph that I wrote on Tuesday night.
One ghost howled: “Take care of my bills.”
A second ghost howled: “Take care of my apartment.”
And the third ghost howled: “Take care of my body.”
I blog here this Thanksgiving morning with the critical mind fully engaged, thinking to myself, I have nowhere to go for Thanksgiving day dinner. The plans didn’t pan out as I hope for. Oh well, that’s life. I told everyone at work and at church, I had a place to go for Thanksgiving dinner. I will stay home today and watch the Thanksgiving Day parade and a lot of football. I got plenty of food in the fridge. I will be fine. And besides, who wants to wait for a bus on a cold day?
I return back to my notes in my notebook from Tuesday night writing class. It was if a invisible force was taking control of my hand. It must be Manasseh, my alter ego. Who else could it be? I want to edit my notes into comprehension thought.
Manasseh: “Please take of me…”
Peter: “Take care of who?”
Manasseh: “Don’t stop (writing)…”
Peter: “How do I take care of you?”
Manasseh: “You are you… Take care of your things.”
Peter: “No… It’s something invisible…”
Manasseh: “You’re wrong, it’s both. Pay your bills. Clean and F.S. your apartment. Take care of health… Eat right. We are the three monsters.”
Peter: “Huh? What? Manasseh divided himself into three beings… three monsters?”
Manasseh: “P.S. The Universe wants to take care of you… You are the Universe.”
There is a lot here in my notes that I do not understand. What does F.S stands for? Who are the three monsters and what do they want from me? How can Manasseh dived himself into three beings? The only way I can figure this out is to biog tonight when I’m tired… When I’ll be out of my mind.
Right now, I want to watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade and some football. Eat breakfast.
Happy Thanksgiving. Love and Blessings.
Ghosts of my mind. I am Manasseh, embracing the monsters in my head. I am not afraid of these monsters, for I made them my friends. Three ghosts are howling at me. “Please take care of me.”
As the writing exercise progress, I found myself taking dictation from an invisible force. Feeling rested, I can edit the words in the paragraph that I wrote on Tuesday night.
One ghost howled: “Take care of my bills.”
A second ghost howled: “Take care of my apartment.”
And the third ghost howled: “Take care of my body.”
I blog here this Thanksgiving morning with the critical mind fully engaged, thinking to myself, I have nowhere to go for Thanksgiving day dinner. The plans didn’t pan out as I hope for. Oh well, that’s life. I told everyone at work and at church, I had a place to go for Thanksgiving dinner. I will stay home today and watch the Thanksgiving Day parade and a lot of football. I got plenty of food in the fridge. I will be fine. And besides, who wants to wait for a bus on a cold day?
I return back to my notes in my notebook from Tuesday night writing class. It was if a invisible force was taking control of my hand. It must be Manasseh, my alter ego. Who else could it be? I want to edit my notes into comprehension thought.
Manasseh: “Please take of me…”
Peter: “Take care of who?”
Manasseh: “Don’t stop (writing)…”
Peter: “How do I take care of you?”
Manasseh: “You are you… Take care of your things.”
Peter: “No… It’s something invisible…”
Manasseh: “You’re wrong, it’s both. Pay your bills. Clean and F.S. your apartment. Take care of health… Eat right. We are the three monsters.”
Peter: “Huh? What? Manasseh divided himself into three beings… three monsters?”
Manasseh: “P.S. The Universe wants to take care of you… You are the Universe.”
There is a lot here in my notes that I do not understand. What does F.S stands for? Who are the three monsters and what do they want from me? How can Manasseh dived himself into three beings? The only way I can figure this out is to biog tonight when I’m tired… When I’ll be out of my mind.
Right now, I want to watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade and some football. Eat breakfast.
Happy Thanksgiving. Love and Blessings.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Body Talk: Part 2
My hair wants to speak up:
Why did you cut me off? I was so beautiful upon your head. I can’t wait to grow back.
I may keep my hair short. The ladies like it short.
What? Keep me short… how could you? What do girls know anyway? I want to be long, flowing, white and beautiful. I am a warrior… A mighty warrior. Why do you listen to outside forces who do not know any better?
Why did you cut me off? I was so beautiful upon your head. I can’t wait to grow back.
I may keep my hair short. The ladies like it short.
What? Keep me short… how could you? What do girls know anyway? I want to be long, flowing, white and beautiful. I am a warrior… A mighty warrior. Why do you listen to outside forces who do not know any better?
Monday, November 19, 2007
I Show Up As Raw Truth
Once it’s on, it’s on… it’s not going to turn off…
What is on?
My raw truth… my radical honesty.
My dark secrets are being reveal
I’m drunken with love’s madness
To be revealing my darkest secrets is liberating.
The Mormon Church is ok right where it is.
Martie and Christine are beautiful and perfect right where they are.
The elixir of loves presences is the truth of all things…
Everything will be healed and forgiven.
I don’t give a shit about the truth that’s presides in organized religion. I only care about what I can feel in my heart… the fire in my belly… the Spirit that dwells within this body. I made vow to live fully within this body. I will continually show up in radiant love. I will speak my truth. I will walk my walk. I will dance my dance. Although, it may not look perfect to you, it’s mine to have. It is myself expression… and I’ll do it however its pleases the God in me.
I love to dance and to express myself. I have found a venue that supports that need for self expression. The energy in that venue vibrates at a higher rate than previous known.
Time has expired. Love and Blessings.
What is on?
My raw truth… my radical honesty.
My dark secrets are being reveal
I’m drunken with love’s madness
To be revealing my darkest secrets is liberating.
The Mormon Church is ok right where it is.
Martie and Christine are beautiful and perfect right where they are.
The elixir of loves presences is the truth of all things…
Everything will be healed and forgiven.
I don’t give a shit about the truth that’s presides in organized religion. I only care about what I can feel in my heart… the fire in my belly… the Spirit that dwells within this body. I made vow to live fully within this body. I will continually show up in radiant love. I will speak my truth. I will walk my walk. I will dance my dance. Although, it may not look perfect to you, it’s mine to have. It is myself expression… and I’ll do it however its pleases the God in me.
I love to dance and to express myself. I have found a venue that supports that need for self expression. The energy in that venue vibrates at a higher rate than previous known.
Time has expired. Love and Blessings.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Healing
Forgiving the Mormon Church
Manasseh: Why is you heart, anti-Mormon church?
Peter: I’m not anti-Mormon.
Manasseh: Your heart is anti-Mormon church, I know the feelings of your heart. Whenever a member of the church comes in to Home Depot to greet you. You recoiled.
Peter: I do?
Manasseh: You cannot be coy with me, your own self. This is radical honesty time. I want to know why your heart feels this way. What did the Mormon church do to you that made you feel this way?
Peter: They made me feel like I was a sinner… Worthless and small.
Manasseh: They made you feel… Or you gave them permission to make you feel like you were a sinner… Worthless and small.
Peter: I gave them permission to make feel that way… Did it to myself. They didn’t make me feel anything. They didn’t do anything to me. I did it all to myself.
Manasseh: Yes, Peter. You did to yourself. This is called personal responsibility. The church has some responsibility of its own, by teaching its members, if they don’t follow the commandments of God, they are made to feel small and unworthy.
Peter: This leads me to a redundant question. Why do the members of the Mormon Church need to follow God’s commandments? I’m not sure if I understand anymore.
Manasseh: The commandments, or rather, the rules of the church are set up to protect the “flock” from wondering off into other “pastures.” The biblical Jesus often refers to his followers as his flock, or his sheep. The church had to set up boundaries to prevent its membership from exploring new areas of the mind and the heart. The church knew if they lost control over its followers, it would loosed its power and profits.
Peter: Manasseh, why are you so wise? Where do you get your wisdom?
Two days later…
Manasseh: Peter, are going to finish this blog?
Peter: that’s my intent.
Manasseh: Okay Peter, how do you intend to heal the rift between you and Martie Geltz?
Peter: I have nothing against Martie. I forgave her.
Manasseh: Forgive her of what? What did she do? Come on Peter, spill your beans.
Peter: why? People read this blog. My Dad read this blog. My Dad knows nothing about my debt to Martie. I pay my debt to Martie a year ago.
Manasseh: The truth is you ban Martie from your life for threatening to take you to court over the $600.00 you owed her.
Peter: Stop it, Manasseh. You’re embarrassing me. I didn’t like the idea of going to court when I have the fund to paid my debt.
Manasseh: Wow Peter, I thought you were all about your truth… your raw truth. It was a lot of money, wasn’t it Peter. You’re still mad at Martie, aren’t you Peter. Does the truth hurts?
Peter: Martie is dealing with own issues. She doesn’t want me in her life right now. She doesn’t want Anakha, Aminga, Lisa or Gene in her life. Do you expect me to publish this blog tonight?
Manasseh: Yes Peter, I do. Martie has been hurt. Her own beloveds wounded her. Anakha is doing everything in her power to heal that wound. You need to keep your heart open and ready to respond when the circle is call together.
Peter: What circle? When? How long are you going to keep me up tonight? I’m tired. I have to work tomorrow.
Manasseh: You know Anakha is forming the MA circle for healing old wounds. As a part of your healing, and forgiving those around you and including yourself, I want you to put it out there to the Universe. Yes, publish this blog and know when you go to bed, you will be bless with dreams of the beloved.
Peter: You’re kidding?
Manasseh: I don’t joke around when its come to matter of the heart. Love and Blessings, Peter. Go to bed, dear one.
Manasseh: Why is you heart, anti-Mormon church?
Peter: I’m not anti-Mormon.
Manasseh: Your heart is anti-Mormon church, I know the feelings of your heart. Whenever a member of the church comes in to Home Depot to greet you. You recoiled.
Peter: I do?
Manasseh: You cannot be coy with me, your own self. This is radical honesty time. I want to know why your heart feels this way. What did the Mormon church do to you that made you feel this way?
Peter: They made me feel like I was a sinner… Worthless and small.
Manasseh: They made you feel… Or you gave them permission to make you feel like you were a sinner… Worthless and small.
Peter: I gave them permission to make feel that way… Did it to myself. They didn’t make me feel anything. They didn’t do anything to me. I did it all to myself.
Manasseh: Yes, Peter. You did to yourself. This is called personal responsibility. The church has some responsibility of its own, by teaching its members, if they don’t follow the commandments of God, they are made to feel small and unworthy.
Peter: This leads me to a redundant question. Why do the members of the Mormon Church need to follow God’s commandments? I’m not sure if I understand anymore.
Manasseh: The commandments, or rather, the rules of the church are set up to protect the “flock” from wondering off into other “pastures.” The biblical Jesus often refers to his followers as his flock, or his sheep. The church had to set up boundaries to prevent its membership from exploring new areas of the mind and the heart. The church knew if they lost control over its followers, it would loosed its power and profits.
Peter: Manasseh, why are you so wise? Where do you get your wisdom?
Two days later…
Manasseh: Peter, are going to finish this blog?
Peter: that’s my intent.
Manasseh: Okay Peter, how do you intend to heal the rift between you and Martie Geltz?
Peter: I have nothing against Martie. I forgave her.
Manasseh: Forgive her of what? What did she do? Come on Peter, spill your beans.
Peter: why? People read this blog. My Dad read this blog. My Dad knows nothing about my debt to Martie. I pay my debt to Martie a year ago.
Manasseh: The truth is you ban Martie from your life for threatening to take you to court over the $600.00 you owed her.
Peter: Stop it, Manasseh. You’re embarrassing me. I didn’t like the idea of going to court when I have the fund to paid my debt.
Manasseh: Wow Peter, I thought you were all about your truth… your raw truth. It was a lot of money, wasn’t it Peter. You’re still mad at Martie, aren’t you Peter. Does the truth hurts?
Peter: Martie is dealing with own issues. She doesn’t want me in her life right now. She doesn’t want Anakha, Aminga, Lisa or Gene in her life. Do you expect me to publish this blog tonight?
Manasseh: Yes Peter, I do. Martie has been hurt. Her own beloveds wounded her. Anakha is doing everything in her power to heal that wound. You need to keep your heart open and ready to respond when the circle is call together.
Peter: What circle? When? How long are you going to keep me up tonight? I’m tired. I have to work tomorrow.
Manasseh: You know Anakha is forming the MA circle for healing old wounds. As a part of your healing, and forgiving those around you and including yourself, I want you to put it out there to the Universe. Yes, publish this blog and know when you go to bed, you will be bless with dreams of the beloved.
Peter: You’re kidding?
Manasseh: I don’t joke around when its come to matter of the heart. Love and Blessings, Peter. Go to bed, dear one.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Words and phrases…
What do they all mean?
Write into it.
Write into what?
What you know…
What you feel…
What you believe…
What you trust…
What I trust? What I trust?
I trust the Universe.
I trust the Universe to get me there.
I have to trust… I need to trust… I choose to trust.
It’s what gets me through to the other side…
The other side of the pain.
The other side of the fear.
Why is there pain everywhere I see?
On every face that pass by me?
Is the world so full of pain that they can’t feel anymore?
They can’t feel their hearts…
They can’t feel their beloveds…
They can’t feel their desires… their passions… their dreams…
They can’t feel their breath…
They can’t feel their bellies burn with fire…
They become empty…
They become numb…
Without the fire, there is no life… they will die.
God is the fire, the passion that burns within the belly.
God is the heart that beats for the beloved.
God is the breath that breathes every emotion within the body.
God is the desire that drives every dream.
One question remains…
Can love heal the pain?
What do they all mean?
Write into it.
Write into what?
What you know…
What you feel…
What you believe…
What you trust…
What I trust? What I trust?
I trust the Universe.
I trust the Universe to get me there.
I have to trust… I need to trust… I choose to trust.
It’s what gets me through to the other side…
The other side of the pain.
The other side of the fear.
Why is there pain everywhere I see?
On every face that pass by me?
Is the world so full of pain that they can’t feel anymore?
They can’t feel their hearts…
They can’t feel their beloveds…
They can’t feel their desires… their passions… their dreams…
They can’t feel their breath…
They can’t feel their bellies burn with fire…
They become empty…
They become numb…
Without the fire, there is no life… they will die.
God is the fire, the passion that burns within the belly.
God is the heart that beats for the beloved.
God is the breath that breathes every emotion within the body.
God is the desire that drives every dream.
One question remains…
Can love heal the pain?
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Body Talk: Part 1
What does my left elbow have to say to me?
You hold me in… You covered me up. I want to be out in the open… I want to be naked. Yes, I am boning. So what if I’m ugly. But, I would love a tan.
You hold me in… You covered me up. I want to be out in the open… I want to be naked. Yes, I am boning. So what if I’m ugly. But, I would love a tan.
The Guru That I Am
This E-mail from my teacher…
Inspire me
Enrich me
Feed me
Where are you?
I want your words!
xo,
Anakha
If we align ourselves with one side
or the other, we will lose our chance
to work for peace. Reconciliation
requires understanding both sides
in order to bring about peace.
~ author unknown ~
GURU: Gee, yoU Are yoU ~ Rev. Berry Dennis
I am the Guru working for peace…
I am the Guru working for light…
I am the Guru working for spirit…
I am the Guru working for loves presences…
I am the Guru working for the Karmic Lords…
I am the Guru working for the Ascended Masters…
Why are you doing this work? I asked myself...
I want to cooperate fully with the Universe. I want to be in the flow of loves presences. I love Yeshua. I am radiant love. I am the lover. I am the sacred fire. My belly is on fire. I have the power to heal. Yeshua commands my heart. When I show up as the Guru that I am, I’m stepping out of the mundane, cripple body.
Write into the essences of Manasseh… Who is Manasseh?
Radiant light
Radiant love
Caring
Compassionate
Lover
Seeking the lover
Intuitive
Healer
Psychic
Way-shower
Open hearted
Radical honest
Peaceful
Peacemaker
Wisdom minded
Seeking wisdom
Crabby when tired
The sacred fire
My truth is raw
I slobber
I drool
I shuffle
I walked with a gate
My speech is slur
My mind is sharp
My heart is opened
I show up
Do people want to see me?
I don’t care
I just show up
I speak my truth
I walked my walk
I danced my dance
I rock my world.
I am Manasseh
Love and Blessings
Inspire me
Enrich me
Feed me
Where are you?
I want your words!
xo,
Anakha
If we align ourselves with one side
or the other, we will lose our chance
to work for peace. Reconciliation
requires understanding both sides
in order to bring about peace.
~ author unknown ~
GURU: Gee, yoU Are yoU ~ Rev. Berry Dennis
I am the Guru working for peace…
I am the Guru working for light…
I am the Guru working for spirit…
I am the Guru working for loves presences…
I am the Guru working for the Karmic Lords…
I am the Guru working for the Ascended Masters…
Why are you doing this work? I asked myself...
I want to cooperate fully with the Universe. I want to be in the flow of loves presences. I love Yeshua. I am radiant love. I am the lover. I am the sacred fire. My belly is on fire. I have the power to heal. Yeshua commands my heart. When I show up as the Guru that I am, I’m stepping out of the mundane, cripple body.
Write into the essences of Manasseh… Who is Manasseh?
Radiant light
Radiant love
Caring
Compassionate
Lover
Seeking the lover
Intuitive
Healer
Psychic
Way-shower
Open hearted
Radical honest
Peaceful
Peacemaker
Wisdom minded
Seeking wisdom
Crabby when tired
The sacred fire
My truth is raw
I slobber
I drool
I shuffle
I walked with a gate
My speech is slur
My mind is sharp
My heart is opened
I show up
Do people want to see me?
I don’t care
I just show up
I speak my truth
I walked my walk
I danced my dance
I rock my world.
I am Manasseh
Love and Blessings
Monday, November 12, 2007
Radiant Light
I am here to show up as radiant light.
Light the world, I see.
I am here to show up, only all I came here to be.
I am here to show to you, the blessing that I am.
I am here to show to you, will you understand Radiant light
Come to this world, come to you, my friend
Come right here, come on down into this light, my friend
It’s all I ever known to give away
This light that shines through me, both night and day
I am here to give you,
Who I am, will you understand?
Do you understand?
And I’m ready to meet you
If you are ready to meet me
Yes, I’m ready to meet you
If you are ready to meet me
I am here as the light of creation
Shinning in everything
Shinning through my heart
Shinning through my hands
Shinning through my everything
Radiant light to shine upon you, now
Radiant light to shine upon you, now
Radiant light to shine upon you, now
Oh, just receive me
Oh, will you receive me
Oh, just receive me
I am all the light shine through me
From the beginning of time
I am here to let it be
I am radiant light and I let it shine on me
I am radiant light and I let it shine through me
I am radiant light, let it shine through me.
Lyrics By Michael Stillwater
Prayers that pack a punch!
1. This is good for me and Heaven will grant it. Beloved Yeshua to be my guide.
2. I bless and bless and bless and Praise and Praise and Praise the sleepwalking gods, people who annoy me
3. The Divine Idea, I will show up as radiant light and radiant love.
4. I Forgive Marti, Christine, and the LDS Church.
I Forgive Song
I forgive I forgive I forgive
I forgive and I just let you live
I let you be who you are
And that is a shinning star
In God’s Heaven!
Rev. Francis Lancaster
Okay, so they're not my words, but they written for me.
Light the world, I see.
I am here to show up, only all I came here to be.
I am here to show to you, the blessing that I am.
I am here to show to you, will you understand Radiant light
Come to this world, come to you, my friend
Come right here, come on down into this light, my friend
It’s all I ever known to give away
This light that shines through me, both night and day
I am here to give you,
Who I am, will you understand?
Do you understand?
And I’m ready to meet you
If you are ready to meet me
Yes, I’m ready to meet you
If you are ready to meet me
I am here as the light of creation
Shinning in everything
Shinning through my heart
Shinning through my hands
Shinning through my everything
Radiant light to shine upon you, now
Radiant light to shine upon you, now
Radiant light to shine upon you, now
Oh, just receive me
Oh, will you receive me
Oh, just receive me
I am all the light shine through me
From the beginning of time
I am here to let it be
I am radiant light and I let it shine on me
I am radiant light and I let it shine through me
I am radiant light, let it shine through me.
Lyrics By Michael Stillwater
Prayers that pack a punch!
1. This is good for me and Heaven will grant it. Beloved Yeshua to be my guide.
2. I bless and bless and bless and Praise and Praise and Praise the sleepwalking gods, people who annoy me
3. The Divine Idea, I will show up as radiant light and radiant love.
4. I Forgive Marti, Christine, and the LDS Church.
I Forgive Song
I forgive I forgive I forgive
I forgive and I just let you live
I let you be who you are
And that is a shinning star
In God’s Heaven!
Rev. Francis Lancaster
Okay, so they're not my words, but they written for me.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Mystical Activism 2005 - 2006 - December Homework Assignment
The following is a paper, written in December of 2005. Some noticeable highlights as you read... The first glimpse of Peter dealings with his alter-ego, Manasseh (they're my dealings with Manasseh)... My disrespectful attitude towards the former church I'd attented... Also, a lot of heartache and pain. Interesting read... Enjoy.
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“Martie is going to kill me!” I thought to myself. “No, she won’t,” answer a voice from inside my head. “Why do you think that?” “Because, I haven’t done my homework assignment that is due in January.” “Big procrastinator,” reply the voice. “Yea, but I did go home on Saturday night in December’s MA weekend, and I logon to Papa Ji’s website and read all about him.” I told the voice. “Yes, but you didn’t write your reflection paper on Papa Ji,” said the voice.
“Hey!” I cried out. “You better not be the same voice, that told me, I was going to married Kay when I was a practicing Mormon. I told you, to leave me alone and never speak to me ever again.” No reply came from the voice from my head. “Hmmm,” I thought, “something fishy.” I waited a minute and nothing else happen, so I went on about my business.
It have been about two years since I have left the Mormon Church and set out on my new spiritual path. Happiness had returned to my presents. New people had entered into my life and had brought gifts of knowledge. Two years ago, I would not have any kind of contact with, what members of the Mormon Church called, “Woo Woo people.” Prejudice and labeling seems so remote to me, now. I’m happy to report; I am one of those “Woo Woo people.”
As I reflect back on the days when I was involved with the Mormon Church, they give you the gift of “The Holy Ghost,” when you’re baptize into the Church. The Holy Ghost is sometimes referred to as the still small voice, when cultivated after a number of years, will begin to speak to you, in my case, as a voice inside my head. Could I have imaged this voice? Was I insane or mad? I don’t know. All I remembered, was my feelings were shut down and my heart closed off. I was taught you obey the commandments of God, and the still small voice. The Holy Ghost will never lead you astray.
In my view, the Holy Ghost will make you miserable if you’re not doing what you’re suppose to do, i.e. Keeping the “Mormon” commandments of God. I had many feelings and desires I wanted to express, but I wasn’t allowed to, this according to the dogmatic laws of the church. You were not allowed to feel or express anything from you heart, this could lead to “temptation and sin.” The leadership of church always taught you to listen to the voice of the Holy Ghost.
I observe many single members of the Mormon Church going through “the revolving door” of marriage. Single members would marry, only to find themselves back in the singles program of the church, after a short few months of marriage. Then, I would hear they have gone right back into another marriage. I was not exempt to the revolving door of marriage and divorce. Of course, there were those that were told by “the voice” they would marry someone only to have their desires dash against the rocks of reality. The other party didn’t reciprocate or was told, they’re not the one, by “the voice.” Such as the case with Kay Murphy. I was told; I’d was not the one for her by the Holy Ghost.
How barbaric is this thought? Being told by imagery voice, not to love another human soul to cover up feelings of the heart and to with hold the expression of love is nothing short of pride and prejudice. No wonder the mystic, Andrew Harvey is so verbal against self-righteous religion. Four years ago, I curse myself and the god who wrote this law of pride and prejudice.
“What do you mean; you curse yourself and the god who wrote the law of pride and prejudice? That doesn’t make sense,” said the voice, returning again.
“Ahh, you’re back. Are you here to help me write my reflection paper?” I asked the voice.
“Martie is going to think either you’re insane or you cannot write proper sentence structure. Why are dragging me, the voice inside your head, into this paper?” asked the voice.
“I’m writing whatever goes through my mind,” I told the voice.
“I think you’re just filling space,” said the voice. “Besides, your flingers on the keyboard can never keep up with your mind. So, it is futile to write down everything that goes through your mind. You need to turn the TV off and call you mother for the information you need.”
I did turn off the TV and I did called my mother. Actually, I talked to my Dad. He going to call me back with the information I needed.
“See, what did I tell you? It’s been at least 30 minutes since you had those thoughts. It takes you even more time to check your spelling, grammar and punctuation on the computer. Your will never keep up with your mind, no matter how hard you try.”
“I can always slow you down,” I told the voice.
“No, you can’t! You only choose what you’re going put down on paper. In your case, typing on to a electronic file, which holds your thoughts and ideas. I’m going to leave you now. But, before I do, you need to clarify your statement as to why did you curse yourself and the Universe for an idea that God had nothing to do with.”
“I didn’t curse the Universe!”
“Yes, you did. Are you, yourself a part of the Universe? You curse yourself you curse the Universe. You curse Kay, you curse the Universe.”
“Hey, wait a minute! I never said, that I curse Kay.”
“You said, you curse the god who wrote the thought or idea of pride and prejudice. Peter dear, pride and prejudice is not a law; it’s a choice. Kay rejected you of her own free will and choice. Kay could not hold you in her heart.”
“What! What do you mean she couldn’t hold me in her heart? Where did this idea come from?” I demanded to know.
“Perhaps, another time. I need to go. You need to go. May be, you can meditate on it.”
“Wait! You can’t leave me now. Who are you anyway?”
“Good-bye dear one,”
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“Martie is going to kill me!” I thought to myself. “No, she won’t,” answer a voice from inside my head. “Why do you think that?” “Because, I haven’t done my homework assignment that is due in January.” “Big procrastinator,” reply the voice. “Yea, but I did go home on Saturday night in December’s MA weekend, and I logon to Papa Ji’s website and read all about him.” I told the voice. “Yes, but you didn’t write your reflection paper on Papa Ji,” said the voice.
“Hey!” I cried out. “You better not be the same voice, that told me, I was going to married Kay when I was a practicing Mormon. I told you, to leave me alone and never speak to me ever again.” No reply came from the voice from my head. “Hmmm,” I thought, “something fishy.” I waited a minute and nothing else happen, so I went on about my business.
It have been about two years since I have left the Mormon Church and set out on my new spiritual path. Happiness had returned to my presents. New people had entered into my life and had brought gifts of knowledge. Two years ago, I would not have any kind of contact with, what members of the Mormon Church called, “Woo Woo people.” Prejudice and labeling seems so remote to me, now. I’m happy to report; I am one of those “Woo Woo people.”
As I reflect back on the days when I was involved with the Mormon Church, they give you the gift of “The Holy Ghost,” when you’re baptize into the Church. The Holy Ghost is sometimes referred to as the still small voice, when cultivated after a number of years, will begin to speak to you, in my case, as a voice inside my head. Could I have imaged this voice? Was I insane or mad? I don’t know. All I remembered, was my feelings were shut down and my heart closed off. I was taught you obey the commandments of God, and the still small voice. The Holy Ghost will never lead you astray.
In my view, the Holy Ghost will make you miserable if you’re not doing what you’re suppose to do, i.e. Keeping the “Mormon” commandments of God. I had many feelings and desires I wanted to express, but I wasn’t allowed to, this according to the dogmatic laws of the church. You were not allowed to feel or express anything from you heart, this could lead to “temptation and sin.” The leadership of church always taught you to listen to the voice of the Holy Ghost.
I observe many single members of the Mormon Church going through “the revolving door” of marriage. Single members would marry, only to find themselves back in the singles program of the church, after a short few months of marriage. Then, I would hear they have gone right back into another marriage. I was not exempt to the revolving door of marriage and divorce. Of course, there were those that were told by “the voice” they would marry someone only to have their desires dash against the rocks of reality. The other party didn’t reciprocate or was told, they’re not the one, by “the voice.” Such as the case with Kay Murphy. I was told; I’d was not the one for her by the Holy Ghost.
How barbaric is this thought? Being told by imagery voice, not to love another human soul to cover up feelings of the heart and to with hold the expression of love is nothing short of pride and prejudice. No wonder the mystic, Andrew Harvey is so verbal against self-righteous religion. Four years ago, I curse myself and the god who wrote this law of pride and prejudice.
“What do you mean; you curse yourself and the god who wrote the law of pride and prejudice? That doesn’t make sense,” said the voice, returning again.
“Ahh, you’re back. Are you here to help me write my reflection paper?” I asked the voice.
“Martie is going to think either you’re insane or you cannot write proper sentence structure. Why are dragging me, the voice inside your head, into this paper?” asked the voice.
“I’m writing whatever goes through my mind,” I told the voice.
“I think you’re just filling space,” said the voice. “Besides, your flingers on the keyboard can never keep up with your mind. So, it is futile to write down everything that goes through your mind. You need to turn the TV off and call you mother for the information you need.”
I did turn off the TV and I did called my mother. Actually, I talked to my Dad. He going to call me back with the information I needed.
“See, what did I tell you? It’s been at least 30 minutes since you had those thoughts. It takes you even more time to check your spelling, grammar and punctuation on the computer. Your will never keep up with your mind, no matter how hard you try.”
“I can always slow you down,” I told the voice.
“No, you can’t! You only choose what you’re going put down on paper. In your case, typing on to a electronic file, which holds your thoughts and ideas. I’m going to leave you now. But, before I do, you need to clarify your statement as to why did you curse yourself and the Universe for an idea that God had nothing to do with.”
“I didn’t curse the Universe!”
“Yes, you did. Are you, yourself a part of the Universe? You curse yourself you curse the Universe. You curse Kay, you curse the Universe.”
“Hey, wait a minute! I never said, that I curse Kay.”
“You said, you curse the god who wrote the thought or idea of pride and prejudice. Peter dear, pride and prejudice is not a law; it’s a choice. Kay rejected you of her own free will and choice. Kay could not hold you in her heart.”
“What! What do you mean she couldn’t hold me in her heart? Where did this idea come from?” I demanded to know.
“Perhaps, another time. I need to go. You need to go. May be, you can meditate on it.”
“Wait! You can’t leave me now. Who are you anyway?”
“Good-bye dear one,”
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Kundalini Golf
Is golf a spiritual practice?
My Dad bends down and places a golf ball on to a wooden tea. A golf ball is a one and a half inch diameter sphere, usually white, covered with tiny dimples embedded into a sealed plastic surface. He takes one of his clubs and addresses the golf ball. By addressing the golf ball, Dad spreads his legs apart; he then bends his back at the base of the spin. Without taking his eyes off the ball, he lines his club up with the ball.
Dad begins his swing by retracting his club back over and behind his head. With all of his force, he brings his club back around his body. He does this repeatedly until the ball reaches the green. Dad than bends at the waist, griping a putter in his hands, he taps the ball into the cup.
Kundalini is the spiritual energy release into the body by bending and twisting of the spin at the pelvis. Dad may be unaware of the kundalini chorusing through his body, he’s in vibrant health at the ripe old age of 81. Dad has been playing golf since the day I was born. Fifty years of Kundalini golf must be good for an old men’s body.
Remember, its doesn’t matter where the golf ball goes, or how long it takes to hit the golf ball into the cup. All that matter, is the excise of walking upon the green carpet of mother earth, breathing in the crisp air. And the raising kundalini within the body.
I was in ignorance back in my Mormon days. I thought the game of golf was totally waste of time and energy. Golf is my Dad’s church. Golf is my Dad’s spiritual practice.
Love and Blessing Dad.
My Dad bends down and places a golf ball on to a wooden tea. A golf ball is a one and a half inch diameter sphere, usually white, covered with tiny dimples embedded into a sealed plastic surface. He takes one of his clubs and addresses the golf ball. By addressing the golf ball, Dad spreads his legs apart; he then bends his back at the base of the spin. Without taking his eyes off the ball, he lines his club up with the ball.
Dad begins his swing by retracting his club back over and behind his head. With all of his force, he brings his club back around his body. He does this repeatedly until the ball reaches the green. Dad than bends at the waist, griping a putter in his hands, he taps the ball into the cup.
Kundalini is the spiritual energy release into the body by bending and twisting of the spin at the pelvis. Dad may be unaware of the kundalini chorusing through his body, he’s in vibrant health at the ripe old age of 81. Dad has been playing golf since the day I was born. Fifty years of Kundalini golf must be good for an old men’s body.
Remember, its doesn’t matter where the golf ball goes, or how long it takes to hit the golf ball into the cup. All that matter, is the excise of walking upon the green carpet of mother earth, breathing in the crisp air. And the raising kundalini within the body.
I was in ignorance back in my Mormon days. I thought the game of golf was totally waste of time and energy. Golf is my Dad’s church. Golf is my Dad’s spiritual practice.
Love and Blessing Dad.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
The Identity Of Manasseh
Identify yourself! Who are you? What’s your name? What’s your title? What is your agenda? Who do you work for? What is in your heart right now? Who influence this blog?
My name is Manasseh. I am Manasseh.
My title is the mystic warrior. I’m not the only mystic warrior running around on the planet. There are others like me. We are also known as light warriors.
I also have other titles. I am a mystical healer. I am a instrument for Yeshua.
My agenda is to participate in the great healing work of all beings, as they awaken to their true natural state, and join the great Transcendence, which is about to place on the planet.
Who do I work for? I work for Spirit. That unseen realm of light beings, whose desire is nothing more than to bring the inhabitants of this blue marble into a higher state of consciousness. I work for the karma lords and ascended masters whose oversees the work of the rebirth of humanity.
My heart is overflowing with compassion. The state of love, forgiveness, compassion, generosity, gratitude, wisdom, and peace are my core values. If I’m out of alignment with one of these values, I’m out of alignment with my true source. That source is called by many names.
I am influenced by the writings of Anakha Shannon Coman. Of all the beings that I have encounter, no one has ever cause me to split open my heart like a pomegranate and to looked inside at the dark places.
I am asked to end this blog entry for the night. Love and Blessings to my beloved community.
My name is Manasseh. I am Manasseh.
My title is the mystic warrior. I’m not the only mystic warrior running around on the planet. There are others like me. We are also known as light warriors.
I also have other titles. I am a mystical healer. I am a instrument for Yeshua.
My agenda is to participate in the great healing work of all beings, as they awaken to their true natural state, and join the great Transcendence, which is about to place on the planet.
Who do I work for? I work for Spirit. That unseen realm of light beings, whose desire is nothing more than to bring the inhabitants of this blue marble into a higher state of consciousness. I work for the karma lords and ascended masters whose oversees the work of the rebirth of humanity.
My heart is overflowing with compassion. The state of love, forgiveness, compassion, generosity, gratitude, wisdom, and peace are my core values. If I’m out of alignment with one of these values, I’m out of alignment with my true source. That source is called by many names.
I am influenced by the writings of Anakha Shannon Coman. Of all the beings that I have encounter, no one has ever cause me to split open my heart like a pomegranate and to looked inside at the dark places.
I am asked to end this blog entry for the night. Love and Blessings to my beloved community.
Saturday, November 3, 2007
This Time, I Really Lost My Mind
30 minutes later…
I tried going to sleep… but my wouldn’t turn off. Oh, great! Here I am again, blogging at 1:30 am. I wonder if I can access him again?
Who?
Yeshua.
Who is that?
Uh oh, wrong guy. I guess I did blow it. He’s gone.
Who is gone?
Whom am I talking to?
To me, your imagination.
It’s almost two in the morning and I’m talking to myself. What a waste of time.
Like I said, time is a little relevance here. I am going straight to point before you crash. Do you know what channeling is?
Yes.
I choose you to channeled me, your Beloved.
Uh oh, my imagination wants me to channel Yeshua, the Beloved. I heard about these people who think they’re Jesus Christ, only to be diagnose with some sort of metal illness and are institutionalize for a brief time, then thrown out, on to the street, left homeless with nowhere to go and no one to love. No thank you. I think I will keep my sound mind.
You know in your heart this is what you came here to do. There are people on the planet who are compassionate healers, way-showing mystics, spiritual avatars and reincarnated masters. You are one of these, Manasseh. It’s now time to bring your full gifts to the world. There will be ample opportunity to practice your craft. It will become second nature to you. There is nothing to fear… to worry; I will always be by your side, above and below, all around and inside.
You sound like that New Thought song.
I know, I was the one who wrote the words to the song. Only the words got downloaded. I am going to leave you now. Your mind will turn off and you will fall a sleep.
I don’t feel tired. Some how, I feel energize. Oh well…
Love and Blessings
I tried going to sleep… but my wouldn’t turn off. Oh, great! Here I am again, blogging at 1:30 am. I wonder if I can access him again?
Who?
Yeshua.
Who is that?
Uh oh, wrong guy. I guess I did blow it. He’s gone.
Who is gone?
Whom am I talking to?
To me, your imagination.
It’s almost two in the morning and I’m talking to myself. What a waste of time.
Like I said, time is a little relevance here. I am going straight to point before you crash. Do you know what channeling is?
Yes.
I choose you to channeled me, your Beloved.
Uh oh, my imagination wants me to channel Yeshua, the Beloved. I heard about these people who think they’re Jesus Christ, only to be diagnose with some sort of metal illness and are institutionalize for a brief time, then thrown out, on to the street, left homeless with nowhere to go and no one to love. No thank you. I think I will keep my sound mind.
You know in your heart this is what you came here to do. There are people on the planet who are compassionate healers, way-showing mystics, spiritual avatars and reincarnated masters. You are one of these, Manasseh. It’s now time to bring your full gifts to the world. There will be ample opportunity to practice your craft. It will become second nature to you. There is nothing to fear… to worry; I will always be by your side, above and below, all around and inside.
You sound like that New Thought song.
I know, I was the one who wrote the words to the song. Only the words got downloaded. I am going to leave you now. Your mind will turn off and you will fall a sleep.
I don’t feel tired. Some how, I feel energize. Oh well…
Love and Blessings
Yeshua and Manasseh
I always wonder what life was like walking with Yeshua. My heart desire a glimpse of the incredible journey we had together. I put it out to the Universe to know a gifted medium – hypnotherapist for past lives regression.
I feel tired… I am out of control. It’s late and I’m blogging.
There is a part of me that knew Jesus Christ.
I don’t like that name… People have polluted the name of Christ.
People have profane the name… People have murder in that name.
He has told me, He is known by many names. Pick a name that will endear me to Him. He has told me, He has always been with me, and He has never left my side, no matter what I did or how I felt about myself. He has told me, He is my Spirit Guide. How can I go wrong with Him by my side?
I’m getting tired. I’m going mad… Mad with love for the Divine… Mad with compassion for ever human being. I lost my mind. All comprehension thought is gone. Now what do I do?
Turn off the TV and put on some trance music. No, Peter. Not the radio… Not Coast To Coast AM. I said trance music.
What is Trance music? Do I have any? What does it do?
Trance music put you into hypnotic state where the beloved is touchable… where the Divine is reachable… where the God is obtainable. That pile of CD’s in front of you next to the Mac. Grab that one with the earth as the eye. Play it.
Huh? Mac? What is a Mac?
Good! You are dead to the world. You silly goose. Your iMac, you computer.
I lost my mind. I can’t think straight. It’s midnight. Who’s writing this blog? This music is too weird for me. The beat is pounded in my head. Where am I? Where is God? Who is God? Help Anakha, I don’t know up from down. My head hurts.
This is good… this is very good. You are in a perfect state where I can mold you as clay. Peter, you know that poem by Rumi you stated in the last blog.
Yeah, what about it? What does Rumi mean?
You have been looking for me all of your life. Well, it’s time for you to know your truth. You cannot play coy anymore. You cannot run away and hide you head in the sand. You cannot escape your own destiny. Do you have the guts… do you have the courage to bring your full gifts out into the open?
What are you going to do with me?
The time for playing scared is over… The time for playing small is also over… The time to discover your talent is here now. I pick you. I’ve been watching. Why do you think you had so many Angel watching and grading you for the past fifty years? Just for pleasure? No. I have a purpose for you.
I’m sure you going to tell me what it is, because it’s one o’clock in morning. Way past my bedtime.
Time has no relevancy here. Hey Peter, where are going? Don’t blow it.
I’m going to bed. Good night.
Love and Blessings.
I feel tired… I am out of control. It’s late and I’m blogging.
There is a part of me that knew Jesus Christ.
I don’t like that name… People have polluted the name of Christ.
People have profane the name… People have murder in that name.
He has told me, He is known by many names. Pick a name that will endear me to Him. He has told me, He has always been with me, and He has never left my side, no matter what I did or how I felt about myself. He has told me, He is my Spirit Guide. How can I go wrong with Him by my side?
I’m getting tired. I’m going mad… Mad with love for the Divine… Mad with compassion for ever human being. I lost my mind. All comprehension thought is gone. Now what do I do?
Turn off the TV and put on some trance music. No, Peter. Not the radio… Not Coast To Coast AM. I said trance music.
What is Trance music? Do I have any? What does it do?
Trance music put you into hypnotic state where the beloved is touchable… where the Divine is reachable… where the God is obtainable. That pile of CD’s in front of you next to the Mac. Grab that one with the earth as the eye. Play it.
Huh? Mac? What is a Mac?
Good! You are dead to the world. You silly goose. Your iMac, you computer.
I lost my mind. I can’t think straight. It’s midnight. Who’s writing this blog? This music is too weird for me. The beat is pounded in my head. Where am I? Where is God? Who is God? Help Anakha, I don’t know up from down. My head hurts.
This is good… this is very good. You are in a perfect state where I can mold you as clay. Peter, you know that poem by Rumi you stated in the last blog.
Yeah, what about it? What does Rumi mean?
You have been looking for me all of your life. Well, it’s time for you to know your truth. You cannot play coy anymore. You cannot run away and hide you head in the sand. You cannot escape your own destiny. Do you have the guts… do you have the courage to bring your full gifts out into the open?
What are you going to do with me?
The time for playing scared is over… The time for playing small is also over… The time to discover your talent is here now. I pick you. I’ve been watching. Why do you think you had so many Angel watching and grading you for the past fifty years? Just for pleasure? No. I have a purpose for you.
I’m sure you going to tell me what it is, because it’s one o’clock in morning. Way past my bedtime.
Time has no relevancy here. Hey Peter, where are going? Don’t blow it.
I’m going to bed. Good night.
Love and Blessings.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
The Return Of The Comforter
Look for the soul,
You become soul.
Hunt for the bread,
You become bread.
Whatever you look for,
You are.
~ Rumi ~
The night is coming.
I can feel it come.
I lost Berry… I lost Ken.
Now I’m going to lose Ra.
Ra is going away… going to the great unknown.
Will I say my good-byes to another soul brother?
Go deeper, Peter.
Why? I asked.
I don’t want to go deeper.
You need to go deeper into the shadow.
I can’t see my way. I will trip over a stone.
If you say you will. You will.
Hold on to your old belief and you will fall.
I don’t want to fall. I don’t like falling. It’s scary.
It’s dark. The abyss is deep and dark. I get lost in the dark.
The unknown world… The unknown universe.
The light doesn’t shine. I cannot see my way.
Wait! There is a glimmer of light off in the distance.
I see a light ahead of me…
My soul wants to go deeper into the shadows of my essence.
Why? I asked, why do I want to see the shadow side…
The dark side?
Manasseh wants to go deep and discover for myself, the dark secret places in my soul. To bring into wholeness, the wounded parts of myself that they may be heal. To embrace the broken hearted side of myself. To follow my teacher into the great abyss of the crucible. To flow with love presences to prepare myself to participate in the great Transcendence which is about to place in human history.
Why do I want to go there? Why do I want to see the ugly side, the dark side, the unpleasant side of my being? Do I want to see my temper… my anger… my rage? Who plus my buttons? Why do I want be out of control?
The rage… the madness… the sadness… the grief… the lost… the abandonment… the loneliness… the blame… the guilt… the unworthiness… the ridicule… the humiliation… the smallness… the obligation… the fear.
I start to cried. Tears dripping down my face. Then, I heard a faint whispering, “I felt these same things as you.”
Yeshua? I asked.
Yes, Manasseh, it’s me. Blessed one, you need to stop for the night. You have done enough writing for one night. Go to sleep in peace, my beloved.
Thank you, Yeshua.
Love and Blessings.
You become soul.
Hunt for the bread,
You become bread.
Whatever you look for,
You are.
~ Rumi ~
The night is coming.
I can feel it come.
I lost Berry… I lost Ken.
Now I’m going to lose Ra.
Ra is going away… going to the great unknown.
Will I say my good-byes to another soul brother?
Go deeper, Peter.
Why? I asked.
I don’t want to go deeper.
You need to go deeper into the shadow.
I can’t see my way. I will trip over a stone.
If you say you will. You will.
Hold on to your old belief and you will fall.
I don’t want to fall. I don’t like falling. It’s scary.
It’s dark. The abyss is deep and dark. I get lost in the dark.
The unknown world… The unknown universe.
The light doesn’t shine. I cannot see my way.
Wait! There is a glimmer of light off in the distance.
I see a light ahead of me…
My soul wants to go deeper into the shadows of my essence.
Why? I asked, why do I want to see the shadow side…
The dark side?
Manasseh wants to go deep and discover for myself, the dark secret places in my soul. To bring into wholeness, the wounded parts of myself that they may be heal. To embrace the broken hearted side of myself. To follow my teacher into the great abyss of the crucible. To flow with love presences to prepare myself to participate in the great Transcendence which is about to place in human history.
Why do I want to go there? Why do I want to see the ugly side, the dark side, the unpleasant side of my being? Do I want to see my temper… my anger… my rage? Who plus my buttons? Why do I want be out of control?
The rage… the madness… the sadness… the grief… the lost… the abandonment… the loneliness… the blame… the guilt… the unworthiness… the ridicule… the humiliation… the smallness… the obligation… the fear.
I start to cried. Tears dripping down my face. Then, I heard a faint whispering, “I felt these same things as you.”
Yeshua? I asked.
Yes, Manasseh, it’s me. Blessed one, you need to stop for the night. You have done enough writing for one night. Go to sleep in peace, my beloved.
Thank you, Yeshua.
Love and Blessings.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Today
I awoke this morning, melted into the presence of love. The voice in my heart was singing to me. My heart was singing to me. I could feel this intense love wash over me. I knew this was the day.
Today is the day. Are you ready? Today is not a day for fear… Not a day for procrastination. Today is not a day to hide your light under a bush. Today is not a day for nervousness. But a day for action.
I reach for the phone, and made a couple of calls. And I was met with something called resistance. I could feel that fear… That nervousness… That embarrassment coming up form the floor. I reach within me for that same presence that stir me awake this morning. My heart was immediate calm by that power and presences that resides inside me.
This is waiting game now. My intentions have been set. All I had to do was to be patient and let the Universe works its magic. I sat down to blog my feelings of this morning. I also notice I’m rested and I’m not battling with my ego. I am one with the presence of my higher power I called Manasseh.
Today is the day for Love and Blessings. Blessed Be.
Today is the day. Are you ready? Today is not a day for fear… Not a day for procrastination. Today is not a day to hide your light under a bush. Today is not a day for nervousness. But a day for action.
I reach for the phone, and made a couple of calls. And I was met with something called resistance. I could feel that fear… That nervousness… That embarrassment coming up form the floor. I reach within me for that same presence that stir me awake this morning. My heart was immediate calm by that power and presences that resides inside me.
This is waiting game now. My intentions have been set. All I had to do was to be patient and let the Universe works its magic. I sat down to blog my feelings of this morning. I also notice I’m rested and I’m not battling with my ego. I am one with the presence of my higher power I called Manasseh.
Today is the day for Love and Blessings. Blessed Be.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Omnipresence On The Internet
Guess what happens when you Google, Anakha Coman? You get a whole of info on her, and then look at the fourth listing down the page… Oh, My God! I’m on the Internet!
Yes Peter. God sees you. And God sees Anakha too. You’re in Divine Company. Now, your soul brother, Quin, knows where to find you. He is going to tell all of his soul brothers and sisters about the “You Are God!” blog.
Good! They will find the “Naked Heart” blog. Think you, Manasseh. I think the “Naked Heart” blog is a better blog than mine. I thought I was not allowed to blog late at night?
Yes Peter, we do have that agreement. It doesn’t matter which blog is better. Peter, you know better than this. Why do you stick your ego in a place where doesn’t belong? This the point why you are not suppose to blog late at night. You had a long and eventful day, and now you are tired.
But, I want to share my spiritual experiences of this day to my Beloved community… to my soul brothers and sisters.
They are going have to wait until you are rested. When your ego is out of the way. It’s eleven o’clock at night; it is your bedtime. You have to work tomorrow.
Good night… Love and Blessings
Yes Peter. God sees you. And God sees Anakha too. You’re in Divine Company. Now, your soul brother, Quin, knows where to find you. He is going to tell all of his soul brothers and sisters about the “You Are God!” blog.
Good! They will find the “Naked Heart” blog. Think you, Manasseh. I think the “Naked Heart” blog is a better blog than mine. I thought I was not allowed to blog late at night?
Yes Peter, we do have that agreement. It doesn’t matter which blog is better. Peter, you know better than this. Why do you stick your ego in a place where doesn’t belong? This the point why you are not suppose to blog late at night. You had a long and eventful day, and now you are tired.
But, I want to share my spiritual experiences of this day to my Beloved community… to my soul brothers and sisters.
They are going have to wait until you are rested. When your ego is out of the way. It’s eleven o’clock at night; it is your bedtime. You have to work tomorrow.
Good night… Love and Blessings
Saturday, October 27, 2007
The Sacred Fire of Compassion
What price do you pay to be purified by love’s fire? The sacred element carried by Yeshua when he walked the earth… That treasure I was sent into a distant land to obtain.
Borne into a physical body that was imperfect by a disease known as Cerebral Palsy. In childhood I grew, to know the pain of the taunts, the teasing, the harmful ridicule. To know the feelings of rejection and loneliness was almost unbearable. I gain some acceptances in high school by struggling to keep up with the other children. Still, I was left out many circles, I seek a religion that would elevate my social status and self worth.
I found some nurturing love in the “Mormon” circle only by following their rules, and to exclude others that would not “keep the commandments.” The restriction of the guilt to associate with “other not of the faith” was built around fear, they had some kind of communal disease found with the filthy.
I felt the urges of my body as I entered manhood. There was that dirty, unworthy feeling as I played with my penis. For thirty years, the habit has plague my heart and mind. The terror of being discovered by church authorities who that would prevent my entry into the Temple where I had the only peace I found. My mind was in a struggle, a constant battle between the flesh and the spirit. I despise my body for what it did to ridge religious mind set, my dogma mind, my monkey mind. My mind was rack with guilt, for I am a sinner.
The deep dark secret of mine is finally uncovered. Oh, the relief to be exposed and the torture mind have at last found peace. Compassion is the soothing blanket that covers every infirmity, every affliction; every self-destructed thought your minds can congers up.
Compassion is the sacred element carried by Yeshua when he walked the earth.
Compassion is that treasure I was sent into this distant land to obtain. Compassion is the result of the sacred fire that’s purified the naked heart.
It’s time to celebrate! It’s party time.
Love and Blessings
Borne into a physical body that was imperfect by a disease known as Cerebral Palsy. In childhood I grew, to know the pain of the taunts, the teasing, the harmful ridicule. To know the feelings of rejection and loneliness was almost unbearable. I gain some acceptances in high school by struggling to keep up with the other children. Still, I was left out many circles, I seek a religion that would elevate my social status and self worth.
I found some nurturing love in the “Mormon” circle only by following their rules, and to exclude others that would not “keep the commandments.” The restriction of the guilt to associate with “other not of the faith” was built around fear, they had some kind of communal disease found with the filthy.
I felt the urges of my body as I entered manhood. There was that dirty, unworthy feeling as I played with my penis. For thirty years, the habit has plague my heart and mind. The terror of being discovered by church authorities who that would prevent my entry into the Temple where I had the only peace I found. My mind was in a struggle, a constant battle between the flesh and the spirit. I despise my body for what it did to ridge religious mind set, my dogma mind, my monkey mind. My mind was rack with guilt, for I am a sinner.
The deep dark secret of mine is finally uncovered. Oh, the relief to be exposed and the torture mind have at last found peace. Compassion is the soothing blanket that covers every infirmity, every affliction; every self-destructed thought your minds can congers up.
Compassion is the sacred element carried by Yeshua when he walked the earth.
Compassion is that treasure I was sent into this distant land to obtain. Compassion is the result of the sacred fire that’s purified the naked heart.
It’s time to celebrate! It’s party time.
Love and Blessings
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Fire Changes Everything
Southern California is on fire.
On fire for God?
Maybe? Maybe not?
People hearts are in fear.
So many hearts are scared this day.
Evacuation orders,
People on the move.
From the flames of destruction, they run.
From the air choking smoke, they escaped.
Attachments gone.
Possessions lost.
Homes burned.
Businesses destroyed.
Global climate change may be to blame.
Hot temperatures forecast weather report.
When the fires are out,
The populist will rebuild,
Rebuild their lives, rebuild their homes.
Let nature be,
Mote it be.
On fire for God?
Maybe? Maybe not?
People hearts are in fear.
So many hearts are scared this day.
Evacuation orders,
People on the move.
From the flames of destruction, they run.
From the air choking smoke, they escaped.
Attachments gone.
Possessions lost.
Homes burned.
Businesses destroyed.
Global climate change may be to blame.
Hot temperatures forecast weather report.
When the fires are out,
The populist will rebuild,
Rebuild their lives, rebuild their homes.
Let nature be,
Mote it be.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
The Truth Hurts Bad, Even This Blog Is Bad
My mind jolts me awake and starts rambling at 5:30 in the morning. My mind rambles on about the nakedness of God. The fire in my heart starts to burn with the knowledge of the nakedness of God. Questions begin to rise in my mind, why do we as a culture cover up our beautiful, sacred bodies? How will we ever know the Divine if we cover up ourselves with the clothes of the ego? I think I have been influence by the writings of Anakha Coman, and I had lost my mind. So what? Big deal. Rumi lost his mind in the ecstasy of God. I must be in good company?
Could it be I was brain washed… I was reprogrammed into thinking, when Adam and Eve were found naked in the Garden of Eden, they were given garments representing the coat of skins to cover up their nakedness. When Adam and Eve discovered their nakedness, they hide from the presence of God for they were ashamed. God was angry with them for partaking of the fruit of the tree of knowledge of good and evil. Is there something I’m missing here? I don’t get it. Why would God be pissed off at his own magnificent creation dancing in the nude?
Remembering a scene from the movie, Titanic, Jack sketches a artist rendition of Rose in all her magnificent glory to which she replies to her interviewers, “It is the most erotic moment in my life.” Of course the screenplay is only fictional which gives it the most sensual moment in the whole movie. The recent experience of a young, beautiful woman baring her breasts in an act of self-expression for freedom with the Divine were both shocking and erotic for me. A part of me was surprisingly shock due to the lack of exposure to the female anatomy. Another part of me was aroused by her beauty and her willingness to display herself in celebration of the Divine sacred feminine in front of the dancing crowd.
I’m back from the day’s events… the morning at Celebration Church and the afternoon at work. It’s time to get to the point and wrap up the ramblings of this blog before my bed time.
It was if my thinking mind had made 180 degree turn back the wrong way.
STOP RIGHT THERE, MISTER! There is no WRONG WAY in this journey you are now on.
Oh boy. Here we go again. More rambling of Manasseh.
No. It is your own mind that is doing the rambling, Peter. This is the very point why you were mentally sick the last five years of your “Mormon Life.”
What do you mean by mentally sick?
Admit it, Peter. Why won’t you acknowledge the truth of who you are instead of denying it?
Do you realize people read this blog?
I understand. What? Are you afraid of a little embarrassment? Big fucking deal. What has Anakha been teaching you the past couple of months?
Okay. I’ll admit it. I watched pornography movies during the time I was attending the Temple.
Now, we’re getting somewhere. You’re making some progress.
How long do we have to continue this blog? I’m tired and I want to go bed.
It’s your choice. It’s your blog. It’s your mind, and you are responsible for your own mind. You may quit anytime you like. Just give the blog a title and you’re done. I’m sure Anakha is waiting to read it.
She going to think I’m creepy for writing about pornography.
I can’t believe you have such shallow mind to even think this way, let alone to write it. You are above it. Anakha is above it.
I always wonder how this started out as a one-person narrative, and it turns into a two people narration? I don’t know why, Manasseh, you have to butt in, when I was doing well with the one-person narrative?
Now, you’re being rude. You need to go to bed. I butt in to squish your ego, Peter.
I’m way off point of my blog. I’m just rambling now. I have lost my mind. I’m going crazy.
No, Peter, you just need go to sleep.
May be I won’t publish this crazy blog.
GOOD NITE, PETER.! Don’t forget the title.
Could it be I was brain washed… I was reprogrammed into thinking, when Adam and Eve were found naked in the Garden of Eden, they were given garments representing the coat of skins to cover up their nakedness. When Adam and Eve discovered their nakedness, they hide from the presence of God for they were ashamed. God was angry with them for partaking of the fruit of the tree of knowledge of good and evil. Is there something I’m missing here? I don’t get it. Why would God be pissed off at his own magnificent creation dancing in the nude?
Remembering a scene from the movie, Titanic, Jack sketches a artist rendition of Rose in all her magnificent glory to which she replies to her interviewers, “It is the most erotic moment in my life.” Of course the screenplay is only fictional which gives it the most sensual moment in the whole movie. The recent experience of a young, beautiful woman baring her breasts in an act of self-expression for freedom with the Divine were both shocking and erotic for me. A part of me was surprisingly shock due to the lack of exposure to the female anatomy. Another part of me was aroused by her beauty and her willingness to display herself in celebration of the Divine sacred feminine in front of the dancing crowd.
I’m back from the day’s events… the morning at Celebration Church and the afternoon at work. It’s time to get to the point and wrap up the ramblings of this blog before my bed time.
It was if my thinking mind had made 180 degree turn back the wrong way.
STOP RIGHT THERE, MISTER! There is no WRONG WAY in this journey you are now on.
Oh boy. Here we go again. More rambling of Manasseh.
No. It is your own mind that is doing the rambling, Peter. This is the very point why you were mentally sick the last five years of your “Mormon Life.”
What do you mean by mentally sick?
Admit it, Peter. Why won’t you acknowledge the truth of who you are instead of denying it?
Do you realize people read this blog?
I understand. What? Are you afraid of a little embarrassment? Big fucking deal. What has Anakha been teaching you the past couple of months?
Okay. I’ll admit it. I watched pornography movies during the time I was attending the Temple.
Now, we’re getting somewhere. You’re making some progress.
How long do we have to continue this blog? I’m tired and I want to go bed.
It’s your choice. It’s your blog. It’s your mind, and you are responsible for your own mind. You may quit anytime you like. Just give the blog a title and you’re done. I’m sure Anakha is waiting to read it.
She going to think I’m creepy for writing about pornography.
I can’t believe you have such shallow mind to even think this way, let alone to write it. You are above it. Anakha is above it.
I always wonder how this started out as a one-person narrative, and it turns into a two people narration? I don’t know why, Manasseh, you have to butt in, when I was doing well with the one-person narrative?
Now, you’re being rude. You need to go to bed. I butt in to squish your ego, Peter.
I’m way off point of my blog. I’m just rambling now. I have lost my mind. I’m going crazy.
No, Peter, you just need go to sleep.
May be I won’t publish this crazy blog.
GOOD NITE, PETER.! Don’t forget the title.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Only If You Knew What This Process Is All About
Why do we as a culture and in society mute the dying process? Let me put it another way. I would like to know why the transition process is taboo in our America society. People won’t talk about it. They don’t even deal with it. In fact, they will run and hide from their true destiny, transition and death. Death is an integral part of the life cycle, we are borne… we come in, we live… we do our business, and we die… and we leave. What is so wrong with something so natural, our souls have been doing over centuries of life times? How come we’ll go to a hospital to see a new born baby, but we won’t go for the last time to see a dying friend?
I raise my hand and tell you, I am guilty of this. The experience of going to St. Vincent hospital to see Robert Winters, a friend and co-worker, Tigard Home Depot’s Santa Clause, lying there in the hospital bed, unresponsive, was overwhelming devastating and frighten to me. With emotion welling up inside, I exploded out of his hospital room in tears, vowing never again would I ever see another individual in that vegetation state. Little did I know what was in store for me, God gave me ample opportunity to learn this valuable lesson. I have yet to respond up until now.
Ken Dueker has left this life teaching us an important lesson. I skip work this morning and went to the Men’s talking circle only to learned the transitional and death process is so beautiful in the human expression of uniting friends and love ones in one last passionate embrace of radical forgiveness and love. There is no doubt in my mind, Ken came in, did his business, and left. He left with an impact on those who knew him well. The gentle giant with the great big grin has left us with his energy still in tact, for I experience him sitting in the chair, smiling and laughing at us, along with the priceless expression on his face, if to say, “Only if you knew what this process is all about.”
We really do not have the right to circumvent someone else process of becoming. We have no right to “Fix” someone. After experiencing the higher vibration of Living Enrichment Center one Sunday morning, I went to my afternoon meetings at the Mormon Church, only to encounter the lower vibration of someone to “fix” me, “calling me to repentance.” I had a choice. I worked my process without fear or regret.
Love and Blessings.
P.S. Ra, I’m going stick to you like glue until the end.
I raise my hand and tell you, I am guilty of this. The experience of going to St. Vincent hospital to see Robert Winters, a friend and co-worker, Tigard Home Depot’s Santa Clause, lying there in the hospital bed, unresponsive, was overwhelming devastating and frighten to me. With emotion welling up inside, I exploded out of his hospital room in tears, vowing never again would I ever see another individual in that vegetation state. Little did I know what was in store for me, God gave me ample opportunity to learn this valuable lesson. I have yet to respond up until now.
Ken Dueker has left this life teaching us an important lesson. I skip work this morning and went to the Men’s talking circle only to learned the transitional and death process is so beautiful in the human expression of uniting friends and love ones in one last passionate embrace of radical forgiveness and love. There is no doubt in my mind, Ken came in, did his business, and left. He left with an impact on those who knew him well. The gentle giant with the great big grin has left us with his energy still in tact, for I experience him sitting in the chair, smiling and laughing at us, along with the priceless expression on his face, if to say, “Only if you knew what this process is all about.”
We really do not have the right to circumvent someone else process of becoming. We have no right to “Fix” someone. After experiencing the higher vibration of Living Enrichment Center one Sunday morning, I went to my afternoon meetings at the Mormon Church, only to encounter the lower vibration of someone to “fix” me, “calling me to repentance.” I had a choice. I worked my process without fear or regret.
Love and Blessings.
P.S. Ra, I’m going stick to you like glue until the end.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Ra, Don't Go Without Saying Good-Bye
I got an E-mail tonight from Jerry Preator and Paul Missal announcing the passing of Ken Dueker. Ken made his transition peacefully Thursday night. I’m grateful Ken does not have to suffer in pain any longer. I have lost a soul brother. In July, I lost another soul brother, Berry Breier. Now, my attention turns to Ra, another soul brother who is battling cancer. I asked the Universe, “What is going on here? Why are you taking people I know and love?”
Should I be questioned the wisdom of Universe? Should I wake up and pay attention to the message the Universe is trying to send? What can I do to help Angel Ra Garcia? Will Ra go with Berry and Ken into the great unknown… into the great Spirit World?
My heart wants to grieve for Berry, Ken, and for Ra. My heart is telling me, tonight, to skip work tomorrow and go to a Men’s Talking Circle, where I can share my grief with other men who knew Ken. Tonight, I am open to my grief.
I don’t want to lose any more brothers. I don’t want to lose Ra! My heart wants visit with Ra. I want to hold him in my arms. I want to pray a Native American prayer with him. I want to bless him and heal him. I didn’t get to say good-bye to Berry and Ken. Through my tears, I’ll be damn, if it going to be the same way with Ra.
Love and Blessings.
Should I be questioned the wisdom of Universe? Should I wake up and pay attention to the message the Universe is trying to send? What can I do to help Angel Ra Garcia? Will Ra go with Berry and Ken into the great unknown… into the great Spirit World?
My heart wants to grieve for Berry, Ken, and for Ra. My heart is telling me, tonight, to skip work tomorrow and go to a Men’s Talking Circle, where I can share my grief with other men who knew Ken. Tonight, I am open to my grief.
I don’t want to lose any more brothers. I don’t want to lose Ra! My heart wants visit with Ra. I want to hold him in my arms. I want to pray a Native American prayer with him. I want to bless him and heal him. I didn’t get to say good-bye to Berry and Ken. Through my tears, I’ll be damn, if it going to be the same way with Ra.
Love and Blessings.
Monday, October 15, 2007
The Barbaric Nightmare
I recently viewed a TV commercial about Billy Graham’s new book, “Finding Peace With God.” My mind immediately flashes back to junior high school, where I was introduce to “Jesus.” Or should I say inducted into the Christian culture. This is where I was “taught,” Jesus died on the cross for “our sins.” In this culture, I was also taught, It was “Our fault” that Jesus died on the cross.
Just after entering high school, I discovered the Mormon Church, with its little less guilt associated with the barbaric notion. In ignorance, I spent thirty years at this plateau at my own choosing. I am reminded by a higher thought of consciousness; this period of my life was perfection for my spiritual development. In this body, as well, the valuable aspect of compassion is gain.
Remembering the agony of self-absorb, feeble attempt to gain control over two failed marriages, the voice inside my head, mistaken to believe to be the Holy Ghost, ordering me to endure 10,000 days of sackcloth and ashes aka self punishment. For five years following the brake up of my second attempt at marriage, I was plunge into a self-made dark pit of hell. I was tortured by my own self-made daemons, which mutilated my hands and face on a nightly basses. Feelings of worthlessness flooded my dark hellish mind constantly. The only relief from these self-made daemon was in public places and social gatherings.
The day I walked through the doors of the Living Enrichment Center was the day I emerge from my self-made dark hellish pit. As I progress on my journey towards the light, I remembered riding the bus to a house that had been converted into a healing space located on East Burnside Street. I opened the door and went inside and climbed the staircase to an upstairs room where a meeting was in progress. I opened the door to a candle lit room where people were singing about healing and peace. One lady with long dark hair, motions me to come in and have a seat. She warmly greeted me with a smile. There were a few others who seem to be a bit disturb or shock that she would allowed an outsider into their circle. I believe I crashed a Mystical Activism meeting.
I remembered my hostess passing out little 3 x 5 cards and begin a writing exercise. She asked the people in the circle to write a statement about how they would viewed them in one year. I remembered that invisible force taking my hand and writing the words:
“I am a Mystic. I am a Sage. I am a Avatar. I am a Master. The Universe is accelerating my awakening and my spiritual growth.”
I went home that night with a glowing fire in my heart. Ever since that night, I have seek out “Fire in the Heart” experiences. I have been to many rituals and healing circle ceremonies. I find myself addicted to “Fire in the Heart” ceremonies. I can’t get enough of them. I want to experience the “Fire in the Heart” every day. The day is at hand. The Kingdom of Heaven is at our doorstep waiting for us to open the door…Waiting to burst open the doors to our hearts. The Sacred Fire is the way to the “Fire in the Heart.”
By the way, you know that lady who greeted me with warm smile and welcomed me into her Mystical Activism circle, that was the Beloved Anakha Shannon Coman.
Love and Blessings.
Just after entering high school, I discovered the Mormon Church, with its little less guilt associated with the barbaric notion. In ignorance, I spent thirty years at this plateau at my own choosing. I am reminded by a higher thought of consciousness; this period of my life was perfection for my spiritual development. In this body, as well, the valuable aspect of compassion is gain.
Remembering the agony of self-absorb, feeble attempt to gain control over two failed marriages, the voice inside my head, mistaken to believe to be the Holy Ghost, ordering me to endure 10,000 days of sackcloth and ashes aka self punishment. For five years following the brake up of my second attempt at marriage, I was plunge into a self-made dark pit of hell. I was tortured by my own self-made daemons, which mutilated my hands and face on a nightly basses. Feelings of worthlessness flooded my dark hellish mind constantly. The only relief from these self-made daemon was in public places and social gatherings.
The day I walked through the doors of the Living Enrichment Center was the day I emerge from my self-made dark hellish pit. As I progress on my journey towards the light, I remembered riding the bus to a house that had been converted into a healing space located on East Burnside Street. I opened the door and went inside and climbed the staircase to an upstairs room where a meeting was in progress. I opened the door to a candle lit room where people were singing about healing and peace. One lady with long dark hair, motions me to come in and have a seat. She warmly greeted me with a smile. There were a few others who seem to be a bit disturb or shock that she would allowed an outsider into their circle. I believe I crashed a Mystical Activism meeting.
I remembered my hostess passing out little 3 x 5 cards and begin a writing exercise. She asked the people in the circle to write a statement about how they would viewed them in one year. I remembered that invisible force taking my hand and writing the words:
“I am a Mystic. I am a Sage. I am a Avatar. I am a Master. The Universe is accelerating my awakening and my spiritual growth.”
I went home that night with a glowing fire in my heart. Ever since that night, I have seek out “Fire in the Heart” experiences. I have been to many rituals and healing circle ceremonies. I find myself addicted to “Fire in the Heart” ceremonies. I can’t get enough of them. I want to experience the “Fire in the Heart” every day. The day is at hand. The Kingdom of Heaven is at our doorstep waiting for us to open the door…Waiting to burst open the doors to our hearts. The Sacred Fire is the way to the “Fire in the Heart.”
By the way, you know that lady who greeted me with warm smile and welcomed me into her Mystical Activism circle, that was the Beloved Anakha Shannon Coman.
Love and Blessings.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Spiritual Networking
I going to be short and sweet tonight. I know you’ve been waiting for what new experience the Universe may bring you. I’ve felt these same yearning too. This I know, the Universe is ready to ratchet it up a notch…God and the Angels are bringing “Light-Minded” together all over the planet. All this for one purpose only, building of spiritual community. People are flocking to these spiritual communities for connection and healing. I have often wonder how two complete strangers come together by finding one another in a sea of billions, hook up and begin a journey together. I encounter two such people this evening. A male friend, whom I known since my LEC days, and a lady, who I’ve met for the first time tonight. Just by the feel of the energy of the conversation, I can tell these people have work to do before parting ways. I love the way Spirit works.
Love and Blessings
Love and Blessings
Saturday, October 13, 2007
I Wonder What Would It Be Like?
What would it be like to forgive a long held grudge? What would it be like to untangle yourself from fear, resentment, and guilt? What would it be like to wish away all your shame and humiliation? What would it be like to release or to let go of every petty emotion you have ever felt in your body? What would it be like to love yourself like your own best friend? What would it be like to experience true freedom and perfection by letting go of all the negative baggage you’ve carried for years? What would it be like to be in silent meditation for forty days and forty nights? What would it be like to experience the flow of Loves presence hour by hour? What would it be like to have communion with Yeshua, The Divine from this point in your life forward, for the rest of your life? What would it be like to be in tune and alignment with the Universe and all manifestations were in synchronicity with your dreams and desires? What would it be like to lift and heal another soul?
What would you become? Would you become a Jesus, a Buddha, a Mohammad, and a Krishna? Who would you be? A enlighten soul, a Mystic, a Sage, an Avatar, a Master?
This is the state that can be reach when you become your Divine self, imparting your gifts of aliveness and wisdom. Go be in love with all of it!
Love and Blessings.
What would you become? Would you become a Jesus, a Buddha, a Mohammad, and a Krishna? Who would you be? A enlighten soul, a Mystic, a Sage, an Avatar, a Master?
This is the state that can be reach when you become your Divine self, imparting your gifts of aliveness and wisdom. Go be in love with all of it!
Love and Blessings.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Chocolate Chip Cookies For The Divine
In honor of Ken Dueker, who may be leaving our presence shortly, I made four dozens chocolate chip tonight to share my Home Depot family. Ken Dueker, I'll miss your presence at Sabbath Tuesday. The first time I met Ken, was at LEC, in January 2004. Ken is a tell man with a gentle smile. This man knew how to love. This man knew how to show up and give his love to every one around him, Even when he didn't feel very good, he would always show that wonderful smile of his.
With ever chocolate chip I eat now, I'll think of you, Kan Dueker. That sweet taste of the Divine is waiting for you with open arms. Love and Blessins. Peter Manasseh
With ever chocolate chip I eat now, I'll think of you, Kan Dueker. That sweet taste of the Divine is waiting for you with open arms. Love and Blessins. Peter Manasseh
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
When You Think You're Right, You're Wrong!
Wow! I can't believe this. I'm getting all kinds support for my blog. My heart is overflowing with joy. Thank you, Anakha, for pushing me over the edge. shortly after publishing last night's blog, I got an e-mail from a man for whom I admire all my life. My Dad. He sent me this message:
Hi Peter,
Some none religious person said it long ago. "To thine own self be true"
which I always understood to mean do not blame others for your short comings, admit your mistakes, feel good about your successes, try not to worry about how you perceive others see you, have faith in yourself as you truly are.
I love you, Dad! I remembered for years, we would have intense and heated discussion about religion. I took the position that I had to be right. My religion was the only true religion. And every one else was wrong. After 30 years in that mind set, I see things very differently now. I had no idea, back than, my own father was more spiritual than I was. His spirituality surface a year ago during one of our evening walks around the golf course when I was recovering from my knee injury. The discussion was about religion melting away into nothing but spirituality. A peacefulness flow into my body and over my heart. I finally connected with my Dad.
A final parting thought for tonight. "To thine own self be true." This a fearless statement. There nothing to fear when you are true to yourself. You are true to God. "Have faith in yourself as you truly are." means to me; do the best with what you have.
Love and Blessings.
Hi Peter,
Some none religious person said it long ago. "To thine own self be true"
which I always understood to mean do not blame others for your short comings, admit your mistakes, feel good about your successes, try not to worry about how you perceive others see you, have faith in yourself as you truly are.
I love you, Dad! I remembered for years, we would have intense and heated discussion about religion. I took the position that I had to be right. My religion was the only true religion. And every one else was wrong. After 30 years in that mind set, I see things very differently now. I had no idea, back than, my own father was more spiritual than I was. His spirituality surface a year ago during one of our evening walks around the golf course when I was recovering from my knee injury. The discussion was about religion melting away into nothing but spirituality. A peacefulness flow into my body and over my heart. I finally connected with my Dad.
A final parting thought for tonight. "To thine own self be true." This a fearless statement. There nothing to fear when you are true to yourself. You are true to God. "Have faith in yourself as you truly are." means to me; do the best with what you have.
Love and Blessings.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Know God And Go Crazy!
I think I just open a can of worms. My mentor just push me over the edge. This afternoon, I got to hang out with Anakhe and my good friend, Gene. We just hung out and had good time talking about our dreams and aberrations. The discussion center the creativity of writing. Writing stories...writing books...writing blogs, whatever writing does to connect you with the Devine. In this big heart of mine are many stories just waiting to be pour out on to the table for all to see. I was given a assignment, two years back, by my Spirit Guide. The assignment is to write a book, which I have been (I gotta go seek a big word from my spelling master) procrastinating to write.
Yeshua, I want to stop here and write about Gene. Gene is a big, open hearted guy, with big dreams. Gene is into digital media. Gene loves to make and produce videos. His big dream is to produce a DVD documentary about the connection with the Divine. This I know, because he filmed two hours at my birthday party, (October 1st) and two more hours this afternoon. I sure hope he's a good editor and gets my good side.
Peter, you're so vain!
Yeshua?
Nope. I'm Manasseh. Your higher-self, your God-self.
I feel Manasseh is harder on me than Yeshua. Manasseh, do you now realize we're live?
What do you mean, Peter? We are alive.
NO! I mean, Anakha and Gene came over to the apartment. Anakha discover my new blog on the computer. She sat down to read it.
"This is good stuff." she told me. "Is it going out to any one?"
"No. Not yet." I reply.
"Here, lets make e-mail list and publish the URL." Anakha grabs the keyboard from me and finds my contacts list.
"Okay Peter, who do you want on the list." Ask Anakha. First, she challenge me for twenty people on the list.
"How bout ten?" I said.
"15?" She negotiated with me.
"Okay. 15." We go through my contacts list. She adds two more e-mails of people who know me. We review the list of names and end up with 25 names.
"I shell give you the honors." Anakha said as she moves the mouse arrow over the "Send" button.
Here I am, bloging to the world, and talking to myself. People are going to think I'm crazy.
You are crazy, Peter. Anakha is crazy. Gene is crazy. This is the process what Andrew Harvey discribe to know God. To know the Divine from within.
I think I just have lost my mind. I have open up a can of worms.
You're in good company, Peter. Don't threat! Get over it.
I asked Anakha today, how she was doing? "I'm going crazy, Peter." She reply. "You want to join me?"
I have found my teachers, and I'm so grateful they are in my life. I'm back on the path again and going crazy.
Love and Blessings.
Yeshua, I want to stop here and write about Gene. Gene is a big, open hearted guy, with big dreams. Gene is into digital media. Gene loves to make and produce videos. His big dream is to produce a DVD documentary about the connection with the Divine. This I know, because he filmed two hours at my birthday party, (October 1st) and two more hours this afternoon. I sure hope he's a good editor and gets my good side.
Peter, you're so vain!
Yeshua?
Nope. I'm Manasseh. Your higher-self, your God-self.
I feel Manasseh is harder on me than Yeshua. Manasseh, do you now realize we're live?
What do you mean, Peter? We are alive.
NO! I mean, Anakha and Gene came over to the apartment. Anakha discover my new blog on the computer. She sat down to read it.
"This is good stuff." she told me. "Is it going out to any one?"
"No. Not yet." I reply.
"Here, lets make e-mail list and publish the URL." Anakha grabs the keyboard from me and finds my contacts list.
"Okay Peter, who do you want on the list." Ask Anakha. First, she challenge me for twenty people on the list.
"How bout ten?" I said.
"15?" She negotiated with me.
"Okay. 15." We go through my contacts list. She adds two more e-mails of people who know me. We review the list of names and end up with 25 names.
"I shell give you the honors." Anakha said as she moves the mouse arrow over the "Send" button.
Here I am, bloging to the world, and talking to myself. People are going to think I'm crazy.
You are crazy, Peter. Anakha is crazy. Gene is crazy. This is the process what Andrew Harvey discribe to know God. To know the Divine from within.
I think I just have lost my mind. I have open up a can of worms.
You're in good company, Peter. Don't threat! Get over it.
I asked Anakha today, how she was doing? "I'm going crazy, Peter." She reply. "You want to join me?"
I have found my teachers, and I'm so grateful they are in my life. I'm back on the path again and going crazy.
Love and Blessings.
The Naked Truth
The theme of the day seems to be integrity. Anakha spoke about it in her blog. She describes it as radical honesty. As I read her blog every night, she reveals a little more of herself by peeling off the layers of her false-self. She adds in her blog, the build up of pain of being hurt and disappointment over the years, we develop masks and disguises as buffers to protect our hearts from being expose to the world.
In his last few discussions, Barry, has been describing ways of moving into higher levels of consciousness. Barry usese the metaphor of building a new building. Do we take short cuts and use inferior materials or do we use the best quality of the materials in our building? It will cost more in the long run for upgrades and repaires. Why not be in integrity now, by useing "Up front cost," which in turn we will have a more sustainable building or environment for our use and enjoyment?
What is Spirit trying to say to me? What is Yeshua teaching me? I ware a green necklace and pendulant to remind me who I am and the power I have. The first time I placed it around my neck, I can hear Spirit saying to me, "Integrity is Upmost." If I want to hang out with these "Light-Minded" people, I must step up to the plate and take full personal responsibility. To be in integrity...To expose the naked truth. I honor Anakha and Barry as my teachers. I love them.
Love and Blessings,
In his last few discussions, Barry, has been describing ways of moving into higher levels of consciousness. Barry usese the metaphor of building a new building. Do we take short cuts and use inferior materials or do we use the best quality of the materials in our building? It will cost more in the long run for upgrades and repaires. Why not be in integrity now, by useing "Up front cost," which in turn we will have a more sustainable building or environment for our use and enjoyment?
What is Spirit trying to say to me? What is Yeshua teaching me? I ware a green necklace and pendulant to remind me who I am and the power I have. The first time I placed it around my neck, I can hear Spirit saying to me, "Integrity is Upmost." If I want to hang out with these "Light-Minded" people, I must step up to the plate and take full personal responsibility. To be in integrity...To expose the naked truth. I honor Anakha and Barry as my teachers. I love them.
Love and Blessings,
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Shift
Last week, I move to a new bank. The church I attend, is moving to a different location. I feel a shift is coming. What does this mean to me? Something in my inner world is reflecting outwardly. I have notice recently how my thoughts seem to have shifted. Not to long ago, I can remember thinking...I'm a good person...there is nothing wrong with me...I am worthy...My Heavenly Father still loves me, even thuogh I left His earthly church.
Now, my thoughts are...I am the perfect love of God...Be still and know I am God...I am Manasseh, Mystical Healer, Light Warrior...Yes, I am a healer. I have manifasted one of my biggest dreams. I manifasted an Alaska cruise. I have manifasted the most awaken and beautiful souls I have ever met. I attend possibly the most dynamic spiritual community in the country. I am greatly influence by two great living souls who must be under the guidance of Yeshua. between the two, my soul vibrates with loves light healing peace.
Anahka S. Coman, what can I say about this woman. Wow, What a Goddess! A New Thought traveling minister. She is some one who does not have their own church, i.e. spiritual community. So, what does she do? She builds her own virtual spiritual community and blogs. I religiously read those blogs every night before bed. She feeds my soul by the way she expresses herself with her powerful wit and the command of language. A link to NakedHeart is found on this page. I regularly respone to her blog. One coment I made on 24 September 2007:
I want to command you for binging Anakha, authentic Anakha.
Bold, raw, and vulnerable.
I see the nakedness of Anakha lay out before us, in all her beauty.
So vulnerable before God...you and me.
Congratulations Anakha, you made it back...Back to the real you.
You see, when you learn to love yourself..Actually BEING in love with
yourself, then you are in love with God...Your Holy-BEINGness.
Revelations Of Christ, Paramahansa Yogananda, 2007. This is the book
you’re suppose to have in your hands.
With Love, Manasseh
Barry A. Dennis, Amazing genius, a big dreamer and manifaster. With his own church in a brand new building located in wilsonville, Oregon, Barry can dazzle the day lights out of his audience with his creative poetry, It's A New Day. Barry holds my soul spellbound by converting the ordinary into the extraordinary. What a gift this man has by teaching his congrates to "GO BE IT!"
Love and Blessings
Now, my thoughts are...I am the perfect love of God...Be still and know I am God...I am Manasseh, Mystical Healer, Light Warrior...Yes, I am a healer. I have manifasted one of my biggest dreams. I manifasted an Alaska cruise. I have manifasted the most awaken and beautiful souls I have ever met. I attend possibly the most dynamic spiritual community in the country. I am greatly influence by two great living souls who must be under the guidance of Yeshua. between the two, my soul vibrates with loves light healing peace.
Anahka S. Coman, what can I say about this woman. Wow, What a Goddess! A New Thought traveling minister. She is some one who does not have their own church, i.e. spiritual community. So, what does she do? She builds her own virtual spiritual community and blogs. I religiously read those blogs every night before bed. She feeds my soul by the way she expresses herself with her powerful wit and the command of language. A link to NakedHeart is found on this page. I regularly respone to her blog. One coment I made on 24 September 2007:
I want to command you for binging Anakha, authentic Anakha.
Bold, raw, and vulnerable.
I see the nakedness of Anakha lay out before us, in all her beauty.
So vulnerable before God...you and me.
Congratulations Anakha, you made it back...Back to the real you.
You see, when you learn to love yourself..Actually BEING in love with
yourself, then you are in love with God...Your Holy-BEINGness.
Revelations Of Christ, Paramahansa Yogananda, 2007. This is the book
you’re suppose to have in your hands.
With Love, Manasseh
Barry A. Dennis, Amazing genius, a big dreamer and manifaster. With his own church in a brand new building located in wilsonville, Oregon, Barry can dazzle the day lights out of his audience with his creative poetry, It's A New Day. Barry holds my soul spellbound by converting the ordinary into the extraordinary. What a gift this man has by teaching his congrates to "GO BE IT!"
Love and Blessings
Friday, October 5, 2007
The Holy Month of Ramadan
My Muslim friend and co-worker, Mohammad, invited me to fast with him this Friday morning. Ramadan is a Holy month for Muslims, where the devoted fasts from Sun up to Sun down, than partakes a celebratory meal each evening.
See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ramadan
I told Mohammad, I wasn't much of a faster, which is a throwback to my Mormon days. The Mormon church require its members to fast 24 hours or two meals. Than donate the proceeds for those two meals into a "Fast Offering Fund" for the church.
Fasting for 24 hours cause me great suffering. It was hard on my body, and my mind. All I can think about is food. Going without subsistence can inpede my proformance and my ability to funtion, and if gone long enough, I can become physcally sick. It's important for me to listen to my body.
I do want to honor my friend, Mohammad, and his religious faith by fasting six hours on this, the holist day of the week for Muslims. Mo, (the name we call him at work) You are God! May the Peace of God be with you.
Love and Blessings.
See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ramadan
I told Mohammad, I wasn't much of a faster, which is a throwback to my Mormon days. The Mormon church require its members to fast 24 hours or two meals. Than donate the proceeds for those two meals into a "Fast Offering Fund" for the church.
Fasting for 24 hours cause me great suffering. It was hard on my body, and my mind. All I can think about is food. Going without subsistence can inpede my proformance and my ability to funtion, and if gone long enough, I can become physcally sick. It's important for me to listen to my body.
I do want to honor my friend, Mohammad, and his religious faith by fasting six hours on this, the holist day of the week for Muslims. Mo, (the name we call him at work) You are God! May the Peace of God be with you.
Love and Blessings.
Thursday, October 4, 2007
The Authentic Voice
Where did I get this voice? Did these words comes out of me? Who wrote these words?
"I am Manasseh, The Mystic Warrior. I have come from the Light of Universal Love, to this planet to participate in the great healing work of all beings that I shall come in contact during my time on Earth. I am healed and empowered by the invisible golden light that which is the Source called Love. That Source is called by many names. I am a powerful being, protected by the Angelic Realm that surrounds the planet Earth. I come with an open heart, and a willing mind to receive all wisdom that which is pass down from the great Mystics, Sages, Avatars, and Ascended Masters." 25 October 2005
What force cause me to write beautiful words?
"I believe in the invisible golden light that which is the Source called Love.
The Universal Light Source. Creator of all that is, seen and unseen.
I honor Elohim, the Highest of the Karma Lords.
I honor Yeshua as a Ascended Master and my Spirit Guide.
I honor Manasseh, the Light Warrior that dwells in me as one with you.
I honor Buddha, Jesus, Krishna, and Mahatma Gandhi as spiritual teachers.
And I shall pay tribute to His Holiness, the Dali Lama as he demonstrates
Peace against the violence that is a plague upon the Globe.
We are one with the planet, with every creature that dwells there on.
When we hurt one, we hurt all,
I believe in Spirit that is energy, which it cannot be destroyed or manipulated by the ego of man.
But is integrated for the service of holistic mediumship for the healing of the broken spirit.
The inherent need to connect in community brotherhood of man as in the world of spirits.
Without condemnation or judgment from any entity, but with personal responsibility can each individual soul can experience the whole spectrum of the human condition in several lifetimes and gain critical knowledge for its mastery devolvement through reincarnation.
We are God." 26 September 2006
Answer: The Inner voice. We all have it...It's in every one of us. Some called it their higher power. It comes from the center of your heart.
Love and Blessings to all
"I am Manasseh, The Mystic Warrior. I have come from the Light of Universal Love, to this planet to participate in the great healing work of all beings that I shall come in contact during my time on Earth. I am healed and empowered by the invisible golden light that which is the Source called Love. That Source is called by many names. I am a powerful being, protected by the Angelic Realm that surrounds the planet Earth. I come with an open heart, and a willing mind to receive all wisdom that which is pass down from the great Mystics, Sages, Avatars, and Ascended Masters." 25 October 2005
What force cause me to write beautiful words?
"I believe in the invisible golden light that which is the Source called Love.
The Universal Light Source. Creator of all that is, seen and unseen.
I honor Elohim, the Highest of the Karma Lords.
I honor Yeshua as a Ascended Master and my Spirit Guide.
I honor Manasseh, the Light Warrior that dwells in me as one with you.
I honor Buddha, Jesus, Krishna, and Mahatma Gandhi as spiritual teachers.
And I shall pay tribute to His Holiness, the Dali Lama as he demonstrates
Peace against the violence that is a plague upon the Globe.
We are one with the planet, with every creature that dwells there on.
When we hurt one, we hurt all,
I believe in Spirit that is energy, which it cannot be destroyed or manipulated by the ego of man.
But is integrated for the service of holistic mediumship for the healing of the broken spirit.
The inherent need to connect in community brotherhood of man as in the world of spirits.
Without condemnation or judgment from any entity, but with personal responsibility can each individual soul can experience the whole spectrum of the human condition in several lifetimes and gain critical knowledge for its mastery devolvement through reincarnation.
We are God." 26 September 2006
Answer: The Inner voice. We all have it...It's in every one of us. Some called it their higher power. It comes from the center of your heart.
Love and Blessings to all
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