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New Birth Today
I am going to a Jewish renewal event
by 10 AM. I will show The full set
of Love Cure Post Cards to the local
Jewish Community and receive Blessings,
Date: 3/18/2006 10:30:37 AM ( 18 y ) ... viewed 1094 times March 18, 2006
7:59 AM
Tons of miles to travel between now
and 9 AM this morning.
Let's see how far I can get.
There is a Jewish Renewal
meeting of the Elijah Minyan about 15 miles
from here. I want to go there.
There is a Prayer that they say
when you bring out something new
that has never been here before on the earth.
On my Altar in front of my desk,
however beleaugered with extraneous
distractions that need to be cleared away
to enhance the energy,
I have The Seven Love Cures--
The Love Cure Post Card Editions.
There are seven closeups of single flowers
and also the words of seven Soul inspired
poems. What makes them Love Cures is
that God is Love, and the Soul is our
individuality in God. The Soul can be seen,
felt, tasted, touched, heard here on the earth
and when this happens it is very sexy.
The juices start flowing through the body
when Soul inspired words are spoken.
Soul inspired words are the words that
as men, our fathers whispered in altered
states into the ears of the woman when
they wanted to make love.
In brief, however brief miliseconds,
a woman has heard something from a man
or another lover of her own sex, that waters her,
that inspires her to say, "I am watered by these words."
She gets in touch with herself as a flower.
She opens. This begins the journey of Soul Growth,
the journey of opening the Pandora's Box.
Two people cannot enter each other without
entering each other.
When sex becomes something merely physical
and mechanical it produces offspring where the Soul
is buried. When sex becomes something more
physical than bonding, it becomes something
that is less than Sacred.
The gift of Sacred Sexuality is that it opens
the doorway to evolution. Sacred Sexuality can
brings into the Earth the Sacred Child.
Sacred Sexuality, when its intent is to enhance
and share love, but not offspring, still produces
moments pregnant with meaning. The meaning
is interwhined with Soul Growth.
So today, a little more Love comes into the world.
I will, if allowed, lay out the Seven Love Cures, and ask
for Blessing. I am not sure if space will be allowed
to read one. This could happen, if I get there early enough,
or my spirit is present.
The spirit is the connection. IT is the energy that
moves when the Soul, Mind, and Body are talking.
The spirit is bed with the Vital Force, the Kundalini,
and in other worlds where we live, the spirit is
connected with all the eternal wisdom that has
ever taken form and still can be heard as we tune in.
This week I will take The Seven Love Cures
to the Natural Product Expo West.
I will be the photographer for the Organic Trade
Association Thursday night in Anaheim, where
Mickey weaves his magic down the street
from this Convention Center.
I do well in this location. I know the territory.
I have create Altars, however small, in this place,
and my spirit and my Soul have danced in this place
within the aisles of Merchants and Heart and Soul
entrepeneurs who are succeeding in the marketplace.
Once a year, for five days or so, I go down the road
where I might have been headed in this life, if it had
been my dharma to be a member of the professional
press. I was schooled in that. I graduated in Journalism
from the school that became known as Cal State Northridge.
My Soul was shining out, even back then.
I have written about those adventures in the Blogs.
During one two week period--the only two weeks
that I was Editor of the San Fernando Sun newspaper
through a quirk of Fate--an amazing synconicity of events
happened.
That story--deserves to be told in some professional publication
and is already written.
Briefly said, the morning of the San Fernando Earthquake of
72--the epicenter near the city where I was at the Editors desk
determining editorial content--the earthquaked bounced us.
The main headline said, "Earthquake hits as Sun goes to Press."
Below it was an feature story I wrote about an elder native
daughter of the Golden West, who was incredibly angry
because the City of San Fernando had chosen the path
of profit over the path of cultural upliftment time and time again.
They were talking about destroying the Lopez Adobe, one of
the icons of history in that neighborhood.
So that morning in early February, the whole city feel,
but the Adobe merely cracked.
The story was in print. I had written it right under the headline.
I was also the editor for that weekly the following week.
I wrote stories about police officers with balloons on their
motorcycles, placed their by kids as they all sat at the corners
alerting traffic that the area was unsafe due to impending
floodiing.
That week water came in in beer trucks when the lines
were broken. Everyone I saw through my eyes was about service.
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Watching the clock.
8:33 AM
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I will be in the Press Room at the NPEW.
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