Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas to all!

Copyright (C) 2011 by Michael G. Hesley
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Dreams of Dreams

I dream of dreams

that I've not yet seen... 

Never knowing what to expect

of their mystical scheme.

Dreams for love

we want to feed. 

Dreams of feelings

that feel surreal.

Lusty dreams of desire,

that we love to fear.  

Dreams of loving love

for another near.

Exhausting dreams 

of fanciful control,

delving and playing

with careless dare.

Dreaming of 

more of more,

never having 

enough of enough.

Why do I dream the 

dreams of other's? 

What is my purpose

of knowing their druthers?

Perhaps I'm just a voyeur,

and lack my own insight; 

devoid of clear visions,

eclipsed by other’s light.

I have fears of my own

of not being good enough. 

My own version of never

having enough of enough.

But I've learned to 

surrender and accept

my dreams of dreams

with my lack of depth.

So, I work to dream

and to observe what is.

Can I make real these 

dreams of what can be?

Copyright (C) 2011 by Michael G. Hesley

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Lemons into Lemonade!

Such a sad day, yesterday... The loss of a tree my family has known since 1989...

When life hands you lemons... Make lemonade!

Please read Hannah's blog...Thanks Hannie!  She's one of my three daughters... Harmony, Jan the Man, Hannah, Hali, and Derek the Son-in-Law... They did good!

I love my girls and boys!

My daughter, Hannah's blog... Please read!

Look at Harmony's Blog, too!

;-)

Copyright (C) 2011 by Michael G. Hesley
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A Solitary Journey Together

My outward traveling poorly 

negates my inner worries.

It's just no substitute for

my solitary journey’s. 

No longer limited by space or time,

I leave this world's endless mazes, 

and travel through psychic places, 

without my senses or physical traces.  

This journey, I take inside of me...

Not searching, nor pensive,

and without my worldly connection, 

I see ahead a bridge of shimmering clarity.

Intensely, I consider the bridge,

and I ponder it's mysterious meaning. 

Is this ethereal bridge real?

What!? It's becoming something else...

This bridge is another Beginning, 

and apparently, another first big step. 

I've shrugged my yoke of fears,

so, laughingly, I just leapt!

Vivid visions of Creations!

Look! Dark after endings,

and Light from beginnings, 

like the skins I’m perpetually shedding. 

A Woman of White,

and a Woman of Green,

they speak to me softly

of scenes I may dream. 

Animals, people, and jungles,

and past events I’ve bungled!

But the outcome is different here,

all because, I've lost my fear of fear.

Love, and the melding of my Self and self;

I feel my former pain transmuting

to a golden state of wealth.

I feel better now, without my self-rebuking.

Ah ha! There IS more to 

imagination than meets the eye...

Come on! Take a chance with

this chance; please, give it a try!

Let your heart burst widely and

ride your spirit's carousel of energy...

Smile, and jump across your bridge!  

It’ll be the start of your splendid synergy!

Take a chance with a chance…

Could this journey change your life's part?

With a warrior’s intention and purpose,

perhaps, you’ll travel your path with a heart.

Copyright (C) 2011 by Michael G. Hesley

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The Sounds of Naught

The drumming is soothing...
My soul releases me to see
the "as if," and the "what will be,"
yet, happily, none are "of me."

No excessive thinking,

I see shapeless notions.
At first, they appear as
from my basic emotions.

The thoughts are still

and menacing...
Black thoughts;
primitive and gripping!

But, I let go of my fear,

I feel,
and I listen...
Oh! How the sounds do glisten!

Hummingbird songs,

and The Eagle's cries,
I see their vibrations,
like words popping into my eyes!

The feel of soft words,

the music of child's rhymes,
the sights that I hear are
not from my normal line.

What are these

sounds?
From where
do they come?

"Silent knowledge is nothing but

direct contact with intent."
So, listen to your naught;
It is time well spent!

Want to share in the Silence?

Then use no self-reflection...
Go see your Sounds of Naught
with your Unbending Intention.

Copyright (C) 2011 by Michael G. Hesley
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Sharing Spirit Energy

Alone; with hopeful

thoughts and open heart,
I dreamily wait and surrender

to the unknowing of this state.

Softly, your feminine spirit
silently surrounds me, 
and your presence fills my void
with the glow of your waif-like soul.

Reclining, care-freely I smile,
not knowing the where,
the how high, nor the what,
and certainly, not the why...

I’m twilight here, and when
we embrace, I let go of
my hard heart and pain,

I feel now the lightness of grace!

Bright spirit and perfection,
compliments yours and mine,
Yin and Yang join together
in soft light of the sublime.

At first, I'm confused...
But, I yield to your femininity,
yet, I retain my masculinity.
Intently, we combine without enmity...

I know the sweetness
and the where that I'm at...
Purposely, we meld and merge, 
as we mate in our own two ways...

Loving our selves, no longer

knowing our self-ish selves,
we remember not of our old caring…
But, will we know the why this new sharing?

Tenderness, and softness,
and strength, and calm...
Easily, uneasy souls join together,
gracefully, almost as if one.

Copyright (C) 2011 by Michael G. Hesley

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For Esther Mitsuko Oka… Rest In Peace... August 30, 2011

The Wheel of Time turns…

A construct of our mind,

we exhaust our self’s trying to

slow-burn limited time.

Preoccupied with death,

we’re afraid to live life out

to our temporal last breath.

Time’s a fickle guest at best…

Time stays too long,

time stays too short,

yet we exhort it to
leave us more.

A great serpent that

swallows its own tail,

time doggedly stings us

like a stepped-on nail.

Stumbling and swearing,

we complain time isn’t fair!

Time feels sharp, and we

try to defeat it, by more doing dare.

How do we slow it down?

Make love to it with need?

Cheat death with time?

Stretch it with Einsteinian speed?

Can we turn

time on a dime?

Please, stop the
march of time!

Dying ends time's brutal

march with death…
Can we mortals kick out
this untimely guest?

Dying is our self’s

way of killing time.

But, why should we kill

something so sublimely fine?

The Art of Dying is about

nullifying self’s demise.

My intention is to practice

dying, so I wisely keep trying.

Why fight time’s ending?

Why fight non-existent time?

Self is no friend to self; so Self,
destroy mind's time bending!

Let ego’s time go!

We’re spiritually timeless!

Let time go it’s own way;

don’t let the serpent beguile us!

We’re endless,

and we’re timeless!

Just like the serpentine

Wheel of Time.

Without beginning or ending,

and with purpose-full

unbending;
just let time go!

The Art of Dying
is surrendering and swallowing
that serpent in the Garden,

and existing forever,
for our ever un-ending…

Copyright (C) 2011 by Michael G. Hesley
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For Phylis G. Hesley, My Stepmother... Rest In Peace... Aug 8, 2011

Walking alone
in the warm moonlight,
lightning bugs flashing softly
and forlornly, for me this night. 

My legs feel like lead,
my arms they barely swing...
An empty warmth fills my head 
with the Silent Knowing it brings...

The Mother of others and me 
quietly, she passed away...
Her memories will fade for some,
and yet, her Possibilities, they gleam!

She did her best for others,
and in her salty and colorful way,
she gave love to father and family,
and I'm thankful for Her this day. 

I pray she has peace and love 
and her new adventure she enjoys.
I pray she learns of the Light and the Dark
and that Knowing she will employ. 

I'm a little jealous of her this night...
But I'm pleased for her Knowing,
because I Know she Knows now the
Knowledge, and she positively glows of it! 

Her Silent Knowing is hers,
and after passing through the veil,
God serves her love and compassion,
so, my family, there is no need to wail. 

She wings!
She soars!
And her Soul
is Free!

With no need of time for her,
who on Earth can really know her 
Boundlessness and Endlessness
and what her Soul may come To Be?

Perhaps she'll sail the universe?
Maybe she'll be a song of birds?
Or maybe she'll be just a drop of rain?
Perhaps of these things she's longed...

If You were in her place,
what songs of your new universe
could You, and would You,
happily and loudly sing?

Copyright (C) 2011 by Michael G. Hesley
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Timeless Wanderings...

There are times

I think I'm lost...

Devoid of reference,

living lucid dreams.

All at high cost...

Creatively dreaming

of new existences

with immunity in

my Self's beautiful

and Active Infinities.

Directionless,

yet Boundless...

Energized,

and Focused...

I'm a Timeless Wanderer.

Temporal body

and Ageless Spirit,

Together, we channel

Knowing from the

the Universal Library.

Silent Knowledge

that changes stubborn self.

Self innately loves it,

but self hates it,

and makes such a fuss!

self says, “Don’t

confuse me with the facts!

I’ve already made

up my mind! Self!

Your efforts, are all in vain!"

But, listen to your Self

that Loves selfish self...

Feel the warm feeling,

of Truth surging down

and up your spine.

From the Pentatonic

chimes that mesmerize

with restless winds,

playing endless songs
of God's graces and joy.

Listening to the chime's sing

of Boundless Possibilities...

The songs I feel;
they resonate,

within and without me.

Chimes,
that sing the same song…

"Surrender, my friend,

and just

Let It Be."

TC,

Michael

Copyright © 2011 Michael G. Hesley

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Bridges

In A Separate Reality by Carlos Castaneda, Don Juan Mateus is quoted that "once the idea of taking death as a companion, it becomes a witness to our acts." He said, "when the premise is accepted, in whatever mild form, a bridge is formed which extends across the gap between our world of daily affairs, and something that is in front of us, but has no name; something that is lost in a fog, and doesn't seem to exist; something so terribly unclear that it cannot be used as a point of reference, and yet, it is there, undeniably present." The unknown.

Don Juan claimed that "the only being on earth capable of crossing over that bridge was a warrior: silent in his struggle, undetainable because he has nothing to lose, functional and efficacious because he has everything to gain."

In my the previous blog entry, "An Interesting Dream This Morning..." I intentionally left out two parts of the dream. I'm not sure why I did that, perhaps its because I didn't fully accept the symbolism of the lucid dream.  Last night, after reading Don Juan's comments in Castaneda's book The Wheel of Time, I realize that I should include the two facts I left out.  1) The castle wasn't completely deserted. There was a feminine spirit present who showed me the way to the wooden door and the exit to the castle. 2) When I looked over the edge of the spire with the ship perched on it, I saw something else besides baggage, clothes, etc. I saw the remains of people who discarded their unneeded bodies over the edge.

Those two parts of the lucid dream, bothered me somewhat, and I left them out of the narrative. First, I'm not completely sure of the significance of the feminine spirit. Second, while I understood the part of the vision of the discarded bodies, I wasn't completely comfortable with writing about it, primarily because I wasn't sure if it was a "physical death" of the body or a spiritual death of the ego. I'm quite sure now that it isn't just the physical death, but it is both the death of the individual human ego, and also it is the death of the body, because it is no longer significant to the spirit/Soul. Or, we are not our bodies.

I also wrote "Standing at the helm, I took the Wheel of Time in my hands..." I didn't know of Castaneda's book The Wheel of Time until after I wrote and posted the previous blog. I didn't know it existed until I did a web search for Castaneda about a week ago, found the book and bought it. I didn't remember mentioning the Wheel of Time in the previous blog entry. So, feminine spirits (think about males accepting their feminine side, Yin/Yang), bridges formed across gaps that only warriors (I'm a retired military officer) can cross, deaths of the ego and body, Wheel of Time, journeys into the unknown, etc., is just too much to be coincidence. Sometimes, I feel that its only my "over-active" imagination (to quote a friend) that strings together what my subconscious wants. And all of it seems very convenient now that I've written about it after the previous blog. But, I know with every fiber of my being that it is true. Instead of being slightly freaked out about the lucid dream, and Don Juan's quotes, I'm very calm about this. There is no return bridge. A-Z...

My friend Steve Kubacki told me that I've already crossed the bridge, and that "you just don't know it yet." He said that it takes time for reality to catch up with the present... Like a spirit who stays for a while, because it doesn't realize it's body is dead, but eventually even its reality catches up with it. Wow! Reality IS kinder than our thoughts.

And, I believe Steve is right...

TC,
Michael

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An Interesting Dream this Morning...

Dreams are interesting…

A dream; no a vision of a story unfolding…

I was the main character in a struggle to climb a high, steep, and slippery spire of rock with a castle at the top.  I strained, I slipped, and I bloodied myself, and yet I was relentless in my climb to the "top."  Nothing could stop me.  There were many dangers, distractions, and false paths.  At the top, and after great effort, and leaving all behind, I entered the large unlocked castle doors, only to find it deserted.  Devoid of people, but well-lived in, I felt the spiritual presence that attracted me to see what was there within the confines of the masterly built and airy home in the clouds.  It was finely laid out, with tapestries, large meeting places, well-used furniture, towering bookcases, and great fireplaces.  But yet, it felt very much like it was a home, not a fortress of solitude.  Whoever lived there had a great life in the seclusion and safety of the castle.  It had parapets, armaments, a grand view from on high, and paintings of happy and pleasant castle experiences, but it was empty now.  Whomever lived there was gone. They hadn’t been gone very long.

I felt the energy of the spirits of those that lived there before.  They spoke to me...

Their spiritual energy called to me, and I was drawn to a small, and apparently, recently unlocked thick wooden door that was curiously left open.  Inside was a stairway that led steeply down and outside of the castle.  There were no lights or handholds, just the feeling that it was the “right way” out of the castle.  I walked down perhaps 100 stairs, and they ended at a wooden walkway across to another spire of rock with a finely crafted wooden sailing ship that shone brightly with white sails, and lit up inside with a warm heavenly light.  The ship sat squarely on top of the spire of rock.  No one was around the ship.  What a curious sight!  Why didn’t I see the other spire of rock when I climbed the winding path to the castle?

Carefully, I tested the wooden walkway, found it was sound, and I cautiously walked across the elevated path to the ship.  It was sunny, and there were bright happy clouds in the blue sky.  The clouds beckoned me across, and I began to walk faster, feeling that I would find something important in the sailing ship.  I giggled and laughed as I walked across the wooden path, smiling happily with the idea of finding importance within the beautiful sleek craft.  I stepped off the wooden path, and as I was admiring the ship's clean design, behind me the wooden walkway disintegrated.  Strange, I didn’t feel any fear, or regret, as I stood there with no expression, calmly watching the wooden path dissolve, leaving no apparent way off the nearly vertical spire of rock.

Before me lay the ship, sitting on its keel.  It wasn’t a proud ship, just a ship humble by design.  Before climbing aboard, I walked around the ship noting its lines, its functionality, and I noticed it emanated the same spiritual energy that was in the castle that drew me here in the first place.  The bright work was lovely; it shone like gold, and the wood was perfectly varnished with the painstaking love and care of a master shipbuilder. Whoever the builder of the ship was, the craftsman cared much about it.  The ship felt alive with loving Purpose and Intention…

Looking down the spire, I noticed there appeared far below baggage from travelers that looked like it was thrown off the towering spire.  The suitcases, trunks, and satchels were smashed, and I could see belongings of much “value” lying below.  In the piles of apparently unwanted things were the clothes of people who tossed them over the edge with their baggage.  Apparently, no roller bags full of attachments or human trappings are needed here.

I carried no baggage with me in my climb up and down the spires.  Just myself.  No food, or water, only my simple utility climbing clothing on my body.  I was quite comfortable on the rock spire.  I was quite warm, and feeling secure, I removed all my clothing and tossed them over the side with the other useless articles of human wants and needs.  Smiling, I turned way from the rocky edge, and moved toward the craft with my own Intention and Purpose, onto the walkway and the ship.  It seemed to glow with purity, energy, feeling, and intelligence.  I moved aft to the helm, and there on a bright, shiny engraved plate of brass was the name Deliverance.  A ship named Deliverance; I thought, from what?  I took the wheel in my hands, and it moved like a large airplane’s yoke.  It rolled left and right, and forward and aft.  This wasn’t a ship of the water like I have seen before; it was a ship for Air!

Exploring the ship, I found it a practical and easy-living place to travel to destinations unknown to me.  No evidence showed of where Deliverance had been, or where it’s going.  I felt that it was waiting for someone to give it a purpose since there appeared to be no pre-programmed destination.  So, Deliverance isn’t a ferry, Deliverance is a ship outfitted to explore the unknown with no destination.  Deliverance seemed to be only designed for the journey.  No compass, no maps, an exploratory ship that carries no baggage, or ties to anything.  No cravings, no aversions, no desires, Deliverance felt like Pure Intention and Purpose.  Just then, I felt what powers it…  It isn’t wind driven…  It’s powered by the Boundless and Endless Four Winds of Purpose cleansed by the pure energy of the Universe’s Unbending Intention.  Feeling pleased, I made my way up to the main deck, and I sat at the helm.  Oddly, the helm felt like it was custom-made for my spirit.

Why is this ship here?  Who made this?  Why now?  I sat near the helm, feeling why this happened, and then it came…

My Soul answered, quietly, silently, and like a cool gentle summer breeze lovingly caressing me; it said, “We made it for All of Us…”  "We made it with Self-Love of self, Right-Action, much Self’s self-forgiveness, and with Boundless Compassion for any who wish to Surrender to the Journey."

Standing at the helm, I took the Wheel of Time in my hands, and as I pushed forward with all my Love, Intention and Purpose gently filled Deliverance's sails, and we lightly lifted away from the rocky perch.  Together, we're propelled not from the what, but instead, we're drawn to the infinity of places of Great Beauty and the Great Unknown.

It was then that I woke up from the "dream."

Some dream, huh?

TC,
Michael

Addendum:  My friend Steve Kubacki says the dream is this…

"A voyage from the citadels of safe but unrealized and so empty grandiose musings into the vast space of unknown and risky realities, thereby delivering you from unsatisfying finite possibilities to the substantive peace, wonder and joy of infinite actualities that transcend time."  Steve does have a way of saying things exactly right...

Copyright (C) 2011 by Michael G. Hesley
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Happy Mother's Day, Mom!

Happy Mother's Day, Mom! We all love you!

Theo Marcene Campbell Hesley 1929-1975

With all our love,

Dennis

Denese

LaNaya

Michael

Marcene

Michelle

Kelley

Shirlee

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self's Delusions

Politicians,

Professors,

Prophets,

and the Powerful…  

Pharisees,

Prognosticators,

Pundits,

and the Powerless… 

All have in common,

self-righteousness and 

bridge-less distance between
their self's deluded views. 

Science and religion 

still hate each other… 

For they are conjoined,

but not yet reconciled…  

Left and Right,

seeing with prideful disdain. 

Left and Right wants you

to suffer their self's pity-full pain. 

Powerful and powerless not seeing,
yet most with much muddled thought.

Seeing with only their senses,

and with their self's great doubt… 

Great People of intellect, filled

with much useless knowledge of nothing. 

Souls without knowledge, blessed
with the nothing of Self's Silent Knowing. 

Most not Knowing Truth,

but smug with knowing nods… 

Prideful with self-importance, 

yet lost, without even a notice. 

Most limited, and sense-less, 

with only flatness in sight. 

Soul's Boundlessness and Endlessness,

silenced by ego's malicious might!

Most are deluded, yet, 

their own delusions they cannot see.

For their delusions are their collective
sameness… Victims… Misery loves company!

Yet, some Soul's of Self's are 

silent with Clarity of Sight.

Their Soul and Self, have no

desire for self's-righteous delight. 

Do you know only emotions?

Yet, ignore feelings of Truth?

Ignoring Right Action? How long will 

you exist without Intention's pursuit?

Unbending Intent and Purpose,

unlocks Self-less Actions of Love.

Love's an Action verb my friend…
My wish is for you to Know this!

Why fight like petty people,

each with thoughts of self knowing?

Turn within… Can you see Self's Boundless

and Endless Possibilities glowing? 

Surrender and Undo
your self-inflicted damage...

Take out your trash! 

Let go of that bully we call our "self."

Go ahead, slice it all away!
You'll never miss it...
See your Self in a new way!
Try it, finally… This is a new day...

Copyright © 2011 Michael G. Hesley
All Rights Reserved

Movies that will elevate your Self...

What do these movies all have in common? They're all uplifting and entertaining, and best of all, if you watch them, they'll elevate awareness of your Self and our existence.

Does anyone know which movie is considered the "highest" in consciousness using Dr. David Hawkins Scale of Consciousness? Why is it the "highest?" Here is a hint: it's probably one you've not watched, but it's in the list below... Many of the movies are on Netflix, and you can also buy them on Amazon.com. Enjoy watching them!

2001: A Space Odyssey

About Schmidt

Amadeus

Avatar

A Beautiful Mind

Barefoot in the Park

Ben Hur

Big Fish

Chariots of Fire

Citizen Kane

Contact

Dickens’ Christmas Carol

Driving Miss Daisy

Doctor Zhivago

Empire of the Sun

Fantasia

Field of Dreams

Forrest Gump

From Here to Eternity

Gandhi

Gone with the Wind

Hamlet
Hearts in Atlantis

Hook

Inception

It’s A Wonderful Life

KPAX

Little Buddha

Lord of the Rings:

            The Fellowship of the Ring

            The Two Towers

            The Return of the King

Lost Horizon
Meet Joe Black

Mr. Smith Goes to Washington

Saturday Night Fever

Shakespeare in Love

The Man From Earth

The Matrix Series:

            The Matrix

            The Matrix Reloaded

            Matrix Revolutions

My Fair Lady

Napoleon Dynamite

Peaceful Warrior

The African Queen

The Big Blue

The Color Purple
The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
The Natural

The Lion King

The Philadelphia Story

The Princess Bride

The Pursuit of Happyness

The Quiet Man

The Right Stuff

The Shift

The Sound of Music

The Wizard of Oz

Rain Man

Slumdog Millionaire

Singing in the Rain

Terms of Endearment

Titanic

Toy Story

West Side Story

What Dreams May Come

What the Bleep?

Winged Migration

TC,

Michael

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Security Forever?

Few things last forever,
and forever's a long time...
Few things lasts forever,
and yet, it's something sublime.

Few things last forever,
like our Spirit's and Love's energy...
Few things might not last forever,
like lover's love, and matter in entropy.

Our lives won't last forever,
yet, we live like life is endless.
Our fear of dying, our outlook of "never,"
keeps us in denial of our unknown forever.
.
Endless security is a useless desire,
yet, we live in fear and much self-lying...
Endless security is a myth of epic fiction,
yet, there is wisdom in self's myopic dialectic.

Why do we live like nothing ends?
For all things must end and begin,
and all things must pass...
So, make amends before our ego's fearful end.

Our limited energy is wasted on
our desire for this life's forever.
In our humanly form, our energy is limited,
so, use energy wisely, for what really matters.

What really matters to you?
Is it money? Is it love?
Is it power over others?
Or, the Known in our mind's endless grey matter?

We want our endless security forever!
We want it now! So deny it to me never...
But, security is fleeting, and never forever,
and your Self knows this... All for the better...

Living just for the unknown future,
leaves us with little to live for the now.
We miss "what is," and "as if,"
in pursuit of our endless asking of self's "why not?"

Why use our limited energy
on the pursuit of endless security?
Why go on ego's quest of it's
fictional and endless forever?

Embrace our endings and beginnings...
See your Self's beginningless and endlessness...
With Intention and Purpose, pursue
with honesty, the Root of Our Existence.

"To Be," is Endless, and Forever,
and it lasts for all of Eternity...
Accept your Endless Eternity, and the Wisdom
of your life's endless insecurities.

Gracefully Accept and Surrender to
your Existence as Life in Blissful Eternity...
Don't waste your life's limited energies
on useless pursuit of self's fictionalities.

Because, the question to ask your self is...
Now really... Do you have much of a real
Choice, or say, in all of this Eternal Evolution
anyway?

Copyright (C) 2011 by Michael G. Hesley
All Rights Reserved

Please Listen... by Garth and Clifford Hockersmith

With permission from Garth, I wanted to post this link to a song by Garth and Clifford Hockersmith called, "Please Listen..."

I don't feel any introduction is necessary... It's better to just listen to the song.

I don't know Cliff, but I do know Garth. I'm honored to even know him... We have helped each other over the last few years. Garth is 29, with the awareness of what seems like lifetimes of knowledge and Light.

For Cliff; you are a beautiful man... We all hope to hear more from you and Garth...

So, please listen to "Please Listen..."

For now, it's only on Facebook. It is not available for download, or resale.

http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/video/video.php?v=200990550448&comments

The link above can be shared, as long as credit is given to the Brother's Hockersmith.

"Please Listen..." Lyrics and music is Copyrighted by Garth and Clifford Hockersmith. They reserve all rights for "Please Listen..."

With respect for the Hockersmith's,
Michael

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Poetry and Flying High

Poetry... I didn't know this until a couple of months ago... Not until I let poetry write me... Poetry's the swift kick in the gonads! It's the punch in the nose, the sharp slap in the face that stalks me and takes me by surprise! To me, poetry's emotionally, spiritually, intellectually, and sensuously, my velvet jolt, and my giga-watt shock of beauty! Perhaps, I could even call it "God shock..." Poetry's the combination of letting my sweet inner silence and knowing deliver the electrifying jolt from my soul that keeps me on the path to Self-awareness. I just do the best I can... This jolt, through unbending intention and purity of my purpose, reinforces my belief that in this world of so much suffering and pain, that I can still feel and give love, and it's alright... Even if we receive precious little in return...

Thank you, don Juan and Carlos Castaneda, and Steve Kubacki...

Flying's my sorcery, my artistry, and it's really the most fun I have with my clothes on... I've had few inhibitions in flying, I've taken my flying to the limits of the body, mind, soul and machine. I took one flying lesson, and BAM! When I see something I want, I just go for it... I went for it! But, I never want to own it, just co-exist and join with it. I never feel there is a separate flying machine and my body. There's only the us, the we, and the melding of organic and non-organic life spirits... The aircraft is alive to me... Hmmm... Like making love... I make love with everything I fly and it loves me back!  Ok, that's intense, but it's the difference between a man who just fly's aircraft, and an aviator... The person who merely fly's is a technician, competent, but doesn't fly through their soul... The aviator is an artist, a slave to the art of flying, a lover who transcends method with their multi-dimensional love making style... Maybe I can take you flying someday? In a wholesome, and innocent way...

Thank you, Ernest K. Gann, Antoine de Saint Exupery, Darrell Hoff, and my wonderful Dad, who helped me know to go for what I want...

TC,
Michael

Copyright (C) 2011 by Michael G. Hesley
All Rights Reserved

Stroking the Ego

Self-serving

spiritual gain,

serves our pain,

feeding self’s disdain.

Wanting to be

free…

Freedom from what?

Mind doesn’t see…

Stroking our egos…

Yeah…

Faster…

Faster!

We want,

whatever it is…

We’ll kill for it,

just to serve it more…

We’ll lie to our self’s,

to forget about the festering sore…

Give it to me!

More of some more…

Stroking our egos…

More…

Uh-huh…

Uh-huh!

Your itchy ego

needs a scratch…

A never ending, and

impatient mis-match…

We look for love,

in all the

wrong

spaces…

Stroking our egos...

Mmm…

Yes…

Yes!

Ego loves to be

served…

Love, loves

to serve!

Ego doesn’t want

“Itself” to end…

It never wants

“Itself” to mend…

Stroking our egos…

Stop!

Don’t…

Don’t stop!

An endless fight

with self and pain...

Ego says, “Give me

more! More exquisite pain!

There is more…

Much more in store…

But ego

fights the Painless Soul…

Stroking our egos…

Wait…

What are you doing?

Keep doing more!

Ego’s loves it’s circle of pain

and sorrow…

Ego repeats it again,

and again; more on the morrow…

Self wants freedom,

and To Be…

self wants Self,

not To Be…

Stroke me more…

Why are you stopping?

Stroke me more…

Stop! Don’t go!

Why do we do this?

Why hurt our self’s?

Soul asks self, why hurt

other’s for gain, only for our self’s?

You don’t need this inglorious pain…

Love serves,

ego loves to be served…

Feeding our pain, never ever serves…

Let go of your suffering!

It serves no function…

Pain is optional…

Kill it with Intention.

The Self’s Will is to

heal, and give Purpose

and direction, and desire

to serve Light's Purpose.

Self’s Purpose is to

help let go of our payoff in pain…

So let go of your suffering,

for serving self’s ego, is only in vain…

Love your Self, and be kind to self!

There is so much for Us to gain…

Much Love to gain for Others, too!

Just let go! Let go of your self's useless and egoic pain…

Copyright (C) 2011 by Michael G. Hesley

All Rights Reserved

Sowing the Seeds of Love

A Woman of Green from her

place of youthful vigor,

came to our circle of

pining and useless snigger.

She watched us as we

craftily criticize
the loving hearts of men and women;

the most valuable of our sweetest prizes.

Taking great gashing bites with our

jaws of self-righteous delight;

we placed them in our open

and prideful gaping maws.

Barely chewing

and mashing;

almost swallowing

their silly heart’s whole…

The Woman of Green,

watched with fascination,

as we enjoyed our self’s

in our gluttonous mastication.

We ignored her tender stare,

as we emptily looked at her

with our toxic glares.

For we love to hate, without a care…

She held a newspaper written
with moods of despair.

The paper was finely shaped,  

as a funneled cone, holding some ware.

Something inside the paper

was numerous and green…

Small seeds of what she called,

"Love, that goes between…”

Those seeds were energetic!

They shone and they quaked!

She said “they will move your

hearts, if you’ll only partake…”

They looked delicious like

shelled pistachios appear,

but few partook of the seeds,

that she sows from a near.

I took a chance for a chance;

my heart was broken anyway…

I took a chance with my receptive

and open heavy heart.

Her green seed was luscious

and sweet to my taste.

With respect, I chewed the

Seed of Love, with no undue haste.

Feeling its Energy and Freedom's Renewal,

seed nourished my needful body of greed...

I was filled by Sweet Love’s Energy of Source!
Not knowing why, her seed, served the greatest of deeds... 

A few more from our circle saw

my change, and felt of their empty need…

So, others from our cynical circle,

partook of her surprising green seed.

Our eyes opened,

and we saw with great speed,

how we sniggered, and hated,

and before, how we ruined man’s Self-less deeds.

Only a few consumed

seeds from this Woman of Green.

For their pride and their self's-disdain

feeds them, and their endless pain...

The Woman of Green,

her love for us, exceeded her need...

So she gave us the Seeds of Love;

she gave her progeny, without self-ish greed.

Now, those Seeds of Love,

they grow and move men’s hearts!

They Love with kindness and care,
and they Love Self-less-ly, with great dare!

The Woman of Green
sows the Power of Love,
planting one Seed
with one Soul...

Changing the world with
one seed for each Heart...
Changing us forever,
each of us, one at a time...

Copyright (C) 2011 by Michael G. Hesley

All Rights Reserved

Scorpio and Gemini

Walking in the cool light night,

stars brightly laughing and twinkling,

like heavenly eyes, mischievously peeking,

from the god's dark and velvety black delight.

The Twins, Taurus,

Orion the Great Hunter;

and Canis of Major size, with

Canis of Minor and lower wise…

Stouthearted men and hounds of old,

of tales of dramatic and golden bold.

Gemini draws my attention, their stars

faintly shine of little light or more...

Pollux, exuding the greatest of gallantry;

Castor, famous with the swiftest of steeds…

Their eyes burning bright in the cold wintry sky,

placed on high for their warm heroic deeds!

But they have a small and irritating bane…

Scorpio... Orion’s short and lethal destroyer,

could be the Twin’s thorny emotional pain…

Vice versa-ly… Must they be each other’s annoyer?

No one knows why it must be so…

Astrologers say that Scorpio’s and Gemini’s fight
and they yell, like demon spawn, from the depth's of hell…

Like the boiling blood of Water and Air, that just refuses to gel...

Is this truly so?

Does it have to be?

I laugh at astrologer’s fearful

prognostication for she and me…

In the full moon’s glow,

Scorpio's and Gemini’s music flows

with innocence and delight… Challenging

each in great ways with their respective rites...

Scorpio’s beauty and endless energy,

and the Twin’s innate mystical synergy,

their hearts open to boundless possibilities,

negating each other’s opposite qualities.

Que Bella La Luna!

Her beauty's Silvery Light burning Gemini's starry admiring eyes,

his Candle-Fire Eyes light up Scorpio's delicious feminine flora…

Will they join? Or will they each other despise?

Can they transcend astrology’s myth?

Will they step beyond it’s limiting grip?

Scorpio and Gemini dance in the moon’s insane light,

Wishing to hold each other with passion and lover’s delight…

Cautiously, carefully observing each other…

Courage and Fear, and Love and Grief,

patiently waiting for the lightest of Heaven’s sweet breath,

not sure of themselves, and not sure of each other…

Water and Air desiring and hoping for love…

Slightly perplexed in their place of sweet juncture.

Wanting and patiently waiting for desire’s first love…

Wondering if they’ll have love's fiery, and ecstatic rapture...

Copyright (C) 2011 by Michael G. Hesley

All Rights Reserved

I had great fun with this poem! I worked in a planetarium as a young man. I memorized the constellations, their mythologies, their stories of love, and power and dominance over mortal humans. The immortals and the gods were petty and always maneuvering for more power and position over each other and the humans below. Sound like anything today on earth we know?

This is for you Johann F... Ha!