Reflection Circle: Day Three/Tuesday

The  edge of emergence is the growing edge of evolution.

Pauline sang a song from her cosmological musical.    Comes out of the birth of the stars and the galaxies.  “the stars are in your bones, the wind is in your song, oceans in your blood, flowing strong.  The power of moon, beating in your heart. . . . the bright hot sound was there from the start.  Shine.  Shine your starry light.  Oh shine your light.  You are one with the stars from where you begin every creature on earth is your kin.  You are one with the day, one with the night, only in the darkest sky do the stars shine bright.  So shine, shine your starry light.  Shine your light. (song continued, typing stopped)

The nature of harvesting, of capturing what it is we are learning so it has use beyond this meeting.  We’d like to invite you in to an experiment of longer sounds.  Ten minutes of silents, reflect on what is emerging in the whole, what is in service to the whole.  With longer silence, we can use different modalities of silence:  writing, art, etc.

A growing not knowingness, a growing confusion, more and more being in a space like ‘what the hell is going on here?” and the only moments when I am not in that space is when I say something or I do something, then I feel I know what I am doing as I do it and when I stop, I don’t know shit.  What I am learning about this is that it is fine, that is how to be.

What I am noticing this is this is what the process of building common ground looks, tastes, smells like.  We are building container of crucible of love, trust, listeining, into which we place our individual seeds, briging it together in an alchemical way that has all the ferment that we are experiencing and these processes and stages are necessary for us to give bitth to what it is that is seeking expression through us.  In last hour, I noticed a strengthening of the container. . . So shadow, fears, hopes and dreams can be placed in this crucible so we can live it out together on behalf of life.

I hear our diverse voices, carrying prescious info, very deep within our different points of viewing, which can’t quite hear each other, can’t quite see each other, which can’t quite find the ground they share. . . . to say nothing of the mystery on the fleets of their diversity. . .  Soon we will know how to do this journey, find ourselves together on the other side. . . how we will get there is another mystery, awaiting our shared adventure.

“We are all Africans.”  “It’s one planet.”  “One family, the human family.”  

In a session, we talked about what might we do. . . mostly abstract. . . mentioned a spiritual approach but conversation didn’t go in that direction.  I am thinking what didn’t we do, did we miss an opportunity.  I think that what we need to do is build a culture, we need to build a culture from the ground up.  We are lacking a culture that starts out by answering the question of where we came from and what we can do while we are here and why we are suffering in the world, basic questions that any identifiable culture has answers for.  I think we can build a culture and supply those answers.  . . . A lot of work. . . . “to build a culture” says, to me, what we need to do\

I’m being called to bring the love consciousness back to the planet and to help awaken the divine love in the hearts of all humanity, to help teach the religion of love through the language of the heart and to inspire . . . world doesn’t lack information but inspiration.  Inspire people to love one another and I seek all of your help.  

Somehow, we here in collaboration with others we are networked with, could moved beyond the ‘if only’.  What if we are the ones we are waiting for.  If it were only us, knowing there are many others, who would we be together, how would we stop blaming, shaming, shifting responsibility, who could we be now, knowing we are all in sufficiency, that we are enough.  What if we move from if only to what if and from what if is the scientific hypothesis of life.   

Then the last speaker called for women to speak and men to give them silence and then a man spoke next.  This writer is sick of listening to men.

Faith.  I come here with great faith, not certainty.

Listen listen listen to my heart’s song.  I felt a deep appreciation for every person in the room with. . . said what if. . . then there was an image of each one of us listening, tuned to a different frequency on the band width, kind of like scanning on the radio for a clear channel. . . we each have a channel tuned to our being, that’s where we are listening and we need to be true to that and listen to one another, knowing what each of us says is important.  Listen listen listen to your heart’s song.

Imagine if I love.  Imagine if I share.  . . . . a poem was shared too fast to type it. . . but lovely poem.

I omitted the last chorus:  listen listen listen to our heart’s song.

I am sitting with something that doesn’t feel very comfortable, I’m getting some kind of disconnect about fact that we are all working with universe story but our referent always seems to be the human and I don’t quite get that.  

Thank you for that reminder.  Your question reminds me of a sweet poem:
Even after all these years
The sun never says to the earth
You owe me
Look what a love like that can do
It can light up the whole sky

I had a vision in my meditation of a seven generations out, so year is 2706, the planet didn’t look like anything we know or recognize.  It struck me that there was a tremendous weight and responsibility and yet it wasn’t about us doing huge changes.  It was about a knowing that we are part of a collective wisdom that is ongoing and has been ongoing.

I invite everyone in every conversation be it at the table or in a workshop that everyone has the opportunity to call the silence in.  If we are the antennas, we need the silence to listen to it, we are not used yet to capture the signal and I and I guess we all need the silence to hear the signals that the others capture and speak of and to let them sink in.  I hear a lot of words, beautiful words. . . words are still a yang force, as masculine force, and we are not there yet that it is in balance.