<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21674840</id><updated>2011-12-14T19:54:07.651-07:00</updated><category term='intentions'/><category term='Stories'/><category term='Surrender'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Animals'/><category term='Ramblings'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='The NOW'/><category term='desires'/><category term='Life Spark'/><category term='manifestation'/><category term='2007'/><category term='News'/><title type='text'>Mumbo Jumbo</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog by White Feather</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>White Feather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/SREkMFxsugI/AAAAAAAAABI/N-l2lSZtPyE/S220/skyflower158.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21674840.post-8134206286431822696</id><published>2009-01-29T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:45:52.485-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Maracas</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://whitefeatherforum.bizland.com/maracas.jpg" alt="maracas"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=-1 face=Arial color=#238E23&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photo Copyright &amp;copy; 2009, by White Feather. 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While one may be far from the ensuing drama one is connected to it thanks to the energy one put into it long ago. Somewhere a story comes together that is partially written by you even though you are not there and not even aware of the story. But our role in the creation of the story ties us to it and allows us access if we choose to connect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, our actions today create the basis for stories to be played out whether or not we are around to witness those stories as they unfold in the future. We tend not to think of these possibilities but to become aware of the possibilities our actions create, we see a broader view of our actions and we can change our actions with this in mind. Every change of action creates a whole new field of possibilities upon which stories will be written. Our lives are like a boat flowing through the sea of possibilities leaving a wake that flows out over the sea affecting more than we are aware of since our attention is up ahead in the boat. As our boat continues flowing through the sea, changing course over time we eventually come across the wakes we left behind and see the stories built on the energy we left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we live we create waves. These waves travel the sea of possibilities as do we. It is inevitable that we come across the results of the waves we create. Waves go out in all directions so we can come across these waves in the past, present, or future. And when we do, we come across one part of the wave while the rest of the wave spreads outward without us experiencing it directly. To experience the totality of the wave we must become the wave. To experience all of a wave can take several lifetimes and many focuses within the sea of possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every wave eventually subsides into the sea yet each new action creates another wave. Thus we are constantly creating new stories that come to life, with or without us, somewhere in the All That Is. Being aware of our actions in this way we can imbue them with as much unconditional love as possible and thereby change the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-1 face=Arial color=#238E23&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2009 by White Feather. 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That last look back is sentimental and it is a way of acknowledging your journey. But you're at a pivotal point in your journey when you're about to cross the mountains and then there will be no more looking back. The valley you just crossed is about to be history and you're about to head into a whole new valley. Before, you couldn't see above the mountains into the next valley and soon you're about to be in a new valley from which you can no longer see back into the old valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a point as you are about to cross the mountain pass into the new valley when you turn back and look at where you've been. It is a moment of intense pleasure as the memories all rise to the surface. It is a moment of sadness as you are about to release it all. And it is a moment of intense excitement as you are about to face a whole new valley, a whole new reality. It's one of the grandest moments we experience--and we've experienced it time and time again. For that moment we are filled with every emotion and feeling and we feel like we're about to burst. It's so intense we're almost afraid to reach that moment, that pinnacle of experience. But the fear always gives way, eventually, because we can't help but move forward. The fear and sadness always turns into joy--just as all emotions do. All the emotions eventually turn into feelings and that's when we enter the new realms. Feelings keep us moving forward. Feelings take us home and home is ever changing. Home is where our Self is. Our Self is where the universe is and the universe is our home. It's the grandest home we've ever created and it includes All That Is. We've been journeying to experience all the parts of All That Is. Every part takes us home. Every valley and every mountain pass are fixtures in our home. To feel at home we must overcome the emotions and enter the feelings for they are what bring us home. They are what show us our home. They are what connect us to that which we create. They are the raw material we create from. Those feelings are us.traveling through our creation. Emotions are the sticky goo we get stuck in--temporarily--along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-1 face=Arial color=#238E23&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2008, by White Feather. 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All Rights Reserved.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674840-4697130980867427126?l=mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/4697130980867427126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/4697130980867427126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/pumpkin.html' title='Pumpkin'/><author><name>White Feather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/SREkMFxsugI/AAAAAAAAABI/N-l2lSZtPyE/S220/skyflower158.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21674840.post-716444343968503694</id><published>2008-11-04T21:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:33:08.948-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Stories and Veils</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;by White Feather&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Through the veils of time there are so many interconnected stories going on. There is no lack of drama. If we could pierce the veils and look all around us in a circle we would see a landscape resplendent with stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we pretend to get bored with stories. But then we keep playing them over and over. We like to add some new twist but it the same story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the core of every story there is love. Every story has love written in it somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is how we write stories. It's how we express the love that is slowly filling us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are actors in the greatest drama ever played out in the universe. We are at center stage. We are living the story and making it real.Allowing a story to flow through us we can choose to embrace it and give it our life. The story is immediately different. The stories are ever changing. They just take on new perspectives. How many different ways can we write, express, and live a story? Are we driven to experience every way possible? As the stories flow through us how do we flow through the story? Do we dance with our stories? Do we live them so intensely as to forever burn them onto the universe? How many stories do we ignore and repress? How many of our stories are truly finished? Are we satisfied awaiting a new version? Can we truly write a new story? Or is every story a different version of only one story? If so, it must be a whopper of a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we could sit in stillness and drop all the veils surrounding us. Then we can see all the stories and put an ending on them. We could clear the slate and begin writing our next stories. We could write new stories without veils, stories that connect us to all the love of the universe immediately. We could start living stories that are far better than anything we can imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=#238E23&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2008, by White Feather. 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All Rights Reserved.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674840-7891404609648888616?l=mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/7891404609648888616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/7891404609648888616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/window.html' title='Window'/><author><name>White Feather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/SREkMFxsugI/AAAAAAAAABI/N-l2lSZtPyE/S220/skyflower158.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21674840.post-308828539787104139</id><published>2008-10-22T20:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:38:03.159-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>Underwater Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;by White Feather&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How hard is it to open up the door?  It's a simple action, or so it seems. You turn the doorknob and pull the door open. If it's a solid door you can't see outside of it and you don't know what you'll be greeted with once you open the door. Do the possibilities on the other side of the door put you into fear? Does it keep you from opening the door?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there was a little boy who woke up in the middle of the night. He got up out of bed and walked through the house as the rest of his family slept. The boy was wide awake and wanted to play but did not want to awaken the family. As he tiptoed through the house he could find nothing that interested him. Eventually he came to the front door of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As quietly as he could, he opened the front door, stepped through onto the porch, and closed the door behind him. He walked across the porch and then down the steps onto the front lawn. Still in his pajamas, he felt a brief chill but it did not slow him down. He walked across the lawn towards the lake. He looked up at the moon which was very full and very bright. It lit the way for the boy to walk slowly across the grass towards the lake which reflected the moon's glow on the surface of its waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the boy made it to the very edge of the water. He stood there for quite some time just looking out over the water and at the moon above. It looked so differently than when he saw it routinely during the day. The water seemed so black except where it reflected the moon. The trees and landscape surrounding the lake seemed to disappear except in silhouette. He could hear the waves lapping up onto the shore where he stood. He could suddenly feel the energy of the entire lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to enter the lake and behold its mysteries but he also wanted to ride the surface of the lake but he had no boat. The boats were all at the marina a long way down the shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy also wanted to fly over the lake's surface like a bird. He was overcome with many desires and felt pulled energetically by the lake to somehow experience it in a new and profound way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy stood transfixed, not knowing what to do. He heard sounds. There were the night frogs and the night owls and the sound of the waves lapping up on the shore where he stood. He was no longer cold and the very slight night breeze now felt good. It seemed to coax him onward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good feeling knowing that all the people around the lake were asleep and that he was the only one standing by the lake and feelings its dark presence. The boy forgot all about his family and the house he lived in. He forgot about the neighbors who lived along the edge of the lake. He forgot about the boats and about anything human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy looked into the lake and it was like looking into a mirror. Sure, the moon was reflected on the surface of the lake but as the boy looked deeper into the lake he entered a new dimension of feeling. He could feel his life in that lake. He could feel all the life in that lake. He could suddenly hear new sounds that he had never heard before while gazing at the lake. It seemed that beneath the surface of the lake there was a different reality that was much like what he experienced each night in his dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like with his dreams, he had to let go of all waking consciousness to enter that world. That's how he felt as he looked out over the lake and felt that world beneath its waters. But how does one enter that world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy was suddenly saddened that he could not enter that world. He could not find a way to enter it. So he sat down on the shore and just watched the surface of the lake ripple. Perhaps he could enter through that rippling surface with his mind. And then he could swim with the fishes and explore that world without the need to breathe. If only he could breach the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surface of the lake was suddenly like the front door of the house in which he lived. If only he could silently turn the doorknob and slip out without anyone knowing it then he would be free to immerse himself in a world outside the confines he found himself in. Could he enter the lake with his mind without making a splash? Without anyone hearing him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as he thought that he found himself under the the water's surface moving silently through the water. He was neither cold nor hot. He propelled himself with no exertion on his part. He simply thought of moving forward and so he did. He could see and realized the moon lit up this world, too. He could breathe and there was no struggle whatsoever. He just silently moved through the water and explored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some fish, though not many. The bottom of the lake was littered with debris. This saddened the boy. It looked like a junk yard. But as he moved out further towards the middle of the lake the junk thinned out and there were rocks and water plants and more fish. He loved how the moonlight cascaded down through the water. He loved the shadows that played on the lake's bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy swam and swam until he had explored the entire lake.He then looked up at the surface from down below. From below the surface was now suddenly the same as it was from above. It was like a door he must go through to re-enter the world he lived in. At first, he was apprehensive about going up and breaking through the surface back into the other world. But slowly he realized that he had to go back through that door and that he would then have to go back through that other door back into his home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving the water the boy stopped on the shore and turned around to look at the lake some more. He felt so thoroughly invigorated and alive and happy. He felt like he had found a new world and he felt like he belonged in that new world. He didn't want to go home but eventually he turned around and began walking back to the house. He walked very slowly. When he got to the porch of the house he slowly walked up the steps and then turned around to look at the lake one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To his surprise the lake was no longer there! This startled the boy. He looked around. The moon was still in the sky and the trees were still in the yard and the grass he had walked upon back from the lake was still there. But the lake was gone! This briefly saddened the boy but then he closed his eyes and felt himself swimming under the surface of the lake one more time. His body tingled all over and he realized the lake was still there inside him. He then opened his eyes and walked to the front door of his home. He hesitated a moment before turning the doorknob and entering. Slowly and quietly he entered the house and closed the door behind him. He felt his pajamas and realized that they were very dry. Making his way quietly to his room he got back into bed but it was quite some time before he could fall back asleep. He kept replaying his experience over and over. He was afraid that if he were to fall asleep he would lose it forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he finally fell back asleep he never lost the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-1 color=#238E23&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2008, by White Feather. 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He roamed the hillsides and played in nature for hours. And every day he would get into trouble. His mother scolded him for not coming home in time for dinner. His father scolded him for neglecting his chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy was disciplined but it seemed to make no difference. All he wanted to do was go out into nature and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The townspeople realized he was forlorn. They all accepted that he would never amount to much and they kept a place for him in their society but it was a very lowly place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy willingly accepted his role in society, knowing that as long as he could go out into nature and play that he would be happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day a circus came to town and all the children wanted to attend. The boy's parents would not allow him to go to the circus and insisted that he work out in the fields while his siblings went to the circus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy was greatly saddened by this. He did his chores in the field but then afterwards he went out into the forest and he told the forest of his pain. He told the animals and trees and plants that he wanted to play but he was forced to work as punishment for not conforming to what was expected of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The animals and plants and the whole forest heard him and they responded. The boy experienced a circus in that forest that was far grander than the one experienced by the other children in town attending the traveling circus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he came home that night and told his siblings and his parents of his exicting day they scolded him even more. They told him he would never ever go to a circus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy thanked everyone, to their bewilderment, and then he said that the next day he would do his chores as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was bewildered. Why did he not react in a hostile fashion at being reprimanded so as he had done in the past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy never reacted in a hostile fashion again. Eventually everyone just forgot about him and let him be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy eventually grew up and left the neighborhood. He traveled far and wide. He never attended a circus but he had more fun than just about anyone. He eventually landed in a town where the circus wintered. He asked to be employed by the circus but only while they were in their wintering home. He was told that every circus performer had to go out on tour with the circus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy said, "No thanks, I've already been there. And I know that the circus really only exists in the heart of the home we find ourselves in." The circus owners were aghast and told the boy to go away. The boy thanked the circus owners for refusing him a job and he left that town to travel the world and everywhere he went he created a circus that everyone he met could feel without attending an actual circus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued on his journey. When the real circus came to a town the boy had been to, everyone suddenly missed the boy. But they didn't understand why. But their enjoyment of the circus was greatly enhanced. And the boy's travels were greatly enhanced. He always stayed one step ahead of the circus. And no one knew why they liked him so much. He was gone long before anyone could figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-1 face=Arial color=#238E23&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2008, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Bookmark Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s5.addthis.com/button2-bm.png" width="160" height="24" border="0" alt="AddThis Social Bookmark Button" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'White Feather';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s5.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Bookmark Button END --&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674840-7293540102227183876?l=mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/7293540102227183876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/7293540102227183876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/circus-boy.html' title='Circus Boy'/><author><name>White Feather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/SREkMFxsugI/AAAAAAAAABI/N-l2lSZtPyE/S220/skyflower158.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21674840.post-7709766460962507604</id><published>2008-10-10T23:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T23:18:15.002-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>How Important Is It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;by White Feather&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Where do things begin and where do they end? Are beginnings and endings merely perceptions? Does anything ever truly begin or end? Is it merely in our perspectives that they do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every beginning is an ending and every ending is a beginning. What is the difference between them? Does anything ever end or is it merely tranformed into a new beginning? Does that new beginning carry forth elements of the previous death? Do we just play the same record over again except at a slightly different pitch? Does anything ever die? Or is it transformed and reformulated into a new cycle of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does each new song not contain notes that were used in the previous song? Are all songs just rearrangements of the same notes in the musical scale? What links the varying arrangements of notes? What vibrations remain throughout all different arrangements of notes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you sing a song without containing notes and phrases that have been used before in the expression of music? Does the music of the universe contain all notes and all phrases and all music? Is every song an expression of joy within the scales of vibration? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the intricacies of music that are important or the simple fact that we are singing? What happens to the octaves of experience when we stop singing? Do they evaporate or do we merely stop accessing them? How important is it to have music flowing through our beings? How important is it that we sing along with that music?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-1 face=Arial color=#238E23&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2008, by White Feather. 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There is so much beauty in nature and in our world it can take our breath away. There is so much love; oh, there is so much love that we can be full of it every minute of our lives. There is so much love that every experience can shower us with it. There is so much love that we can live every minute in ecstasy. There is so much love that we can bond with every human on the planet. There is so much love that our every action can exude that love. There is so much love that we can all live our lives in a state of constant joy. There is so much love that every human on the planet is transformed into a divine being. There is so much love that our every action is full of that love and spreads more love around the planet. There is so much love this planet could explode with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much love yet we fight it and resist it. Why? What are we trying to teach ourselves through our resistance? By living what love is not are we reinforcing what love is? Through comparison, are we teaching ourselves to appreciate that omnipresent love? By denying that love are we preparing ourselves to joyously dive back into it with an even more intense furvor? Are we afraid to look in that mirror and see the love or are we gaining a better understanding of it by glancing away from it ever so briefly? Is fear merely a tool we're using to briefly hesitate before jumping off the diving board in order reorganize our focus before surrendering to the dive into that pool of love? Does our resistance intensify the love or merely intensify our appreciation of it? What games are we playing?&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT size=-1 face=Arial color=#800000&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2008, by White Feather. 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Bring in all the vibrations that make you feel powerful and full of your being. Bring in everything that makes you feel good. Bring in those vibrations that make you feel like the creator of your reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring those vibrations in. Empty yourself to allow room for those vibrations to come in. Empty your self to provide the room for every ounce of joy you can attract to come in and fill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There needs to be an opening for these things to come in. What is blocking that opening for you? What can you release to provide more open space for those things to come in through? How much can you clear out to make a huge opening? How much can you release? How much can you relegate to the dust heap of the past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more we can release the more we can open up to new potentials. The more we can forget and release, the more new exciting adventures can materialize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many exciting adventures lie at the doorstep waiting for us to clear the space to allow them in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go on an exciting trip how much baggage do you pack? How much open space do you leave for new adventures to come in? How many pages do you leave open for new adventures to be written upon? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your planning? Is it in the now? Is it in respect to the past and how much space does that leave open to you? How much of it is squeezed by fears of the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does each new day bring a new adventure? How can you include a new adventure in each new day? Does it involve clearing out the space for it? Does each new day come cluttered with old junk? Is it necessary to clear out some of that junk to make room for new adventures? How often do we clear our caches?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we face new challenges? How do we face new adventures? How do face each new day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much baggage do we carry into each new day?  How much fear do we bring into each new day? How much reluctance do we hold in order to stay in our comfort zones? Can we embrace each new day thoroughly clear of all past baggage? How hard is that? How easy is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each new day we are provided with a new door to walk through. Do we peer through that door? Or do we walk brazenly through it, bravely walking into what the universe reflects to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine writing a to-do list for your self. Imagine writing out all the things you want to experience. Imagine expressing all of your hopes and desires and expectations. And then denying it when it shows up at your door. Imagine dreaming of everything you ever wanted and then shutting the door on yourself when it appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what we do every single day. That's what we do to almost all of our hopes and dreams and aspirations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we do that? Why do we put struggle into every equation? Why do we deny ourselves our birthright? Why do we say "no" to everything that we want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like we have to turn ourselves inside out in order to get what we want and desire. It seems like we have to fight our selves to get what we want. But if we turn everything inside out, including our affirmations, then we can unflip our desires and allow them to be overcome with the creative energies fed to us by our Sources. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Source is feeding us energy to energize everything that we want but we present that energy with what we want in a backward fashion. We show the backside of it and then that backside becomes manifested. We need to flip-flop our intentions. We need to release all the condiitons we place on our intentions because it is those conditions that our Source energy first hits and energizes. So instead of our intentions being manifested our conditions are manifested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To manifest we must be a blank slate. We must have no conditions whatsoever. Whatever conditions we place on our desires and goals get manifested instead of the desires and goals.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT size=-1 face=Arial color=#238E23&gt;&lt;B&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2008, by White Feather. 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Maintaining the NOW can seem difficult. We slip out of it and soon realize that we're out of it for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like a struggle to stay in the NOW but as long as we are struggling we cannot get into it. There is no struggle in the NOW. We cannot struggle to get into the NOW. We can only release all struggle to get there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must &lt;b&gt;feel&lt;/b&gt; the NOW in order to align with it. Any thoughts of the future or past takes us out of the NOW. Guilt from the past and anxiety for the future immediately creates struggle and we are no longer in the NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The NOW is where we create. The NOW is where we live. The NOW is where we find joy.  The NOW is where the physical and non-physical sides of us come together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are constantly spinning. The physical part of us and the non-physical part of us chase each other around in a circle around our center. That center can only be accessed in the NOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broaden your perceptions to see more than what your struggles illustrate. In the center struggle is impossible. In the center we are &lt;i&gt;all that is&lt;/i&gt;. If we are &lt;i&gt;all that is&lt;/i&gt; we are instantly the solution to any perceived struggle. All struggle is canceled out. We are &lt;i&gt;all that is&lt;/i&gt;. But when we separate our perceptions and only see a limited view then we never see the solutions that are part of every struggle. We fight and fight without seeing the solution that came with the struggle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the center we are &lt;i&gt;all that is&lt;/i&gt; and we can see &lt;i&gt;all that is&lt;/i&gt;. And there is absolutely no need for any struggle whatsoever. How does one get into the center? By being in the NOW. Our focus is so scattered outside of the NOW that we don't hardly even see the NOW right before us. Every moment we can fully spend in the NOW will help bring us back to our true self. The more we surrender our struggles and our obsession with the future and the past, the more we can open up to the NOW. The more we experience the NOW, the easier it will be to get into it and stay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes practice. We are so conditioned to live outside of the NOW that it's hard to break that conditioning. But that is the answer to finding joy and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring with you an appreciation and joy for life and you can go anywhere in the universe. For the universe is inside you. To travel the universe one must go within. Go deeper and deeper into ever smaller layers of your being. Go down into the cells and then down into the atoms and molecules and then go deeper still. Go deeper and deeper still until you come to an infinitesimally small pinpoint of light. That pinpoint of light is you and it is the whole universe. Everything in the outer layers, including our bodies, are holographic manifestations. They are illusions created to live in an illusory physical reality. You in that body is not you. You are that tiny pinpoint of life at the very smallest level of your being. That tiny pinpoint is the opening through which your Source sources you the universal energy that gives you life. Through that tiny pinpoint you can connect with the entire universe and an unlimited amount of energy to create with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go within and down into the smallest layers, deeper and deeper until you find that pinpoint. If you are struggling in any way you are not going within but rather without. The farther out you go the denser you become and the more struggle you find. Time exists only on the outer levels. On the deeper levels in the center and at that pinpoint there is no time. There is only the now. That is your life spark That is your Source. When we can reconnect with that we realize our true divine Self and our unlimited creative power.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=#238E23&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2008, by White Feather. 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It doesn't mean you have to forget them. It just means releasing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does releasing them mean? Can you remember and savor a memory while simultaneously releasing it? Can you remember something without holding onto it? Are you afraid it will be lost forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you love someone and release them at the same time? Can you truly love someone &lt;strong&gt;without&lt;/strong&gt; releasing them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you remember a childhood memory while still being the person you are today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you be the person you are in the NOW unless you release the person you are in the future you project?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you release EVERYTHING you are and just experience the NOW in all its glory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you? Are you in the past or future? Are you in the NOW. Or is the NOW something that goes beyond "YOU?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is in the NOW. Can you experience it without being any of the YOU's you have ever defined? Can you be in the NOW without being YOU? Can you be the NOW? The NOW is undefineable because as soon as it is defined it is no longer the NOW. It is the past. Does experiencing the NOW require an experience of self? Can we experience the NOW without relating it to self? Can we experience it for just what it is? If we cannot experience the NOW except in relation to self then what are we missing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are diving headlong into a body of water are we experiencing the water or our reaction to entering it? Are the two mutually exclusive? Or is there a combination or interaction? If we only experience the water do we lose our sense of self? If we only experience our self and our reaction to entering the water do we lose the sense of the water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you enter water? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And likewise, how do you enter a relationship with another human? In such a case where is the NOW?&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-1 face=Arial color=#238E23&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2008, by White Feather. 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One to five times a month? One to five times a day? One to five times an hour? What is your surrender frequency? I know it can be difficult when one is first getting used to the awesome power of surrender. It can take a long time to embrace the notion of surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we start feeling comfortable with surrender then we can start using it continuously in various circumstances. The more you do it, the better you get at it and the funner it becomes. There was a time today when I surrendered approximately 28 times in approximately 10 minutes. It may be a record. Of course, I wasn't timing it or anything. I can only relate my feelings. Everything else is approximate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever surrendered 28 times in 10 minutes? Oh, let me tell you, it's worth workng your way up to that surrender frequency. Maintaining it, of course, is a different, more difficult, matter. When I figure that out I'll let you know. In the meantime, all we can do is keep surrendering as best we can, building up our familiarity and comfort with the act of surrender. Someday, I hope to remain in a constant state of surrender. I cannot even imagine how glorious that can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrender and giving are two sides of the same coin. When we do one we automatically do the other. We cannot give without surrendering and we cannot surrender without giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If surrender is giving then what is taking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking is struggle. If we are taking we are in struggle and if we're in struggle we're taking. If we are in surrender we are giving and if we're giving we're in surrender. &lt;B&gt;IT'S ALL DIRECTIONAL!&lt;/B&gt; Change directions and everything else changes! Seriously, it does! Try it. Stop struggling and surrender. 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How intensely can you implement change? How radically can you depart from your norm? How extreme can you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much can you open up to change? How much can you embrace life-changing directions? How willing are you to depart from what seems like the course of your life? How bold are you? How daring are you? How exuberant are you in venturing onto new paths?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you take change in little installments? Or do you open yourself up to monumental change? How radical are you inclined to get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to give up the most ingrained habits? Are you willing to give up the walls of security you've built up over decades of your life? Are you willing to put your life on the line? Are you willing to change so radically that your life no longer even resembles what it used to be? Are you willing to go into unchartered territory? Are you willing to be a pioneer? Are you willing to walk through jungles that have never been touched by humans? Are you willing to bring cosmic ideas to fruition here on earth? Are you willing to see the endless field of possibilities which each of us can draw from? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to change your routine? Are you willing to see things you've never seen before? Are you willing to be what you've never been before? Are you willing to go beyond everything you've ever touched in hundreds of lifetimes? Are you willing to step into the universe? Are you willing to be and to use the power of the universe? Are you willing to be a god? Are you willing to take your imagination into the realm of divine creation? Are you willing to turn love into your reality? Are you willing to realize the full potential of &lt;strong&gt;All That Is&lt;/strong&gt;? As a divine being, are you willing to bring &lt;strong&gt;All That Is &lt;/strong&gt;into this earthly dimension? Are you willing to love that strongly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us are a conduit for &lt;strong&gt;All That Is&lt;/strong&gt;. Each of us are an expression of &lt;strong&gt;All That Is&lt;/strong&gt;. All of us hold the entirety of &lt;strong&gt;All That Is&lt;/strong&gt;. Every time we expand our awareness we own an even bigger part of &lt;strong&gt;All That Is&lt;/strong&gt;. Every time we express a part of &lt;strong&gt;All That Is&lt;/strong&gt; we claim an even bigger part of our divinity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we waiting for? What are we hiding from? Why do we hesitate? Why do we hold back one iota of our love? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an infinite amount of unconditional love pouring through us at any given moment. Every problem that we see ourselves as having is basically our blockages to that unconditional love flowing through us. We don't have to do anything to create that love flowing through us. We only have to surrender to it and allow it free passage through us. We struggle to accomplish things but we can accomplish much more if only we were to surrender. It's infinitely easier, yet it seems infinitely harder. It's all a matter of perspective. How we look at it determines how much struggle we put forth. Every ounce of struggle keeps hidden that true power we all have. But we have been taught and conditioned to struggle. Until we break those habits we will never realize the incredible glory of true loving and we will never see how that true loving changes everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrender is so easy yet we make it the very hardest thing in the world. It is the easiest thing in the world yet it is the one thing we cannot do. We fight it with all our might. We disagree with it with all our best words. We refuse to even consider it because we've been taught that to do so is to lose. And we've been taught to always strive to win. Winning and losing is a dichotomy that is like a brick wall that keeps us from stepping into the joy that is our birthright. Surrender is the key to everything we've ever wanted yet we've turned it into the one thing we'll never even consider. We've turned the greatest gift into the greatest obstacle. We've beem given the greatest gift but we won't even unwrap it. Instead we bitch and moan and complain--and all while the greatest gift is sitting right before us.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Bookmark Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s5.addthis.com/button2-bm.png" width="160" height="24" border="0" alt="AddThis Social Bookmark Button" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'White Feather';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s5.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Bookmark Button END --&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674840-1322461920410109124?l=mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1322461920410109124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21674840&amp;postID=1322461920410109124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/1322461920410109124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/1322461920410109124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/gift-overlooked.html' title='A Gift Overlooked'/><author><name>White Feather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/SREkMFxsugI/AAAAAAAAABI/N-l2lSZtPyE/S220/skyflower158.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21674840.post-4502267014443897215</id><published>2008-03-28T09:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T09:38:44.765-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Conditioned Perspectives</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;by White Feather&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align="justify"&gt;It used to be that I could go to my local Safeway grocery store and do all my shopping in five minutes or less. I knew where everything was and I could mentally formulate a route through the store where I could quickly pick up everything I needed without doing any backtracking or searching. I could probably have done my grocery shopping blindfolded. I wasted no time looking at things that were not on my list and I went down no aisles that I knew had nothing on my list. As long as I didn't run into anyone I knew I could shop with lightning speed. I was a lean, mean shopping machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Safeway has been in a process of remodeling. They have moved everything around--and I do mean &lt;b&gt;everything&lt;/b&gt;. Nothing is where it used to be. Shopping suddenly takes three times as long because I have to be consciously aware and search for things. If I were blindfolded I wouldn't be able to find a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this is somewhat aggravating to customers, grocery stores know that this is a very good thing to do every now and again. Having spent far too many years in retail myself, including owning my own retail bookstore for 9 years, I know the value of this. It forces the customer to shop "with eyes wide open" and therefore see more. How customers shop becomes habitual. They find the areas of a store they like and only go there, avoiding the other parts of the store. Mixing everything up forces them to search through the whole store enabling them to see things they might like that they normally wouldn't notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While shopping for many is very habitual, the same can be said for our lives in general. We all have fixed routines and schedules. While our activities become habitual and conditioned, so does our thinking....and so does our perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we go through our daily lives going through the same conditioned routines and activities, we think the same thoughts over and over and our thinking becomes conditioned. We may have some different thoughts now and again but we quickly slip back into our conditioned thinking patterns. Likewise, the way we see our world becomes conditioned and we see it the same way day in and day out--so much so that we often miss little subtle changes around us. If often takes wholesale change, like with the grocery store remodeling, for us to get out of our default perspectives and begin seeing all the changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are habitual creatures. Our activites are conditioned, our thinking is conditioned, and our perspectives are conditioned. If, as all the spooks claim, we create our reality through our perspectives then to change our reality we must change our perspectives. This is made difficult because of the habitual conditioned way we perceive everything in our lives. Habits are hard to break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could take ten minutes out of our day and consciously change our perspectives and see things differently and that can be very good but then we slip right back into our conditioned perspectives for the rest of the day. So it's hard to create much change in our reality when we weigh those ten minutes against 23 hours and 50 minutes of conditioned perspectives. We say, "Hey, I changed my perspectives for 10 minutes but my reality didn't change!" That's because we didn't change our continuous conditioned perspectives, most of which we're not even consciously aware of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our perspectives are so conditioned we are, for the most part, not really even aware of them. We are often unaware of any perspective we may be embracing at any given moment. We may be holding a perspective of "life's not fair" and we're not aware of that being our perspective. But because we hold that perspective we attract circumstances that reflect that perspective. We see those circumstances and that reinforces our perspectives and we blame the circumstances. Our thinking patterns center on those circumstances and further reinforce our perspectives. Those thinking patterns become conditioned and we play those thoughts out over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our perspectives don't change. And therefore we continue to attract to us circumstances that reflect "life's not fair." This, of course, applies to all conditioned perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To change our reality we must change our perspectives and to do that we must become aware of our perspectives. We must become aware of the habitual conditioned way we see things. And then we must open ourselves up to seeing things differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person can see life as a painful drudgery and their life reflects that. Another person can see life as a joyful, exciting, glorous experience and their life reflects that. It's not life picking one person to be good to and another to be bad to. It's the difference in perspectives between the two people. Life is a wondrous field of possibilities that we draw from and create from through how we perceive things. And how we perceive things is a &lt;b&gt;choice&lt;/b&gt;. We can choose to perceive our world through habitual conditioned perceptions or we can open our eyes and choose to consciously perceive things differently.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2008, by White Feather. 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They are aware of their environment. Being in touch with the earth they sense when something is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today very, very few people are in touch with the earth. They are unaware when things are out of balance. Most humans have lived in a situation that is out of balance for most of their lives, so much so that it seems normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When birds fly through the air and they fly through areas of magnetic disturbance their flight is affected. When dolphin are swimming and following the sounds of the depths and then suddenly their sonar is jammed with mechanical distortions they become lost and they seek refuge by getting out of the water and beaching themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many humans are currently beaching themselves because the access to their inner senses has been broken? How many humans do not even hear and feel their inner senses because their systems are taken over by mass signals that are unnatural and not grounded in earth energies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the difference between a pod of dolphins or whales beaching themselves and an event in some shopping mall where a lone gunman starts shooting randomly and killing people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we blame such events on? Do we blame one person for going berserk? But that one lone gunman is only one aspect of the event. The victims all play a part, too. Everyone involved in the event has lost their inner guidance, allowing them to be drawn into the event. Are the lone gunman and all the victims all beaching themselves? When a pod of whales beaches themselves are they all victims? Or is their one leader responsible for all the rest being victims?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When war breaks out is it only the leaders who are responsible for the carnage? Or is everyone involved? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we keep from following the signals that lead us to a mass beaching? How do we allow ourselves to be sucked into a harmonic that so grossly disharmonizes with natural planetary rhythms? How do we lose contact with our own inner senses which can prevent us from navigating into such energetic turmoil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does our focus take us? What happens when our focus is no longer grounded in earth energies? What happens when, instead of directing our energy focus, we instead allow it to be drawn to energies of repulsion? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we sit on a see-saw how aware are we of what is sitting on the other end of the see-saw? If we are unaware of the other side how can we find the balance necessary to shift our focus to the fulcrum upon which we are see-sawing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we sit upon a see-saw as a victim who will gladly sit on the other end? If we sit on a see-saw while full of love who are we going to attract to sit on the other end? If we can love the one sitting on the other end of any see-saw we choose to sit on how does that affect the see-sawing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we disengage from the see-saw and instead take a walk through the forest we can feel the planet under our feet and we can embrace all that we come into contact with without engaging a polarizing duality with everything we come into contact with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without this dualistic engagement there is no impulse to beach ourselves. Staying grounded in the fulcrum of the planet we can go beyond the duality and allow love to enter all things and activities and our navigational abilities respond naturally and always take us exactly where we want to go to find ever increasing levels of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2008, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Bookmark Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s5.addthis.com/button2-bm.png" width="160" height="24" border="0" alt="AddThis Social Bookmark Button" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'White Feather';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s5.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Bookmark Button END --&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674840-7702194619956501369?l=mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/7702194619956501369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/7702194619956501369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/beaches-and-see-saws.html' title='Beaches and See-Saws'/><author><name>White Feather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/SREkMFxsugI/AAAAAAAAABI/N-l2lSZtPyE/S220/skyflower158.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21674840.post-5357235358458405468</id><published>2008-03-02T18:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T18:19:03.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Driving in the Car Without the Radio On</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;by White Feather&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align="justify"&gt;When it comes time to stand up and move forward will you be ready? Will you be willing--and most importantly, will you be excited--to step forward into a reality that is very different than your current daily life? What holds you back from making the step immediately? What uncertainty blocks your path?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can look before you leap. Stay still and just look. Look past all the hurdles, through all the fears; look deeply and see what's past that glass door. The glass may be fogged so mentally wipe it dry and look through it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look through it and beyond it. See the reality that awaits your focus and attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All dimensions are right here. There are many, many dimensions all occupying the same space. We see only one but there are multiple dimensional realities all going on simultaneously with ours and they're going on right in the very same space we occupy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tune into those other frequencies by changing our vibratory frequency to match the vibratory frequency of that dimension we want to visit. It's like turning a radio dial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are stuck on one channel and are afraid to turn the channel. We don't know what kind of music another channel might be playing and we're afraid of leaving the same mix we've been listening to day after unending day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music on some other channel might be utterly divine but we can't know until we dare change the channel to give it a try. We can't find the radio station of our dreams without moving the dial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine being the dial: Would you want to be stuck on the same station for decades? Imagine being the dial and never moving. Imagine being the music and never being heard. Imagine being paradise and never being visited. Imagine driving in the car and never having the radio on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality we seek is going on right this very minute in the very same space we are living in now. We just are not aware of it because we're listening to another station.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2008, by White Feather. 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All three of you get comfortable and relaxed and get into the deepest meditative state you can. You enter a deep and peaceful state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a butterfly flies by all three of you. It spirals in and out, up and down, and all around you. One of you grabs the butterfly net beside you and gets up and chases the butterfly hoping to catch it. The second one of you "becomes" the butterfly and follows it in their mind. The third one observes the butterly but once it has flown by ignores it and keeps its focus on the bountiful forest surrounding them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? I am none of the those sitting in the forest and meditating. I am the butterfly and I am long gone before any of those three people can react. I am here and then I am gone.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-1 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2008, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Bookmark Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s5.addthis.com/button2-bm.png" width="160" height="24" border="0" alt="AddThis Social Bookmark Button" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'White Feather';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s5.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Bookmark Button END --&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674840-9194037480798157242?l=mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/9194037480798157242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/9194037480798157242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/butterfly.html' title='The Butterfly'/><author><name>White Feather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/SREkMFxsugI/AAAAAAAAABI/N-l2lSZtPyE/S220/skyflower158.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21674840.post-466791487287469498</id><published>2008-02-17T16:44:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T00:30:08.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Birthing Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;by White Feather&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When humankind decides to truly put passion behind its endeavors then life on this planet will change more radically than it ever has--and in a startling short amount of time. Such a large percentge of humans sleepwalk through their daily lives, doing what needs to be done to "make a living" or get by but there is very little passion behind what they do. Humans generate gazillions of thoughts but very, very few of those thoughts are ever completed. 99.9 % of those thoughts are thought but are never given life. There is no true passion behind their creation. There is very little desire. There is little joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think a thought and it seems like a good thought it doesn't seem to go anywhere. Why is that? Expectation has a lot to do with it. We all have thought zillions of thoughts and most all of them never reached fruition. We are conditioned to expect failure. These expectations cut off the life that we should be feeding those thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every thought is a like a baby. How would you feel if you were pregnant and after 9 months of pregnancy the fetus was stillborn? How would you feel if after your second preganancy the baby was once again stillborn? What if you got pregnant 29 times and every time you ended up with a stillbirth? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every thought is like a pregnancy. How would you feel if all your thoughts ended up stillborn? Most human thoughts end up that way. They are thought but never given life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your pregnancies result in stillbirth after stillbirth after stillbirth it becomes hard to treat a new pregnancy with the love, joy, and excitement necessary to put life into that baby. And so it is with our thoughts. We are so conditioned with failure that it is very hard to treat our thoughts with the joy and exhilaration needed to spark life into them. With so many stillbirths we have come to expect stillbirths. In this way expectation has seriously short circuited our creative abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we go on creating. But our creations don't seem to have life. They don't go anywhere. How do we put life back into our thoughts? How do we truly create? How do we go beyond the habitual sleep walking that characterizes our lives? What does passion have to do with it? What does love have to do with it? How can we create without expectations? How can we expect only incredible creations when so many of our creations die on the vine? How can we go beyond the conditioning of lifetimes? How do we break that mold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a child is born and it takes its first breath and it's alive how do we then react? Do we allow that baby its life or do we continue trying to recreate it and mold it? Do we let it go, giving it only the love it needs to unfold? Or do we strangle it with our expectations? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every thought we have is like a baby. We have thousands of thoughts every hour. How many of them live? How many of them come to fruition and grow? How many are completed? How do we treat all those many thoughts? Every thought we have is tainted with our expectations and fueled with our passion--or lack thereof. Every thought has a life all its own and, once thought, is no longer ours. Every thought leaves the womb of our being and travels the universe forever....until it is manifested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How careful are we with our thoughts? How purposeful are we with our thoughts? How do we treat the pregnancy of each thought? How joyous is the birth of each thought? How willing are we to let go of each thought and let it live its own life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How unconditional are we with each thought? Every expectation we place on a thought strangles that thought. We cannot let go of a thought if we have any expectations placed on it. Most thoughts are killed by our expectations. Every thought that we hold onto and won't let go of contributes to our own death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If every thought is like a baby and 999 out of every 1,000 thoughts are either stillborn or die quickly right after birth then how does that affect our thinking (creative abilities)? What expectations does that engender in us? Do we tend to become failure oriented? Do we tend to put less excitement into each thought? Do our thoughts become routine and perfunctory and doomed with expectations of failure? Do we start generating thoughts in a robotic way without any excitement or love or joy? Do we stop creating and simply maintain a hamster wheel stasis devoid of any excitement and joy and love and beauty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, how do we change that? How do we change how we carry our pregnancies and how do we change how we give birth and how do we change how we love what we give birth to? How do we replace expectations with unconditional passion? 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Nothing but joy all day long. Imagine every day being like that. Imagine being thrown into a state of wonderment repeatedly throughout each day. Imagine being inundated with beauty where ever you look. Imagine being filled with love every time you encounter other humans. Imagine being so happy that you look forward to each new moment and what it might bring. Imagine being so happy that nothing at all could get you down. Imagine being in a state of happiness and joy continuously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long can you stay in those imaginings? What brings you back from imagining those things? What keeps you from surrendering to that love and joy? What thoughts keep you from falling into the abyss of pure love and joy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live in a state of constant joy and bliss is within all of our grasps. It is so very close. What thoughts and beliefs separate us from that?&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2007, by White Feather. 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How would that change your life? Can you imagine seeing every single human in this manner? Can you bless their appearance in your life? Can you allow them to show you their blessing? Can you love each and every single person you ever come into contact with unconditionally? Can you love them with all your being?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that too radical? Is it too hard? Is it impractical? Is it unreasonable? Can it be done while still judging? What is it that keeps us from doing this? What keeps us from seeing every single human being we ever come into contact with as a supreme divine being? Are judgments what keeps heaven on earth from becoming obvious? Can we drop the veil of judgment and enter paradise? Can we let go of the veil of judgments and feel the incredible love that permeates all? Can we see with loving eyes? Can we feel with a loving heart? Can we bless with loving intentions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we love as though there are no strangers? How completely can we love? How unconditionally can we love? How fully can we surrender to that one-ness? In one-ness there are no strangers. Everyone we meet is us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2007, by White Feather. 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And they're all right here in the &lt;b&gt;NOW&lt;/b&gt;. With so many choices how can we be anything but thrilled? Reality is a choice. Has anyone ever thought of it that way? The menu is extensive but we tend to only pick those entrees we are familiar with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you made a choice that was thoroughly uncharacteristic of you? When was the last time you insisted on something completely different? When was the last time you threw caution to the wind? When was the last time you ventured into vibrations you were unfamiliar with? When was the last time you dared yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you walked along a beach, the ocean to your left and the hills overlooking the ocean to your right? Did you feel the sacredness of the sand you walked upon; that space between worlds? Were you able to block out the vibes coming from the left and from the right and concentrate on the sand your naked feet melted down into? How different was the night sky full of stars while walking that null zone line as opposed to seeing it from atop the hills or from out at sea? What did you &lt;b&gt;feel&lt;/b&gt; walking that beach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to go for a walk along the beach with my doggie. Living up here at the top of the world in Colorado we've never had the opportunity. I've always wondered how she would react to the waves crashing in on the beach. I've always wondered how much joy she would experience. I've wondered how much joy I would experience through watching her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there is a null zone between the ocean and the land there is another one between the land and the sky. For half a century I have imagined flowing through this null zone as carefree as a bird. My beloved hairy four-legged ones have no concept of this because their necks are not designed to look upwards into the sky. The human neck is a true wonder because it allows us to look in all directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the human neck is an attribute that has contributed to our "advanced intelligence." Imagine if our necks did not allow us to look upward. Can you imagine that? Could we possibly be so close to enlightenment if our necks did not allow us to look up into the heavens? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our necks allow us to look up at the beauteous sky. They allow us to look down upon the sand full of our footprints. But, perhaps, most importantly they allow us to look into the mirror of our reality. Looking straight ahead we are looking into the reality we create. Looking straight ahead we are looking in the mirror. Looking straight ahead we are seeing the composite of every direction. We are seeing All That Is come together in one focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When faced head on with All That Is we touch our divinity. We see that which we create. We see the beauty that so often escapes our focus. We see the grandness of our divine creations. We see the perfection that we habitually deny. And we &lt;b&gt;feel&lt;/b&gt; the joy that is our birthright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you walked on a beach--even if only in your mind? When was the last time you looked in the mirror and saw God?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-1 face=Arial size=-1&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2007, by White Feather. 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How many direct communications have you had with the universe? Where is your satellite dish directioned? How many times this month have you made a proclamation to the stars? The stars listen, you know. They can't help &lt;b&gt;but&lt;/b&gt; listen. They are waiting to be of service. How many stars have you truly looked at? And &lt;b&gt;felt&lt;/b&gt;? Every star is an outlet we can plug into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times a week do you look up and contemplate the stars and the night sky? The period of time between November 1 and the winter solstice is an optimum time for connecting to that divine night sky. Try doing it every single night. It could have significant consequences. We are entering the time of year (at least us Northern Hemispherians) when the night sky sits briefly on the throne. It reaches its zenith of expression. It is an important time to connect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So connect to that night sky as often as you can over the next few weeks. That's my opinion. The night sky is a window through which to talk to the universe. It's very important to talk to the universe. How else would the universe know what you want?&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=Arial size=-2 color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2007, by White Feather. 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Change is feared becaue it represents the unknown. Change is feared because it pulls us out of our comfort zones. We hold onto the status quo for dear life. That is where we feel safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can one learn to feel safe amidst change? How can one find excitement in the unknown? How can we open up to allow change to flow through us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same as opening up to allow the Source energy to flow through us. Part of the reason we are so closed off to our own Source energy is because that energy brings constant change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we find comfort in change? If we can answer that question then we've got a major key to unlock an entire new spectrum of possibilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is like many other things we're not used to. To grow accustomed to it it's a good idea to start with allowing a little bit of change with each new day, building up the change slowly with each new day. It's like physical condiitoning. It's not a good idea to enter the Olympics without having any training. The training slowly builds up our stamina and abilities. Our muscles need to be conditioned for an Olympic sport just as we need to condition ourselves to change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of us don't care to win an Olympic medal. It's much more comfortable to sit in our Lazy-Boys and watch the Olympics on TV. But we can't live our change through others. It is something we all must do our own selves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try making it a habit to change something every single day. When this can become an easy and accepted part of each day it becomes easier. We can start with little things and work our way up to bigger things. We can work from one litttle change each day to one or more significant changes each day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine living in a state of constant change? It probably isn't a pleasant thing to imagine. It probably seems utterly chaotic and uncomfortable. So it will eventually draw us to consider what it is that we consider to be comfort. Is comfort the lack of change? Is comfort the status quo? Why are comfort and change so seemingly diametrically opposed? Is it possible to find comfort in change? If so, what change will that require? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can there be joy found in constant change? What's the difference between comfort and joy? What are the similarities? Is one more important than the other to you? Is comfort a compromise? Is it something we settle for in lieu of joy? Is it possible to experience joy without change? Does joy bring change? If so, what does comfort bring?&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2007, by White Feather. 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How far have you ventured out of your neighborhood? Will you, at the end of your life, be able to say that you've seen this planet from a variety of perspectives? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you walked a ghetto? Have you cruised the Caribbean? Have you made a trek across the American West? Have you been Down Under? Have you visited a farm? Have you gotten to know a small town?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you flown? How many times have you taken a subway? How many different smells of the countryside have greeted your olfactory receptors? How many skyscrapers have you ridden the elevator to the top of? How many different climates have you experienced?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many different kinds of food have you tried? How many languages do you speak? How many bodies of water have you dipped your toes in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How closed and small is the opening through which you experience the world? How many strangers have you met and talked to? How far away is your closest friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When walking down a deserted country road, where are are your thoughts? Where are they on that crowded subway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of boundaries do you set for your self? What limitations do you put on your experiences and expressions? Will you talk to anyone you meet? How willing are you to learn about something that seems to have no relation to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get on the internet, where do you go? What are you looking for? What kind of energy do you expect to get back? How diverse are your internet experiences? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was an old man who tended camels. He fed them, lodged them, and looked after their health. He knew how to treat all their problems. He knew how to prepare a camel for a long rigorous journey. He knew their temperaments and their habits. He was a camel expert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except he had never taken a trip on a camel. He had never traveled more than a mile out of his own town on a camel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How close to this man are you? Are there any similarities?  Can this man truly be an expert? Can he possibly know what the camels know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can the camel truly know this man....or any of the humans who rode it across continents? The camel travels without judgment. The camel travels because it is its nature. It cares not for those humans it interracts with along the journey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the rider gets off the camel the journey, for both camel and rider, is uninterrupted.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The journey never ends. The rider, camel tender, and the camel never end either. It's only the awareness of the journey and its many ports of call that change and that may very well be an illusion, too. When you journey are you the camel, the camel tender, the rider...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or the journey? Can you be all of those things? And if none of these things ever end what part of the journey do you concentrate on? What and where are you on your journey?&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=Arial size=-2 color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2007, by White Feather. 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Without the movement the center point lies dormant. If only one viewpoint is expressed the center point also remains dormant. It takes the opposing energies to stimulate that center null point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While duality can activate the center point that center point does not blossom fully until it is entered. We can stay with the opposing dualities spinning around the center point and much experience can be had but not until we enter the center point can we experience the one-ness and the full power and beauty inherant in the entire situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we enter that center null point? First, it involves  experiencing the opposing dualities in their fullness and balance. This activates the  center null point, opening it up for us to enter. We must then be able to release our hold on those outward opposing dualities. This draws us down into the center. Having released the dualities we can then focus on the center point and surrender to its gravity, allowing ourselves to be drawn down into it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our normal tendency is to attach ourselves to one of the opposing dualities. This keeps us from the center point and one-ness. We must be able to experience both dualities in order to find the balance necessary to release them and be drawn into one-ness. We can experience the dualities without getting stuck to them. We can embrace them without sticking to them. But our tendency is to stick to and hold onto the duality we choose. Choice is usually seen as picking one or the other of two dualities. But true choice involves going beyond the dualities to the center one-ness and then choosing how to apply that one-ness to our experiences. That is called choosing through wholeness. It is a more advanced use of our divine powers of choice.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=Arial size=-2 color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2007, by White Feather. 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Imagine the volts of electicity that pain is generating. Imagine that electricity being used expressing joy instead. Imagine being so overcome with joy that you are spilling over all around you. You are like a fountain. A fountain thinks not about where the water will land after being shot out into the air. The very next wave will land in the very same place. The fountain is only engaged with the water shooting through it. It is so preoccupied with that it can only see and feel that aspect of the trajectory. It is all it can do to maintain that opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How in tune are you with your opening? How in tune are you with the energy gushing through it? Are you tapping that energy? Are you receiving the messages attached to it? Are you even aware of that energy gushing through you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop and take a step back. Look at the beauteous scene before you. How many parts of it are you actively engaged in? Can you see the whole picture? Can you feel the whole picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you be the whole picture? Can you embrace and let go of that which quickly turns into the past? While simultaneously embracing each new turn of the kaleidoscope? Can you find and maintain the equilibrium in the music you are dancing to? Are you constantly moving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How emphatically can you embrace each new landscape as it comes into view? How easily are you there? How easily do you move into new feeling-tones? How easily do you weep at new vistas of beauty? How eagerly do you embrace them? How much joy slaps up against you as you move through the undergrowth? How much joy wells up inside you as you turn each new bend? How much joy keeps you moving and yearning for the next bend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The universe is so unlimited that we could experience joy every minute from now through the next billion years. And nothing but joy. We could be so overcome with joy that we would merge with our essence and become that which we've always wanted to become: &lt;i&gt;Gods of Joy&lt;/i&gt;. We would then be able to create entire universes all by ourselves. Because we will have learned how to build universes; with joy. Every single moment of joy is an entire universe. We can create as many as we want. They all last forever. And each and every one of them can only be found in the NOW.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;* * * * * *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align="justify"&gt;There are many ways to cross a valley. If traveling by foot, the journey will require a descent followed by an inevitable ascent. Once you've made it to the other side you can look back across the depths you had overcome back to where you started. You can see that starting point and all your memories of it are triggered. But having crossed the valley you are now a different person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can change in numerous ways. While the change is inevitable how we change is still up to us. Every moment of metamorphosis can be an epiphany of grand proportions. Every journey may have a destination. The best journeys have multiple destinations. Journeying towards that destination is where all the opportunities and possibilities lie. We have plenty of time to explore. As we move through our journey the destination changes as we do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning a corner we embark on a whole new quest. Around every corner we find our selves; another part of ourselves to incorporate into the self making the journey. You cannot make a wrong turn because every turn leads to more of us.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;* * * * * *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align="justify"&gt;When there are no more elephants then you will know that everything has changed. When the sky is different, too, will our lives be different? Can you imgine such extreme differences? Can you imgine a whole new world? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine having different bodies? Can you imagine a life so drastically different that it hardly even resembles life as we know it today? Can you imagine a life that is not centered around working and making money? Where will your attention go? Can you imagine a life centered around having fun? Can you imagine a life filled with joy all day, every day? What would be your reaction to this? Are we so conditioned to life the way we currently live it that change to a new way of life seems impossible? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we let go of our conditioning? How do we embrace a new way of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first step is imagining. The next step is surrender. The next step is making movement. The next step is walking off a precipice into the unknown. The unknown is the canvas upon which we imagine. 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The sky was big and the ground was moist from recent rain. As the group walked across the field they slowed their pace and took in the incredible beauty of the little valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time the group walked across this particular field it was frozen and everything was brown and yellow. There were no insects buzzing the air; no knee-high grass and wildflowers flowing in the breeze. It was winter then so now the group reveled in the sharp contrast. The field had come to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people decided to stop and rest. They put down the large packs from their backs and placed them on the ground. Several of the group sat down on the ground with their backs to their packs. Others went to the small stream running along the edge of the field and collected water for everyone. The children, despite being exhausted, began playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the group never learned during their winter visit through this field is that the field was a special energy center. It was the perfect place to stop and rest and try to rejuvenate before continuing with the journey. The energy of the field was exquisite. The group got so relaxed they decided to pitch camp right there in that field. They would leave in the morning. All the tension of being on a journey seemed to evaporate. All the thoughts involved with the trip dissipated and the group simply thought about their time of rest. It was like being home--for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone dreamed expansive dreams that night as they breathed in the rich air of the field. The sound of crickets serenaded the sleeping people as they dreamt of a home they were going back to. The sweet smell of the lush vegetation helped them focus in on that destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day when they left, each member of the group took part of that field with them.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright 2007, by White Feather. 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Stop what you're doing and really get into the feeling of being a loser. What is it like? Do you label and judge this feeling to be bad? Is it a horrible feeling? What, exactly, does it feel like? What emotions are at the core of this "feeling of losing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing means that you are at one end of the polarity spectrum. The opposite end is winning. What does it feel like to win? Is it a glorious feeling? What prize does winning bring to you? Does it make everything right? And what does "right" feel like to you? How does it feel to be right and to win? What kind of energy are you fed by this energy dynamic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much are the two polarities dependent on one another? Can we truly know and appreciate winning without also experiencing losing? Can we truly know and appreciate losing without having experienced winning? Can either winning or losing ever be complete without the other? After all, we can't win unless "someone else" loses, just like we can't lose unless "someone else" wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one way we play with each other in this dimension. We pair up to dance the various polarities. It takes two to tango and it takes two to engage a polarity and play out all the parts. That has been our &lt;i&gt;modus operandi&lt;/i&gt; for thousands of years and, thankfully, it has allowed us to proceed with our evolution. It has allowed us to navigate this dimension and garner from it what we will need to know in order to move on into the next dimensional frequency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What keeps us from moving on from our polarity dance into the dance of one-ness that will shift our frequency? It's the sticky stuff: judgment, guilt, fear, and habit. Our sticky stuff adheres us to the polarities we've been playing out. It's easy to get stuck and hard to get out of. It's because of that sticky gooey stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a carpet salesman and I told you I had an incredible breakthrough product to get sticky gooey stuff out of your carpet, would you be interested in trying it? Would you listen to my sales pitch or would you blow me off and continue to walk on your soiled carpets like you had been doing? Would you at least be curious as to what that miracle product is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I spritz a little of the miracle product on a certain stain in your carpet. Lo and behold, within seconds the stain completely vanishes before your eyes. You don't have to wipe or anything; just spritz the stuff. Would you want to know what this product is and what it's made of? Would you want to buy a whole case of the stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I told you that the miracle product was absolutely free; that you don't have to buy anything? Would that get you further excited or would it make you suspicious? Remember, you don't have to scrub or wipe or get any gunk on your hands. You don't have to do anything but spritz. And the stuff is perfectly safe and is not detrimental to the environment. Indeed, the opposite is true. It actually enhances the environment! Indeed, it connects you to the environment in a very intense way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you at all interested? If you are I can tell you that this miracle product works on all manner of surfaces, not just carpet. You can spritz your furniture, your car, your kitchen surfaces, your bathroom, your bedding, your pets, and even your children. You can even spritz your plants with it, your food, and your self. It enhances everything it touches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much would you pay for two 16 ounce bottles of this wonderful stuff? If you guessed $179.99 you are wrong. As I said before, this stuff is absolutely, completely, and totally free. No credit card information is necessary. There are no forms to fill out. No money is necessary and you never have to wait in line. All you have to do is surrender to it. All you have to do is &lt;b&gt;see&lt;/b&gt; it right there before your eyes. All you have to do is &lt;b&gt;feel&lt;/b&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this miracle product? It is beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In beauty there are no winners, nor are there any losers. In beauty there is no right nor wrong; there is no good or bad, left or right, higher or lower, black or white, rich or poor, victim or pertpetrator, new or old, best or worst, and no cause or effect. There is no "us and them." In beauty there is no separation, no polarization. Beauty is a one-ness principle that has the power to take us right out of polarization. It can suck us right into one-ness, dissipating all those stains of judgment, guilt, fear, habit, or whatever we have spilled in our experience of polarizing duality. When we allow ourselves to fully surrender to beauty our vibratory frequency shifts to one of unconditional joy. Beauty is a tool that can cut right through all our layers and go directly to our hearts. It can turn on full blast that switch called &lt;b&gt;Life&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's completely free and it's everywhere you look. Use it, embrace it, and surrender to it and all goo will dissolve before your eyes. It really is a miracle just like we are.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=-2 color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2007, by White Feather. 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They glittered in the reflection of the moon and the lights surrounding the harbor. The only thing missing was fireworks. She felt a grandness and importance in the events transpiring around her. She felt like a witness to something truly grand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was also a feeling that overcame her while she was taking a walk along a forested country road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunlight glimmers off a million leaves and it becomes a hypnotizing frequency. One is lulled into a bliss. One experiences light in a multi-fractured display. It's like fireworks in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earth would be dark if it were not for those heavenly bodies that shine their light down upon us. Can you imagine the darkness? It seems that currently we are unable to generate our own light and are dependent on the light from objects in the sky. We make our own electrical lights but they carry only a fraction of the vibrations that natural celestial bodies give off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She felt ever-so-briefly whole. It was a fleeting instance of seemingly accidental epiphany. The world, for a few minutes seemed strangely perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the light? We all know the light can be seen but can we feel it? While light may become apparent through our visual senses, there are many other dimensions that our corneas do not pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our eyeballs and noggin receive visual input. Our solar plexus receives feeling-tone frequency input. We see beauty with our eyes and we feel it with our gut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting across the table from a being that you connect with, you can travel to exotic locales without ever getting up from the table. We can experience a wide spectrum of feeling-tone vibrations. We can travel where ever we wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at the mountain range and suddenly she saw it like she had never seen it before. Suddenly she remembered a big part of who she is. She merely had to see with open eyes and feel with a relaxed gut. She merely had to look into the mirror without any filters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at your painting. Look at it as intensely as you can. It is your creation. Every part of the image is like a little door into a part of you. As we slowly open our doors we find that life is an outrageously wonderful gift. It is the one thing we are all given but which few of us truly embrace with all our beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every choice is a choice of embracement. What will you embrace? What will you give life to? What will you surrender to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In feeling the joy in every minute of life we've got to see and feel our reality in order to understand what it is we created. Connecting on a feeling-tone level we can bypass the restrictions of the noggin and the sheer sluggishness of human reason. We can &lt;b&gt;feel&lt;/b&gt; the answers to our questions. We can &lt;b&gt;feel&lt;/b&gt; the joy of creating our reality. Connecting on a feeling-tone level we can enter a state of one-ness where we can experience our connectedness with all other humans and all life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more we &lt;b&gt;feel&lt;/b&gt; this state of one-ness with all things the more our &lt;b&gt;feeling&lt;/b&gt; abilities expand. We quickly see that every little thing is a divine gift. We &lt;b&gt;feel&lt;/b&gt; the fireworks even if we don't see them. It's an electricity we feel. It's called joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at the mountains bathed in moonlight and starlight. Then she looked back the other way at the harbor and saw the moon and stars reflected in the water. If she had a mirror she could have seen what kind of light that she reflected. But she didn't have a mirror so she just &lt;b&gt;felt&lt;/b&gt; that light radiating off of her. She felt it pouring out of her skin. She felt it washing over the harbor then, as she turned back towards the mountains, she felt it wash over the rugged contours of the mountains. Everywhere that she placed her focus was bathed in her divine light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the world around her came to life. She vowed that from then on that's how she would create her reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=Arial size=-2 color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright 2007, by White Feather. 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Our bodies are not conditioned to hold and express the vibrational feeling-tone frequencies of joy and wonderment on a regular basis. We may experience sporadic moments of ecstatic bliss but our bodies are not yet capable of sustaining that frequency on a constant basis. It is up to us to condition our bodies to be able to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This conditioning is much like an athlete's conditioning. The athlete works out every day, and each day pushes the limits of his abilities. Slowly, the limits of those abilities grows and expands. After two months of training the athlete is capable of doing things beyond where her abilities were before training commenced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, we can train our bodies to hold ever increasing amounts of joy vibrations. We push the envelope a little bit more each day. With conscious intent we can immerse ourselves in the joy vibrations each day; say for 10 minutes a day to start, increasing that time a little bit each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we get into the joy vibration? First we have to turn the brain chatter off. Next we need some beauty. It can be found where ever we look. We then concentrate on that beauty. We don't think about it, though! Instead we just observe it and try to &lt;b&gt;feel&lt;/b&gt; it. If we can see and feel beauty then we can enter a state of wonderment. Wonderment is a powerful key to getting us into the joy vibration. If we can get into a state of wonderment then the joy will come in and fill us. But we've got to slowly build up our tolerance to the joy vibration by daily pushing the envelope of wonderment. The more wonderment we can experience with each new day, the more our bodies will be able to sustain joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since joy feels so good it's easy to get comfy with a slightly larger amount of it and there is a tendency to quite pushing the envelope further. But if we can keep up our training and continually expand the amount of time we spend each day in wonderment and joy then we will eventually get to a point where that wonderment and joy takes over and becomes our natural state of being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it takes the training. If we were to instantly slip into that state permanently our bodies wouldn't be able to handle it. We've got to train our bodies by pushing the envelope each new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beauty - Wonderment - Feeling - Joy/Bliss/Ecstasy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much time each day do you spend looking for beauty? How much time do you spend in wonderment of that beauty? Being aware of how much time we actually spend on this each day, we can consciously set out to expand that. Journaling can be helpful in this regard but is not necessary. Or we could set aside a few minutes before we go to dreamland each night and review the beauty and wonderment and joy experienced during the day. Then we can set our intention to experience even more the next day. It also helps to reaffirm our intentions as we watch the sun rise over the mountains in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each new day we can open ourselves up more and more to beauty and wonderment. The more we fill ourselves with it, the more we will be able to hold; the more we will expand. And the more joyful our lives become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty; it's everywhere. Find it. Wonder at it. Feel it. Let the joy fill you.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=Arial size=-2 color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2007, by White Feather. 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Is it the events that transpired that day? Is it the feelings you felt that day? Is it the weather? How much of one's day is routine, the same as most other days? How many of our days bring something entirely new to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are our days something that just happens? Do we experience them passively? How many of our days are planned? How much of our day is controlled by us? How much of our day has something to do with either a previous day or a future day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we watch the sun rise over the horizon in the morning we have a unique opportunity to bless our day just as it is starting. We can program what we will be open to during the day. We can set our intent, turning it over to the day so that we don't have to preoccupy ourselves with it any longer. It is at sunrise and sunset when we can become intimate with the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day can be like an empty canvas. Before we start painting our picture it is best to stare a while at the blank canvas. Get to know it and &lt;b&gt;feel&lt;/b&gt; the blankness. This opens up the canvas to receive the images and feelings we want to paint. It's always a good idea to bless an empty canvas before commencing with our art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun sets we can stop and look at our day from a different perspective; seeing it in a new light. We may not be finished with the picture we're painting but it's always a good idea to stop at some point and look at what we're painting from a slightly different angle; then &lt;b&gt;feel&lt;/b&gt; how the painting is developing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can continue painting after the sun is down. What is added is added with a new light and different energy. How do we end our days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all artists. Our medium is life. The art of living is something done either with passion and joy and love or something done as a habitual routine. As we daily paint the landscape of our lives we are free to choose how we paint it. We can be a tormented artist or we can be playful and child-like. We can paint the same picture or very similar ones day after day or we can paint something very new and different each day. We can start a new painting every day or we can repaint over yesterday's canvas, sometimes again and again. What do we do at the end of the day when it is time to go to dreamland? Do we release it to the universe or do we take it with us in our journey through dreamland and into the morning? Do we start with a fresh new canvas each new day? Or are we still painting over canvases started years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is much joy in greeting a blank canvas each new day. There is also great joy in finishing a painting and giving it away, clearing your mind for the next new canvas. There is great joy in the art of living, or at least there certainly can be. Connecting to that joy is a matter of releasing, opening up, and allowing it to flow. All the impediments to this flow are our resistances to it that we put in place. We do this by closing down through fear or guilt. So how do we deal with these fears and guilts and such that impede our flow? We let the flow wash them right out of us onto the canvas. There they can be expressed and released. We release through our canvases, integrating those releases into the beauty of our picture. Often, these releases are just the right color or texture we need to round off our picture. As we release one picture for the next blank canvas we will be lighter and less impeded and the joy will flow more freely and the next picture will reflect that. And we will become happier artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-4;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright © 2007, by White Feather. 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The moment is not apparent until it is entered. And the moment it is connected to cannot be fathomed until then. The connection rips across untold layers of separation; of consciousness. The connection dissolves our beliefs and our pictures of reality. Everything we held as solid becomes permeable. And everything that made no sense to us suddenly does. For that brief moment we see the full beauty of our expressions. For that fleeting moment of experience we feel our power and see the story we have written.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2007, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674840-4949797073908332239?l=mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/4949797073908332239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/4949797073908332239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/moments.html' title='Moments'/><author><name>White Feather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/SREkMFxsugI/AAAAAAAAABI/N-l2lSZtPyE/S220/skyflower158.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21674840.post-446680699462636611</id><published>2007-06-05T07:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T07:52:52.974-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>American Presidential Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the American presidential elections were held in the same manner as the TV show, &lt;i&gt;American Idol&lt;/i&gt;? We could start with, say, 100 candidates and then when we work our way down to the top 24 the publicly voted eliminations begin. Once a week there can be a TV show during which each candidate gets 12 minutes to give a speech and be presidential. Then for two hours after the show everyone can vote for their candidate as many times as they wish. The two candidates with the least votes are eliminated until the field shrinks to 10, at which point one candidate is eliminated each week until there is only one left and that final candidate would become president. (And get a free Ford Mustang.) Oh, and the runner up could be vice-president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the final 10 weeks the candidates could occasionally do little numbers together so we could see how they work with others. On some weeks the candidates could give speeches on whatever they want but on other weeks they would have to talk about certain issues. On certain weeks we could bring in past presidents to help the candidates out in their presentations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I completely, thoroughly, and totally nuts? Have I flipped my lid? Or could there possibly be some merit to this wacky idea? What would be the benefits? And what are the pitfalls? Does this method seem unfair? (If so, how does that make American Idol unfair?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it: The candidates wouldn't be allowed to advertise at all. The only way they can get their ideas across is to be on the show. They would have no campaign chests. This would save hundreds of millions of dollars. There would be no fundraisers, no primaries, no campaign staffs, no stumping. The candidates would have to put all their time and effort into those 12 minute spots on the show. They would not be beholden to any big buck sponsor. They would have to rely only on themselves and the messages they put forth. And their presentations would have to convey sincerity, honesty, wisdom, integrity, and "presidential-ness" to get the votes of those American viewers. They would have to compete against the other candidates but not directly. Instead of fighting the other candidates, the competition would involve &lt;b&gt;being better&lt;/b&gt; than the others. The candidates would be forced to focus on and communicate directly with the potential voters rather than facing other candidates and lobbing stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any slight slip-up could land you in the bottom two. You have to be your very best each and every week. And you have to get better with each week. You have to make the most amount of people love you and believe you. You have to win their hearts. Win a viewer's heart and they'll vote for you a hundred twenty-nine times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, did I hit the nail on the head? Is that the problem with this idea? That it violates the sacred one person/one vote aspect of our idea of democracy? But wait a minute. That one person/one vote aspect doesn't even count in our real presidential elections. As we have seen, the popular vote does not count! It's the electoral vote that decides who the president will be. And in the electoral system all votes are not equal. So what's the problem with allowing everyone to vote as many times as they can during two hours? As long as we can verify that each telephone vote was from a person and not a computer program then every human could decide for themselves how much their votes count by how many times they call in their votes during those two hours. And wouldn't you rather vote from the comfort of your couch than waiting in line for two hours at the polls? And there would be no problem with hanging chads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I think I'm on to something here. Doesn't this sound like a great idea? Think of all this would change. The whole process would be radically different. Maybe people will even get into it more. This method seems to do away with a lot of the nastiness and waste of our current election process which turns so many people off. Would this be a way of getting away from that awful two-party system that keeps everything so polarized?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I just got a brief image of Sanjaya as president. That's a little scary. I'm sure there may be a problem or two with this idea. And what about the three judges? Who will they be? And who will host the show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, everyone would have to be off work for four hours one day each week; two hours for the show and two hours for voting. The country would have to shut down so everyone could watch the show and vote. That might not be such a bad idea. Of course, we'd have to deal with those infernal time zones. And there's the problem of determining a caller's age. Or should we just let anyone and everyone vote?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I just thought of another good thing. The money from advertising during the show could go to pay off our national debt. If the show becomes as popular as &lt;i&gt;American Idol&lt;/i&gt; the advertising dollars could be significant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does everyone think? Have I misplaced my marbles? Have I gone batty? Have I stepped off the precipice of logic and reason into the abyss of lunacy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2007, by White Feather. 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Is the only difference perception? Are these perceptions two sides to the same coin? Is how the coin lands a reflection of our perceptions or is it something totally out of our hands? But we threw the coin! It was released directly out of our hand. How much control do we have over how the coin lands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it matter how it lands? How we perceive how it lands determines whether the coin landing is fortuitous or calamitous. We assign meaning through our perceptions. The coin is....well, just a coin. We are the one determining the outcome through our perceptions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2007, by White Feather. 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Whenever there are a million there is both one and two. Seeing this can heal anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us are one. There are a million within the one each of us are as well as the million we see outside of us. Both one-ness and multiplicity permeate all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we walk down the street and can see both the one-ness and the multiplicity and we make no distinction between the two we are walking through our divine creation. When we appreciate both the one-ness and multiplicity then joy results. The beauty of one-ness can be experienced and appreciated in a million different ways. Joy is boundless and it is everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are boundless and everywhere. We are the universe. When we think of "I" we think of only our bodies and the self occupying that body. We do not look at a tree and think "I." When we see another we don't see "I." That is because our vision is limited by our perceptions. Our perception is how we create our reality and when we start seeing "I" in everything then we start owning our reality. Then our joy is no longer limited. There is unlimited joy within us and without us. We merely need to own it and see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The universe is built from love and joy. It is our creation. It is the creation of "I." I am the universe. I am every last part of it. I create it as I perceive it. If I perceive anything as being separate without seeing the one-ness then I am disavowing my divinity. All separation is created by not seeing the "I" in all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only one way to create and that is to perceive. Perceiving is not a passive action. It is how we actively create our reality. There is no separation unless we perceive it. And there is no love, joy, and beauty unless we perceive it. To give anything life we merely need to perceive it. Perceiving is our divine ability to create. 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There are only three entities in the castle, not counting the plants. Only three entities, yet there are two queens. What kind of queendom is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the queens is a dog named Shawnee and the other is a cat named Taco. They rule the castle with absolute authority. There is only one servant in the castle and the two queens must share this servant. I happen to be that servant. I am the lone human in the castle and somehow I ended up with the servant job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a good servant. I do as I'm told and I put up with all manner of idiosyncracies. I get to feed her majesties and I also get to clean up cat and dog vomit. Both of the queens are geriatric now. In dog or cat years, I've been collecting animal hair for around one hundred years. I have collected enough hair to knit a sweater big enough to wrap around the entire solar system. It's too bad I know nothing about how to knit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that it is extraordinarily difficult for me to go more than a few hours away from my masters. It's not easy to leave the castle but I must in order to continue serving and supplying the queens. I cannot help but think about how my masters are doing back at the castle without my servitutde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animals are such great masters. I strive to be a great servant to them. They have so much to teach and I have so much to learn. It's no wonder we live together alone in a big castle. How lucky am I to have, not one, but two grand teachers; two queens to serve? To be a loving servant to an animal is one of the grandest and most energizing dharmic jobs you can get. But it's one of the jobs where you don't apply for it, but rather it is assigned to you. Of course, you signed up for it long ago but it still seems to be thrust upon you. When a queen comes and taps you on the shoulder, indicating that it is time for you to step up, you feel honored and willingly accept your task. You surrender and step into the role with enthusiasm and excitement. You don't wonder if that enthusiasm and excitement will still be there 15 years later. You just give it all your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sweet it would be to deal with other humans in the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an ignorant human living in the presence of two god-creatures. I am extraordinarily lucky because these two god-creatures are fantastic teachers. What I learn is utterly dependent on how good of a student I am. A student serves a teacher much like a servant serves a queen. How well that student learns corresponds to how well that student serves their master. How well that student learns also corresponds to how well they can go beyond the teacher/student dualism. The best way to go beyond it is through it. The best way to go through anything is to love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my doggie and kitty with all my being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are my lords and masters. One day I will be a fully-fledged god just like them. I'm working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-3;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright © 2007, by White Feather. 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The cat, an avid sun-worshipper, has followed the sun's movement these last few months, her "special place" moving with the sun. To watch a cat sit in the sun, absorbing the energy, I cannot help but want to do the same. Like my cat, I partake of this elixir with abandon. No room is constantly the same. It changes with the shafts of sun coming through its windows. Does our perception of the room change as the sun moves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to move my "special place" with the changing shafts of sunlight coming through my windows but moving my desk every few weeks is not a very practical thing. My desk slowly moving back and forth across the room would be a Feng Shui nightmare. Perhaps stationary, the desk serves as a ballast or maybe it is the fulcrum null point upon which the solar see-saw sits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the sun has set and night time has commenced, the cat's "special place" becomes my lap as I sit at my stationary desk. It is a place where she can bask in a different kind of warmth. In the winter time I especially appreciate her warmth as well--even as little as it might be. We sun-worshipers tend to stick together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright © 2007, by White Feather. 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Distance becomes something totally different. In those shadows we can hear the animals and the waterfalls and the birds and the whispering of the trees as though it were right before us. We can feel the rock as though we could reach out and touch it. It is at this time that a mountain releases its love out to all those who can still see it in the fading light. This is when mountains sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2007, by White Feather. 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All Rights Reserved.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674840-4442152975758103280?l=mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/4442152975758103280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/4442152975758103280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/grace.html' title='Grace'/><author><name>White Feather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/SREkMFxsugI/AAAAAAAAABI/N-l2lSZtPyE/S220/skyflower158.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21674840.post-1908398600670257207</id><published>2007-04-23T09:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T09:18:45.236-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Adulthood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/RizM9y1chtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/rtgFB6A_mCs/s1600-h/juniper01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056641843620251346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/RizM9y1chtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/rtgFB6A_mCs/s400/juniper01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You know, some spook once said that our spirit goes through life stages just like our body. There's childhood, puberty, teenagerhood, adulthood, and old age. Our spirits and our bodies are not on the same timeline, however. Our spirits enter puberty around the ages of 18-22. Our spirit enters teenagerhood in our early to mid-thirties and it finally reaches adulthood in the fifties. Finally in our fifties we become spiritual adults and our adulthood lasts until we reach our late nineties at which time our spirit enters old age--which lasts approximately 30 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, our bodies have been on a much shorter lifespan than our spirits but the "time" is quickly approaching when our bodies will catch up to our spirits and live as long as they are currently designed to. (And we will then redesign them to last even longer.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright © 2007, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/RizIuS1chsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LDDnh76j3WQ/s1600-h/simmons520wide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056637179285767874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/RizIuS1chsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LDDnh76j3WQ/s400/simmons520wide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When the snow starts disappearing from the mountains&lt;br /&gt;it's time to get busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674840-1908398600670257207?l=mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/1908398600670257207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/1908398600670257207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/adulthood.html' title='Adulthood'/><author><name>White Feather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/SREkMFxsugI/AAAAAAAAABI/N-l2lSZtPyE/S220/skyflower158.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/RizM9y1chtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/rtgFB6A_mCs/s72-c/juniper01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21674840.post-7248898183958692563</id><published>2007-04-18T00:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T23:04:40.832-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>The Passing of Anna Mitchell-Hedges</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Mitchell-Hedges, caretaker of the Mitchell-Hedges Crystal Skull, passed away on April 11. She was 100 years old. She was in her late eighties when I met her. I had the pleasure of speaking with her both before and following my one-hour experience with the famous skull. I first met her the night before at a small dinner gathering. She was downright lovable. And she liked to tell stories--something I relate to. That hour with the Mitchell-Hedges crystal skull significantly changed my life so I cannot help but be eternally grateful to Anna Mitchell-Hedges for bringing the skull from Canada to my little sleepy mountain town in Colorado back in the nineties at a time when she had already stopped touring with the skull. She did it as a favor to a friend of hers who happened to live in my same town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read all manner of writings on the skull, some of it quite critical and some of it quite fantastic. But none of that means much to me. My own experience with the skull is what resonates with me--and it's quite an intense resonation. I consider it one of my most precious experiences. So I am filled with love and gratefulness for Anna upon hearing of her transition. And I cannot help but smile at learning that she made it to 100. Today I turn 50 years old. I've kind of dreaded this birthday. But I consider it a gift to learn that Anna made it to 100. Learning this has been the only thing to happen to make me feel young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna told me that she was convinced that she had been caretaker of the skull during the time/dimension of Atlantis, too. I wonder if she will be (is) caretaker again in some other time/dimension. To me, the skull is like a portal to all the many time/dimensions we are connected to. It's a key to the Akasha. It is very special. I wonder, whether in this life or another, if I will come into contact with the skull again. If I do I will have to look away from it long enough to see if Anna is somewhere around. I'll bet she would have some great stories to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-1 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2007, by White Feather. 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All Rights Reserved.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674840-4659576692726440922?l=mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/4659576692726440922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/4659576692726440922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/chain-link.html' title='Chain Link'/><author><name>White Feather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/SREkMFxsugI/AAAAAAAAABI/N-l2lSZtPyE/S220/skyflower158.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/RiXEQvyRQJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Uh5mBBATcZA/s72-c/chainlink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21674840.post-3388277016314303049</id><published>2007-04-15T09:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T08:07:23.699-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Expansion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The mantra for the year 2007 is the word: &lt;b&gt;expand&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the natural energy dynamics of this particular dimension is the dynamic of "contraction/expansion." If you look at just about anything from just the right angle of perception you can see a natural order in place; the natural process of &lt;i&gt;contraction/expansion&lt;/i&gt;. Everything strobes, or vibrates, between sets of polarities. We, as divine human beings, are constantly swinging, like a pendulum, between contraction and expansion. We can even see each in-breath as an expansion and each out-breath as a contraction. This concept of &lt;i&gt;contraction/expansion&lt;/i&gt; is ubiquitous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plants go through a repetitive &lt;i&gt;contraction/expansion&lt;/i&gt; with the seasons. The plants contract is winter and expand in summer. We, as divine human beings, are not much different. We each have our own preferences, but as a whole, humankind contracts in winter and expands in summer. This year will be different, though, because we will instead be experiencing a constant ping-pong effect of going back and forth between contraction and expansion throughout the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be like bobble-head dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we don't have to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part of this year's repeated expansions/contractions will be the contraction part. We can feel like we are being squeezed. The contraction waves will push in on us and that pinches things, activating issues and reawakening dormant imbedded emotions. The squeezing can force us out of our comfort zones. Think of 2007 as going through labor. Moments of intense peace evaporate as a contraction comes on. The contraction is intense and painful but it eventually resides and, once again, peace pervails....only to be shattered by another contraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So think of yourself as a pregnant woman who is going through labor, about to give birth. How would you react?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are long arduous births and there are quick and easy births. Understanding the concept of expansion/contraction and going with the flow of that back-and-forth expansion/contraction makes the labor easier. Resistance only makes the labor more laborious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resistance we put up against these contractions that we will be experiencing consists of our beliefs and attitudes and fears and guilts. Guilts, especially, will be activated with each of these successive contractions. We can see this as an opportunity to review and release those guilts. It is the same with our fears. With our fears and guilts gone there is significantly less resistance to the contraction enabling us to go with the flow more easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is also our beliefs and attitudes and perceptions that will be squeezed during these contractions. It is our beliefs, attitudes, and perceptions that largely create our reality so when these things get squeezed and pinched we will be forced to look at them and decide whether or not we want to reconfigure our beliefs, attitudes, and perceptions in order to create a new reality (birth). Holding on to the old beliefs, attitudes, and perceptions creates resistance to the contractions making them more arduous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every contraction will be an opportunity to reconfigure our energy. Each contraction can be followed by a period of intense peace and &lt;b&gt;expansion&lt;/b&gt;. These peaceful expansive periods between the contractions are when we can implement far-reaching changes in our lives. It is when we can try out new beliefs, attitudes, and perceptions. They may fit a little better than the old ones and they may help us endure the next contraction. On the other side of that next contraction we can try out even newer beliefs, attitudes, and perceptions. If we can open the door to change then during each of the peaceful, expansive periods change will come blowing in through the door like a brisk spring wind. And if the windows are open, too, the wind will flush your house clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must be as willing to expand as we are to contract. The contractions have begun and they will happen. We can make it easier by reconfiguring. The expansions will happen, too, and we can use these expansions to grow and change. If we resist the contractions or the growth and change then it could be a tough year. To make it easier we can think: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Release and expand!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. When things get tough this year, think: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Release and expand!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Release and expand!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Release and expand!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. By the end of the year we will have expanded far beyond the perceived limitations we define ourselves by now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-1 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2007, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Bookmark Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s5.addthis.com/button2-bm.png" width="160" height="24" border="0" alt="AddThis Social Bookmark Button" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'White Feather';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s5.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Bookmark Button END --&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674840-3388277016314303049?l=mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/3388277016314303049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/3388277016314303049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/expansion.html' title='Expansion'/><author><name>White Feather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/SREkMFxsugI/AAAAAAAAABI/N-l2lSZtPyE/S220/skyflower158.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21674840.post-35754854402942295</id><published>2007-02-23T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T08:10:38.040-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Pathology</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the truest of true truths becomes evident it suddenly becomes void. When the void is immersed in so completely that we "become" the void then new truths appear that go way beyond the truths we so comfortably resonated to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is ephemeral. It changes with each new moment. Just like we could. If we so choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you see? Whatever it is, it is divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you close your eyes and go beyond, what do you see? When you go yet another step beyond, what do you see? Are you comfortable with the fact that whatever you see will change as soon as you see what is meant to be seen? Once you see it, you are thrust beyond what you see. You cannot proceed three steps without proceeding one step first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will there be a new world? Are you willing to go beyond the feelings of it? Those feelings cannot manifest until you've gone beyond them and are exploring even newer feelings. The piece of sidewalk you are walking over does not become real until you are walking over the next piece of sidewalk. Not until you have touched it will it become a reality for you. Not until you have walked over it will it become an actual path. Not until you follow it will you reach the turn off onto the path you've dreamt about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, we will no longer follow paths. We will instead create them. We all follow a path until it leads to a new path which leads to a new path which eventually takes us to a point where there is no longer a path. It will be up to us to blaze a new path. Not until we are blazing our own new path will we be creating our own reality. The world is before us and each of us are gods ready to blaze a new path through that world. Are we ready to step into that world? Are we ready to create our own very unique and distinct path? While there are many paths that lead us partway there, we must all create our own path the rest of the way there. We will never get there following a path because all paths lead only to a stopping point where we must thereafter blaze our own path the rest of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for the journey? Are you ready to create your new path? Are you ready to follow it? Are you ready to go beyond it? Are you ready to go where all paths lead towards but no path takes you fully there? Are you ready to step beyond all the paths? Are you ready to be there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2007, by White Feather. 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The energy is tapped as it passes through us. The tapping takes place within us. All the energy we will ever need is within. If we're looking without for sources of energy then we will never seem to have enough. The source within is boundless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tap it we must connect to it and this requires a devoted circuitry. We must surrender to this source and offer no resistance to it as it passes through us. Resistance is what keeps this energy source from flooding us at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrender is the releasing of all resistance. We are used to a tug of war. We maintain enough resistance to keep the energy source from overpowering us. We play a game of give and take with resistance and allowance. Surrender is the dropping of all resistance and it goes beyond all allowance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete and utter surrender is an unplugging of the old circuitry and a plugging in to our divine source. It changes everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2007, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674840-117116973614139098?l=mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/117116973614139098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/117116973614139098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/unplugging.html' title='Unplugging'/><author><name>White Feather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/SREkMFxsugI/AAAAAAAAABI/N-l2lSZtPyE/S220/skyflower158.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21674840.post-117116886652600913</id><published>2007-02-10T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T09:21:20.659-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Winter Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://whitefeatherforum.bizland.com/lombardiclouds.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=-4 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photo Copyright &amp;copy; 2007 by White Feather. 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The beauty brings wonderment and wonderment puts us in a frequency of joy. Living in a state of wonderment on a constant basis would be too much for most of us right now. We must slowly build up our wonderment tolerance until we can take more each day. Eventually we will be able to surrender to it completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is beneficial to be consciously placing our focus on seeking beauty to put us in a state of wonderment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2007, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674840-117064829433103953?l=mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/117064829433103953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/117064829433103953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/wonderment.html' title='Wonderment'/><author><name>White Feather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/SREkMFxsugI/AAAAAAAAABI/N-l2lSZtPyE/S220/skyflower158.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21674840.post-116917920351186920</id><published>2007-01-30T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T08:15:13.214-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the many symptoms of happiness? Can you come up with a list? What symptoms are the strongest for you? Do you have enough symptoms to be fully infected with happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you place happiness? Is it some goal? Some far off place? Is it a memory? Does it permeate your daily life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it omnipresent? Are there places we don't allow it in? Are there some times when we utterly disregard it? Are there times we meed to rest from happiness? Can it ever be too much for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How important is happinesss to you? Is it important to a tree? Or a cow? Or a kitty cat? They don't seem to strive for happiness. Can their contentment be decribed as a happiness? Do they need happiness like humans do? And why do humans need happiness anyway? Why is happiness so important to us when it just seems to come naturally to other life forms? Why has happiness become our goal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What differentiates happiness from contentment? What makes it better? Is happiness what draws us onward? Does the idea of happiness give us purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the purpose of happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're a god living in the universe happiness is natural and ubiquitous. It is the space we move through. It is impossible to be unhappy. Is this state what happiness is returning us to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we know what happiness is without first learning what it is not? And once we learn what it is and what it's not, we merely need to accept its omnipresence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is the food that fuels our quest for ultimate joy. Joy is a step up from happiness. Joy is happiness taken to orgasmic levels. It's the frequency that connects us back to the universal entity that we are. It's how we experience being a god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is the platform from which we can easily reach towards joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2007, by White Feather. 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Can there really be a different and better way to live our lives? If there was such a better way would you attempt to incorporate it into your existence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What holds you back to the old methodologies? What keeps you trapped in a quagmire of less than optimal circumstances? Is it victimhood? Is it some sort of contentment or acceptance of the way things are? Is it guilt? Do you feel you do not deserve something better? Is it fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we create the landscape of our existence do we just recreate old patterns again and again? Do we maintain a status quo as an attempt to keep out uncertainty? Why do new things scare us? Is it the adjustment we would be forced to make? Is there a comfort to our ennui?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or are we merely holding back the inevitable? Why are we afraid to embrace the inevitable? Why do we shun the mantle of our divinity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take ten minutes of your day and use it to open up to new possibilities. Let your guard down for ten minutes a day. Imagine what it would be like to live a completely different life. For ten minutes a day imagine all your problems gone. Imagine a life of joy. Imagine a life where everything you love explodes in joy. Imagine a world where everything is as you create it to be. Imagine nirvana ten minutes of every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we hesitate about this? Are we afraid if we let go of all our problems then we will no longer be us? Do we define ourselves by our problems and struggles? Do we define ourselves by our pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to redefine ourselves we must step beyond everything that currently defines us. But we need something to define us and until we can find something new to define us we hold on for dear life to everything that is currently defining us. There is a lag time between our old definitions and when the new definitions take hold. This creates fear because briefly we have nothing to define us and without our definitions we seem to not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is good to imagine new definitions so that they become ready to be embraced as soon as we let go of the old definitions. Imagination is the bridge that allows us to go from one reality to another without falling into the crack between realities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet imagination without release only causes more frustration. Ten minutes of imagination and ten minutes of releasing all things each day will help prepare us. Release something different every day. Don't worry, you won't run out of things to release--not for quite a while anyway. Imagine something new each day. You will never run out of things to imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more we release and the more we imagine, the closer we come to our true divine being--a being that deserves the most incredible reality we can imagine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2007, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674840-116950017458240909?l=mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/116950017458240909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/116950017458240909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/ten-minutes.html' title='Ten Minutes'/><author><name>White Feather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/SREkMFxsugI/AAAAAAAAABI/N-l2lSZtPyE/S220/skyflower158.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21674840.post-116901811602684842</id><published>2007-01-17T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T08:16:01.759-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Looking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let there be the understanding that all things are generated because of our desire to fulfill a purpose. Let it be understood that we direct our movies much like directors direct movies. We all have an overall sense of the script but we have the option of changing things as they are being filmed. While every change directly affects the outcome, the main story lives through our changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we see things in their unfolding, new things appear to us and the story is ever evolving. Creating involves letting all things go. Creating things involves allowing those things to become what they are so that they can change to what they will become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No scene is ever complete until it is photographed and embedded in our consciousness. And even then it is not complete because it will change as it is being watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our confusion arises becuase we don't know if we are creating or directing or watching. So it is our role that we must go beyond. We must allow "it" to be. We must surrender to the story behind the story, which was written long ago and which entices us to enact a story to bring that original story forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of what we create, we created long ago. To create anew for the future we must allow those original creations to manifest and clear our canvas for a new painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is a painting that awaits the release of past pigments and longs for the creation of new ones. When we cease painting we become the painting. When we stop looking at the painting and enter it we step into the potentiality of the next painting. The next painting is always within the last painting. If only we would release it. We cannot do this until we take paintbrush in hand. We cannot do this until we relinquish control and see the painting for the deep heartfelt desires that they are. We cannot enter a painting until we have put the paintbrush aside and become that which we paint. Feel the colors. Feel the texture. Feel the depth. Feel the overall scene. Step into it and beyond it. There you will find all that which gives meaning. There, you will find you. And there you will find all that you are looking for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2007, by White Feather. 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Lift up your inner vision. Look up at the roof of your world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our vision is habitually horizontal. It can be good to habitually break habits. If you always take the same street to go to work to each day it's good to occasionally take a different route. Likewise, if you're always looking straight ahead or hehind you or at your feet, it is good to occasionally crane one's neck and look directly upwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking up on a regular basis enables our navigational systems to operate completely. When that navigational system is fully operational it works on a 360 degree basis. It's good to know and stay in touch with all the directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be much to see once we look in new ways. Eyes are important but so is a strong and healthy neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a dial that reads your directional focus. Whatever direction you put your focus towards, the needle on the circular dial moves to point in that direction. See the dial move freely in all directions. See it move round and round, not missing any perspective. In your mind, see the dial spinning furiously. It is spinning so furiously there is no time to place your focus in one spot. Your focus can no longer be one-directional. It is now omni-directional. It's like stepping back and focusing from the outside in. The focus is removed from any one part of the circle (dial) and becomes the act of watching the dial. You have stepped outside the circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot step outside of the circle unless we can see the one-ness of that circle and we can't do that unless we experience all 360 degrees of that circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See why it's so important to occasionally look up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2007, by White Feather. 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We'll have a chance to utterly redo everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you react to this? How eagerly do await such a scenario? How willing are you to becoming active in the instigation and movement of this consciousness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will it affect your relationships? Will any relationships remained unchanged? And what about our relationship to ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything becomes different is there anything that remains the same? Is that even possible? Is there a continuity we can hold onto? Or can trust anchor our boat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever listened to snowflakes? Surely, you have watched them. Most probably, you have played with them and built things like snowmen with snow. Perhaps you have slipped and fallen on your ass because of them. But have you ever completely stopped all movement and thoughts and just listened to snowflakes as they fall silently to the ground? Have you ever felt the joy each and every single snowflake is embued with? Have you ever felt the softness of snowflakes? Have you ever felt the warmth of snowflakes? Have you ever blocked out all sounds and truly listened to snowflakes falling down upon your landscape? It is one of the softest sounds you'll ever hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen. Listen with an open heart, a quiet mind, and a willingness to surrender. Listen to the snowflakes. They will tell you a secret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2006, by White Feather. 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The important question is; can we incorporate both endeavors within our actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the planet changes direction our bodies are directly affected. It always helps to allow for disruption of normalcy. We can fight it or go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the respite of that moment when the pendulum seems to stop before proceeding in the opposite direction provide the peace and bliss and joy necessary to comfortably transition to a whole new you? In dance, it is a mere change in direction of movement. Can the movement be as fluid in other regards? Can we change directions as easily and naturally as the planet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we dance to the spotlight or let the spotlight follow us? Are we trying to dance or are we allowing the dance to flow through us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we even dancing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-1 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2006, by White Feather. 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The more you walk, the more in synch you become. You begin to see the subtle earth energies at work. They are right there but you never noticed before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking is rhythmic. All drumbeats are auditory reflections of the planetary heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can walk the same mile two hundred times and you will experience at least two hundred new things; something new each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One walk could intersect another walk you did twenty-four years ago even though you are now in a completely different place. Earth energy lines intersect all over the place; both in the physical and the non-physical. Every line somehow connects to all others. And all roads lead to Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk the very same mile one hundred thirty-seven times and then when you walk it the one hundred thirty-eighth time and you do so while that mile is under two feet of snow, it's like taking a walk in a different dimension. It's intensely different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many dimensions right here. We never have to travel. But walking acts to turn the kaleidoscope. It is the turning of the pages that allows the story to unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk and as your feet pad upon the planetary Mother's skin, you are in a very creative state. Walking into the infinite field of possibilities, each step we take is an interdimensional birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we walk we are engaging the NOW in all its many dimensions. When we walk we are engaging our selves and our own many dimensions. When we walk in joy and awe our bodies respond with the production of life hormones. With each mile our bodies become more balanced and playful. With each mile we see more--even if it is the same mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could say every mile takes us closer to Home. Or we could say that we bring Home with us with each new step. We could also say that everything we see as we walk our walk is a new and different reflection or perspective of Home. Or we could say Home is everywhere we walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking is like pages of a book. If it's a book you've got to read but are not enjoying much you read quickly, often skimming, and the pages are turning rapidly. It it's a book you are thoroughly enjoying you savor every word and the pages turn much more slowly. How quickly do you walk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it amazing how ten inches of snow cannot keep us separated from the planet but six inches of rubber can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it amazing how the white of the nighttime snow perfectly reflects the white of the nighttime clouds? And our breath is the same color. And so is the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clouds and our breath and the moon, however, do not scrunch underfoot like the snow does. Wouldn't it be great to take a walk through a cloud to see what kind of sound it makes? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2006, by White Feather. 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Eventually we will love our enemies. Eventually, we will all love our selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, we have conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see how easy it is to resolve conflict?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is all it takes, yet it seems so impossible. Why is love so hard? Why is it such a hard thing? It should be the easiest thing in the world. Why do we resist it so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing standing in the way of planetary love is our resistance to it. When the freaking hell will we surrender to that planetary love? When will we cease the fight against planetary bliss? When will we cease fighting our own bliss? When will we surrender to it? When will we see the utopia we are a part of? When will we stop fighting the incredible bliss that is our birthright? When will we stop fighting the joy and allow it to envelope us? When will we divert our attention from petty emotional quarrels and become more than that? When will we become the gods that we are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When? The only answer to that is &lt;b&gt;NOW&lt;/b&gt;. While conflict can be found in all nooks and crannies of time, &lt;b&gt;peace&lt;/b&gt; can only be found in the &lt;b&gt;NOW&lt;/b&gt;. Are you putting your energy into conflict or into the ideal of planetary bliss? Planetary peace is so very, very close. It's merely waiting on a few more humans to surrender to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you resisting? What are you fighting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you considered surrender? What keeps you from considering such an alternative? Think about it. How might your world change? How would your world change if you embraced surrender? Seriously think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you fighting? Every ounce of fight could be used to embrace something new. Every ounce of resistance you put up could be spent building a whole new reality. Why are you fighting? Why are you looking for that which holds all back instead of looking towards that which bonds each and every one of us together? Why are you fighting the new reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the fears go. Release them. Banish them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step bravely and passionately into the new world. Once there, you will have no time for petty bullshit. Once there, you will be motivated by nothing but love. Once there, your love will melt all resistance. Why not take the plunge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, exactly, is everyone afraid of?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2006, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674840-116565741873338615?l=mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116565741873338615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21674840&amp;postID=116565741873338615' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/116565741873338615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/116565741873338615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/resistance.html' title='Resistance'/><author><name>White Feather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/SREkMFxsugI/AAAAAAAAABI/N-l2lSZtPyE/S220/skyflower158.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21674840.post-116556080020175379</id><published>2006-12-08T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T09:19:44.929-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Thoughts and Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 will be a year of manifestation. Do not be surprised if something you had visualized and wanted to manifest 15-20 years ago suddenly manifests before your eyes. You may have forgotten that you even wanted what manifests. You may not want it anymore. Or it could be a life-long desire that manifests; something you still want with all your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it won't just be things from the past that manifest. There will be plenty of instant manifesting, too. A thought we have in the morning could manifest before the end of the day....as well as a thought we had back in 1993. There will an inordinant amount of manifesting going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine what it would be like if every single one of our thoughts manifested almost immediately? Every single thought we ever had? If every thought, no matter how big or small, manifested, reality would be very different, no? If you wanted a grand piano all you would have to do is think about having one and then it would appear. If you wanted to visit India you would merely have to think yourself there. If you thought about being a rock star you would become one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would this type of reality seem utterly chaotic to you? How would you handle being able to manifest your every thought? How would it change the way you think? Would you be much more careful with your thoughts? Would we all stop cussing? Would we be more active in our blessings and loving in our words to others? Would those thinking loving thoughts gravitate to each other creating one reality and would those thinking non-loving thoughts join together creating a different reality? Or would the two camps be able to co-exist in this sort of instant manifestation reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is our reality already a lot like this except we have a lag time in the manifesting. It's not usually instant. And since we don't see the results of our thoughts until much later we are much less careful about our thoughts. We think thoughts thinking they will never manifest. Was there a purpose in this lag time? Is it a result of the "density" we find ourselves in? Or is it part of the cause of the density?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what if this lag time suddenly disappeared? What if our thoughts started manifesting almost instantly? How great would the change be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change and manifesting go hand in hand. To manifest something is to change. Before the manifestation that something did not exist. After the manifestation it does exist. So there is change. You can't have &lt;b&gt;constant change&lt;/b&gt; without &lt;b&gt;constant manifesting&lt;/b&gt;. One reason so many have not manifested their desires is their unwillingness to &lt;b&gt;surrender&lt;/b&gt; to change. Is our resistance to change what helps cause this lag time? If we drop the resistance (surrender) will the lag time disappear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next question is: What if our feelings manifested instantly? Would the same questions about thoughts apply to feelings?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2006, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.whitefeatherforum.com/woodsmokebanner.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674840-116556080020175379?l=mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/116556080020175379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/116556080020175379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/thoughts-and-feelings.html' title='Thoughts and Feelings'/><author><name>White Feather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/SREkMFxsugI/AAAAAAAAABI/N-l2lSZtPyE/S220/skyflower158.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21674840.post-116530352717579900</id><published>2006-12-05T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T09:20:40.342-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 is an extraordinary year! I consider November 1st as the first day of the year and October 31st as the last day of the year. This means that we are already in 2007 as far as I'm concerned. For me, 2007 began just a little over a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 is a year of unprecedented change. For many, 2006 seemed like that. But hold onto your hats because 2007 will far exceed 2006 in the change department. But it will be a different sort of change. 2006 was one big change but 2007 will be a multitude of &lt;b&gt;constant change&lt;/b&gt;. It will begin for most in late January and early February. We will experience one change after another after another after another. Except for a couple of very brief respites this &lt;b&gt;constant change&lt;/b&gt; will continue to the end of the year on October 31st. The change will be so constant that we will hardly have time to think about one change before the next one is upon us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some of us we will experience as much change in 2007 as in all of our years combined leading up to 2007. We will experience change in a multitude of ways. We will change jobs and careers. We will change cars and change residences. Some of us will change states and some of us countries and some of us hemispheres. We will change partners and change friends. We will change how we live--repeatedly. We will change how we think and how we react. We will change patterns in everything. We will change what we eat and what we read. We will change how we express and how we dress. We'll change how we prioritize things. We will change habits and some will change religions. As we navigate 2007 we will have to remain at the wheel to constantly change direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is useless to resist this tsunami of &lt;b&gt;constant change&lt;/b&gt;. We have to go with the flow of it and that means surrender. &lt;b&gt;Surrender&lt;/b&gt; is the key word for 2007. 2007 is the year to &lt;b&gt;DROP ALL RESISTANCE&lt;/b&gt;. We have been playing with surrender for the past few years but now it is time to fully and unconditionally surrender. 2007 can be a traumatic year or it can be a blissful euphoric year. It all depends on how much resistance we put up to the &lt;b&gt;constant change&lt;/b&gt;. To drop all resistance and fully surrender to the &lt;b&gt;constant change&lt;/b&gt; we can use this new year to make a quantum leap in self-realization. 2007 holds the possibility of being the most transformative year in human history (so far).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it all happens on an individual basis. The global world will reflect that, yes, but it is up to each and every one of us to surrender individually. If enough of us surrender individually and unconditionally then collectively we will produce a contraction. In spiritual terms this is called &lt;i&gt;inducing labor&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While 2007 is a major contraction preceding birth, it is also a dilation or opening up for that birth. 2007 is a year of contraction and expansion, contraction and expansion, contraction and expansion. For those who have experienced the birth of a child, allow me to describe 2007 as that moment when such an intense contraction is experienced that you look at each other and simultaneously you both know it is time to go to the hospital. It's time to throw all your preconceived notions out the window and put your entire focus onto the birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2007 we will be shown a few thousand different ways to surrender. Not until we surrender in a few thousand different ways will we be able to begin to understand surrender. In 2007 it will be the most valuable tool we can employ. Look for ways to surrender. Be willing to surrender everything and anything. Examine anything that you resist surrendering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And embrace change. Get ready for non-stop change. Resist it or surrender to it. See that as a choice. It's a choice we will continually be faced with in this most magnificent of years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2006, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674840-116530352717579900?l=mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116530352717579900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21674840&amp;postID=116530352717579900' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/116530352717579900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/116530352717579900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/2007.html' title='2007'/><author><name>White Feather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/SREkMFxsugI/AAAAAAAAABI/N-l2lSZtPyE/S220/skyflower158.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21674840.post-116469787559808918</id><published>2006-11-28T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T09:19:44.930-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>White Flag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the difference between conditional surrender and unconditional surrender? And why is this important? We can raise a white flag and hopefully see a ceasing of hostilities. But does that really end the conflict on all levels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we surrender unconditionally or do we negotiate a surrender? Do we surrender only under certain conditions? Is this a true surrender or simply an agreement to cease hostilities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true surrender is a complete ceasing of &lt;b&gt;ALL&lt;/b&gt; resistance; physical, emotional, or spiritual. Surrender is to become the very opposite of what you are now, and in the process tie together both ends of any spectrum and creating a situation of wholeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the difference between unconditional surrender and unconditional action? Are they two sides of the same coin? Can we have one without the other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How hard is it for you to surrender? How hard is it for you to take definitive unconditional action? What's the correlation between the two? Is surrender the ultimate definitive unconditional action? Can we ever take any action without at least some sort of surrender on some level? Is surrender the ultimate action? Is action the ultimate surrender? Are the multitudinous conditions we place on both action and surrender what keeps us from seeing ONE-ness within the duality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I have found that the more I surrender, the more I take action. I have experienced several years of inertia in my life and it was all due to an unwillingness to surrender. Now, I try to remember to bring a white flag with me where ever I go. When fighting and resistance stops a window opens up. That window, rather than the excitement of the fighting and resistance, is what now excites me. I long to swim through that window into a whole new reality; a reality in which duality enhances things rather than causes separation and turmoil. Duality is a harmony and ONE-ness is the lead vocal. When the harmony is dissonant you can't even hear the lead vocal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every great music teacher in the world will attempt to teach you that to &lt;b&gt;make&lt;/b&gt; beautiful music it is utterly essential to &lt;b&gt;surrender&lt;/b&gt; to that music. Do you see the make/surrender duality? If you're doing one and not the other then you're sitting on a see-saw all by your self and there is no movement. The nexus point cannot be accessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2006, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674840-116469787559808918?l=mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/116469787559808918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/116469787559808918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/white-flag.html' title='White Flag'/><author><name>White Feather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/SREkMFxsugI/AAAAAAAAABI/N-l2lSZtPyE/S220/skyflower158.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21674840.post-116399683113628666</id><published>2006-11-19T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T09:19:44.930-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Electricity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine having unlimited energy. Imagine having unlimited passion. Imagine love coursing through your body like electricity. Imagine no thoughts; just an open awareness. Everything you see is forever imprinted on your soul. Everything you touch is like the first time you ever touched it. Every smell tells a grand story. Every feeling permeates you and your surroundings and emanates from you in waves of sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine being so overcome by beauty that you seem to melt into a puddle of joy. Imagine that beauty surrounding you on all sides. Everywhere you look your breath is taken away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine being outrageously happy with yourself. You have everything you could ever want. You are done with goals and accomplishments and now you concern yourself with your passions and desires and curiosity. You do what you want to do when you want to do it. You are spontaneous; aware of and eager to follow the subtlest of synchronicities. You have a network of people you share your love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To imagine these things one need not leave one's chair. You don't need to leave the chair to manifest these things, either. To manifest one must simply first change one's persective, which can be done in the comfort of one's chair. Imagination is a tool we use to tweak our perspectives. What are you imagining?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2006, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674840-116399683113628666?l=mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116399683113628666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21674840&amp;postID=116399683113628666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/116399683113628666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/116399683113628666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/electricity.html' title='Electricity'/><author><name>White Feather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/SREkMFxsugI/AAAAAAAAABI/N-l2lSZtPyE/S220/skyflower158.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21674840.post-116399740839870874</id><published>2006-11-19T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T09:21:20.660-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Young Wedding Dancers</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.whitefeatherforum.com/youngweddingdancers.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674840-116399740839870874?l=mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/116399740839870874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/116399740839870874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/young-wedding-dancers.html' title='Young Wedding Dancers'/><author><name>White Feather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/SREkMFxsugI/AAAAAAAAABI/N-l2lSZtPyE/S220/skyflower158.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21674840.post-116282796365825753</id><published>2006-11-06T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T09:19:44.930-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Divine Energy Sources</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire needs fuel constantly. Without fuel it goes out. What are you fueling your life with? Think about it. Look at what you use for fuel. Do you fuel yourself with thoughts? With emotions? With feelings? Does being angry fire you up? Fuel you? Is food your fuel of choice? Is television your fuel? Does alcohol or pot or nicotene or caffeine or medication fuel you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your fuel source and how extensive is that source? Can you draw on it whenever you need to? Is it alwys there with sufficient fuel? Does it allow your flames to burn at incredible levels? Is your fuel renewable? Does it pollute? Can it be depleted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is passion your fuel? Desire? Hope? Lust? Do you draw fuel from other people? Or do you fuel others? Do you use love as a fuel? If so, do you use emotional love or unconditional love? Does the sun fuel you when it rises each morning above the horizon? Is your fuel solid, liquid, gaseous, or electric? What kind of fuel efficiency do you get from your energy source?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do questions act as fuel for answers to erupt and burn themselves into our awareness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever drink Redbull, the energy drink that gives you wings? Do you find your fuel outside of yourself or within? Or a combination thereof? Is there an invisible spiritual elixir that can give us wings? Indeed, is there one that can enable us to fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does beauty fuel you on a regular basis? Is beauty a fuel? What about joy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our fires to burn we must have fuel. How aware are we of the fuel sources we tap into? When you fuel up your car it's a rather perfunctory task. You do it without hardly thinking about it. The main thing that draws our attention is when the price goes up. What's the price of your main fuel source?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we use sunlight as fuel for our beings? What about air? Water? Prana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every human is a divine being. We are creator gods. We create. But to create we must have fuel. We must have a Source. There are two kinds of gods; Source Gods and Creator Gods. Source Gods do nothing but source energy. Creator Gods cannot source their own energy so they use the energy sourced by the Source Gods and they create with that. You need both kinds of gods to hold up the hologram. The evolutionary path of divine humans is leading to the blossoming of a whole new kind of god; one that is both a Source and a Creator. This is the grand experiement; to see if this kind of god can be actualized. We are the volunteers who agreed to undergo the experiment. So not only is it helpful to become aware of our divine Creator abilities, but it also helps to become aware of the energy sources we utilize now so that we can gain "energy independence;" a state necessary to be in in order to develop those forthcoming source abilities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2006, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674840-116282796365825753?l=mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/116282796365825753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/116282796365825753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/divine-energy-sources.html' title='Divine Energy Sources'/><author><name>White Feather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/SREkMFxsugI/AAAAAAAAABI/N-l2lSZtPyE/S220/skyflower158.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21674840.post-116270571105293218</id><published>2006-11-04T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T09:19:44.931-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Challenges</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imgine a life without any worries. Imagine a life without any problems. Imagine no dilemmas, no conundrums, no detours, no sudden complications, no flat tires, no electrical outages, no earthquakes or hurricanes, no unexpected twists, no challenges, no hurdles. Would you consider that a wonderful life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We carry on our backs the challenges of this dimension and those challenges are what enable us to grow. Think of every challenge as a supreme gift. Meet those challenges with excitement and enthusiasm. For many, these challenges are what weigh us down and age us. This will happen if we see those challenges as obstacles instead of gifts. With a shift in perspective we can begin to utilize those gifts to set ourselves free and dispense with aging. It's all perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was no wind a tree grows weakly. Wind makes the tree strong. Don't hide from the wind. Go out into it and let it make you strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2006 by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674840-116270571105293218?l=mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/116270571105293218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/116270571105293218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/challenges.html' title='Challenges'/><author><name>White Feather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/SREkMFxsugI/AAAAAAAAABI/N-l2lSZtPyE/S220/skyflower158.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21674840.post-116096645553288762</id><published>2006-11-02T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T09:19:44.931-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Embracement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have always been images of a greater world. We always assign those images to their place in the future and in so doing we relegate those happenings to the future, thereby preventing ourselves from experiencing them in the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are feelings we get hints of that we read as being little tastes of future feelings. By assigning them future status we are unable to break through the door to start feelings those feelings &lt;b&gt;NOW&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are constantly bombarded with possibilities and we need only embrace one for it to manifest. Do we embrace one out of every ten possibilities? Or do we eagerly embrace all the possiblities? Can we embrace them all without making all of them become manifest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much embracing do we do? How intently do we do it? How often do we embrace the moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see what the fruits of our embracings produce. It is this juice that feeds and provides the pigment for the realization of our imaginings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been looking at mountains recently? If so, try going for a drive on the backroads around the back of those mountains so that you can see them from the other side. It is worth the gas. Take that little trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of life is lived that is not embraced? What kind of journey is taken that does not begin by walking out the door?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright © 2006, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674840-116096645553288762?l=mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/116096645553288762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/116096645553288762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/embracement.html' title='Embracement'/><author><name>White Feather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/SREkMFxsugI/AAAAAAAAABI/N-l2lSZtPyE/S220/skyflower158.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21674840.post-116239533803609042</id><published>2006-11-01T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T08:09:30.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year, everyone! There are many who consider November 1st as the true beginning of the year. Did you know that New Year's resolutions made on November 1st have a greater likelihood of sticking than resolutions made on January 1st? I wonder if this was part of why New Years was moved to January. Hmm. Anyway, it's New Year's Day for me today. I plan to enjoy the day accordingly. May the day illuminate something new for everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674840-116239533803609042?l=mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116239533803609042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21674840&amp;postID=116239533803609042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/116239533803609042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/116239533803609042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>White Feather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/SREkMFxsugI/AAAAAAAAABI/N-l2lSZtPyE/S220/skyflower158.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21674840.post-116092534508065091</id><published>2006-10-15T09:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T21:22:43.530-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Aging Cactophile Monarch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed how the letters for the word &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;cat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; are in the word &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;cactus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;? For me, that is only appropriate because my kitty cat companion, Taco, is a genuine cactus lover. She has a fondness for all the cacti I have spread throughout the house. I am constantly picking cat hair off my cacti because she uses them to brush her hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost painful to watch her gently rub her face across the very sharp cactus thorns. "Doesn't that hurt?" I've asked her. But she never replies. Apparently, it is rude to ask questions while the queen is brushing her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cat is a queen. For over 15 years she has only lived indoors. She's a house cat and the house is her domain. She is the supreme ruler. Within her domain she is fearless and walks with regal authority. The dog knows that she's the boss and I know it, too. With her good grace I am allowed to live in her home with her (and pay rent). She also allows her sister Shawnee to live in her domain. Shawnee will show Taco some queenly respect--although there is a limit to how much of Taco's fantasies she can endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am but a mere lowly serf but I take pride in my job of feeding the queen and attending to her every need. With pride and joy I pluck the cat hair off my cacti and I never ever complain.....not even when I get pricked. I may never know what it's like to rub my face over a cactus but I have at least witnessed such an event through my queen and in the process was made to think about how complementary opposites can actually be. The softness of a kitty kitty and the brutal sharpness of cactus thorns can come together in a beauteous way. There is much to think about in that regard. And it's all thanks to Taco, my lord and master and queen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2006, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674840-116092534508065091?l=mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116092534508065091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21674840&amp;postID=116092534508065091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/116092534508065091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/116092534508065091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/aging-cactophile-monarch.html' title='Aging Cactophile Monarch'/><author><name>White Feather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/SREkMFxsugI/AAAAAAAAABI/N-l2lSZtPyE/S220/skyflower158.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21674840.post-116061986239107513</id><published>2006-10-11T20:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T09:26:45.970-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Wood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about wood lately. I should have been thinking about wood back during summer. Back in the late Eighties and early Nineties I heated my homes with wood. I spent countless hours chopping wood, stacking wood, and hauling wood. Although it has been well over a decade since I was immersed in the wood gestalt I still remember that you don't wait until the first snow to start thinking about wood. You start thinking about wood in July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this back in July but I guess I just wasn't ready to dive back into the wood gestalt. Besides, I just had too many other things to think about back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on Monday we had our third snow of the season. The nights have already dipped below nippy. There is no longer any way to avoid thinking about wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://whitefeatherforum.bizland.com/woodbanner520.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a picture of my woodpile. It's a picture of someone's woodpile down the street. I'd share a picture of my woodpile but I don't have one yet. Well, okay, there were a few logs left over from someone's woodpile years ago that I gathered together but it's only a week or two's worth--and I've already gone through half of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have been gathering kindling the last few days and I probably have a few weeks worth gathered. And I gathered it all under the three massive pine trees in my yard. Is wasn't just the cold that inspired me to do this. It was also Trendle, the magic kindler. I was thinking about her as I gathered kindling under those trees today in a howling wind. I wondered if Trendle put her hair up before she gathered kindling. Today I didn't and I ended up with more hair in my eyes and mouth than wood in my buckets. Three days ago we still had beautiful colored leaves on the trees but the wind has been so fierce the last two days that there are suddenly almost no leaves left on the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those winds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the crackling of a good warm fire. It makes one relax just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I've been thinking about wood lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2006, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674840-116061986239107513?l=mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/116061986239107513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/116061986239107513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/wood.html' title='Wood'/><author><name>White Feather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/SREkMFxsugI/AAAAAAAAABI/N-l2lSZtPyE/S220/skyflower158.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21674840.post-116036772816017683</id><published>2006-10-08T22:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T09:24:24.286-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Peristalsis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The universe works much like our colon. In order for there to be movement and growth peristalsis must occur; the wavelike muscular contractions that propel matter forward. We go from one wave to another and another and another. These waves create cycles. We go through polarites by experiencing the opposite ends of a spectrum. We go through a male/active cycle and then immediately go into a female/passive cycle. And then back again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go through periods where everything seems to be happening &lt;b&gt;without&lt;/b&gt; then we slide right into cycles where everything is happening &lt;b&gt;within&lt;/b&gt;. The shift we are completing, which began near the end of last year and which is coming to completion around Thanksgiving, was a &lt;b&gt;without&lt;/b&gt; cycle--one of the biggest the planet has ever had. We have our two-month landing time and after that we have another two-month grace period. It will be fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then we enter a &lt;b&gt;within&lt;/b&gt; time. This &lt;b&gt;within&lt;/b&gt; cycle will last roughly as long as the &lt;b&gt;without&lt;/b&gt; cycle. This is when the planet really starts changing. The state of the planet is, after all, a direct reflection of what is &lt;b&gt;within&lt;/b&gt; us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare to experience depths of "within-ness" you've never experienced before. Prepare to come closer to your true self than you ever have in a body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, we must focus on the landing. This landing is one of the greatest gifts humankind has ever received. So let's not get ahead of our selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But know that where ever we land will be &lt;b&gt;within&lt;/b&gt;. Our hearts are one of the main coordinates we must use to navigate a safe landing into our creations. We create from within. We are on the verge of doing some wondrous and outrageous creating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the waves. Feel them flowing through you. Offer no resistance. Let everything flow. Use the air to glide into your landing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright, &amp;copy; 2006 by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674840-116036772816017683?l=mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/116036772816017683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/116036772816017683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/peristalsis.html' title='Peristalsis'/><author><name>White Feather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/SREkMFxsugI/AAAAAAAAABI/N-l2lSZtPyE/S220/skyflower158.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21674840.post-116036884135251152</id><published>2006-10-08T21:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T09:22:16.762-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Sea Grotto</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.whitefeatherforum.com/seagrotto.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;Sea Grotto, Copyright &amp;copy; 2006, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674840-116036884135251152?l=mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116036884135251152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21674840&amp;postID=116036884135251152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/116036884135251152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/116036884135251152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/sea-grotto.html' title='Sea Grotto'/><author><name>White Feather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/SREkMFxsugI/AAAAAAAAABI/N-l2lSZtPyE/S220/skyflower158.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21674840.post-116001985177695632</id><published>2006-10-04T21:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T09:24:24.287-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if there were no stories? What would life be like without ever hearing a story or seeing a story or telling a story? We paint our landscape with stories because we love stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How important are stories in cementing the bonds of relationships? How important are stories in explaining life? Would you rather read a story or read a factual account of something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you only listen or watch stories or do you write them? Or are you equally involved in both the writing and the actual living of the story? Are you a writer, an actor, or a director? Or an audience member? We have scripts for stories that were written long ago. We have newer scripts and we also can &lt;i&gt;ad lib&lt;/i&gt;, writing as we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your story? Are you happy with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the wind. There are many new stories blowing in the wind. Let them flow through you as you try them on. While these stories flow through you project a whole new story ahead through the oncoming stories flowing through you. Keep a two-way conduit going and see how things change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take ownership of all that you have written but especially what you are in the process of writing. Embrace it. Feel all the stories for the divine creations they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as with all stories, look for the subtleties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2006, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674840-116001985177695632?l=mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/116001985177695632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/116001985177695632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/stories.html' title='Stories'/><author><name>White Feather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/SREkMFxsugI/AAAAAAAAABI/N-l2lSZtPyE/S220/skyflower158.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21674840.post-115990425348705563</id><published>2006-10-03T13:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T09:24:24.287-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While September is surely the most beautiful month around where I live, October can give September a run for its money. Sure it can get pretty darn-tootin' cold in October but we still have several beautiful warmish days. October is the month I get to hear the heavenly sound of leaves crunching underfoot. I do a lot of walking so I'll be doing a lot of crunching. The vibrations of the sound of those crunching leaves awakens a certain part of the old noggin that I like to call &lt;i&gt;the October lobe&lt;/i&gt;. When the neurons in that lobe become activated--through the sound of crunching leaves underfoot--excitement and joy are also activated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, first I have to be over the sadness that develops as the leaves first turn color heralding the end of summer. It's always sad letting go of summer. But once those leaves are on the ground in October and the crunching begins then joy and excitement return. October is an exciting month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for deciduous trees!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy;2006, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://whitefeatherforum.bizland.com/treehillsbanner.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=-4 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;Photo Copyright &amp;copy;2006, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674840-115990425348705563?l=mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115990425348705563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21674840&amp;postID=115990425348705563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/115990425348705563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/115990425348705563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/leaves.html' title='Leaves'/><author><name>White Feather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/SREkMFxsugI/AAAAAAAAABI/N-l2lSZtPyE/S220/skyflower158.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21674840.post-115435881245963569</id><published>2006-09-30T09:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T09:25:35.047-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Default Dualistic Vibrational Entrainment Patterns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you create your own reality? Do you take responsibility for creating your own reality? Or do you play victim to seemingly outside influences? But if you truly create your own reality then you created those seemingly outside influences. Why would one do that? What benefits does victimhood offer us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would we create something outside of us that victimizes us? Is that a way of learning about and experiencing duality? Is it about balancing out karma and the stabilization of energy? Is it necessary to first be a victim before we can understand the victim/perpetrator duality? Is it equally necessary to play the part of the perpetrator?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it doesn't matter whether we're playing the victim/perpetrator duality game or consciously creating our own reality. Either way, we are creating our reality. The difference is in the level of awareness, level of responsibility, and level of joy for life. We can choose to create our reality through self-awareness or through plugging into a default dualistic vibrational entrainment patterns. The hard part is unplugging from those entrainment patterns. This involves taking responsibility for creating every little thing in your reality. Then you can see why you created all the dualistic struggle in the first place--and that was to bring you to this point of awareness where you can let all that go and begin creating with joy like the divine god that you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2006, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674840-115435881245963569?l=mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115435881245963569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21674840&amp;postID=115435881245963569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/115435881245963569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/115435881245963569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/default-dualistic-vibrational.html' title='Default Dualistic Vibrational Entrainment Patterns'/><author><name>White Feather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/SREkMFxsugI/AAAAAAAAABI/N-l2lSZtPyE/S220/skyflower158.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21674840.post-115427160252247105</id><published>2006-09-27T09:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T09:25:35.048-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Surrender</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fully surrender, one must stop seeking; stop planning, stop rationalizing, stop hoping, stop wanting, and stop struggling. Can we give those things up? Can we enter the NOW and live there? Can we fully surrender to each new moment, giving it our full, undivided attention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty is something that can hold us in the NOW. The NOW is saturated in beauty but we must be able to see and &lt;b&gt;feel&lt;/b&gt; that beauty to establish a connection with it that will keep us anchored in the NOW. We must surrender to that beauty, allowing it to fully envelop us. We don't do that on a regular basis because we are not accustomed to the intensity of the &lt;b&gt;feeling&lt;/b&gt; vibration of joy that beauty creates. It can make us cry tears of joy and many of us are afraid to cry. We are afraid to &lt;b&gt;feel&lt;/b&gt;. We are afraid to surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These fears hold us in a vibrational pattern that keeps us out of the NOW and prevents us from fully experiencing beauty and the &lt;b&gt;feelings&lt;/b&gt; of love and joy. These fears are doors we can open to get to the other side of our perceived limitations. Each doorway we walk through takes us to a new perspective and these new perspectives reveal the illusory nature of those limitations. As we release our hold on those limiting illusions we begin the process of surrender. This process takes us to our divine nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright &amp;copy; 2006 by White Feather. All rights reserved.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674840-115427160252247105?l=mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115427160252247105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21674840&amp;postID=115427160252247105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/115427160252247105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/115427160252247105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/surrender.html' title='Surrender'/><author><name>White Feather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/SREkMFxsugI/AAAAAAAAABI/N-l2lSZtPyE/S220/skyflower158.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21674840.post-115988977684445898</id><published>2006-09-27T08:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T09:22:49.666-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Empty Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://whitefeatherforum.bizland.com/fstreet01.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=-2 face=Arial color=maroon&gt;Photo Copyright &amp;copy;2006, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21674840-115988977684445898?l=mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/115988977684445898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21674840/posts/default/115988977684445898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumbojumboblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/empty-street.html' title='Empty Street'/><author><name>White Feather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJxyRc2U2Ps/SREkMFxsugI/AAAAAAAAABI/N-l2lSZtPyE/S220/skyflower158.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21674840.post-115421647757633360</id><published>2006-09-22T09:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T09:25:35.048-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like certain kinds of ice cream, it's the combination of flavors that creates a distinctive taste. We all find and prefer our favorite flavors. When we decide on a favorite flavor we often then eat only that flavor. We have created a comfort zone and we stay within that zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not until we start trying new and other flavors will we be able to open up enough to create movement into new vibrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at a circle. A circle can represent a comfort zone or it can be used as a gateway to the full spectrum of flavors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we live in comfort zones or are we continually passing through circular openings into whole new fields of possibilities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream can be seen as a comfort food. It can also be seen as an opportunity to taste ever new flavors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the heat of summer ice cream can be a fun think to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-2;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright © 2006, by White Feather. 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