A recipe for transformation without trust as one of the ingredients is doomed in much the same way a recipe for fluffy pancakes without baking powder as an ingredient is bound for failure. Baking powder is necessary for the chemical reaction that infuses the batter with fluffifying air bubbles. In a similar manner, trust must be present for the alchemy of transformation to ignite.
If only trust were as easy to procure as a box of baking soda, right? If only we understood the components of trust well enough to produce it at whim and infuse our experience with trust as easily as we mix baking powder into a batter – trust in the Will to Good, trust in our innate ability to listen inwardly and make effective decisions, trust in the desired outcomes we are not yet able to see in the world around us. Continue reading
It’s a residual grime – Shame. Sticky and heavy like a combination of quicksand and tar, laying like a film over our memories and experiences. I have yet to meet anyone who doesn’t know what I’m talking about, though I have come across many who pretend they bear no burden of shame.
And I know they do. We all do. Every one of us — at some point — knows the experience of feeling bad about something we’ve done or some aspect of how we look or who we are. It may be a slight embarrassment about a pimple or a regret for having spoken harshly in a moment of distress. It could be a habit or an inability to follow through on intentions or goals. No matter how small or insignificant in the moment, it is shame… and it accumulates in the psyche. Continue reading
The end came and went… a few times I think… the “big” one, though, was almost three months ago. The new beginning? How can we tell when it started?
Almost a season has turned. I observe social media and read the blogs and watch the video clips sharing the variety of perceptions of what happened/is happening. Some people expected or hoped for a transformation on December 22nd, 2012 that would rock the socks off of current norms and cultures, evoking a mass awakening of spiritual consciousness. Some felt deflated when it seemed as though nothing really changed. Some foretold of a transition that would take time and impact our lives in unique and unexpected ways. Some called it just another New Age or religious hoax.
For me, it has been an internal experience. Continue reading
When I went, recently, to Casa Dom Inacio to open myself deeper and wider to currents of awakening. I asked, in my first audience with Medium Joao, for a blending of my personality with my soul. (see: Day 3 Is A Spiritual Surgery Day) While I wasn’t sure what that would mean or look like in day-to-day living… I mean, how would I “know” what to expect?… it just felt right to request it at this point in my evolution.
Now — in hindsight — it is clear to me just how the request was answered. Let me describe it as one of the stories of my life… Continue reading
It is mid afternoon, and we have Frutti’s all to ourselves. The music is serene. The chai is tasty, and the activity on the street outside is quiet as the occasional person strolls by in the lazy, summer heat. Soon, a parade of people in white will flow from the Casa — another week complete — and Frutti’s will fill with social activity, people sharing their experiences and stories. It is everything about Abadiania that I love.
For now, though, it is me with the quiet to reflect upon our experience this trip.
Alan had another spontaneous healing (of course; >) A chronic shoulder issue since a mountain bike riding accident about a decade ago – healed. Better than ever. He has a reputation to live up to, he reminded me… a man who “does the work.”
For me, this time with John of God and the entities is profound. Continue reading
I arrived to the meeting room at the Casa with my questions for John of God in hand, quiet in my mind and prepared to relax into the Casa flow until my line was called. The first Casa day in 2013. The first surprise came when the Casa volunteer called for people scheduled for spiritual surgery… and no one came.
Then there was a long wait — for about an hour — before another line was called. The people continued to meditate in the current rooms, and one of the volunteers continued to give his inspirational talk. Just no lines called… Continue reading
Tomorrow begins the three day series at Casa Dom Inacio with John of God, and I am eager for the contemplative energies. I didn’t realize how much I treasure the quiet ambiance until this trip when our pousada turned out to be the social gathering spot in lieu of Frutti’s. Don’t get me wrong – I enjoyed going to Frutti’s every day for chai latte and a bit of chatter in the world around me… I just really liked returning to a gentle, peaceful atmosphere at my pousada. Truth be told, I like that energy in my home, too. It appeals to my nature to exchange heartfelt, silent smiles with the people around me. So, my secret is out: I am an introvert And tomorrow, I eagerly anticipate sitting with a group in contemplative silence. It’s my “thing”. Continue reading
Hotel San Raphael seems to be the social hotspot during the holiday season… when Frutti’s is closed. Last night, there was a wedding party for the group that did their ceremony at the Casa Dom Inacio Thursday morning. We had live music in the courtyard and lots joyful sounds. Every meal, in fact, is raucous with laughter, and people come from all over town to eat at the only open “restaurant” available.
I’m not exactly sure how all these fun times fit into the idea of spiritual comtemplation, but nobody seems to concerned about it. Continue reading
The morning session at Casa Dom Inacio with John of God began with a wedding and a baptism — really, one never knows what might happen in The Casa. It was a shared a moment of joy, and such a gift to be able to participate in it.
Then Alan went in for his spiritual surgery. I asked him later to report, and his comment: “It was like a gentle meditation, and then I had the best rest I’ve gotten in the past several months.” Sweet. He probably had a spontaneous healing, too ; >) Continue reading
Thunder is roiling through the sky… Late December, and it’s summer in Abadiania, Brazil. Time for the rainy season interspersed with bright sunshine. Life is verdant green here right now. We arrived December 25th, 2012 to a quiet town. Most everything – except for The Casa and our pousada – is closed. Still, there seem to be quite a few people here… we watched several other groups arrive on our plane.
A moment here to establish context… Continue reading