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The Call, the Adventure of the Hero

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“A hero ventures forth from the world of common day into a region of supernatural wonder: fabulous forces are there encountered and a decisive victory is won: the hero comes back from this mysterious adventure with the power to bestow boons on his fellow man.” Joseph Campbell

You will receive the call many times in your life. This may be the beginning of your call, the call to go deeper. You can struggle with this call and you can also refuse it, but it will come back again and again, giving you another chance. The voice may get weaker and weaker each time you ignore it and it also can get louder in the end when it is the last hope begging you to take the leap, the leap of faith. There are peak times in our life when it is imperative to answer to the call or refusal will leave you with regrets that you did not answer and follow. When you do take the leap, there will be supernatural aid to help. You are only asked to say yes to the call and it seems that it is as if helping hands from the universe were always there. You may feel when you answer this call that you are crossing a threshold and entering a magical area and are swallowed into the unknown. This is where the transformation occurs for you, you have gone inward to be reborn again. As any hero, you may be faced with many trials, which could show themselves as temptations and fear. But fear not there will be benign powers everywhere supporting your passage. You will grow, dissolving past grievances, beliefs that do not support you and transcend into a different state of consciousness.

Are you willing to hear the Call? Will you say yes to the Call?

Follow your own Path

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I am on my own path and my own journey. No two journeys are alike.

“There is a passage in the Old French Queste del Saint Graal that epitomizes the true spirit of Western man. It tells of a day when the nights of Arthur’s court gathered in the banquet hall waiting for dinner to be served. It was a custom of that court that no meal should be served until an adventure had come to pass. Adventures came to pass frequently, so there was no danger of Arthur’s people going hungry. On the present occasion the Grail appeared, covered with a samite cloth, hung in the air a moment and withdrew. Everyone was exalted, and Gawain, the nephew of King Arthur rose and suggested a vow. ‘I propose’, he said, ‘that we all now set forth in quest to behold the Grail unveiled’. And so it was that they agreed. Each entered the forest at the point that he himself had chosen where it was darkest and there was no way or path.”

“No way or path! Because where there is a way or path, it is someone else’s path. And that is what marks the Western spirit distinctly from the Eastern. Oriental gurus accept responsibility for their disciples’ lives. They have an interesting term, ‘delegated free will.’ The guru tells you where you are on the path, who you are, what to do now and what to do next. –quotes from Joseph Campbell

So remember that when we are on this journey together, we are each on our own path, no comparison, no judgement, no gurus. Follow your Bliss, follow your own path.

Meeting Eyes

Softness in the folds of curled blue cloth
Gently touching were his words
Inward eyes reached below the heart
So gentle the caresses held
A depth of sublime intention that no one knows.
Enough was said.
Beyond this state
Forgetfulness will be her way for now and another day.

Frozen Castles

Frozen Castles,
mirrored streams,
icy breath and
billowing clouds,
perched high above forgotten dreams,
found in depths of tired souls,
cracked foundations
foliage bare,
to be announced another time,
repeated over and over again.
Determined footing and mossy mound,
to be found,
to be found,
as we return to melted ground.

Valley of the Heart

Valley of the Heart

Where does my heart lie in the valley
Where grass is as gold as sunlight
That touches my heart with soul
Where does my heart lie a memory of my youth’s dreams
Casting shadows in purple hues
Where does my heart lie in the valley
Where grass is as gold as sunlight
That touches my heart with soul
Where does my heart lie a memory of my youth’s dreams
Casting shadows in purple hues