BABY NEEDS A NEW PAIR OF SHOES

there is no place

like home

no matter the red slippers got

left in Oz

i am pounding away for my right

to be in Paradise

 i have been out

of  my " free fly " zone

for too long now and i am mourning the loss of my creative energy

as much as i am of my night's dreamings 

  the hardware bar

that has opened below

this apartment   

has created a living hell for me in the middle of hell's kitchen

my quality of life has been raped -  no fucking joke -

and the banging away

of the noise still continues leaving me no stillness

i'm off to see the wizard

to get some peace and quiet

until the end of the year

and then we'll see

what's up

!

love you got

 the blessings of glenda-da

"if the shift fits, wear it!"

HOMELAND SECURITY ? PORK BARREL POLITICS !

i have no homeland security!

if  "the land of the free" ( we can talk about that contested "myth america" later )

gets her mitt on the hill in DC ( after a fashion in which bill got his

DOMA bill signed - while doing monica, and  maybe hill too -

 go know, not to mention how bush got his rocks off  in iraq )

we had better

be bakin'

our all american pies with more than just one homophile

 (stuck? intuit ) in order to get out

of our coming cell

blocked like so many others here

it is unacceptable to me as an american

 in a holy union with a same-gendered alien

that i have been dehumanized to live with no homeland security !

the terrorizing threat  [coming from Immigration pigs ] is that 

spouses ( without a green card or the  proper visa )

can still legally be sent back to their country ,

leaving US citizens on their own to be

choosing "shall i stay or shall i go?"

rendering freedom freedomless

 & many flagged down to be un -

united with liberty and justice

just for straight americans.

my cup runneth over

with hope

that all alien loves will become honored

here on US earth 

as we are out there

love you got

to get out and vote - its the last straw !

(and god help us - no matter what - in Reality!!!)

DONT LET " IT " GET IN YOUR WAY

when its time to evacuate

no matter what you have got

in mind

{ including that stool sample for the interior designer

which would match your favorite poof }

dont let "it" get in your weigh

we all have paid

a heavy duty

for being on earth

and there is no way in heaven

that the rest of the universe

wants it

once the spoils have been interred

love you got

( to become the lighter

as i am )

GOD , THE QUEEN SAVES !

 { well of course, go know... i had to hit the "save" button ,

as i am composing ... this time on and off again electronically

now here as if i havent

learned by now my lesson is to be releasing

and not re-saving all i have got 

in order to get free ! } 

so, now i ask of myself as so many have of me, 

"the point of it all, glenn, was for _______?"

i only looked

at (the) newspapers

for the untold

possibilities of word combinations -

its all subjective i find -

even the headlines

( and god, what i can and still do read into them )

and now to wit i have released oddly enough just about all of that

shit

(i had saved)!

what was i going to do with it?

enter into the space

of a muse-um

open to me

and then into Mind

to create phrase by byline a multidimensional

and spontaneous poem beyond

what is considered a page

as even now books are getting faced out.

but photographs are another story...

unlike full frontals, they contain the whole

picture in all of its glory

and to exhibit them

(even in part as is   an art)

takes to wit a certain kind

of mentality for the viewer to really see

and get

 ( actually intuit )

becoming the art

alas, now the garbage

man has the task of doing with it what he can

as this is what has come to pass

of would be art...

in the way of all men.

love you got

WHATEVER (WHERE EVER WHEN EVER ETC)



one of the things that i am realizing is that senti-mentality has no place when it comes to
playing it safe in letting go...and no more so than when letting go with god!
i am often told that i will be able to find again - whatever (wherever whenever etc.) it is i
think i might be needing for an art piece. this might be true, however as i am going over all 
my boxes of stuff , i see the treasures that have come to me...and go know now after all
these years if i am still not remembering just why i did save it (all)...however now too i am
beginning ( have to start somewhere!) to be seeing the "un-importance" of it all,  as well as
at the same time  feeling my mind is a safe house for underground ideas on their way still
to freedom's door!
i know that to be making art at this time is not exactly what i am to be doing...unless
getting free is an art - and too, to re-save, thinking that whatever will yet be used one day is out
of the question - for when we do land, (wherever that might be, as opposed to keep on flying
to never neverland in dreams) it will be no doubt a year of getting a house in order...and who knows
if i will be wanting to go to collage after that, with nature calling me...to photograph and paint and
perform or perchance just to sit and dream...as i am .
letting go of how creative i am perceiving myself is foolish when in Truth i am a visual alchemist,
knowing there will never be a time when i am not being ( or  not being a creative  ) for it is my nature,
by god and goddess to be one as such!

"in this moment, gather up all your limitations and illusions into a ball
 in your hands, and reach out and hand it over to them. They will send
this energy back into the universal energy recycling bin. Energy never ends.
It is just recycled."      aluna@alunajoy.com  

great spiritual message, to keep in mind, no?  i am so relieved i saved it from sister aluna's in site...
no matter saving more may make me in the eyes of some a greater lunatic! never the less there is more
to go, and in the letting go, comes great zen "awakenings" - as far as any ken can kick up, it heals!

i come across old photos and restaurant place mats (like Tuck-a hoe Inn), candy wrappers from foreign countries (a Golden Gay Time, or pack of sugar Fags is still hard to release !), nyc bus
transit passes (which are no more!), masses of pamphlets on gay rights,(of which we are in need of still more, no thanks to the catholic masses!) and headline after headline  i read and ripped
with witty innuendos in mind to mix and match with all of the above...and book matches too.
the time it took to find and save (the profound to the bizarre), and even more to re-view...and discard again - like who was i kidding, the first time i tried - all that is art... as much as all of everything in time
ever created in Thought.
in some kind of humble awareness  now, see how i and we do it  collectively because we are artists
made in the image of the Abstract One and are moved to by our own god nature to create a new world mind...the ultimate act of spiraling towards a master peace finally...beyond any museum's hands.
as the energies speed up, and i begin to expand in recognition of being multidimensional, i won-
der what on earth was i thinking i could do with all this?
maybe just maybe with the first black hole i come across, i will just give it back to "them"...and then
continue freely to trip the light fantastic and save not even the angel dust on my heels.

love you got

MY OTHER WATCH IS A ROLEX

ok every body
get out of this vehicle and give a push!

its about time to wind up

this mother again

                                                  

another 260,000 years ought to see us coming straight

out on the other side of time

with Heaven on our hands!

in the mean time, baby, its time
to raise our fun-dalini
once and for all

just ask

"Quetzelcoatl ,will you be Mayan for ever ?"

and for Goddess' sake, please
dont think about having
  a heavy weight in mind for Valentine's day!

as time goes...bye!

(thanks to the creator of the above)

                                                                     

love you got

(FINDING) FINE CHINA - (BUT) NO SAUCERS

is this not

what might be con -

sidered by some as a prime ex-

ample of  (some exotic) "fine china"  ?

 like wise

these are not

(see) cups but come never the less

to be hooked up with their chaucers

oh for the life of me

have you ever had such a tongue

stung by the high -

lighted buzz

of  a pricking bee?

love you got

(savoring the spoils

of this summer)

MERZ, SEE ME !

heres to hugo ball...and i will too
heres to kurt schwietzer...and his "merz"
here's to marcel duchamp...and his "ready mades"
heres to all those dadas and MoMas, forerunners of conceptual and pop
who inspired me to be the art that i am, with no misgivings.

i had no idea that what i was making was dada...until someone pointed that out to me;
and then later with having my collages labeled as "zen dada", i chose to let it stick.

while some read newspapers, i would rip them... magazines too, and just about anything
that appeared with words. i would then juxtapose an image or two (hardly more -
thats where "the zen" comes in) or sometimes just another word or two to twist the word
to cast another meaning...the more i would make the more profound were my findings:
like after finding an empty can washed up on the beach with "shell" printed on it, manifesting
the perfect fit of another can with "pearl" printed on it came just like that!

and now i am in the process of "letting it all go with god" (would just half do?)

i feel like i hit the jackpot today going through my fodder!!!
i found a photo of myself with my one time best friend skippy from 1972
when we were tripping in the graveyard of the old church in bergen (NL)
dating back to napoleon! (talk about being a bone apart with those betty davis eyes!!)
and then another one of me sneaking into view (posed of course)
in my rainbow coat created  from my old drapes, with my blue velvet bell bottom
pants cut in half and sewn in for sleeves, sporting a colander on my head for a hat (i recall
doing that at the age of 6 even!)
to match mercury's , behind a bunch of navy guys who lived around the corner
from me and mama on 14 and 1/2  St in virginia beach...behind the miniature golf course
with the huge pink elephant that poked its nose into our bedroom too often for my taste!
{one must be very exact for what one wishes to manifest! i had projected the perfect position
by the water within a loving community. go know if i wasnt sent a job to be teaching art
to The Navy...never mind the possibly of going down with the ship - which wasnt that
unpleasant of a thought when  matching up the word seamen to semen - but was everyone
on board, including the captain, pretending to be gay, or was all that just a result of all the LSD
the crew consumed on hand outs from the head nurse cum medicine man... who just for fun
one evening drove us up to the pentagon on a fast trip and then at the gate after flashing his
official pass, said, "oh, sorry, we must have made a wrong turn", and headed back home} go know,
years later if when i showed this photo to a friend who lived high in a 5th ave pent house, that
if the person next to me wasnt her son!
and the last - maybe 10 postcards of the girl with the pearl earring by vermeer,
purchased in den haag the same year i was part of "the experiment in international living"
and instead of living like a diplomat, went off to camp on the beach where i became the
head freak of "the monkey family" having our own experiment in cosmic living!
it was a special day i had there in the museum with her (tripping of course, as museums seemed
at that time to be my chosen place of  "energy gathering and releasing" ) because her image presided
over the room above the crown supermarket in bridgeport where i first experienced "IT"
 in the middle of our ongoing sensitivity group (c 1968) before ever doing any drugs!

i have just realized that although i have not yet dropped the body i am getting a head start
on my "life review"...and what could be more divine than to have the grateful dead, sly and
the family stone, rotary connection, and janice joplin all jamming away as i unjamed what i thought
i had been bred for?

mercy me, (merz,see me!) some things are just too good to give back to the rubbish!

love you got

I GOT A BIT OF A BUZZ THERE

to bee or not to bee ?

( here i am in the shakespeare garden  circa 1977)

as long as one is

aware of how long

a prick takes

to get into a hand

one can run

to make one's honey

behind the back of any misbehaving bee keeper

ram dass

says  in no time at all

" bee quick about it!"

love you got

BESIDES THE FEAR OF FLYING I HAVE...

my love was working hard on

a crossword puzzle last week at the zendo dada

when he asked me the name of the person who wrote

 the fear of flying

( four letters...going down )

i had it on the tip of my tongue

something like "jung" - but not

somehow just like in mind still 

i do (have) the story

i was told as a jung child about the man

who killed seven { flys } in one blow!

then go know

the next day as i was sorting through all my art fodder for collage

{ which by now, even if given 7 more lifetimes to come,

i couldnt make everything i once had  in mind

to make  

except  for whats behind my love's fly 

- oh my! }

 what then comes into my hand

if not erica jong's marriage announcement from the new york times (c 1995?)

now, whatever pocessed me to rip and save it

{ if the name rip torn wasnt already somebody's, i'd have that pun hung for mine}

other than to make another "juxtapostion by U-sage"  for playing

on flying and flys and fly paper

and zippers i do not recall

so with no reason at all, sir

and dip us-ly it all has all come into play

again and i'll call it art still

just because i have the balls to

(not giving a flying fuck if another gets it or not)!

zip a dee do dada

 {i got flys on my mind!}

love you got

THE BLUE MOON

i know

it was

( like a blue moon ago)

however out of the blue now

i am just getting around to enter this  :

i had heard before that it was

by no mistake going to be out of sight ...

it was the blue moon's time again

to be hanging out tonight

and yes, even from inside i could see sublimely

it was up there alright coming in

wide with the offering of Her divine light ...

and so just

before going to bed myself

next with the remembrance of a faerie rite

i felt i wanted to take

in a deeper look at that autumnal orb

then it was that mother called

from her room

(already snug in bed after all

of our hugs for the night) saying that she wanted now

to have a view of  "the bride dressed in white" too

Goddess love her, to honor her as i do

humbly (but not too soon) i said to wit, "mumsie

there is just so much i can do as your son ;

i cannot bring the moon from the sky in here for you!"

then i remembered delightfully

that old zen move of how to move a mind

to surrender : i went outside

with a bucket filled with water

to catch the moon's reflection

and brought it back inside for her

(in fun - as a mind-bender can be) to see

The Beauty of The Mother

that had been just a second

ago only in the sky.

lets face it, inspiration comes from one

of those "undisclosed places" -

no matter from above or below/within - 

and thats when it hit me :

" fuck the bucket, boy,

nows the time to crack open that bottle of moon shine !"

and so it was up

at the zendo dada (that)

mother and son and moon

shine shone under one roof

as one (and as a group)

making the art of reality

as we "no" it ...go POOF!

my mother

the cover girl says,

" now wipe that smile off

your face! "

love you got

STILL WORKING ON THE MISSION OF RELEASING

i have come to understand releasing

in a way is re-leasing creativity

in another dimension

nothing gets destroyed

in the illusion

of having

...

i began with the fodder

in the sun

reviewing my life's worth of workship

and saving yet from the trash

a few still "must haves " :

some photos and the A&P store opening map

from supermarket sunday celebrated with my merry heartperson

 in her 50s prom dress and elbow length sheer gloves from the salvation army...

a map from seashore state park (va. beach)

where i  hung mirrors from  the trail's trees

and landed out in a pond to nakedly ponder

mother nature and a reverend mother's reflections...

a notice of a reading to be given at the local library

(given to my mother by my uncle)

by a certain bill (no relation to john henry)

who mistakenly thought he could hammer me

in the boys room on the weekend we were painting

scenery for the high school drama club ...

an annie sprinkle finger puppet, where you can let your fingers

do the walking - or whatever...

handed out from her "public cervix announcement"

{where my love also won her hot underwear}

and

a cartoon from my first walk-in friend, david,

(who was gay before he walked out - but not after)

who invested some money for me that got me a quick return

with enough to head

off to quetzalcoatl's tree at el tule outside oaxaca in 1987

reading, "after deep meditation i have decided that there can be

no inner peace without financial security"

and thats just the tip...

love you got

TODAY ( FOR MY BIRTHDAY ) I GIVE MYSELF AWAY

the fool on the hill

(of montclair)

registering high in the 60s
and

 honored by being

one in who's who in american collages

and still now
knowing joy is being in the present

 honored by being

 one registered in the academy of fools
and

 faithfully having sung for my dinner last night
 in my own rite

"will you still love me when i am 64?"

love you got

TALK ABOUT HEAVEN

after i had this one

angel from on high

speak to me this morning

 {The Way she did }

my brains got fried

so i am now handing in my resignation to every one

hear : that i am no longer here

to be serving

any one

anything

The Truth has set me free !

only in this die

men shun

can there be

an " i "

 who loves you

we all came

here to experience the Illusion

all for the admission price of an ego.

so who am i

to say

... anything more?

never the less love

you got

A CARROT FOR YOUR THOUGHTS

i know i know

i have said

 " if nirvana is god's carrot

i am  bugs bunny "

but

since taking a nip at so many

dangling delights in alignment with whats coming 

which have been posted 

to assist with the ascension

process by releasing the old programs

i am just  fucking out of my mind!

it must be karma

since one of the "real" jobs on my resume is

that i was a carrot on broadwy

- the made up ones

are actually easier to believe!

...

st.elmer of fud

(coming through a recent channeling in the field of pleasures)

has assured me

" you can have your carrot

and eat it too!"

&

as i am

lead to believe, there are more

ways to get to god

than carrots in farmer john's long johns!

coming out of my pen is

this from another nome de plume, U-sage

(meaning "rabbit" in jappanese...

chosen by my self  because, everything has a "usage" )

:

"is that a carrot in your ear?"

"what i cant hear you, i have a carrot in my ear"

love you got

THERE IS NO BLAME

there is no blame for the state you are in

(so even if you're in west virginia, get over it)!

yes, the way the whirled has us now

sometimes falling head over heels

as we're out and about

thinking of ascension

plan after ascension

plan, remember :

we live in a loving universe

which provides every healing

under the sun

at the drop of a wishbone!

...

as my angel

assures me

"everyone should be able to touch

his /her toes."

( and just between us, i have come to appreciate  head

never over heals ...it comes as it does

to do the job at hand

and leaves one feeling so rightly rooted in the world !)

love you got

THE PRICE OF BEING SELF EMPLOYED

as far back as i can remember i

have always been for playing

with myself at home

more than for working out

with office routines

in another person's business

the down side of this is that

i have had to be every body

at my own christmas parties

besides being santa

(and i admit i have always done a good job

by never giving away 

the presence of that one

to anyone else there )

the upside i imagine

if a case of sexual  harassment comes to be reported,

 it would be no doubt stemming from abusing myself

religiously over time

in the making of art for play (and fucking the prophets)!

{the red headline above shown was saved from going into the trash -

its up for grabs now}

love you got

PUT YOURSELF IN THE HANDS OF JESUS

maybe its "BLEEBLE MANIA" time?

i am not sure, but whatever it is that the Universe is handing us now -

 it is coming from our collective amusement park - no doubt

 its not just a grab bag and go past go to collect yourself

thing anymore {or even a gag gift being presented,

 by some divine party planner} but something

 is happening out there and in hear

isnt it mr. jones?

AND YOUR MAIN SQUEEZE IS....?

whatever grabs your fancy now

may all your pleasures con -

tribute to the up-liftment

of us all

&

leave the downers

speechless forever

holding their piece

love you got

(now go know - in my cleaning out

i came up with all of the above!)

POP GOES THE BLEEBLE !!!

when i worked on campus, (which i later discovered was just one word) this was one of my favorite toys!
i kept it in my treasure chest for tripping hippies ... some on bummers, some on good trips:

some found themselves flat on their face, others found god ... respectively, and i found them all.
in retrospect,  it was the beginning of my being a spiritual counselor.

i always found time for a good laugh, (no matter the line out my room was longer at times than that to see the midnight show of Fantasia !) like when the president of the college called me into his office to talk about "the drug problem on campus" and i broke the ice by saying, "yes, i know...most of the good sources have dried up!"

when my friend big deb squeezed mine to death, ( my Bleeble, not my Source) i wasn't laughing...i was just thankful i had managed to slip out of her hands in time!
but that didnt happen until after i had taken my friend (the bleeble - not big debs...altho i had taken her brother - but thats another story!) on my travels to europe in the summer of 1971. while waiting to pass the german customs on a train from amsterdam bound for denmark, i was feeling all of my relatives who had had a train ride to the death camps, and so as this official was eying me in my long hair and beard, ( i could see his suspicion stripping me for the shower) of being a dope smuggler, i felt like was in a double boiler. yes, he was certain he had a nabbed one, and as he proceeded to go through my backpack, dirty laundry and all, he was sniffing everything in hopes of finding the contraband. after a long whiff of my bubble bottle ( i could have told him LSD as no oder) he got to the box in which i carried my bleeble; he grinned. he was sure he had found it! as he asked me to open it, all eyes on the train were on the two of us. i lifted the lid off, to reveal first that lovely zen like bald head , and then gently took him into my palm with great care...the other passengers were really loving this...and slowly i squeezed my bleeble - it takes great concentration to pop one eye, then the other, then one ear and then the other - not all at once like a "slam bang, thank you mam" man!
i like to feel that the laughter that rocked the train that day was a karmic healing, as tiny an offering as it was, for all who had perished at the hands of the nazi. and even that officer, melted a bit, as he realized he had been fooled by his own beliefs...appearances are merely illusions of the greater illusion, arent they?
now i have another "main squeeze"...actually two; one is my love, and the other one ,well...

if life imitates art

is this the buddha's bleeble?

love you got

TROUBLE IN PARADISE (maybe)



what if heaven is up to us? 

not if we've had it up to here (stuck in the throat per chants, and not quite to the third eye, yet)...or that it is up to our tricks ( god jokes too,you know and no doubt just like mine, few get his/her punch lines!)...however , more like IF it is up to us to keep it up (has spiritual viagara come on the market yet?) and not be falling down on us one day like sky lab did.

while we have been taught to pray to the angles and god for help, and that one day we might come to experience "Heaven on Earth"... maybe it is up to us now to send loving thoughts to our angels, to god and to all of the above!

i know that Life is not a multiple choice test...as much as we are given choices to make, its just now that i am becoming aware at how even heaven might be tested...a pop quiz so to speak?

and if it is up to me, by god, i'd pass them all the answers, however i have no answers, because i didnt make up the test ( i do have some extra i shadow and blush to share - if any will just open to ask, you know by no doubt that you will receive!).

so today i am sending jesus all my love, and to The Creator too, and to all my angels, and spirit guides too...and the same goes out divinely to buddha, allah, all the hindu dieties, the great spirit of the native americans, the beings of the dream time, the egyptian, mayan and greek pantheons, as well as to the goddess in all her incarnations...and if i have left anyone out , (like from outer space) put your whole self in ...and shake it all about!

i survived being closed out of independent studies in college in order to know how to play the game!

seems like now there's a game going on above me...and its not strip poker in apartment 3RN, either-

besides we cant get any more naked to god than we already are in !

i cant say any more...i dont know more...other than i am being moved to make this my entry for today.

i learned years ago that we were all gods ...in training. and by god, if you want to keep on the right track, ( " i think i can, i think i can ") then just empty all the love that you have ever felt into one Thought, and see it rising to heal heaven now...and if per chants there is no trouble in paradise, may all that love just rain down upon us...and remember not to leave the cake out in the rain again!

love you got

SOMETHING ABOUT LOVELAND

when i first landed at the denver airport, even before i got to where princess dianna was waiting for me holding a sign up for "Myrtle"...altho i thought it was she who was dressed up as wonder woman, i was aware of a being walking towards me ,as i was like wise to him, and there was this instant recognition between us of knowing Oneself. i was just so excited  to be seeing my old friend again, that i didnt stop to get to know this new one. i let the same thing happen again when she and i were coming back into town after our healing time on the mountain ...however i did know where this chance encounter happened and was determined to find a way to get back and say "thank you for the dance".
the following is a letter i wrote to the city of loveland, in hopes someone there would know who this angel was:

Good morning , and thanks for responding.

I did not get the name of the gentleman in the pick-up truck outside the Chasteens Grove water treatment plant (on Aug 9th about 2pm) with whom I had that brief but delightful exchange....so here's hoping this  thank you finds its way to him, and if not, may this go out to all the people of Loveland, just the same.

Dear Sir,

I was photographing the sign at the water treatment plant when you pulled up to the white pick up I was  riding in.

You asked what we were up and I responded that we had just come back from a healing retreat. (I was wearing a t-shirt that read "One People One planet One God" .)

In fact, I was the one who came out from NYC to facilitate that retreat.

It just seemed so right to photograph the sign of "Loveland" since that was the space we

were in after coming down from the mountain.

I was taken by your radiant smile and the joyful energy that you shared with a stranger on the road.

However natural that was, or however small that "Howdy" may seem, I want to acknowledge how much that reinforced my belief that we are indeed one people living on a 

beautiful planet. I send you many blessing for making my day...

Nomaste ( "I salute the Divinity within you")

Rev. Glenn of Trees

Mission of The Creative Spirit

and this is the reply i received this morning:

Dear sir,
       I would like to take the time to say thank you for writing such a wonderful email/ letter.  I deeply regret not taking more time to talk to you as your energy and kindness was very refreshing.  I have had a rough very negative couple of weeks and meeting you helped bring that positive energy back into my life.  It's as I teach my children every positive  impact you can have in someone's life either brief or long term can last a lifetime.  You have done this for me and I in return try do the same for people in my life now or in the future.  There is no greater power in this world than kindness and love, and thanks to you, you have proven this to be true.  Thank you for helping me in my time of low energy to bring me back where I need to be in my life.  Nameste to you as well.  May your travels and teachings bless others and bring them the same positive in their lives.
       There are a lot of wonderful people in this world that would have done the same. Thank you once again for lifting me back up.  May your travels and life be blessed.

and so i am in awe of the love, land, and heavens above that reinforce my being at one with all Life.

love you got 

ABOUT THAT ROCKIE MOUNTAIN HIGH...

yes virginia, when one is clearly reflecting the light of another ( in this case, "princess dianna lord smiley face") the mirror image of the writing on the T, squarely cannot be mistaken : One God .One Planet. One People.
i have been away... intiating and teaching a Reiki master high in the rockies.
usually i will apprentice one with me for over a good year, so as not to tire either of us...sometimes we need to be flexible. knowing " her highness" since college days, ( i actually recognized her royalty and gave her that name when she first appeared one homecoming in front of an inflatable castle!) i knew we could reach our goal in a bit more than a week's timelessness with our two focused hearts.
dianna's friend, mary ann, gifted us with her "cabin" in the woods - it was not the one "maybe with electricity,and hopefully without an out house" in my mind when i first was invited there as an alternative to be teaching at the zendo dada - it was a most gracious space in which our teaching was accomplished, besides the darkest (as in the night ) and most quiet space i have experienced, since my last astral projection. i was in the treetops of the aspen and pines...a far cry from the dirt and noise of nyc ( indirectly matched  by the horror of coming home to find the owner of the gay bar that is about to open under my apartment has chosen a heavy rusty door with an axe embedded in it for a handle...still playing dungeons and [with your] drag ons? come out come out in the light wherever you are !)
little did i remember that in the master training, all are taken up in The Light, master and pupils together!
{i pause here to be a bit political, as it does come up in the teaching : there is no way in my mind that one can have this kind of Reiki experience, either by being initiated on line or by watching a video...the master-initiate relationship is a uniquely personal one and many so called masters, miss this point. i am also one of those old masters who honors the tradtional practice of keeping the "sacred" symbols out of print and unspoken in front of the unitiated...this is per chance the only place where i am "tradtional"!)
and "by george, she got it!" (from sun up till sun down...with a break here and there for laughs and reflections)
we were careful not to burn out , and when we needed to excelerate the intensive, we did...like the cow jumping over the moon.
i am aware that i am not so much the one who is making a master as i am the one passing on all that i am a ware of.
the greatest lesson came, in a sad (and yet perfect) way when i was to show princess dianna how to initiate another to the first degree... to a long time friend (who had run wild with me on the beach outside the edgar casey center) now wheelchair bound, and bound too in a rather unhealthy relationship, as i see it.
her partner took the time to make this visit all about himself, and without so much as even first asking to touch me,  pounced upon my being and proceeded to do his brand of healing on me. ( i surrendered to Love, and surrounded myself with Light, so as not to be branded or cause a scene - never mind, i was told i had no choice, i knew other wise! he informed me that were i not to take his "offer" he would have had to leave the room because, as he put it, he was going to vomit from all the negative energy he was picking up from me!) [well, yeah pal... like i really wasnt looking forward to being around your manipulative personality again. ] and then this "healer" gave his feed back (without asking for permission) in the company of my pupil and friend , both of whom had already akwardly sat through his performance of power. not content with that alone, he went on mindlessly to down play Reiki as not being as potent as his healing.
my friend never got to receive her initiation, since it no longer felft right to remain there.
my pupil had her eye open the whole time, and we were able to use this experience as a valuable teaching...
of sorts!

                                                   going home lighter
                                                   having passed on the Reiki

                                                   a matchless teaching

                                                        Q: when is Reiki not Reiki
                                                        A: when it drops out from the master's koan

{and please for anyone who is not a Reiki master, do not read this book pictured above...i bought whatever copies i found at the bookstore,when it first came into print, only to keep it off the shelf. while i understand the writer's intentions, her story alone at how she had to beat the information out of a master, and was never initiated as a one herself, is another one of those sad and valuable lessons, from my perspective.}

love you got