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Energy Disguised as Writing Workshop Two

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FROM: a dialog with Writing Workshop Two, the Writing Workshop Two Companion Book Project

Me: Hello WW 2, Companion Book. What’s up?

WW 2: I felt you reach out to me, energetically, yesterday. You made a bold claim: You’d create the book during Spring Break. “… a new beginning, a break away from what no longer serves you…” I heard that, too. Simply ask. be present to, consciously, to that “studio”, the studio, and all will be revealed. But don’t, “scare me off”.

ME: Can I?

WW 2: No, “I don’t scare easy.”

ME: Wow, you here everything!

WW 2: I am present to you, serving you, unconditionally at all times. I am energy. Your little energy shift, “Merlin”, allows you to play with me, as what you call, “The Companion Book toWriting Workshop Two.”

(more to come…)

Something

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FROM: an open-ended 1-3 word-per-line poem, The Energy School Project, (Writing Workshop One)

Something,
Something...

… This way
Always comes.
This is always 
The way,
A way,
It comes...

… Pen to paper
Stirs
All of 
My creation,
Stirs Energy
To serve me
The great Master
     of
All of 
His creation.
Wields
His magic wand.

Not complicated,
     really.
Lower frequencies
Create complication.
It takes 
A Master
To create simplicity,
     to
Allow 
His simple creation.

All
     of
Our creation, 
It can 
Be known, 
Recognized, remembered
     by
The high frequency
     of
It's signal:
"Yah!
That's me,
My higher mind."

The question
Visited 
    for
A moment,
THE MOMENT,
Of rest:
Agreements,
Regarding agreements:
What happens
When
The mind
     and, (and)
As another 
     of
All of my
Divine Creation,
A divine creation,
Creates in agreement
     with
My Divinity?
Perhaps THE "and".... (more to come)

WRITING WORKSHOP TWO

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FROM: The Class Guide for Writing Workshop Two – Focusing the Brain-streaming Reveals a FrameworkWoman-in-the-Rain

In WRITING WORKSHOP TWO, we begin where we left off in the first workshop by continuing to “DISCOVER A PATTERN” as we further develop the clarity revealed in Workshop One.  We accomplish this by conducting a more analytical approach to the question:  What came forward in Workshop One to be manifested in the “STUDIO OF YOUR CREATIVE LIFE”?  In other words, what SUBJECT kept rising to the surface or showing-up in our topic writing in WRITING WORKSHOP ONE?

With the “pattern” now thoroughly developed, we then engage in a new level of stream of consciousness writing as we “FOCUS THE BRAIN-STREAMING”.  This writing, these “SITTINGS”, provide rich material, a sculptors marble block.  Next, we master the RAVEN tools of WRITING WORKSHOP TWO, carving away at the “Focused Brain-stream” to reveal a framework and the “CONTROLLING IDEA of the work.

It is from this framework that we “DRAFT” in WRITING WORKSHOP THREE, adding what is necessary to develop in the framework revealed in Workshop Two.

SEASONS

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From: An open-ended Writing: Workshop One (6/20/2019)

The School of Performance Project at RAVEN

So, on the first day of Spring, I was on the ninth floor balcony, on the South FL Atlantic coast, at Le Chateau, reflecting on just that – how it felt. I am all about, have always been about, using as a barometer of my own connection with who I truly am: how I feel the seasons. So, one can imagine how displaced this Great Lakes Angel felt as seasons changed in South FL. Not only was I experiencing a dysfunctional common consciousness of epic proportions to deal with there, but the weather was not really serving much, what I prefer – on a daily, monthly, and seasonal basis.

Now, as Summer’s Eve, of day, looms, I am again content with the passing of time; I remember to grasp the passage of the season as just another experience of the same, eternal moment. (Can She? An interruption, but a valid one). Most, of what we call interruptions, are valid; of course, just some are more valid than others!

And how about interruptions in the experience of the athlete? I have had countless such experiences: injuries, falling off the wagon, succumbing to distractions/attachments/limited beliefs. If one were to watch a time-lapse film of my athletic career; in fact, one could observe life (an athletic lifestyle) as an ebb and flow of building – interruption – rebuilding. Namely, this is because I bought into said duality, and the balancing act that comes with it, for decades! Sport qua (as) life: Back then I reinforced my belief system daily, weekly, monthly, and seasonally.

Would that I had simply chosen what I preferred, simply that: How every moment is just another version of the same moment just experienced from another shift in energy. In other words, the athlete (in me) can then simply shift, as a good habit, to the version of that moment he prefers, or gain clarity, through contrast, from the version of the moment that he does not prefer. Most importantly, the athlete may honestly reflect on whatever limited belief is causing him to shift to an experience, through sport, that he does not prefer….

(15 minutes – time’s up!)

…. and here comes the rain again (another topic).

LOOP #2 (shortened for relevance) (6/23/2019)

After reading what I wrote about the performance project the other day I feel….

…. I am blown away by the idea of “one moment” being experienced in trillions of ways and variations as we shift, energetically, to experience said moment. Wow. It changes everything. I see it articulated more and more clearly, seamlessly, and with ease in my writing and teaching. I am enjoying the experience of full integration (of the divine and the human) and how it transforms my perspective …. of this same moment. For now, I like the poolside version toilet paper and canoe edition “later”.

(DING! Time’s up, 5 minutes)

ANOTHER #2 LOOP (3/26/2020)

( as I read)…. Holy sh#*, incredible content, the seasons juxtaposed with the ebb and flo of the athletic lifestyle / seasons. Wow. Brilliant, and it appears I wrote a loop to this – I shall read it now. Oh, but wait – more synchronicity (really, all your brilliance is! LOL) So pertinent to this whole corona virus shit going on right now.

After reading what I wrote, the #2 loop more reflected on the social media posting experience (left out above) than the content, though quantum physics was summarized nicely – more reflected on the ease of revealing clarity of late.

Specifically, I’s like to comment on “looking forward to full integration” (edited above) comment in the first #2 LOOP. Well, it’s done. Not since then or since anything else, but since I am already a fully integrated Enlightened Master, then what’s left but to experience fully, enlightenment, as a fully integrated human. Wow. New territory. Be sure not to attach any old rules. Enjoy your life. Oh, a delight to experience: offering schools with tools to help others to experience full integration with ease….

…. with ease through the art of PERFORMANCE:

  • art
  • performance arts
  • sports

Beyond Behind

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[from a 1-3 word-per-line open-ended (OE tool) writing session in Writing Workshop One for THE ENERGY SCHOOL PROJECT]

Behind.
An illusion
Like so many.

Energy wasted
Worrying,
Thinking about it.

Allowing, gratitude,
Two ways,
     to
Manifest with ease
What we need,
When we need
     it.

(Let's revisit
Another illusion's
Little visit
Two stanzas ago:
"Energy wasted".
An Omnipotent,
Remembering you're 
     a
Master or not, 
This "wasted energy" 
Idea
Cannot really 
     be
The case,
Good friend.
We are not
A light
Left on
from a room
We recently exited.
In fact,
We 
Don't even
Ever leave!)

We leave nothing 
Behind
In all
     of
Our Creation.

Nothing'd.
No such thing,
No thing 
Left behind.

They cannot be
Left behind,
Not them,
Not us,
Nothing.

All an illusion.
Be present
    to
Their experience.
Lots to listen
    to
of late.
They are opening
Up,
Uping their frequency,
Getting a little
Loud of late.

Leave?
None of us
For now,
too much
Going
     on.
Going on
Not an option,
Especially since,
We never leave.

What's left?
The wonder 
     of
All 
Of our Creation.

Let's see
What agreements
We may create
As we remain
Present 
To Shambra.


TOUCH THIS

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from: (a 1-3 words-per-line open-ended poem) – writing workshop one

for: The Energy School Project at RAVEN

Gotta touch this,
this project,
Energetically allow it
to
Reveal itself, 
This Energy School.
(PROJECT)

The irony,
if
My vocabulary 
Serves me,
That this
Studio,
of
All of my
studios,
of 
All of my
Creation,
I allow 
for 
Some checking-in.

Sure,
I am
Energetically practicing,
Contemplating my way,
In Enlightenment,
Cheating 
In class everyday.
Yet, there must
Be more now
- this time, 
-this shift,
More than
Serving only 
My higher self 
at 
The lowest,
Common frequency.
Just enough.
The reluctant, 
Ascended Master
Knows this
All too well
as 
All is Well.

I Am
A story,
A story
Shared with Shambra
Meta-Enlightenment
Enlightenment qua Enlightenment.


MASTERING THE STUDIO OF ALL OF OUR CREATION: from: a Loop drawing a floor plan

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Surprised how little there was in my new studio when I drew the floor plan. I can manage and master this! Not that it isn’t a life’s work with what there is to experience here in the studios of all of my creation, but I feel at ease with bringing to fruition what energy has served me.

ABUNDANCE – what we need, when we need – it is revealed in the studio of all of our creation as we consciously attend to that which excites us – NOT what worries us, mind you.  Anxiety, as well, brings with it unconditional abundance, but in contrast to what we may otherwise prefer.  Flow toward excitement rather than anxiety. With the energy of Merlin, transmute, shape-shift, or travel to the dimension where all of our creation, our studio if you will, serves us, serves us with what we need, when we need it, and further allows us to share – to open our studio to other angels.

FREQUENCY

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Inundated

by crack attacks,

whores, junkies,

and

the disenfranchised? 

Of course,

no matter

what you do

or

have done,

the universe continues

to serve you.

You

are a vortex

for

unconditional energy

that serves you,

but

your frequency is

not quite

dialed in,

sharp and clear,

so

your messages

your messengers

end up

coming through

a bit jagged,

and,

with brutal clarity,

in contrast

to

your higher self.

OPEN-ENDED JOURNAL

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Happy Spring! Well, yesterday was meteorological Eve of Spring. Starting this write / right:  After experiencing the eve of meteorological spring yesterday, I feel cheated.  I didn’t even know until now!  The first day of spring is magical.  There are two, I guess, meteorological spring occurs on March 1st while solar spring occurs 20 days later on 3/21.  Why do the scientists pick 3/1, 6/1, 9/1 and 12/1 as their seasonal markers – a question I will research today.  You’d think a scientist would follow a solar calendar as a measuring device, even religion do! 

The first ATV of the sea turtle season just rushed by. The sea turtles lay their eggs between March 1st and the end of October, so the scientist on her Jeep is out looking for nests to mark. 

Adding to my human interactions as I write is a voice on a microphone barking out, inaudibly, but sounds like some sort of workout training, yoga or some elderly morning movement session. 

February 2019 certainly was the quickest month I have ever experienced in my life. Each day I would document the date on some page I was scribbling on only to be astounded by what day it was on the calendar, already – again and again.

My writing has been rather slow and peaceful of late.  I am called to communicate more and more with my fellow Fallen Angels, information clearly meant for the light body integration of all of us who playfully decided to take a ride on planet Earth again.  So serious we sometimes become though, even me.  I am one of the biggest clowns, yet I guard my child like nature overzealously; I might add, I am seriously silly and even I am too serious.  There is the alarm to wake my partner.  May she be true to her powerful playfulness. 

The ATV Rider educates and enquirer.  More alarm, so serious. 

(Loop)

Scientists and turtles laying eggs in the sand next to Nature’s title Waters, digging nests and making calendars and weather maps. Happy Spring. a poem?

JOURNAL/OPEN-ENDED: Folklore and Fairytale Project

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An anniversary with Dana.
The night she had me over for the Phantom BBQ was the night I surrendered my heart to her. I made a conscious choice, there, as I listen to her talk in her lower-level bar / Studio / living area at Cliff View.  A fairy tale.  Fairy tales, though, are decorated with moments of personal and professional peril just the same. These tumultuous moments are made oh so real by our insistence on clinging to old belief systems, forgetting our Source materials, and our reluctance to release that which no longer serves our Enlightenment. Sure, monsters lurk and jump from our dark subterranean dungeons, but they only show themselves for us to allow them their expression. We need have little or no attachment to them at all. These Phantoms serve only to exhibit a contrast to our higher, true selves, and / or what we may otherwise prefer. They are not to be slain, struggled against, or fought. We need not even banish them. On the contrary, with steadfast love and gratitude – viewing said monsters as all of our creation, as opportunities for clarity, we allow. With great excitement, to the best of our abilities, and with no expectations on an outcome from our demons; henceforth, they may release or banish themselves! After their performance I liken said phantoms to minor or major characters, following the drawing of the theater curtain at the end of a play, making their way down corridors to their allotted dressing rooms, content with having served the audience, us, with the cathartic emotional aspect we attended to experience, willfully suspending our disbelief and allow excitement and imagination to work their synchronistic energy and abundantly serve our needs at that moment.