95: Mastering The Art Of Inaction, In The Time Of the Invasion of Ukraine by Russia

Sri Yoganandaji described as follows the state of "inaction" mentioned in the Bhagavad Gita.

 "When a true yogi performs an action, karmically it is like writing on water. No mark remains."*

*ie., no karmic record is kept. Only a master is a free man- one unbound by karma (the inexorable cosmic law that holds unenlightened persons accountable for their thoughts and actions). In urging Arjuna to fight on the battlefield, Lord Krishna assured him that he would incur no karma if he acted as God's agent, without egoistic consciousness. Sayings of Paramahansa Yogananda

     You can move forward with lightening fast speed in your life by ascribing to God's will for you. Do not assert your will but rather perform what God's will for you is. How do you know? Listen in the quietest moments of your life to your inner voice. The voice that tells you in your silence which way to proceed. Ours has enlightened us to continue our teaching and rescuing. Instead of the Equine souls we once saved our mission is to raise and support humankind. We wish to use our limited platforms to the fullest extent of their possibilities in the hopes that they will grow exponentially in magnitude. Having been listeners since the beginning of Covid-19 and captives as well, we are finally at the point like Howard Beale in the movie Network, where this is the start of my rant and we are not going to take it. Silence is no longer a snowflake falling in one of my poems. We are writing on the water our displeasure and disillusionment and sitting back to watch the Karma of the world snap back with its own response in the Americas. Beginning with these new blogs our mission is now set in motion. We are willing to watch the course it now takes.

The outrage of the invasion of Ukraine by Putin is beyond belief in these times. It is past time to stand up and to be heard and to speak your truth. Truth is our only weapon against such atrocities. Through all our collective wills coupled with Divine Will it is time to no longer be part of a silent majority. Be heard and speak your Discourse with great firmness and authority. Be one of those who will not have your will be bent or swayed by Tyrannical Rhetoric. See and Say what your Heart and Soul speaks to you.

Perhaps it is our time to lead our people out of bondage! Beware you who lead through Autocracy and Aristocratical Arrogance.!

94; Embracing the Everlasting

 Our dear ones promise to love us forever, yet when they sink into the Great Sleep, their earth memories forsaken, what value their vows? Who, without telling us in words, loves us everlastingly? Who remembers us when all others forget us? Who will still be with us when we must leave the friends of this world? God alone---- Paramahansa Yogananda, "Whispers from Eternity" 

The Ghosts they do come in all sizes, shapes, species and forms. They are woven deeply into the fabric of our daily lives. Yet the one true love is often over looked or ignored. Shame on delusion and her sister maya that keep us in our darkness and fearful isolation. Isn't it everyone's wish to become a part of something greater than one's self? Look for the one who hides in the ocean, air, mountain's and earth. They are ever omniscient and present. It is not that they aren't looking for you. It is you are not showing the desire for spirit's presence. Change all that today! Use your sense's and intuition to put your life on track. No matter what the World is doing, the global conflicts are increasing intensely and disillusionment seams to be on the rise. Why do we care about your Spirit or your advancement in this world? We were once of you, the trials and tribulations are not just yours alone. Through Divine Will not our own Will we have opened our hearts and minds. There is a Scientific Method through Kriya Yoga that will lead you to Peace (Samadhi). It is not the only method. If you are skeptical take the time and research your own path. There is a Strength and Truth that you can gain through Discipline. You owe it to yourself to explore it. 

We will move on to our own writing goals. Hopefully you have read the posts of the Beijing Olympics. They represent youth and the promise of hope. It is time to shift the focus to our new writings. Perhaps they will entertain you and help you to enjoy the New Dawn we all face.

93-How can I learn to Meditate?

 The more you meditate the more helpful you can be to others, and the more deeply you will be in tune with God. Selfish people remain spiritually hide-bound, but the unselfish expand their consciousness. When you find your omnipresence in meditation, you will find God. If he is pleased with you, all nature will work in harmony with you. Learn to talk to Him with all your soul---Paramahansa Yogananda, SRF Lessons.  

You must do Kriya Yoga everyday is the edict that Gurudev has given us. Meditate deeply to find your truth. It will become clearer to you the deeper into Spirit that you journey. If you do not know how to meditate the SRF Lessons are a wonderful place to begin. The journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step. Simply put you must make the effort to begin. The journey is filled with joy and freedoms that you have no idea exists. Why not take the journey today, right now. What are the alternatives, suffering and desperation that is the world we live in today. Do you wish for a change. Then be it!

The Autobiography of a Yogi

92- Allowing Intelligent Cosmic Energy To Work In Your Life, In The Time Of The Omicron Variant Corona Virus

      Our deep conviction has been justified again and again over the years. It is that, if the spirit is truly expansive and self-giving, then God—perhaps through the Intelligent Cosmic Energy—will always provide.

Swami Kriyananda

     The quote paraphrased is "The Lord Helps Those That Help Themselves! What is it that you want to achieve in your Life in these frightful times. Affix your gaze to the heavens and place your will in God's Will and you will be able to accomplish your goals. "He said to them, "Because of your little faith. For truly , I say to you, If you have faith like a grain of mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there' and it will move, and nothing will be impossible to you." Matthew 17:20.

Nothing is impossible to you in the coming times. The world is a new world. Do not let yours be filled with fear and doubt. You are a child of God and have been given all of his gifts. Use them wisely and apply yourself and you will see the results. Do not accept anything but your greatest success.

91 - The Ghosts, They Come

 

The Ghosts, They Come

When the Moon is a ghostly stallion                                                                                                                   proudly prancing, hooves pounding,                                                                                                                 turf billowing                                                                                                                                                     upon the peripheral plains,                                                                                                                                 the Ghosts they,                                                                                                                                                 are free to come.

Dad and his girl Pete

Laughlin, Nevada

 Aristotle's Advice: Please get Vaccinated and Wear a Mask!

Pete's Advice: If they don't get Vaccinated and wear a Mask. Take away their talk boxes, watch boxes, and think boxes!

What About Me, Quicksilver Messenger Service

Is there anyone out there?

Can Anyone hear me?

Anyone?

Anyone?

MARCO ?

White Bird, It's A Beautiful Day

Thank You for Sharing 

The Journey of My Youth

Through the Valleys, Forests and Mountains

of North America

Can you recognize the Mountain Pearl?

Om Namah Shivaya, Krishna Das, Pilgrim Heart

89 A Gift Given Me.

For Verne F. Champlin

My grandfather who worked for the New York State Department of Environmental Conservation as an accountant, he had Gore, Whiteface and Belleayre Mountains as his accounts. He filled my Childhood Dreams with Mountains of Snow.

A Gift Given Me

 

One Day,

at the base of Whiteface Mountain

I thought of someone special and

about a gift he’d given me.

 

I ascended swiftly into a silver silken sea

in a crystal vision Mother Mary came to me.

She whispered to me softly,

words to sooth my fear.

I soared so gracefully

far above the timberline.

I descended slowly only

after I had picked my line

down among the emerald pines.

 

One Day,

at the base of Whiteface Mountain

I thought of someone special about a gift he’d given me.

Written for the shortening of Chair Six of Whiteface Mountain for the 1980 Winter Olympics.

 

 

Chair Six

 

Oh! carousel of well worn

blue wooden chairs ascend me swiftly

upon the summit of your face.

Stark, lonely, loving, longing,

fair milk maiden’s lips

forever locked, granite windswept cheeks

ominous in your blue ice

laden grace.

 

Teeth chattering trembling fear

your North winds wailing,

searching, searing, stiff

frozen denim jeans.

The smell of

wet grey woolen ponchos.

 Out of the Gondola Shed at Gore Mountain

(with Touloose)

 

Bright radiant red

chariot cherry plastic bubbles

“All the way to the top men,”

a lift attendant’s

warm wry smile.

 

His bright orange ski cap,

pulled well over the ears

Keeping out the biting cold.

 

Clomp and thump,

Clomp and thump,

hurriedly mad crazed killers

Plunging home our skis and poles.

 

Swish,

Heaven’s gate slides shut

a zero down gloved hand

bearing a radiant silver cross

that turns the key

clicking the latch

locking away

the chosen ones.

 

Bumping, bouncing,

bursting out

bathed in luminous sunlight

ivory crystals

set upon forest green pines

sparkling

pale blue skies

swaying, swinging,

precariously perched on a sterling

stranded string

dangling there.

 

Touloose

his purple passion hat

cocked over an optic gleam

a comrade in arms

comes his familiar cackle,

“Ain’t it the tits,” his breath hangs frozen

a cumulus cloud

moist

splashing against my brow

dissipating with our fears

into the quiet

frigid serenity.

Adirondack Day, Jon Bowers and Gordon Grey

2 cents overdrawn

 

Mick Jagger on a full screen

MTV video screaming,

“I’m just waiting on a lady,

I’m just waiting on a friend.”

 

Gold Peak restaurant bar

warming my hands on a

steaming ceramic coffee filled mug

arriving one day later than,

the Vail Mountain employee draw.

 

Being 2 cents overdrawn and scribbling,

like Gollum caressing his precious, precious,

my powder snow poetry.

 

Leaving the restaurant like that,

I mean with blue words

on a white paper napkin

thinking them worth much

more than 2 missing pennies.

 

Pulling on down gloves

trudging into the wilderness,

like Strider the Ranger.

 

Never really fitting in

like a brown slab wood cabin

mud caulked chinked

with a grey stone chimney

sizzling snowshoe rabbit

smoke billowing wafting

through silent aspen’s.

 

It hangs drifting like

cotton ball clouds

sparkling crystals bending emerald boughs of pines.

 

A skinny ski trail snaking around

deep powder tree wells

to a stoked glowing fireplace

in the White River National Forest

warding off dusk.

A Tear By The Way

 

“Been climbing at Devil’s Tower

some of the 5-8 pitches were hard

Tho, I laughed all the way up.

 

I live in Breck, (Breckenridge, Colorado) during the winter

work as a waitron nights so I

I can board all day. Same

as now cept

I’m a fly clinging to and climbing

cracks all day.

 

Wyoming is big and beautiful,

endless vista’s and horizon’s

stretching into forever

glowing orange sun hanging

half in, half out of the Earth

light blue hue

tiny white wisps of cirrus

clouds rushing by

winds whipping

ripping my hair blonde

from it’s long pony tail

stinging my breasts.

 

There was nothing I could do

dangling on my descent

rappelling requires

complete concentration.

 

Saw you hitch-hiking your

blue and black Dana Design Pack

against your tan smooth skin

you know you have a climber’s body.

It’s too bad I turn here for

Eldorado Canyon tho

this should get you far enough

out of Boulder.

 

It’s a pity

we couldn’t climb with one another.

My name is

Tear by the way.”

Sierra, Boz Scaggs

88 - Uncle Albert’s Mountain, What would you do to Ski the Tetons?

For Craig Sweem

Thank You for Introducing Me to the Big Horns

And Sheridan Wyoming

 Gandy Dancer

Steel,

cold, hard, heavy,

steel sings, ring.

 

Gandy Man,

blisters upon your hands,

understand life’s lot.

 

Blue, so very god damned blue,

is the color that I choose,

just a starrin down at my tattered,

hiking shoes.

 

Grey,

grey is the color of my pants,

as yet one more,

of they’re working ants.

 

Writing my poems by the light

of a kerosene lamp,

my arms too tired,

to slide under my pillow,

looking toward another day closer

to a future filled with great white hope,

but a night time filled warding off

the smell of industrial soap.

Blue Sky Mine, Midnight Oil

An Alone Poem

 

I was all alone

at Kendricks Crossing, Wyoming

sitting Indian style on the rough wood

of a Burlington Northern Railroad

flat bed car.

 

Discussing life with an itinerant hobo,

when he jumped up and left

a half empty pail of rail spikes

along with his hammer.

 

For the beckoning call

of an open door

on a Burlington Northern/Santa Fe rail car.

 

Leaving me alone

to watch the sunsets

silhouetted against the ridges of the Big Horns.

 

Dying with the dull aching

in the muscles of my arms

between the lines

of one of my powder snow poems.

Written in Sheridan, Wyoming

 

Disco Bars

 

I am

just a child

of the sun, moon, and stars.

Sitting with my

Rattlesnake skin rimmed Stetson hat in

Buffalo Bill’s Disco Bar.

Life in a Northern Town, The Dream Academy