Stepping into the Canvas is about taking the first steps into the Canvas of Life. It is said that God is the creator and nature is His Canvas. In a world of technologies, distractions and light-speed evolution, we are left to remain in the dark. Truth is laid before us, falsely, by our collective whole. You are invited to step out of the ordinary and into the extraordinary. We are not meant to be suppressed and controlled, fearful and miserable, alone and scared, hateful and destructive. No, instead we are meant to be free. Free to Love unconditionally, creating the life we were meant to enjoy. Instead of divide and conquer, we shall come together as one.
My intent is to share my thoughts in this blog, so that it provokes others into a self-discovery of themselves. While I have found happiness in my life, my hopes are to charge my viewers to see a different side to their current situation. It is said there is a spiritual solution to every opportunity, why not give it a try.
I am a Father, Husband, Friend and Brother, a Healer, a Teacher, and a Student. Enjoy studying energy works, self-realization, Love in Action, and just the nuts and bolts of how things tick. Please feel free to look around and Share away!
Much Love to you and Peace Profound...Joseph
Into the fiery past we go,
where smoldering whispers call out to centuries-old.
Mishaps and ancestral plunders
burning villages to the ground.
The embers still glow
with burn marks on the coming children’s voices.
Unable to sing.
Where I am,
is where I was.
Forgotten
how to Be.
Where I am heading,
is where I reside.
Absent of thought,
that may be.
Pondering
or Being.
What may
or may not be.
With you,
without me.
With me,
no longer attached to them.
I am
what It Is.
It Is
what I Am.
Returning to the scorched earthen fields
ancestral reminder of forbidden eaten fruits.
Hence, the bloodshed fills the air with
past, present, and future storms.
Rum, pum, pum, goes the beaten drum.
Calling on healing memories of ancient songs.
Enters the pink dress and innocence,
dancing to the angelic throng.
The spinning of vortices
brings sense to the non-sensical songs.
Brain short-circuitry
heart bleeding — blending all to ease.
Where I am,
is where I was.
Forgotten
how to Be.
Where I am heading,
is where I reside.
Absent of thought,
that may be.
Pondering
or Being.
What may
or may not be.
With you,
without me.
With me,
no longer attached to them.
I am
what It Is.
It Is,
what I Am.
~Ani Po
Asked to speak directly to the inner demons, choosing instead to go to the battlefields where the answers lay. Offering a glimpse of demonic past, healing for the coming generations. Thank you Paroma Sen, for this opportunity to share.
Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and, more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.
“I can see clearly now, the rain is gone.” What if the rain persists? How does one see clearly amidst the rain?
Dealing with our own triggers of life, often referred to as shadow work, or trying to understand something at deeper levels, we peel back layers of understanding. Our reality is based on current beliefs and our clarity of life is or is not clouded by thoughts of our current belief system.
Sitting in the rain can be comforting or the opposing, depending on ones own attachment to what is good or bad per se. Wandering mind, leading to what we cannot do or lack of sun…fearing that we cannot survive in this very moment, we are left in a gloomy state of being.
Some might say the rain can effect ones own psyche, triggering moodiness or gloominess. Maybe this is true? Or maybe it is a reflection of ones own belief system? There is data that suggests that the weather can effect ones mood, while other data suggests it is merely a mirroring effect: what a person thinks or feels is what the experience may be.
Is there also a possibility of a collective consciousness happening? Meaning…a region attracts certain thoughts, while everyone is influenced by these thoughts. Every moment of the day is regulated by these collective thoughts. Even weather patterns can reflect these thoughts.
A thousand people meditating on Love or Peace, collectively changing the present moment of fear based thought process. Mastering ones own thoughts, collectively contributing to ‘The Field’ of consciousness, potentially altering or enhancing the collective whole.
What about a belief that another has? Whether religious, spiritual, political, everyday events. How can one be on the same page as another? Willingness or openness to accepting another path on this road of life. Many roads leading to similar destination, whether one sees this or not it is true. We are all heading in the same direction. But where does this path lead? That is another time and discussion.
For now…our understanding is what it is. Today, we may have sat pondering within the rain…only to have a foreign idea, from years past, come to understanding with deeper ‘knowing’ of things.
Our willingness to be present, allowing varying beliefs to surface, practicing non-attachment to ‘All’ things, accepting The Great Mystery of it all, we come to a place of deeper clarity…singing, “I can see clearly now, the rain is gone.”
Like a roller-coaster, up and down weathered extremes — frost returns, thawing realities existence with pouring rains during an unseasonable timing of thought.
Gloomy days enter realities mirrored reflections, introducing multiple universal thoughts given way to what may be. Short is the shadow of a doubt, entering bright shiny days — evacuating again with threats of frozen tundra’s grip.
Bundled up — warming by fireside chatter’s inner dialogue — we are holding sacred space. New beginnings promise — swiftly come — not soon enough, we hold onto springtime’s budding birth of another passing year.
~ Ani Po
Two weeks ago, it was raining amidst what normally is a frozen time in Wisconsin. High in mid-forties, only to escape into the frigid cold of winter’s darkened glow.
Snow has returned, like a familiar friend, comforting us in the darkened winter’s breath.
Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and, more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.
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