A Letter and a Poem from the Field
Dear Fred,
Thanks for reading the “Template for Awakening Certificate” that I forwarded. Thought you’d find it a “hoot” as I and my friend of 50 years Lloyd did. Not sure where Paul Hedderman got it, probably made it up. For an old hippy, he’s charmingly awake.
Since our awakening session some months ago, the clarity of awakening seems to be moving apace and manifesting curiously as creative inspiration. So here’s a little poem from the other day.
Thanks and blessings to you,
Tom
(Betsy and I are old hipsters in light disguise. ~f)
The furnace and the refrigerator are humming OM
Sometimes I am the happiest soul on the Earth and
I would love to tell you why.
But I don’t know.
It’s like I can be happy even when I’m
Unhappy. Weird.
Everything God brings me to look at is bathed
In Holy light: tables, chairs, plates, spoons….
And OMG, out the window is an enormous wealth of
Pines and birds and even deer and bobcats.
I can see! How did that happen? What a Miracle……
All the way to distant galaxies and into fantastic worlds,
Inside this body (my fellow creatures have invented instruments
for this purpose).
I have some kind of gyroscope where my head seems to be
And I can locate a me at an official address and I have a legal
Name.
But in all this unimaginably enormous space,
Is that really me?
No body seems to know, really,
Exactly what’s going on here. But
It seems plenty enough
Just to be
Alive.
May 13, 2019 @ 10:46 am
Thanks, Tom. Beautiful. “Everything God brings me to look at is bathed in holy light.”
<3 Kathleen
May 14, 2019 @ 10:56 pm
Thanks for ‘grokking’ this Kathleen. A few weeks ago I woke up from a nap and like a ‘thief in the night’ it occurred to me that I as an individual human don’t see, but “seeing” sees (let me just call it God because “consciousness” sounds kind of like a sort of cold, conceptual Thing)…SEEING sees and its an impossible miracle to, for no apparent reason, find oneself as having, simply, occurred; and created with this ability to view the manifest. I, “me”….I didnt make myself.!….duh. I can barely make the bed. Something breathes this body all night long while sleeping and some way cool Mystery is what we all are. seperate only in our imagination. God pretending to be ‘people’. Wow.
May 18, 2019 @ 12:00 am
Who is this that stole my experience and poetic praising?! “you” are an imposter! But while I imagine there’s an i and a you, IOU thanks for being Me. And for the beautiful poem!
May 20, 2019 @ 2:00 am
Awesome poem Tom
I wrote in you,
(And Mike too.)
My orbit is very broad
And round and filled
With fun in the form
Of Personality-
Bubble-Foam
I keep
blowing,
Inhale and exhale,
Bouncing and bounding
With the birdsongs
In the silence–
I see you have seen my light called
Darkness-Seeing,
Painting this globe in warm
Smiles welling up
From nowhere.
And bursting on the surface
Of this screen
Living this freedom
Our freedom
and mine,
Fred’s freedom
prior to knowing
Anything at all.
May 20, 2019 @ 12:24 pm
Excellent, Lloyd! ??
May 22, 2019 @ 11:52 pm
So cool when we share this Big Huge One Whatever, eh? Thanks a lot, Mike
May 22, 2019 @ 11:53 pm
Delightful ! Thanks Lloyd.