Category Archives: Storytelling

Motion – The Dance of Perpetual Freedom?

This post is going to be a bit wordy.  Not wordy in the sense of its length, but wordy in the sense of using a lot of words to describe one thing in particular.  Or at least try to.

You see, this “thing” I’m trying to describe is a feeling. 

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how to describe this particular feeling, and it’s not what people might think of as being a “typical” feeling.  It is not specifically about love or hate, pain or pleasure, hot or cold, fear or desire, happiness or sadness, anger or calm, attraction or repulsion, disappointment or satisfaction, adoration or contempt, awe or indifference, disgust or admiration, revulsion or fondness, boredom or excitement, gratitude or unthankfulness, anticipation or dread, nor is it about jealousy or compersion.*

And then there is the feeling of loneliness.

Now wait a minute, I’m not sure we have an opposite word for this feeling.  Words like companionship, comradery, community, fellowship, or inclusion, just don’t seem to capture the opposite of that feeling.  And it’s not even the same as being alone.  Loneliness is sort of a mixture of feeling morose, depressed, gloomy, sullen, despondent and dejected. And one can be lonely while standing in an ocean of people.

Loneliness is a “yearning” for something.**

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Erasing Negative Karmic Traces – चत्वारि

I’ve tried to explain the feelings that we get when we come upon a place that stimulates all of our senses so much that we are basically overloaded. 

Not in a bad way, but rather a feeling of awe. 

So much beauty that it takes your breath away.  So much beauty that the internal dialog in our heads is actually brought to a complete stop.  Our minds will move beyond seeing, beyond touching, beyond tasting, beyond hearing, and beyond our sense of smell.  Beyond all feeling!  We are essentially pulled into a different level of consciousness and perception.

And it feels good.

Spellbound, we just want to stay forever in that place of total contentment.  But then again, different people may react differently.  

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Erasing Negative Karmic Traces – त्रीणि

I’d been up since 3 am.  Gathered my day pack together and set out for the Park entrance.  It was 4:30 when I got in line with the rest of the cars.  How many preceded me?  Unknown.  How far to the gate? Unknown. 

It was so pitch black I couldn’t even see the sheer rock walls next to the road.  They loomed hundreds of feet above me.  But that amazing Navaho Sandstone, with its colors ranging from white, to orange, to red to purple gray, wouldn’t be revealed until Grandfather Sun lifted that veil of darkness about an hour later.

The many geological forces that predominate these formations are spread all over the South West.  Volcanic activity exploding with pyroclastic flows of igneous rock.  Layers of wind-blown sand rest in shallow waters forming sedimentary stones.  Great upheavals and high pressures add metamorphic rock to the mix.

Then Nature, the Primordial Artist, wields a River as knife and brush, in this case the Virgin River, to cut through these rock layers.  Differential erosion leaving such beautiful formations that they must be named. The Great White Throne, Checkerboard Mesa, Cougar Mountain, Horse Ranch Mountain, Angels Landing, The Organ, Twin Brothers Peak, The Court of the Patriarchs, The Sentinel, The West Temple, The Towers of the Virgin, The Altar of Sacrifice, The Watchman, Weeping Rock, The Mountain of the Sun, and The Emerald Pools . . .

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Erasing Negative Karmic Traces – द्वे

When I set out to write about this past year’s travels, I started with the “Beginning.”  By that I mean my scattered brain drifted all the way back to the very beginning of “Family,” the 1800s, when my Ancestors immigrated to this country in search of Finding Home.”   

A search we all make, but perhaps not covering so many miles. And perhaps not finding that destination.

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Erasing Negative Karmic Traces – एकम्

The Sunrise gave birth to a new day bathing this Montane Forest with evolving hues of Grandfather Sun’s spectral rays.  A color wheel changing by the second from deep saffron orange, to amaranth and cadmium red, to pantone and golden yellow, to its final ivory white. 

As I stretch my body, I fix my gaze on the horizon and slowly turn in an arc.  I find myself surrounded by Engelmann Spruce, Utah Juniper, Douglas-fir, and Quaking Aspen.  My sleeping bag is laid out in a thick bed of soft needles from a massive Ponderosa Pine that looms above me. 

Oh, what this Standing Person may have witnessed in its thousand years.  What wisdom imparted. 

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A Legend Illuminated Under Today’s Lamp of Knowledge

I wanted to go into some more specifics about the Legend I spoke of in my post, “Rabbit Hole Number 2 – Quetzalcoatlus northropi.”  That Legend involved the Aztec’s search for their land of paradise. 

One version of this Legend tells us about how a dying Shaman, and leader of his Tribe, instructed the Tribe to seek out their new “Dream.”  “Dream,” as used here, refers to the Tribe’s collective idea, or “Tonal,” or image of what their “Home” and “Society” constituted.  

A number of my posts have focused on travel and the literal, “Finding Home,”and this is no different.

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Rabbit Hole Number 2 – Quetzalcoatlus northropi

When I wrote my series on Boquillas, I mentioned that while writing it I went down several “Rabbit Holes” as I did my background research.  The root of this expression, of course, traces back to the book “Alice in Wonderland,” where Alice follows the White Rabbit down his hole and into Wonderland.* 

And one can certainly argue about whether “Wonderland” is the appropriate name for that subterranean realm because Alice’s adventures there don’t seem to be all that marvelous and delightful. 

But that’s another Rabbit Hole that I’ll dodge for the moment.

So here we are, down one of the many side tunnels I ran down when exploring Southern Texas and Northern Mexico.  This one is about an Ancient Legend and an Ancient Pterosaur. 

How did I get here? And how do these two things overlap?

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The Sorcerer’s Apprentice – Part 2

Continued from yesterday . . .

Castaneda writes about our being able to perceive the Auras, or the “Cocoon” of energy around people (luminous beings or light beings) and that you are able to tell if an individual’s Tonal is good.  And having a good Tonal is a prerequisite to developing yourself as a Nagual.

One day, the Brujo “sees” a person with a good Tonal sitting in the town square where they are visiting. And he requires, as part of Castaneda’s training, for him to introduce himself to this person and to offer assistance with any task that this person needs to perform.  Castaneda complies and he assists the woman in a somewhat strained manner. 

I forget now, what it was he helped her with, but that is irrelevant to my tale. 

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The Sorcerer’s Apprentice – Part 1

 . . . Much to my amazement, he began, literally, climbing the shelves in this tiny but high-ceilinged shop, in pursuit of the golden liquid of which I wished to partake . . .

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Right off the bat, I must tell you that my title is not referring to the Walt Disney movie Fantasia that included Micky Mouse as the reckless “Sorcerer’s Apprentice.”  Nor does it refer to the 1797 poem, “Der Zauberlehrling,” written by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe upon which Disney borrowed for its 1940 film. A film that that became re-energized among the psychedelic counterculture of the 1960s and 1970s, where everybody was dropping a hit of acid, or two, and going to see Mickey Mouse trying to control a bunch of angry brooms carrying buckets of water. 

No, I’m talking about actually meeting a real Sorcerer and his apprentice.  And yes, this is yet another rabbit hole I’m going down after yesterday’s Rabbit Hole post.  It happened at the same time as that story when I was in Mexico for that “agricultural exchange,“ and, with this writing, you could say that I’m still stumbling about in that “Warren.“

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A Rabbit Hole Within a Rabbit Hole

Rabbits are pretty smart little guys. They burrow, creating a system of tunnels having nesting areas, running areas, and emergency exits. If they colonize and link up their tunnels, then the “Rabbit Holes” become what is called a “Warren.”

And apparently, I stumbled into one of these Warrens as I was attempting to write about a different Rabbit Hole related to my recent days along the Southern Border, and then I remembered another experience I had below that border, and my fingers took off across the Keyboards telling that story.

So let’s travel back in n time about, oh say, forty-three years or so . . .

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Wondrous Souls – Triad

Note: Since this is a continuation of the first and second post in this series (“Wondrous Souls,” & “Wondrous Souls – Dyad”) I’ve begun with the last few lines of the second post to kick this one off. To try to keep you in the rhythm of the story without you having to refer back to the previous post.

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It was truly a trading of energies, and we painted images in each other’s minds with the words we spoke.  And I believe revealed our Souls.  Our true essence.

That has a lasting effect on you.  And it certainly has with me.  It gives you hope for all of humanity.    

One thing she told me about being on those long trails, like the PCT, the Continental Divide Trail and the Appalachian Trail – known as the Big Three – you never have to explain yourself.  

Everyone on those trails has an innate understanding of the ardor of the Soul being activated there.

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Wondrous Souls – Dyad

Note: Since this is a continuation of the first post “Wondrous Souls,” I’ve begun with the last paragraph of that post to kick this one off. To try to keep you in the rhythm of the story without you having to refer back to that post.

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I was blessed to run into a few of these shining Souls during my travels this past Summer. I’ve experienced bad ones as well, but that’s another story for another day. And if I’m choosing definitions, I take door number three, or at least a part of it – “emotional or intellectual energy or intensity.” But instead of this intensity being revealed in some other tangible art form, I would say this energy is, as definition number four implies, embodied in those people. I would equate these good Souls with Fine Art! Literally. Because meeting such people awakens something inside yourself and you make contact on an entirely different level.

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Wondrous Souls

Intro Note: I figured after my last post, which was critical of certain human behaviors, that it would good to balance that out and write a piece focusing on the good you encounter when meeting certain Souls. 🙂

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It’s hard for me to imagine that sixty plus years have flown by.  Day-by-day, we march on.  At first enjoying the freedom that comes with having parents watching over us.  Our only responsibility being to grow, explore, and learn. Then we leave the nest and become involved in whatever, hoping to return to that freedom someday.   Somehow.  Recapture that innocence.  Where our Souls are not bound.  Not tethered to material demands.

Sadly, it doesn’t always happen in a lifetime. 

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