I was just reviewing some of the blog entries for the last year. It was a good year. A lot of good stuff spewed forth. My favorite wanted to have another round. So, here it is.

The mind is like a toilet. Every time you use it, you have to flush it. Otherwise you know what happens.

The problem is, the mind has successfully disguised itself as me and you. So, what ever it thinks seems important and even worth getting pretty angry over. “Certainly not something one would want to ‘flush’ as a general rule,” the mind argues. “The very idea of it smacks of escapism or some other neurosis.”

There is our dilema. The worldly mind, in support of our mind, refuses to be shut up, and our only hope for getting in tune with our unique frequency or being requires not listening to our minds. A real authentic expereince of self is within every one. It requires no support from the mind. It is always present. The mind is the only problem.

It may seem hard, but I am advising flushing after every use. There is not one use of the mind superior to another. All are equally distracting from the essential nature of each of us, that waits to be remembered.

I want to share some perspective on an important aspect of making flower essences. That is, the connection with the flower. I can direct my attention towards the flower and think that I feel it, but I don’t really feel it. I have only referenced my memory of it. If I can remain present with the flower and not refer to past memory, the flower can appear as much more than I have stored in my memory. It can surpass my expectation, appearing in fullness before my innocent eyes. Only then can I begin to experience the flower or its meaning.

I just received a real plea for help when times are tough. It moved me because it is so real for most of us. Life seems to deal us cards that are too tough to accept. Death, loss of a job, divorce, sickness, etc.

I have no answers for any of these situations except the obvious one: Let go. Releasing and surrendering are the only way out of these tough situations. We have to get it. We will get it with our own death. All along life’s path, the same letting go is required. Holding on is not going to cut it. It may be hard, but what other solution is there?

I sympathize with the pain we all bear. It feels so real and awful. Let go and see what life brings as a follow up to the tough times.

You are unique. It sounds so simplistic. Yeh, of course. . .

But, what does it mean? To be anxiety free, contented with your self, resonating at your own frequency, that to me is the essence of understanding that you are unique. There is nobody exactly like you. Your job, if you care to choose it, is to be your self.

OK, what is the catch? Oh, just that everyone you contact expects you to conform to the local homogenized rules of conduct and thought. Change your hair style to match the popular look. Trim your eye brows razor thin like everyone else. Wear the uniform of the modern industrial warrior executive; the business suit. Believe in the values that are popular in your society, group, religion and family. Big girls don’t cry. Be a man.

The obvious result of dancing in step with everyone else is that you miss the beauty of being you. You are not to be missed. By being your self, you inspire everyone else to do the same. It is the most natural thing you could do.

The moment includes everything possible. Both blissful and painful. The pain is felt when in the moment there is space provided for some old fear to be activated. Without allowing pain to be felt, one runs the risk of going numb to life. That is so common now that I wonder what happened to that nice 60′s phrase from Ram Dass, “be here now.”

Is anybody here now? Cell phones have provided an amazingly effective way for people to choose to multi task. Great at work if you hate your job. Great at home when boredom brings the mind’s craziest qualities out. Hello. Who is calling? Someone, thank God. (Sorry for this personal note on cell phones. I am one of the few people on the planet without one. My moments are everything to me. They are for me, and I am only too happy to loose everything else to participate in the moment. Cell phones? No thank you.)

So back to being here now. I am loving it. I get better at it all the time.

After many years of producing flower essences and doing essence readings, it seems a bit clearer as to why I’m doing it at all.   I am impacting others in a positive way.   Also, when I am with someone in a reading, it is a time when I am clear of my personal mind burden, and I get to meet the person at the highest level we are both capable of.   From my perspective, I am helping the person clear the persistent patterns of dysfunctional behavior that interfere with the experience of their real self.   That process may take a life time.   The programing we are all subject to from birth to the moment you are reading these words is overwhelming.   So much so that we feel lost, afraid and fearful from our hypnotized condition.   Flower essences do the final healing after the understanding has happened in the mind, but the cells and energy field are still stuck from the years of programing and reinforcement.   Then there can be a more complete release of the old.     That leads to the awakening to reality.  What is. . . . . At this point in this experience I call my life, it seems that is why I do what I do.

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What a great night I had last night. A dozen or so individuals gathered in my circle for close to an all night meditation. I had an opportunity to listen to many peoples process as we periodically shared together. I was struck with how different we all seem to be in the way we approach our own personal silent continuous perceptions.

Some conjured images and healing settings. Others worked with their imaginary world of spirits and helpers. One man spent the night trying to contact his long deceased mother, with no avail.

At one point, I was sitting considering the various strategies being employed around me by my companions. The thought came to me, “do I dare address the tense and anxious tightness in my belly.” I did dare, and I approached it in my own way. I had the courage to let everything be the way that it was, without trying to manipulate it. The sounds of the insects, the ocean waves and the wind became intensely beautiful. The feeling of the air and the slight mist were added to the mix. Hours passed with nothing but a quiet appreciation of all of the sounds, smells and feelings. It occurred to me that that was the peace that passeth all understanding. I had a real experience of the metaphor of sitting in the back seat and enjoying the ride. Nothing to do with the driving. Just busy taking in as much of the view as I could manage.

The mind is like a toilet.  Every time you use it, you have to flush it.  Otherwise you know what happens.

The problem is, the mind has successfully disguised itself as me and you.  So, what ever it thinks seems important and even worth getting pretty angry over. “Certainly not something one would want to ‘flush’ as a general rule,”  the mind argues. “The very idea of it smacks of escapism or some other neurosis.”

There is our dilema.  The worldly mind, in support of our mind, refuses to be shut up, and our only hope for getting in tune with our unique frequency or being requires not listening to our minds.  A real authentic expereince of self is within every one.  It requires no support from the mind.   It is always present.  The mind is the only problem.  

It may seem hard, but I am advising flushing after every use.  There is not one use of the mind superior to another.  All are equally distracting from the essential nature of each of us, that waits to be remembered.

Here in Hawaii, many grieve on this day for the loss of their home land.  Many celebrate the independence of the Americas from King George.  But, my local community radio DJ says it is a day for us to declare independence from our unwanted patterns of behavior.  How’s that?  I really don’t get any of it.

This is a day of life.  Life is happening or you would not be reading these words.  What a miracle.  There is no need to look back and grieve or cheer.  It is happening now, in living color, with full surround sound audio.  The body senses.  There is no room for the mind in this.  It is too now.  No possible idea what is going to happen tomorrow.  Letting go of the break and having the time of my life.