And The World goes Around.....

I'm sitting at my kitchen table in my Casa Azul, The Dreaming House, Teotihuacan , Mexico. On the stero is a mix cd I made last January before we moved out of our Seaboard Road home in Malibu and made the journey to our little beach house on the warm, wet, west coast of Mexico. The music from one frame of life bridging the scenes of two more recent frames...there's Krishna Das...ommmmm ahhh...he's not a human, he's Gods soundtrack appearing as man and his chants are vibrating through this little blue house in one of the worlds most amazing sacred places where somehow I found a door way to the heaven that lives in me.

My flight from Nashville to Mexico City left at 5:30 this morning so I've been up since 2:30 and the spacey perspective I'm in right now is perfect.In the distance there are giant fireworks going off all around the Pueblo, this is fiesta week for the Pueblo of San Sebastian Xolapa, Teotihuacan.When it's the Fiesta for your Patron Saint the whole Pueblo get's in the street , goes to mass , shoots off fireworks, drinks great quantities of tequila and gorges on killer fresh tamales. My timing is perfect.

Walking outside at 3:30 this morning was the beggining of a reality bending day in the life of reality spinning me.Everything was covered in frost. There was no moon or stars just a flat midnight blue sky hanging heavy with cold artic air. Artic air that had drifted all the way from, the arctic, to freeze the world of middle Tennessee in place.

Climbing in my pickup was a cold on the ass wake-up call. Quick, turn on that seat heater, I remember thinking it was a stupid accessory in a pick-up when I bought the truck but right then it was great.

At Nashville International Airport I went through the security line as usual til the Security lady said she needed to search my carry-on bag. No problemo, two pillows,some books,my day timer,and a Huichol shoulder bag that I use on Journeys to carry my tools.The security lady thought the Huichol bag was suspect so she reached in an pulled out a bag of tobacco I carry for ceremony, she smelled it and looked at me like..strange. Next she reached in and pulled out a Cheynne Peyote Rattle with my favorite old horses tail hair hanging from the handle. This time she shook her head in disbelief, again looking at me but not saying anything. Next, a beaded turkey bone whistle that comes in handy calling to the spirits and allies of the other dimensions. I was all ready to tell her just that when she just grunted and placed it on the table.One more reach into the bag and she found a brass tibetan bell that I picked up at a great shop on Bermuda and learned to use to tune up the space your in from my friend Frank "Rico" Hayhurst in Peru.Next was a small bag of sage from Malibu and a little Christmas ornament that Lola put in my bag the night before.
"So just what do you do with this stuff?", the officer asked with a disturbed glare. "Their just tools", I replied as I put everything back in the baq and sat down to put my shoes back on. "Hummm" she grunted and went back to task keeping America safe from people stranger than me.

Creedence Clearwater Revival is now running through "Suzie Q" like it was 1972, fireworks in the background and here I sit blogging on life as Lee.It's all so bizzare and interesting. This must be the work of the Gods to jump dimensions, soundtracks, realities and lingos with just a little love and attention.

Tomorrow a group of courageous characters will join me here at The Dreaming House for a journey through the Dreaming mind of Quetzelquatal, the avatar of Teotihuacan. While I'm leading their journey there will be empty waves breaking in front of our Sayulita beach house and below freezing temps at The Ranch in Tennessee.We'll all be one day closer to December 13, 2012 and maybe one more human somewhere out there will wake up to the power that they hold to live and love life without conditions.Oh yeah and our furniture will be on it's way from Malibu to the Ranch. Easy does it...keep your tools handy and be polite to the Homeland security officers,they are doing their best.
Sing it Elton, "And now I know Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say, and I thank the lord for the people I have found...while Mona Lisa's and Mad Hatters sons of bankers, sons of Lawyers turn around and say good morning to the light....VAYA CON DIOS

Way too Much Thinking

WHAT WERE YOU THINKING! Heard that before, right? I've said it to myself a million times, what were you thinking....

Thinking is the problem here, not the solution. I think because I've been taught, programmed, demanded of and supported in thinking being the way to live my life.As long as I'm thinking I'm pretty much out of range for any other source of inspiration or source of wisdom. In my working with people that are in "recovery", italicized because I don't care for that label being an identity as though people in recovery are separate from all the other people walking around on the planet.Once again, recovery people have been taught to "think" they are different, not normal, as though there is a normal, not.In my work I've asked many times "If you have a problem what do you do about coming up with a solution?" You think about it, right.

Thinking seems to mostly come from old experiences, thoughts, ideas, info, etc...from stuff we've ingested over the course of our lives.All that knowledge is fuel for our minds machinations about who we are, where we are, why we are, are we this, are we that, how do we fit in, how can we be better...Lets go one more step..the mind says, " Is that reasonable?" and we answer our mind, that's what we do, we answer our own mind as though our mind were in charge..is it? Is your mind in charge of your life? Have you ever asked your other self, not the mind self but the one that listens to the mind self, have you ever asked, " Am I my mind", Of course unless you have some awareness beyond the tyranny of your mind you won't get an answer that the mind doesn't craft to fit into it's familiar program. That process alone distorts any new sources of perspective from getting through unscathed.

Beyond all the chatter of mind voices there is a presence that speaks from a deeper, softer, place. Listening to the presence touches feeling and our body. We literally feel the words within. This presence is of the Heart, the sacred heart, eternal heart, the heart of the Mother, Creator, Dreamer. The voice of the heart will not compete with the voices of the mind. Truth has no sense of competition and no need to be right. Truth as brought forward through the voice of the heart is the Divine speaking as Human.

The challenge for all of us who live with "reasonable" as our guide is the challenge to take attention away from the relentless chatter of mind blabber and shift that attention to the feeling and presence of heart language. Living loyal to the mind is living with reaction as the great decider, no W jokes intended but it fits. Our world is the result of how we humans have reacted to our experiences in this world. There wasn't much choice involved, not really. The choices were all limited to the reasons list of options.While we create all this history the Heart goes along for the ride waiting , waiting, for our attention to return to that space within us that has never forgotten what the voice of truth sounds like.That space within us that has been the witness to all the insanity of how we've come to live life in this world.

In my recovery work I've seen over and over people trying to "get it" when getting it is just another aspect of the mind ruling it's domain, you, me, them. We already have "it" we just don't know how to listen and feel with "it"."It" is the presence, truth, Love of life speaking through us and too us. No amount of thinking can make that connection, no amount of figuring it out or being good enough or doing it right can make that connection. That connection has never gone anywhere. That connection is what we are.

Thinking is great as a tool to work through this matrix of life on Earth. Thinking is a great gift when used responsibly. Funny thing is the humans have become thinking junkies and the thinking has lost it's connection to the source that gave it a home in the first place.

My last year living in the Heart of Mexico has brought my attention back to that presence within me and now I see that presence as my guiding light and greatest companion. I'll still think too much but not for nearly as long a time. Ok..time to go...I love you life...Thanks for the little things...Lee

2009 Earth Log- Deep in the Milky Way

The morning came soft and quiet. Middle Tennessee, January, Sunrise.
It's cold outside, white frost blankets the pastures around our double wide. I gotta get up and turn on the heater, the electric heat is too much to sleep well ,so one of us turns it up to 70 degrees when we wake up.
The cows are in the pasture across the road, too far to hear them from inside the house, it's Silent except for the sounds of Bella Lola and Mee sleeping.
Memories flash, I still visit my Dad in the early morning memories that float around my consciousness, he loved Ranch life, cattle, early morning and cold clear air. The storm door on our trailer lets me open the main door and let the light in without freezing us out.
There is a fresh buzz in my body. A new vibe for what I've connected to in my dreaming what my returning to The Ranch will bring. I feel alive and excited and, flash, I'm back in our little beach house in Sayulita looking at the waves, sad creeps into my feelings, sad to be moving on and excited to be coming back to home , Tennessee.
Over the last year I've lived a fantasy and a reality. I've tried to soak up as much of my being in Mexico as I could and know completely that She, The Mother, the heart of Mexico and her people, now beats in my body, in my cells and will do so until I've moved on from being the me in this body. She is only as distant as my attention is turned away from her place within me.

2009 the day of the Lord, When the divinity returns to us....That's Miguel's "Circle of Fire Prayer", I send you my love and respect don Miguel, and thank you for showing up for the children of San Pauncho last October.Dreaming Heaven is our business and what a great business it is.This is the day that I make the commitment to The Mother, La Virgincita, Tonantzin,Maya..our Divine Mother embodied in this Earth and in our form, I make the commitment that for me this is her year and I will carry within me her presence and compassion stopping to remember that she is with me always.

One of my creations will be here at The Ranch where we have an old well that's waited for me to hear her voice..."remember me?", she asks, " I am the well of the Place of the Women in Teotihuacan, I am the heart of the world and I am here within you and around you. Bring me your love and your wounded and we will heal their sadness and fears. Build me a Capilla and decorate me with beauty and dreams and a great light will shine from this place." She called me back from my beach in Mexico to be her helper, of course I say yes,,,although I did ask more than once "are you sure, you know I love my spot in Sayulita and I'll be good"..That's what faith is for me, the willingness to do what needs doing before I let my personality limit me to what is known.

Deep in the Milky Way there is a beautiful green and blue planet that is inhabited by a species of amazing Dreamers who are coming closer to awakening to the truth of their Dreaming. 2009 is here, we are here, the truth is here..all of creation is supporting our coming to the light. That calling has been building for years and all we need do is let go and Dream from Faith.

In the background Mee is running the vacuum cleaner, Bella is decorating a New Years cake for the Laughing Winds Party later and Lola just dumped a whole bottle of chocolate chips on the floor. Thank you Creator for Loving me like this..I am so grateful for it all....Feliz Ano Nuevo...Listen! ....Our Mother is calling you too and she's so happy to have you listen.
Peace Be With You....Lee