Morning Meditation Message 28

Self-judgments are not the truth of your limitless being. Writing it seems, is an act of magical wizardry. So even if your self-sabotaging mechanism of poisonous thoughts are woven deep into the habitual pathways of your neurological mapping, there is still hope. Remember that repetition unravels the thread of forgetting. What have you forgotten? That you are already magnificent, whole, and complete. It happens to all of us from time to time, especially when we are at the gates of a transformation our soul is no longer asking us if we are ready for, a transformation it is pushing us through. And this is because your life, is not only your own. It is quite beautiful that we belong to each other this way. We level up as a whole.

A fear of evolving, collectively, keeps all of humanity down. So, in your tiny drop of a life when compared to the other billions, what is your contribution of inner vibration? What is your silent song? Is it all woe, or is there still some joy and hope in there, even when you look at the sky and the only thing shining is the fire of wars on the horizon. Can you be the sunshine by remembering why you came on a level of soul? If you are a being that recognizes all as you, then what can you ever cling to? You don’t have to hold yourself in a choke-hold. So where does this thirst for more come from? And why cling to mistakes made long ago, past the point of karmic re-balancing and self-forgiveness? The ego identity is not your enemy, unless you make it so.

A fulfilled heart flows through life and allows the sea of life to bring it that which it is in like vibration with. If you can feel how abundant you are, there is a part uncovered from within your inner being, where forcing things is no longer needed. Of course you will still have to work hard and thorough at times, but let not your work in the external world be more than your work in the internal world, because you would fail before you even begin walking towards whatever action you are intending to succeed at. Can you allow yourself to still feel vibrant even in the honest witnessing of what you perceive as shortcomings? Can you love yourself enough to write down things you like about yourself, and let self-love, and self-appreciation be the point of vibration that attracts what you need to you?

Or do you love the spirals of the roller coaster more than the manifestation of your dreams? You see, if you love what you are intending to create more, then someone telling you to write it down, does not feel like a demand. It is an invitation to a key of the creation process. Because even the device you are reading these words from was once written down, your home was once a blueprint with exact measurements and notes, Mozart feverishly wrote down on napkins the music that would out live his days. Writing it seems, is the first place where what you are imagining becomes physical reality. It is the uncovering of the possibility that another set of eyes may one day see what was important enough to last. How can you say you honor ancient wisdom, and not write your affirmations, dreams, and goals down?

How can you say you are a creator and not write things down!? Even if what you are intending to create is a different version of yourself, have you written down what that looks like? You don’t write it, because deep down inside you don’t believe it. You don’t believe your worthy of the very thing you’re imagining. I can believe in you until my face turns blue, but if you don’t believe in you enough to receive the keys that are being shared, you will not evolve.

And you can read all the ancient mysteries and feel quite wise, but can you say things in your own words like: Writing was good enough for Thoth, but not you?

The people that will come to you, will need to hear and read it in your own words.

We have no more time for pretense, and fear. We are being called to create a new world by tasting the idea, writing it down, then going back into the deep meditation process and visualizing/feeling it into being. It can be quite simple, but know that the order is not carved into stone, but treat the pieces like they are. The trick is that you have to do it in the Gamma brain wave frequency. The emotional key to the gamma waves is compassion. The key to creation, is caring about others compassionately, being thankful for what you have, and then visualizing from that vibration what you would like to create in harmony with the highest good for all.

And so I repeat: It is quite beautiful that we belong to each other this way. We level up as a whole.

And so it is.

A Sense of Humor Doesn’t Age

It’s a thing you only gently notice in your twenties, but by the time your thirties come around and you see your first few gray hairs, in places you would rather them not be, you are sure of it, “Yup, I’m aging.” Though this fact has been true the moment your cells began dividing in your mother’s womb, something about seeing the wrinkles slowly appear, and your patience for certain things slowly disappear, solidifies this one fact: this body will not live forever. It can be a challenge to love something that you feel is betraying you through the inevitable passing of time, that we often see as an enemy, instead of a most cherished friend. Though, a gift these beautiful loaned bodies shall remain. From within them we declare so loudly what we don’t have time for, in hope for some reflection’s echo of agreement that makes us feel a little less alone in our defiance, the fear of embracing our death, on the horizon of a child’s eyes. In the last moments, the truth is, we have time even for the most annoying thing.

But who wants to grow hair out the ears!? I mean seriously. And where does the long nose hair really end. Why must speech slow down like knees? And why do I need glasses now? For the longest while I just thought, you know, “something was in my eye.” You want to know what was in my eye, a prescription, but I couldn’t read it. Life is one big catch 22, and rightfully so, it is how it makes you reach for and remember community, the people you age with and need. This knowing that 100 years from now, none of us will be here, makes you search for others that “get it” the older you get. What to do with this feeling of having a longer story than the younger ones want to listen to? Cherished eternal elder of elders, can you teach me?

In April of this year, our EIC community lost a very special soul that “got it,” and though suffering through each stage of cancer as we painfully watched, she made time to share long stories, and she made time to laugh full and deep. Sometimes all we would have to do is look at each other, and the comedy of whatever the situation was, was instantly communicated. And isn’t that what community is, that someone once a stranger, can become long lost family you can share wordless laughter and love with. That though temporary, life gives us these gems of memory to hold on to, these reasons to enjoy each breath we take. Reasons to reconnect with those we’ve stayed away from for far too long. It is as if we like to pretend that we are in these incarnations forever, and that delicious delusion, eases the gentle prick of each seconds permanent passing. We know we are leaving. We must make the time to see each other.

Blessed are those who notice the moments when time slows down for a window of miracle to be made manifest. Being allowed to say goodbye at the right moment, is a miracle. As she lay on her death bed, we sang a healing icaro together in the hospital one last time, we laughed together, the final laugh, the laugh that hides tears, but is still so sweet. I kissed her gently on her head, and whispered I love you in her ear. As I looked back one last time before heading to the airport to catch my flight back to Peru, I knew it was my last time seeing my friend alive. From that moment I have learned a few things, humor can never have a terminal illness, and like the beautiful soul light of my dear friend, mother to our medicine circles, a sense of humor doesn’t die.

This post was written in loving memory of Karina Rivera. Thank you for becoming a guardian, a guiding spirit, an ancestor. Thank you for being a most wonderful friend. The soothing sound of your joyous laughter, fills my heart today.

With Love,
Kevon

Celestial Palms 

The tops of the tall trees applauded their wind filled leaves, and as butterfly nets, we gathered the words to open the other’s heart out of thin air. Tongues flapping as translucent wings kissed by constellation starlight’s grace. We spoke of the sky, tried to be as giving as the sun. Warm.

He said to me “You are an explosion of joy.” Then I began to ponder, perhaps the sun thinks itself to be cold. Perhaps it is the vastness, the distance between bodies, that alters perception. Confuses one long enough to not see how they shine in the hearts and minds of others. Perhaps the sun thinks itself to be cold –

and you know, just sits there, giving life to dreams hiding behind secret shadows full grown, by stepping across the horizon of a despair filled mourning, singing to the moon. 

And just maybe the moon thinks itself to be a bright shining star. Unaware that its body is borrowed, it fashions itself to be the brightest light in the night sky. 

Shhh. Please don’t break her illusion, don’t wake the moon up anymore than you would yourself. Her lips sing symphony keys that demystify the water labyrinth, and turns doubt into a mist over a lake by morning. 

And what is transformation, but a gentle release of a swiftly forgotten ember from the camp fire. Where the souls of nature spirits dance as cold stars, finally remembering who they are. 

Kevon Simpson 2017

Morning Meditation Message 25

“In our interactions with others, gentleness, kindness, respect are the source of harmony.” – Pocket Buddha

Sometimes the messages come from people in our lives that we are not ready to hear the message from. We form many reasons in our minds around why we should or should not listen to someone and act upon those reasons. Even if we are not making an outward display of our true feelings around what someone is sharing with us, our actions reveal the truth over time. We can’t figure it all out on our own, and not every divine message is going to come from a soft voice. There are times when we must be shaken so deeply to the core of our beliefs that we no longer have the strength to hold on to the ones that are not in the spirit of creating a better life for oneself and humanity. Sometimes the words can be triggering, but if you tap into the meditative practice of deep listening, you can hear the message underneath what one may even call aggressive communication. Let’s face it, not everyone in our world has worked on communicating the way you like it to be. Only you can do that. At times it’s not even the fact that the other person is communicating aggressively that is the problem. It is that you are so used to communicating with yourself aggressively, that the interpretation of someone else doing that to you is unbearable. It is as if your heart says “I do that quite well to myself already and I can’t take another ounce of it.”

So why let negative self talk continue? How can you set yourself free or be open to nourishing things if you can’t love yourself in your own mind? I really do mean loving everything that has happened to you, and loving even more your ability to transcend it all. You don’t have to interpret your life experience as broken. The interpretation of brokenness invites more of the life situations that create it by nature of activating the plane of thought and emotion that inevitably leads to physical manifestation. A belief in your wholeness will manifest situations that reflect it back to you. You will hear words you weren’t open to listening to before, simply because they were coming from a direction or a voice you did not want or expect it to come from. You will move beyond your ego so much, that you will even be able to listen to the parts of you that you miss. The inner child who believed in possibilities, the inner child who found play in the middle of wars, the inner child in you who creates joy effortlessly. To change your life, you must change your thoughts, and you can do so by meeting yourself with gentleness, kindness, and respect. Then you will naturally give the same to others. Self harmony = World harmony.

Your life does not have to look like anyone else for you to feel good about it. Love life. You are it, and so is the messenger. See the light beyond form, and remember the power of our souls. You are the fluid light of love eternally flowing, visiting a human body for now. Use your time wisely.

Morning Meditation Message 24

“Awakening is natural, delusion is not.”Pocket Buddha

To understand what is being said, we must first inspect our thought regarding what delusion is and how it manifests as subtle self defeating experiences in our lives. Subtle experiences that build up over time into an avalanche. The power of our perception is a live and breathing thing. In order for one to suppress a wound or feel the need to do so, a perceived negative interpretation of events has to take over both heart and mind over time. And so each time we successfully hide the pain from our conscious non-judgmental awareness, we give birth to the havoc delusion can create drop by drop. Face what is, be with what is, learn from what is, to grow beyond what is.

The challenge is remembering that by stepping into these 3 dimensional bodies, we at times allow ourselves to forget that awakening is a natural part of who we are and our experiences here. The fear of feeling, stifles growth on the multidimensional levels of ones being, and this is shown in the repeated experience of the nightmare, for not even in sleep can we find good rest should we decide to continue forgetting who we are.

You know, it’s a world full of people waiting for their lives to be perfect so they can finally be of service in some grand way, and as we await the rising of the already perfectness of what is – within the now moment – to make it through the doors of our perception, refugees, family, and friends, scream for help and many ignore it because having compassion and taking action requires touching the hidden wound inside oneself. It requires touching the pain we pretend is not there. It requires the melting of the “I have everything under control” persona. It requires the choice to turn off your own forgetting, and to welcome within your heart the choice to remember.

Believing that you have absolute control over everything in even your own life, is the ultimate delusion. Everything under control? So, what is it that is breathing when you forget? The naturalness of what you are; life awakening to itself.

Namaste.

Hiding

Hi Beautiful People,

This is a piece I composed on my Manastone Steel Tongue Drum for healing ceremonial work. Her name is Tully, and I hope she creates the feeling of breathing through your heart. Remember, it is okay to be who you are.

I am open to wonderful collaborative opportunities that will allow the creating of healing music. I am also open to playing at events, art galleries, or any beautiful place that would be complimented by a beautiful sound. I’m open to ideas, let’s connect.

You can reach me here.

Medicine Message 2: Freedom To Be Wild

What is in you is wild and repressed. You hide by lowering your volume, and by trying to silence what is externally loud, as your heart screams its disastrous vibrations above it all. There is nothing to conquer, when someone allows you to help, it is not an invitation to take everything over. In positions of leadership, your suppressed wild side shows. Temporarily in the shadow, it waits for its moment to deconstruct and destroy the beautiful gift being presented to you. When trapped in ego, you allow the rising of the hidden shadow to win, you allow yourself to blame the poison in you on someone else. You bring the chaos, by nature of the chaos within you, that you ignore. Look in the mirror, and be honest with how you prepared for the ceremony. Take into account the energetic residue of the days before and the actions you took. Lots of TV, sex, drugs, unhealthy foods, and partying is not how to prepare for a ceremony, especially if you are in a position of leadership. There is not enough sage in the world that will take away the fact that you have to work on cleansing your own energy as a daily part of your life, while being mindful of who you allow to walk through it. You’re not a garbage can.

Don’t pretend to know or understand what anyone is doing, saying, or feeling, until you have made resting in silence a priority in your life. You can’t truly hear anyone through the noisy filter of a clouded mind filled with expectations. You can’t feel the sincerity, nor trust the process of what is being presented, from a fearful heart. You can’t control the gift, nor the gift giver. When you attempt that, you rob yourself of the surprise that brings joy, because you think only your way is the way. It is impossible for you to control everything. You don’t walk into the emergency room and start doing your own stitches. Allow yourself to be helped. Humility is key, you were alone before the thing to be “taken over” presented itself, it is that desire of taking things over and controlling what is not yours, that keeps you in addictive lonely spirals. You want to numb the feeling of failure from trying to control that which you can not. The work is bigger than us all, sit down and learn. If you think you can do it better, please, start. More people are needed. Learn the medicine songs, write your own, learn the meditations, read the books, write the poetry prayers, create the following, create the questionnaire, read them, learn the instruments, be an activist outside of ceremony, respond to each need with sincerity, remember repeatedly that it is not about you, show up strong despite how exhausting the preparation can be, survive being ignored and under appreciated, be willing to die for it, be willing to be locked up for it, take the risk. If none of that sounds like it is to your liking, please be quiet, sit down, and take that moment to pull the blanket over your head and cry, be open to being helped, let the pain out. My body is not my age, neither is yours.

See beyond the limitation.
I See – is a prayer.
Freedom to be wild.

Love and Kindness are enough.

Mindful Shaman

Eyes wide open,
not knowing they’re asleep,
so many prefer the token,
compassionate tears I weep.
 
Saying “he’s too sensitive”
but see, it is not so.
I just love you so deeply,
show up for your show.
 
See how they wait,
clapping before you arrive,
set your sight straight,
alive but not alive?
 
My goodness, much has happened,
and I know that happened too,
but excuses are excuses,
time to see you.

Kevon Simpson ©2016

Recipe: Becoming a Wild Flower in a Paved World

You will need a few things
and you have none of them right now.
Read that lie again, and erase it from your mind.
That is step one, overcoming the lie
that you are not enough.

Skipping that step,
will burn everything before you begin.
You are not clever enough
to thwart the laws of manifestation,
and why would you want to?
To prove what? That you are alone?

See your self-masochism for what it is.
The universe is you,

Stop denying your own support.

Because you hurry through so much
I find pleasure in repeating my lines
a sentence is easier than an incarnation
so I write to remind you
and to free my soul.

See your self-masochism for what it is.
The universe is you,

Stop denying your own support.

The time between steps varies
from wild flower to wild flower.
The past serves only as compost.
A summer bloomed orchid
and a plastic house plant
will never be alike.
Celebrate the real in you,
let rotting things rot,
and allow the melting of the facade.
Open the window of your eyes
and let the stinging soot out,
allow it not to cloud your future anymore.

You must find the other hippies.
Listen to what they have to say.
Some have grown up,
and stopped wearing their flowers,
they conformed out of safety,
but they give themselves away,
via the hope they still have for the world.
They are the first to help in a disaster.
They can’t help it. Thank God.

Broaden your concept of God,
to fit more than the people,
who look just like your tribe.
All humans look alike,
stop killing our rain forests
and its animals.

And now for Step 2
This thing here we call life,
is all about you,
and indeed the butterfly too.
Finish the rest of this poem,
with the delicate actions of your life.

Let Bake for an entire age.

Serving Size: Planetary.

Kevon Simpson 2015©

Morning Meditation Message 19

Call forth the healing of the ancestral wound. The part of you, your conscious mind does not know is hurt. Genetic wounds that have long outgrown their stay. How? Intent works magic, simply intend for that to be a part of your inner healing journey, then the wisdom of your soul and the infinite light it is connected to will do the rest. Buried in your bones are the memories of the slave trade, or the concentration camp, or the eradication of indigenous tribes and their language – the pain of medicine men and women destroyed long before we had the limits of science to explain the mystery of life as inaccurately as it does. It is inaccurate because the picture is not complete, there are intangible things, things that can not be measured in the mind of the one doing the measuring. Show me the infinite-ruler that can measure the infinite, such a thing does not exist. And then we put all the measured things in books and call it “knowing,” and become arrogant when someone tells us “There is more to life,” especially if we view that person as less than our self. But, this is not “knowing,” it is “remembering” and what you see in our books is simply what we have remembered, but knowing is infinite, and can not be bound by pages. Knowing is a state of being, a state of surrender, a divine receptivity of the moment. For that which is already flowing within you does not need to be fought to be attained, just remember to be still and what you need to know will come when you need to know it. We are still expanding the the capacity of our intelligence. Work on your emotional intelligence, in order to heal and transcend the ancestral wounds of the past. Words are medicine. Thank you for taking mine in. I love you, I really do. How can I help?

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