Create a Notebook.
Put this time in order...
with a Cover, and an intention,
with an outcome that is in place.
Then then steps, organication,
toward the outcome.
This is the nature of the Plant Your Dream work.
TO plant a seed with an intention
in mind.
THE CURRENT FIELD OF PLAY
The Zen story below is important,
The story about the Tigers,
and the sterawberry.
It from a book called
Learning to Fall.
I have been writing last week
about learning to fall up.
It has confused a number of people.
This whole idea of Falling RIght Up to Heaven
makes no earthly sense.
I used the metaphor of a rock.
The image came to me in the desert.
When I felt what we were doing that very weekend
was very significant.
I saw what we did together in camp, in our village,
determining a great fate.
There was intense healing cooperative living that weekend.
Then, an hour after camp broke,
there was an intense earthquake.
The epicenter was far away, not right nearby in
L.A. as projected.
THIS IS A BIT OF WHAT I HAVE BEEN PUTTING
TOGETHER DURING A TME OF GREAT MENTAL FOG
FOR MYSELF AND THE WORLD
These words do not make much sense
to many people.
HERE IS THE SECOND DRAFT
HERE IS THE FIRST DRAFT
The words seem to have reference points
to Paul and perhaps to Jesus.
Jesus was called a Rock, the Rock of Ages.
GOOGLING ROCK PERCHED
boulder balanced on a pinnacle rock, another boulder, or in some other precarious position. Some perched rocks form in place, as where rainwash (and in some cases wind) has removed fine material from around the boulder. Others may be transported by tectonic forces (involved in deformation of the Earth’s crust) or by ice (such as erratics, or glacier transports) and let down to an unsettled position. Perched rocks commonly have a hard capping, such as ferruginous duricrust, and they often show crumbling or exudation around their sides.
We had earthquakes last night,
I am in a living nightmare at the house.
I am not sure how to get out of this.
There also appears to be a new potential
friend showing up to help, who has
a lot of good solutions.
She may be the answer to a prayer.
Lots of themes the last week,
culminating in a nightmare this morning.
I was in a kind of school room.
I decided to put herbs down temporarily in the ground.
I buried them in white containers.
Then, I had a revelation to leave them in the ground.
I made a judgement call that they would grow O.K. there,
so I went back and took them out of the pots.
I did not remember if I had planted them in the pots.
I imagined them growing here. I saw into their future.
They were now large plants. They were growing
in between the students and the teacher.
It was still o.K.
I was so happy about this.
I left the field of herbs.
This was a good thing.
Then there was another scene.
The principal of the school was murdered
right there on the spot of one of the plants.
He may have come in to look at the plants.
He would never have come up if I had not
planted them there.
The plants were implicated in his death.
I felt so bad I had done this.
I was responsible for his death, it felt like.
I woke up feeling really bad.
Then, I realized my life today,
is a living nightmare!
Oh My God!
I feel like I am being help hostage in my
community by one member who does is not
communicating to me, over periods of months.
If feels like he is controlling the situation
of the community moving on in the shift.
He may not be well. He may have a condition.
What am I to do?
LOOK AT THE TIMING OF THIS????
LOOK AT THIS REPORT FROM
ELLEN KAUFMAN DOSICK
in her Cosmic TImes
I reviewed this already here:
This was a dream with very unexpected turns.
I was so happy that about this inspiration.
AN EXCERPT FROM LEARNING TO FALL
Perhaps, however, we do have some say in the manner of our falling. That is, perhaps we have a say in matters of style. As kids we all played the game of leaping from a diving board or dock, and before hitting the water striking some outrageous or goofy pose: axe-murderer, Washington crossing the Delaware, rabid dog. Maybe it comes to no more than this. But I’d like to think that learning to fall is more than merely a matter of posing, more than an opportunity to play it for laughs. In fact I would have it that in the way of our falling we have the opportunity to express our essential humanity.
There’s a well-known Zen parable about the man who was crossing a field when he saw a tiger charging at him. The man ran, but the tiger gained on him, chasing him toward the edge of a cliff. When he reached the edge, the man had no choice but to leap. He had one chance to save himself: a scrubby branch growing out of the side of the cliff about half way down. He grabbed the branch and hung on. Looking down, what did he see on the ground below? Another tiger.
Then the man saw that a few feet off to his left a small plant grew out of the cliff, and from it there hung one ripe strawberry. Letting go with one hand he found that he could stretch his arm out just far enough to pluck the berry with his fingertips and bring it to his lips.
How sweet it tasted!
I’m sure we’ve all found ourselves in this predicament.
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