The Kundalini is a resonance of primordial wave form.

I had a dream just yesterday.  In it my kundalini was woken by a guru.  It was a strange remarkable experience in which it is hard to describe.  My whole being was encompassed and it took me a few seconds to settle into it.  The original surge was fearful.  Later I tried to move it through the body realizing the chakras.  I moved out of it when my body started to rise and move and I wasn’t controlling the actions.  It was then I tried to analyze what was the kundalini and what was it’s purpose.  I came to the conclusion it was a resonance of ancient wave form.  It was a return to primordial creation when life first moved upon the waters.

I asked the guru if this was indeed true.  He did not answer and just packed up to leave.  I then pressed him for the meaning of this energy, and he just looked at me with a blank expression as if he did not know.  It was if he was saying you need to find out for yourself.

True and strange dream.

Anima!

Oh Wow!

Wake up!

Brilliance abound with the gifts of sound.

Thank you,

Hoonopoono, it is coming.

Enjoy!!!!

The Art of Anonymous Blogging.

When I started blogging I found a gap between what I wanted to say and what I felt I could say.  In essence the masks we wear govern our every day.  There is freedom in being anonymous, but there is also cost.  The goal of the blogger is to drive readership.  When one falls lonely on their words they must have impact.  It would be easy to link to friends through Facebook and Twitter.  To do this there is a sense of standing naked before your real world.  This real world person keeps us bound within mores ans standards.  So here in lies the dilemma.  Be free with words and trust them to influence ,or expand with courage, and let the real world see you.

Our real world being is in essence a shadow of our real self that exists somewhere in the in between.

So staying anonymous allows one to truly reflect.  Find your resonance and bring your message unto it.  Then success will follow.

Give Light

In the dark our minds abide as memories arise.

Give light to the living.

Free humanity with emptiness.

Rain

Get of the wheel and follow the straight course.

Remember September falls with grace.

May rings in the new from a desolate place.

Summer air is free from time.

As winter covers this mountain of haste.

Tears are many.

Waves

The world does not conspire it moves as such.

Ones needs grow as the cycle heads and the pinnacle hides.

As the days pass the depths grasp and life changes.

It’s time to take the greater voyage.

The one where the end is the beginning.

Shine

Stars recede yet they also shine.

Let it shine.

Words want life, yet no one knows.

Will children dance, die, cry?

Will adults die, cry, dance?

The Wheel

Free no more as I wash the door.

Hide my path so I can sink.

Spinning with colors upon a broken wheel.

I look as I can not stop.

When the moment ends I panic,

and do not jump.

Then I cower in my loneliness,

for pride has killed me.

Rebirth

In the hollow of vision,

there is a point.

Where longing can no longer penetrate.

Yet man wishes to create.

In space there is no measure.

Where does the light generate?

The darkness of extinction.

Is there more to know then extremes.

The reflection of childhood,

this be eternal hope.

A well of pain

Once sweet fruits.

The agony of betrayal.

Once so soft against my yolk.

They left for the pleasure of the weave.

Didn’t they know what I knew.

The hardness of my soul,

may someday be ground anew.