The Old Soldier in Christmas


In days of war he had seen the betrayal of the sons by the fathers,
seen the ravages of nationalism and its unfortunate patriotism.
He had run the full gamut of greed for women and gold,
seen his impoverishment in the field of human relationship.
In time he realized the folly of creating images of himself and others,
seen these delusions are the fountain of conflict.
In meditation he was attentive to the heart awaiting Mother's Grace,
seen sometimes silent heart open pure feeling peace and bliss.

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Tonight's Webcast


After listening to tonight's webcast I listened to some relaxing Zen music. The effect of the webcast carried over into the listening. I was aware of awareness, energy and love. The vibrations of this music gently hit up against this heart and flowed out in all directions.

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A darkness inside


For years I have felt as though my core is pure darkness. The more light I experienced in mediation the more pronounced the darkness felt. It seemed to hold my fears and depression. I didn't understand how others could only see the happy, joyful me when all I could see was that my core was black. I feared it because I thought it meant I was bad. Recently (within the past year) the depression I lived with for decades receded. I started having days where my thoughts didn't linger on death or just trying to get through the day. I was actually feeling good all day long, happy from deep within.

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Gifts of Om and Amrita


The second time I visited San Francisco to meditate with David I had a couple of very interesting experiences. There was the usual light, bliss, Kundalini and deep stillness, but I also started to hear a hum that I have heard occasionally before and have always recognized as the universal Om. I used to hear this once in a while during my years of meditation when I visited places of power or had a strong spiritual experience, but in Larkspur with David it turned on louder than ever and did not stop.

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Juicy Love


After this mornings webcast these words spontaneously came to me:

The sun shines in my heart
I hear you speak
And all of me speaks
I am alive
with juicy love
No conditions
Just simple breathing
In and out
In and out
The pure magic of innocence
Dances in my heart
As I rest in your immeasurable grace. Thank you!

Picture of Lithia Park, Ashland Oregon Oct 2014

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David, You are the flower of my Heart
The flower in my belly
The flower blooming out of the top of my head.
Your fragrance fills my body
Your nectar streams from my eyes
As I continually meditate on our communion

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Deep Peace


Deep Peace Namaste

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Bedtime Stories for All God's Children


This about some inspiring stories from my summer following the intensive with David in Sedona in April. I feel gratitude for the personal meetings and ongoing relationship with David; for the intensification of experience of the Divine that has been growing and accelerating since we met. There is much more clarification from the Avatar continuing since I was a young devotee of Sri Ramakrishna, who lived in the 19th century, a personification of the Absolute, especially of the Divine Mother Kali Shakti.

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Who is she? Who is she?


We have just had a weekend intensive with David. My last instructions were "Write us!". I am filled with sweetness consumed from the Mother - so much refreshment of creative imagination. And yet this experience was conceived in the strict conditions of philosophical investigation, a strange womb one might wrongly think. The theme that emerged in David's teaching was completely informed by creative expression of the feminine divine.

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A weekend in the Singularity of Mother David Devi Kali


Oh, Queen of Love
You have unwove my eyes
And my heart will not sleep

Oh, the Queen of Love
I am in Her Heart
She is in my room

And together alone we clasp hands
And in each other's eyes walk the endless shore

The snow is on the hills of my Heart
And to speak is to die

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