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

Simply Aware

It's Wednesday afternoon. Yesterday evening I returned home from another Spirit Recovery Journey to Teotihuacan, Mexico. Entering into the body of Teo, as we call our home there, is always a walk into the truth of life and that truth is a great mystery.This was a special journey that brought together a group of people who all connected like the spokes on a wheel, all pointing to the center. This was the first Buddhist/Toltec Journey I'm aware of, ever , in the ancient history of Teotihuacan.My friend Kevin Griffin brought years of practice and perspective to our adventure leading us all in meditation and Buddhist teaching then shifting to a student on his first journey to Teo.

The blending of meditation with the Buddhist energies and the power of the Toltec mysticism opened a great spectrum of possibilities for all of us involved.

Ok, so I was just writing away when my daughter called me" Daddy, there are whales in the front of our house", Bella was jumping up and down on the front porch and pointing to the great white plumes of spray coming from the family of whales passing by, headed south.From Teotihuacan to the present in a flash, from writing my memory and story to seeing these great creatures of the sea, traveling the coast of Mexico.Life flashes and with it my attention shifts to the horizon and the whales.

Living these days is a mastery of shifting attention. I have a lot of choices , everyday, as we all do. After years of working, living and playing with my self and how I move through time and space as a human being , I have actually become grounded in the choices and the living as a projection and reaction to my choosing.
Standing on the porch with the energy of Teotihuacan buzzing through my veins I'm completely in tune with the Whales, the sound of the waves, my Bella's excitement..and that's it...I don't have so much to say now, so I won't...in fact I want to go for a body surf and get smashed on the sand bar....

Next Saturday we all fly back to Tennessee and The Ranch for Christmas. Like changing channels life keeps moving ..Onward...Here comes Santa Claus...Vaya Con Dios...Lee

Day of the Living, Day of the Dead

It is November first, last night was Halloween. The time when all the scary creatures of the unknown come out to play. The unknown seems to be a terrible place for the minds of modern peoples to go.To appease those scary spirits we give them treats and turn away to the light bright comfort of home.It's really perfect that Halloween is a children's holiday cuse the truth is our children are of the unknown.No matter how we may try to direct them and mold them, support and demand of them they are who they are and will do what they will do.No matter how hard parents may try you can't "make" your children be what you want, we do not know how their life path will unfold. There it is , the unknown, living right there in your house with you.

In Mexico we have the ancient ceremony and celebration of Day of The Dead, dia de Los Muertos. That's a double unknown. First of all there's our world , the one we see, touch, taste etc..then there's the other world where all our deceased relatives have vanished to when they checked out of the "known" world of our everyday life.On Day of The Dead our relatives spirits are invited to come back for a visit and celebrate with the in a body members of the family. All the favorite foods, libations, smokes , pets, clothes , all of that is placed on a family alter to entice the spirits to come home for a visit.Such a cool ceremony to have in a body humans acknowledging that we don't know where we go from here but we do go somewhere that's largely unknown and it's possible that all of us can hang out together again.

I know those that have been close to me and passed on have never left my memory and in some ways are still alive in my stories and heart. They left the physical world but are still very much alive in the etheric world of my memory and emotion.I still talk to my Dad when I'm driving around the Ranch looking at the cattle and horses and often speak to my step Dad when I smoke a good cigar. Those were connections we shared and are still connections that live on with me. They are there, no doubt.

Today, November first is the Day for the children that have died. The families will gather at the Cemetery and lay out spreads of the little ones favorite things and remember them back to spend the time together. That Love doesn't die and so that love reconnects between the worlds to create one bridge through time.

November 2 is the day for the in body and out of body adults to share a day together. We have an alter on our front porch. Lupita, the 16 year old that helps baby sit Lola brought a beautiful picture of her Grand mother, her favorite Grand ma. Mee has her Mom's picture and I have some cigars for A.D. and will put a cold beer and some boiled shrimp out for my Dad.Our alter is lit up with candles and fresh flowers, pictures and pieces of the past that keep us connected through space and time. So for the next two days the living and the dead will be sharing hearts and memories separated only by the sense of touch.It's the love that makes the touch special anyway so love a little more and your really not missing anything at all.

The unknown is one of my closest companions these days. From the unknown I've made up my beliefs and stories of my known.In a lot of ways I am not comfortable when I'm surrounded by a world that's too familiar. The unknown is the realm of potential and possibility. The unknown is where creativity and God dwell, passing through us when we are open enough to allow the unknown a chance to move through us.Life is just too flat unless there's a pinch of fear to keep me on my toes and in the moment.I trust my choices today and not knowing is a life line to allowing that trust to live through me creating as we go. Not knowing makes the Day of the Dead a family reunion of magic and color.Maybe that old saying about the only thing to fear is fear itself fits better if you add the only thing to fear is living only for the known.....Saludos, Lee

Walking Together

We were out of bed at 6 a.m. This was our first Independencia in Mexico—Fourth of July, South of the Border. The morning was overcast so it wasn't too hot. Mee, Lola, Bella and I were headed to San Fransisco {San Pauncho} to walk in the Village Parade. We ate some killer tamales that Lupita's mom made (Lupita is the 16-year-old who takes care of Lola during the weekdays so Mee and I can work a bit), drank a shot of local coffee and off we went.

We were the first family from Bella's Escuela del Mundo to make it to the starting point.Our good friend Gina was also along to support her Mexico's Independence Celebration. By 9:30 the crowd had arrived and we were off to the plaza in the center of the pueblo.

Bella was so proud to be a part of this celebration. I think she must have absorbed some of my love for Mexico. Lola of course was not to be out done so she squeezed into Bella's school group, all two feet of her, and marched along beside Bella toward the sea.

As we walked, the sidewalks and empty lots were filled with the smiling faces of the people of San Pauncho. This was Independence Day with waving flags and food on the streets. The Mexican people are very connected to the dream of Independence. They are proud and still dress with that pride. Mexico has a living connection to the freedom that Independence Day stands for. “VIVA MEXICO, VIVA MEXICO.....”

At the end of the line we stood around the plaza while the kids from the other two schools in San Pauncho recited Patriotic messages and honored their cultural hero's. With the last “Viva Mexico” the group broke into a great street party eating Tacos and Cerviche, drinking Jamaica water and Horchata. While all this was going on the best dressed Queen was chosen from all the kids and she was great, a true Mexican Princessa.

There's a simplicity to life here that I seem to remember from when I was a kid, before I had so many expectations and opinions of what and how everything was "supposed " to be. Everything that happens is not a big production with all the official stuff so thick it overwhelms the fun and simple celebration.

Watching the news the last few days I wonder if the USA isn't headed back to a more simple, genuine life style than what we've aspired to in the last 30 years. It's easy to see where so much faith invested in money, greed and personal wealth as a God, has hit the wall. So the house comes down, like all the kings horses and all the kings men. Can the yahoos in D.C. put it all back together again? I hope not.

I lived a lie for a number of years. Of course at the time I had no idea that's what I was doing, and it was. After the humility and reality of dealing with my delusions and misdirected loyalties, I know today that it took a lot of misery to get me to step back and let go of trying to hold it all together.

I hear President Bush say the economy is still strong, What the fuck is the matter with him? Could he possibly be that stupid? Or is he just such a self absorbed liar that he is incapable of seeing the truth all around him. I say these things not as a finger pointer but as one who has been there myself. Thank God I wasn't President of The United States at that time.

So what do we do now America? Can we get simple and bring our attention back to family and community? Or are we so far gone that we won't let go of demanding that what we think we want we deserve, regardless of how not it's going to happen.

I've watched a lot of addicts not be able to just stop it and let go and most of them are dead now...I think a lot of them never realized that they had a choice, not really. They were just so wired to run on their automatic pilot that no amount of sirens and lights or pain and suffering could get their attention for long.

Where we're at with all this, time will tell, cuse the times they are a changin'.....Vaya con Dios...Lee