Synchronicity is the Source of Consciousness
Time is the strands of past and future in our DNA, not the hands of time on a clock
Digital Artist Sandra Bauser
Time fades into oblivion
One memory, one vision of you and I feel whole again.
I remember your voice, your smell, the feel of you next to me.
In time, it was so long ago, yet to my mind, it was yesterday.
My love for you is as natural as my heartbeat.
Between the cracks of the piano keys, where the quarter and eighth tones lie, invisible gems are to be found.
Whole tones (normal notes) have no business here…no one likes them… they just seem whole, they’re really broken; like a million notes in smudged ink all over the page.
I long for these sounds to break the cacophony around me. Dissonance? They are consonant to me. They fill my cup in a parched closet, old wood, dry and brittle, thirsting for moisture. Dusty, unpopular, unseen, unheard by most human ears…
I love those places. Ah…let me sleep there.
“Grand Opening Here”, I run the other way. I’ll come in the middle of the night thank you-when no one is around but the ghost of my Grandpa, and maybe his friend with him. I can write then. Dusty basements, hidden shops, in-between dimensions, cracks, and mortice hide the doorways.
I long for these places to break up the routine of my day.
Little antique stores, old forgotten thrift stores where mom & pop still sit in the chair from 1926, gems are to be found. Patina so thick you can taste the smell of it, musky, soil, brackish dark. Cobwebs everywhere-but it’s all new to me.
I’m looking, for…my friend…a part of my soul that is tragically invisible to the surface dwellers, so odd, so unexpected that it thrashes my back. So impossible, so inconvenient, so much…so very good!
It feels eternally old and yet new to me; New to me because it doesn’t “fit” in my brain; in my plan. My well ordered, hip, sharp, cerebral, sassy, punkish, cavalier brain brutishly, insensitively mocked your old stories, your tradition, your nostalgia, your mischief. I’m not really laughing. I just really, really like the texture of it all-and you.
It has been said, “Your heart is a fickle leader!” Then I am the crumbs in the bottom of the toaster-like the host crumbs in “the cup”. Drink me. I am altogether undone. So be it…
Move to the old that is new!
Take a leap…what seems old is new, what seems new is old. What’s up is down??
It just is.
It aches to feel like a foreigner in my own planet…Always seeking a creative space that is misunderstood, mysterious, and forgotten.
Gorge on my grief and run for cover then…
Nothing is lacking; ever…all of it. The devil is in the details they say. His ears shriek when he hears quarter tones and eighth tones between the cracks; and time is no more. When the notes become whole, he is undone.
2/14/10
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I obscure my darkness to walk through life content, shadow feelings under the bed.
Convoluted darkness just below my navel only, my prescient dreams adumbrate what my body holds in, refusing to release its undulating grasp like a cranky child crying, needing attention and touch.
Male progenitor, emotional vampire and…ironically, my ally as a bridge to freedom in the face of neglectful, unfeeling, autocratic child-bearer.
Tremulous adolescence, when the course succor so needed is vacuous at best,
Cynical vexation felt so keenly in their insensitivity to my easily affected, young, psychic heart. They didn’t even know what the fuck psychic was because it wasn’t in the bible.
What could I have been?
What happy life could I have had if their crispy, mucous eyes had been open a crack?
That shadow feeling could spiral me down so quickly if I focused on it, so I only do it here
for release…because it’s bullshit, and my life is not bullshit, so I’m not filling it with that.
What is more helical bullshit that parental ignorance with an innocent, lovely child born in light and returning to light?
How twisted and contorted can adults get following societies rules, books, beliefs, and materialistic hysteria when they have in front of them a free soul, their child, needing only love by degrees, free roam by yards, food by weight and expression without limit?
The shadow of light is a contrast as a lesson
I’m using it to soar to the heights,
To rip asunder familial right to the soul of a child.
No more,
Whether in love or delusion
each child belongs to themselves only.
Just as roots do not dictate how far, wide and what direction a tree will grow,
so too, shadow roots deep below the ground only hold it in place while the wind, sky, and sun call us ever higher to dance with all of life above ground, storm and calm, for as long as we wish to live.
I hail from you but I am not you.
Feb. 8, 2017, Yellow 13 Warrior
The shell of a turtle, a carapace, guards your continuance of electric water, straight to your brain, pulls your vibration down in by degrees.
Your skin like a husk full of ridges on corn smells sweet,
hard to pull off at the bottom, tassles so soft on my face, the smell of earth.
Your arm was warm and pleasant as the first tomato of summer in my hungry hand.
Let me bite into that luscious fruit, so sweet and tangy
or a mango stream of juice down my chin.
I’m distracted, clement smells from your back
Why are so sweet yet so smart and severe?
No end to touch makes my breathing peaceful.
I feel happy…oh god I’m doomed.
Indeed, it only lasted one day and you ripped your skin from me again.
At least you can’t take the memory from me.
Words can never erase actions like skin can never cover feelings.
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I have a boundary to set with the commentators on #1 of this post. I am an extremely open-minded person that listens to how people feel for a living. I’ve been doing it for twenty years. You are welcome to comment, of course, on the ideas I put forward. But I will cut you off if you simply slam and criticize in anger and negativity in the comments section. I ask that you make constructive criticism, helpful comments regarding a perspective I may not have seen. You have to be civil to me. I don’t allow myself to be mistreated by anyone, for any reason.
I had 4000+ views on my response to Dina since I posted it 6 days ago and many agreed with me and a few did not. I have observed that between WordPress and Facebook and the women I talk to directly, there is an emotional savior complex among women, “we’re in this together”, “don’t deviate” attitude. It’s a very patriarchal attitude and very “churchy” and sacrificial. That is not the kind of movement I will join because in the end it’s controlling and selfish. Women need to take care of themselves and ask for what they want and need and then ask others to join them. It’s empowerment and in my life, it’s based on Spirituality. Everyone is different and no preaching is necessary.
#1 HEALTH OF OUR BODIES AND MINDS and learning how to ask for what we need with regard to it.
I would like women’s health care and women’s right to control our bodies to be a focus. To a great degree, we can do much of this for ourselves. I live in my body 24/7 and it belongs to me. Especially in holistic medicine, my health is in my hands. But for some women, it’s not as simple. For now, we need both allopathic and holistic health care.
I’ve also seen many, many comments that not all women from all opinions and persuasions are being welcomed into the movement; in particular, women who do not support abortion and women who prefer peace, not a closed fist. I personally know two women who voted for Trump just on that issue alone. If feminists are discussing women’s bodies and feelings about reproduction, we need to just LISTEN to the feelings and ideas from all corners. It does not have to be in our platform or in our legislative agenda per se, but we owe it to all women to listen to their point of view if it’s presented in a civil manner.
Since I’m on the issue of civil manner, a women’s movement will in no way be taken seriously by Congress or anyone intelligent who could potentially fund the movement unless we stop the drama, the anger, the religious fanaticism, and the intolerance for those that don’t agree with us.
#2-Passage of the Equal Rights Amendment to the Constitution of the U.S.
That’s the whole thing and it still hasn’t been passed. I just saw this online and I couldn’t believe it.
There is already an Equal Pay Act of 1963 signed by JFK. Women need to read it, know the law and make sure it’s enforced in any job you take. You can find it online. Be brave!
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I’m stating this and anyone else who feels this way can wrap their mind and heart around it. Essentially, these are mental mantras that you repeat to yourself over and over, or in a small group to set positive energy. These are not demands or expectations. This is a list of what I want and maybe some other women will as well.
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Anyone who wants to input their full birthday into the Tzolkin Day Calculator, just go to the site at the link below. At the top is a rectangle. Click on the rectangle on this page that says “Dreamspell Calculator.”
Scroll down the page until you see where you input your birthday.
Your Tzolkin Themeplex will then pop up. Now, go back to the first page. Find the name of your archetype on the huge list, click on that, and there is much great reading about your multi-dimensional self.
There are also a few apps you can add to your phone. Just search online.
If you’re interested in a full chart you can order it. Just email me. They take me about two hours to do and the fee is $100.00.
I will add it to the shop page soon.
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I read Bruce’s 1st edition of this book several years ago when it came out and now finished his latest one with changes just now. I recommend this new 10th Anniversary Edition.
I was reading it because I’m writing my own book that is a memoir encompassing the first half of my life, with the theme of synchronicity cues I saw throughout my life that helped me navigate family and relationship scenarios. His recent research on epigenetics and the subconscious mind really opened up another panorama for me as I was raised in a genealogically myopic family. Ancestry was a very big deal. It was all well-intended, not to be elitist or biased in any way, as my family heartily embraces other cultures. But it was still overkill.
In my family, I think the purpose was to sweep some skeletons back into their graves; to portray a picture of our family as better than it was in terms of behavior. This is nothing new. Welcome to the human family on this planet! Everyone wants others to believe they’re better than the other guy, that their family is somehow exceptional. God, it’s nauseating.
So, here’s the new deal though. Bruce has scientific study upon a scientific study showing that we are in the 2:98 ratio. Meaning, 2% of our DNA is from our family and 98% of our DNA is from our environment. What we hear, learn, see, speak, do, pick up like a sponge and imprint on and continue to morph ourselves on is mostly what makes us who we are. Your DNA keeps changing after birth and throughout your life. DNA is not static; it’s active! Your birth genes are practically squat. All they did was give you a blueprint for your body, but they don’t control your body. That’s the first breakthrough. YOWSA!! Right?
The 2nd big piece of news is that again, tons of studies have shown that your subconscious mind, as a baby, and even pre-conception, conception, prenatal, and early post-natal are completely formed by your mother and father. Holy crap Batman, we are SCREWED! Right? No. You still have a conscious mind and free will, if you use it and activate it. What your mother thought, felt, watched, said, experienced, ate, the people she hung around, imprinted your subconscious mind that you have no control over and cannot change. I thought I was going to fall off of my chair when I read that. The best thing you can do with this is create a good power-sharing relationship between your conscious self (your will) and your subconscious mind (your programming).
Now, before we all panic, do you really know your facts here? What year were you born? Now go back 12 months (or so) and FIND OUT, if you don’t already know, what your mother was doing, thinking, feeling, and experienced a few months before you were conceived, and then when you were in utero. That is if you can. This is big information for you because the way it works is, when you as a personality are not consciously picking your life today, willing the way you want things to go, making decisions, etc., you mind relaxes into vigilant subconscious mode, which you are not in the least aware of, controlled by…your parents. Holy crap!! This is frightening to me. When you wonder why you do something that you did not choose…look at your parents. You imprinted on it like a sponge in utero! It’s not your fault and you can’t change it.
I was born in 1963. My mother’s conscious mind, while I was in utero was in the 1950’s world. That is accurate. My house today tends to be retro, I’m traditional, love baking, homemaking, cooking, gardening, eating, Leave it To Beaver nauseating stuff feels natural to me. I can’t help it! My conscious, birth personality is the opposite, thank god. I’m a free spirit gypsy, end of the line hippie, artist, dreamer, holistic, musician. Ah…that’s better. June Cleaver with hippie flowers and peace sign tattooed on her back is more like it. I will be going toward that light from now on.
So, if you want to understand yourself better, take your birth year and go backwards into your mother’s time, her way of thinking, and what mindset she was in when you were in her and you will find some BIG answers. Secondary to her is your father and then all the others in the home and others around them.
Synchronicity is the Source of Consciousness 