Forsaken Paradise

forever lost

Foot falls and paradox
these are the moments
etched in bone
carried across the wilderness
of time

Imagine the emptiness
alone on a beach
of windswept sands
driven endlessly
across tidewater dunes

What heart would choose
this loneliness
what reason could
coerce the reason
to sink beneath the wind

Yet they come
hoards of Huns and Mongols
barbarians incensed with being
without minding
all their creations

Souls seeking solace in form
desiring all of creations joy
Yet finding mostly misery
forced to forget the agreement
weighted with woe


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Consensus Reality – Proceed with Caution

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I know it has been some time since I have written an article of any length, but there is a time for all things, so for these words, their time has come. Beware of consensus reality! I have to credit Tom Montalk with bringing this and several other cautionary tales to my attention.

As human egos we are fond of the idea that we live within an accepted and acceptable norm, that we define and believe is our reality. It is the sum of experience based on the guidance of the world around us, taken in and processed through our senses. Pause just for a moment and consider sight – what you are seeing and accept as reality is the interpretation of the instrument of the eye, carried to your brain, and interpreted based on the sum total of all the experiences stored up in your neurons from a time somewhere before your first breath, when the brain and the eye started to cooperate and coordinate these things. Our senses then, create our reality, given definition by consensus with the brain, which keeps track and coordinates every experience we have ever had through our senses, creating thoughts, emotions, and feelings (a subject for another blog).

So the first consensus is the brain with the sense organs. Most readers would agree that our reality is made up of the summation of experiences of the five senses, interpreted by the brain and given shape as our world view. That’s an over simplification though as we leave out an important factor, captured in the word – interpreted. How do we know that what our senses perceive as reality is the true reality? Is there a larger spectrum of experience that we are totally (or just about totally) numb to? Here is where this entire concept of consensus reality starts to strike a cord, and because of such, I will loose some readers here, as now we border on the meta’s and the para’s of life

Modern science has its accepted and associated definitions – by consensus – of its field of operations: psychology, and physics for example. Described and integrated in textbooks and university courses and degrees, based on the sum total of sense experience of the learned ones, taught as fact. If we delve into the world of parapsychology, and metaphysics – we suddenly create cognitive dissonance with the consensus, and have to take a bold stand against the tide of consensus in order to break new ground or even allow our own thinking to progress in a different direction.

Take for example Electricity – It was discovered in the 19th century, by the great observers and thinkers of that time, and with that there was a consensus built around their discoveries that has remained relatively unchanged in nearly 200 years now. It is both a blessing and a curse that what they discovered was hugely practical, but also that the practicality of electricity has narrowed our thinking about it to the point that very little original thought, or review of these innovators original experiments has taken place since then. We have the conservation of energy law as a consensus.

Consensus has value, but it is not truth, and therein lies the paradox of living in this world. We need to be cautious about what we accept as truth, and we need never be content with the consensus, as it is just as the word implies, an accepted truth, not the ultimate (or real) truth. Some have even said reality is an illusion, but that is the subject for another day.

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For further reading see – www.Montalk.net

Reverence for Light

Solar wind

One word unfolded
presence to light
Love into life
darkness stilled

Beguiled beneath
reason revolving
Leaving the shadow
to lengthen again

Where warm rain will rise
within springtime meadows
Life there returning
in lengthening days

Lavender flowering
fields fill the senses
Waves on the wind
joining earth to the sky

Breathing the life
birthed into days
Seasons now
sentenced to words

Thought as the palette
of colors alive
in the mind
under starlight forever

Where would we roam
Why would we come
Again and again
into time

Through pleasure or pain
love knowing itself
As reflections alight
in the eye

To capture the living
in silver and essence
and beats of the
trembling heart


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No fault in our stars

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As we approach 2015 we all take time to reflect on the previous year, and to look forward to the new one. The reality is our focus should be on today, this eternal moment of now.

Hark! The Herald Angels sing, glory to the new born King.

Did the Sun just start rising again in the sky, or was there some magical moment, faded into history, some two millennia ago, recapitulating into our post modern ritual reenactment of the Solstice story and the precession of the equinox. I wonder sometimes why our planet, our mother earth, spins on a polar axis that is inclined by 23.4 degrees, and why does the moon’s face always look the same? Of course there are physical explanations to these things, the physics of the precession of the equinox is not hard to understand if one is inclined, but it is not really necessary to know how or why it does in the light of living in the present moment. Unless of course you believe in Science as our Savior.

As a child I was an aspirant to the sciences, a believer – if you will – that all things great in our lives came to us through science and the scientific method. That we, as rational beings, using rational thinking, could solve any mystery, reach any height, and indeed, in my lifetime we did. Men walked on the moon – unless of course you believe it was Hollywood. Science cured Polio and Smallpox, smashed atoms and cities with atom bombs.

When I consider our reverence for science in the modern world it takes on the persona of a new religion. Yet do we keep the old rituals, our houses of worship, our daily prayers and weekly worship to assuage our guilt, and pretend we have not broken the commandment to put no other God before thee?

The pragmatist is thinking right now that science is not religion, there is no god in it, we do not worship it. It is a tool perhaps, a way of service to lighten the burden of humanity. Feed the masses, cure disease, light the world. Science is not our god, it is our servant. Yet, my concern is we take care in that way of thinking, in accepting that belief, in allowing ourselves to be coddled by this parent that gives us too much comfort, so our lives can be better, more fulfilling, and have more meaning. Consider the sacrifices we have laid before the altar of science for all its seeming blessings.

I had heard the word Transhumanism in passing. Lately more and more, enough to feel it knocking at my door, like Poe’s Raven, with a promise of nevermore. Its mystery leading me to wonder, and to learn more about it. I have found it to be the application of science to the human expression of itself. Using the conscious mind to create a new version of the human being. It is a concept where we can make conscious choices of our options at birth, in life, and for life extension. There is no doubt that organ regeneration, instead of transplants, and the cure for many diseases has it’s virtues, but as with all things human, our desires – especially for profit – always run far ahead of our reason, and our laws. Imagine an eternal youth, full of endless sexual indulgences, and drunkenness. Or a Universal Soldier, with replaceable parts and a switch on it’s conscience, to fight the forever wars on drugs and terror. Let your imagination run wild, with all you desire about your body and that is what Transhumanism promises. Conscious creation has many promises and many pitfalls. Consider the ego and its desires; It is hard to imagine science getting this new human projection right, and even harder to imagine that it will be shared equality among all people.

I wonder, instead of trying to consciously design a replacement for our experience of humanism, that we reach back into ourselves and discover the truth of our design and purpose, synchronize with it, and allow the universal expression of consciousness to take its course without our conscious meddling in it. Science delivers many wonders to us in the physical world, but time has come for us to know we are Spirit, we are love, divine sparks incarnate, and have everything we need to complete our Spiritual journey into life and beyond it. Centuries ago, before the printing press, people could memorize entire works of scripture. In the East Doctors are paid to keep people well, not only to heal them, and acupuncture recognizes the subtle energies that course through our biology.

Humans do not need to be re-invented, re-created, melded into a cyborg appliance to become who or what we think we should be. Instead of trying to invent something we imagine we need to be, we should take all of this thinking, building, creating, and look at what we are, in this moment, where we came from, and where we are going. There is so much to this universe, this creation, that we are conscious within. We need to look beyond the senses, beyond the ego. The question transhumanism is trying to answer exists outside ourselves. The answer to our purpose, to our meaning, to our reason for being, will  be found inside, through the connection we all have to each other, and to eternal consciousness, to Spirit itself …

May every day, every moment of your New Year be blessed with the knowledge of our perfection in Spirit, our oneness in Life, and the eternal truth of Love …

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time before the storm

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what is this time we choose to follow
mark and measure and make use
traveling to be upon it
and running late from its abuse

what synchronistic feelings
we miss because attention
is far away and not aligned
with all of time’s intention

mixed dimensions still to see
tones within the sound of rhyme
time is not without its space
nor is space within its time

what all in essence came to be
or ever willing shall become
has lived within a night of dreams
as daylight merges into one

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love song

in the wind lives a love song
not the one within our ears
nor the one that beats within
or moves our soul to tears

even by the harbor
where waves call out our name
hearts become unknotted knowing
nothing is the same

when once we have been taken
by the dream we left before
we fell to earth by welcoming
the life we had in store

in centuries of desert suns
as forests fall to moons
our keeping blends beyond the light
and time runs out too soon

would we never pass this way
to know our choice could only be
no less than what was given still;
through grace we came for free

Image and Authors Notes: If you have never heard of Mary Sparrowdancer, or read “Love Song of the Universe” I strongly recommend putting it on you reading list. Honest, sincere, inspired, moving. In it is one of the finest descriptions of Eternity I have ever experienced …

The paradox of consciousness

Consciousness is perhaps the most difficult subject to discuss, still it is one which needs to be addressed in this time and space, since we are now bridging ourselves into a future that is truly uncertain, as there are so many people who are on the brink, who are at the tipping point between, believing and knowing, between the physical and the spiritual, between the merging of science and religion.

Our future depends on this paradox, and because it exists we are caught between a future based on truth and a past made up of a myriad of lies. Everyone talks about saving the planet. The reality is we don’t have to save the planet, we have to save the planet’s ability to support human life.

But I digress, this is about consciousness. The very fact that we can read and write; I as the creator of this message and you as the recipient implies a matter of consciousness, the ability to discern this message from the background of experience. In human terms, it is a recognition of past, present, and future. I am sure most would agree, that animals, even higher animals, do not fret over an uncertain future, and their pining over the past is very limited. Yes, I have seen mother chimps holding their deceased young, but this passes quickly, and they move on.

The paradox of consciousness is simply this – with it we would not recognize a flow of time, a past, present, and future, and because of it, we can argue over the very truth of the flow of time, and the matter of the universe, creation, and Spirit. So we define ourselves, and in that definition we begin to recognize that we are creating a world around us, and losing touch with the natural world.

Because of consciousness, we argue over the nature of time and space, of things, concepts; like ‘yours’ and ‘mine’. While a creature of the earth like a lion or bear might quarrel with another over a piece of food, it is a quarrel of nature, not a quarrel of consciousness.

Consciousness then allows us (each) to define our reality, to create or deny divinity in our lives, intelligent design, creationism, or any other supposed truth. We even go so far as to quarrel over time, over the evidence buried in stone regarding the earth, and the cosmos. These are what Eckhart Tolle calls our ‘competing narratives’, or Robert Anton Wilson refers to as our ‘reality tunnels’.

What then is this thing? Science still cannot define consciousness, still debates over what it is, and where it exists. Some would tell us it only exists because of the nature and the construction of the human brain, and will continue to dissect corpses looking for the ‘seat of consciousness’, which is as Rumi says; like knocking on a door and when it opens realizing we have been knocking from the inside!

We are able to ask these questions because we are conscious(ness), and we debate what it is because of it … what greater paradox than that – the riddle (consciousness), inside an enigma – the human mind – not the brain, but the mind …

How does it end? It does not – In the words of CG Jung when asked what does he believe – his reply, “I do not need to believe, I know” And when we know there arises true compassion. An ache, a sadness, that if not for consciousness would bury the Spirit in matter forever, in a total eclipse of the Sun.

-gfs 2012


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Fire in the Mind

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Reach out to another
and find what was sought
Something unknowing
throughout endless thought

What we should realize
though never kept
How love it came calling
at times when we slept

And never believed
we ever would find
That burning unceasing
a fire in the mind

Until in consuming
all we’ve become
To realize unending
life in One

A prisoner of mind

Step inside this thought and see
all the light surrounding things
Hollow laughing, empty voice
every thought a current brings

Across the consciousness of living
reveals what’s lost in memory
of places still and evermore
refrains of chords will always be

Sealed in every breath we take
from the living eons past
Ours to know an ancient song
in shadows from a full moon cast

Long before our eyes could see
or ever know the forest stands
before a storm of drifting snows
icy winds through foreign lands

A moments dream is crystallized
locked we are into this time
apart from all, the sentence cast!
a lifetime prisoner of the mind


Originally published in Dec 2011, I have wanted to re-blog this poem for a while. It is, without a doubt, my favorite piece. It embodies all the eons of time, all the souls journeys, all the joys and discontents. We choose life fully aware of its potential, then step into it, without a clue of the fore knowledge that lead us here, embodied, separated … yearning
– gfs

Clean Sweep


As cobwebs float behind my eyes
lists are vaguely scattered
All along the paths of thought
and clouding all that mattered

In seasons turning rain and sun
burning skin with wonder
Makes me ask what of it all
is shaken by the thunder

Bolts that lit the evening sky
shattered twilight glistening
Revealing patterns of the thought
to ears alone now listening

For truths above the mustiness
the empty hollow trains of mind
Scattered ruins of empty words
are seeds of places lost behind

The only respite is to know
to gather all these shards of light
This broom I’ve taken into hand
will sweep them out into the night

And there as stars are glimmering
long before I knew I could
Walk in silent reverie
with all of what I’ve understood


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