Showing posts with label healing illusion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label healing illusion. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

A Thousand Beatiful Swords (POEM)


A thousand beautiful swords
Gleaming and graced,
How will you wield them
Will you deform your own face?
If your face be near
As well as far
Every stranger a looking glass
To see and heal
All your ancient scars.
A thousand beautiful swords
Full of strength and might
How will you wield them
To ravage another’s sight?
The brother’s eye you seek to
Pluck,
My dear one,
It is your own.
All this world’s
A hall of mirrors
No other faces,
Always your own.
Drink deep this elixir
Contained within my words
Let it reach every sinew
Every fiber
Every nerve,
Let it heal you of your afflictions
Your sorrow and your pain
Your oft regarded memories
So twisted, distorted, stained.
The fable writer lives amongst you
In your very house
Always crafting
Scheming
Have you feeling less than, scorned.
Drink deep this balm of Gilead
Let it lift your gaze
To the One who is eternal
Birthless, Deathless
Never on display.
These shops and stores
Catering to your tastes
Never quenching deep your seeking
Distractions for your pain.
Drink deep this clean elixir
Shake off your mortal coil
Come alive as Spirit
Amongst your brethren
And their toil.
You hold the light you seek
Dear One,
It’s never in another’s cave
It’s time to see the mirror clearly
Returning, free, unscathed.
There is no battle to be won
No flag that need be raised.
Your Holy Oaths
Serve only to protect you
While walking through illusion
Remembering This Grace.
Put down your weapons Dear One,
Sit tall
Breathe deep
And turn within
All answers of your seeking
Pulse bright along your veins
Be grateful I have told you
These words your soul lays bare.
Your faith is your protection
It’s drumbeat sings your Name.
The trust you hone
Will lead you home
Cleanse all the splinters

Beams and motes
From your downward gaze.
Join me on this journey
Dance o’er the quicksands
Lifted in your stage
You’re ready for this
Great emancipation
You never were a slave.
Freedom lives within you
Dear One,
And long before your grave,
If you choose it deeply
And walk it in my Name.


ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 2011  Scott Patrick Schwenk  3/30/2011

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Awakening The Net of Support ~ ECSTATIC BREATHWORK This Sunday~ 10/3 5:30-7pm @The Hub



Sunday, October 3rd ~ 5:30pm-7pm ~ The Hub (West LA) 



Net of Support or Web of Illusion ~ The Gift of Clarity

There’s a potent teaching story from India that’s been handed down through the generations.  It’s about cultivating what in Sanskrit is called ‘Viveka’ or ‘Discrimination’.  The story talks about a dirt road outside of a rural village at night.  Walking along this road, up ahead appears something long, large, and ominous laying across the road.  Is it one of the jungle’s enormous snakes waiting to make you into dinner?  Or is it a large length of rope that fell off a wagon passing through the village?  The mind is so creative...if it believes the object is a dangerous snake, watch the thoughts and emotions is spins, pushing adrenaline through the body.  If the mind sees a rope, all remains calm.

We’ve all got circumstances.  We’ve all got other humans in our lives.  And most of all, we’ve got ourselves all day every day.  When the Light of Discrimination is Awakened, Intuition and Clarity are available as part of a vast and potent Net of Support that is felt, recognized, and let in.  When this lamp of discrimination is not lit, or dim, any one of us can get caught in the Web of Illusion.

This Sunday, we’ll work with the breath, and more specifically, the profound Awareness that moves on the breath to brighten this Light of Discrimination and Clarity.  And here’s an extra tidbit ~ Self-Love is both fuel and an outcome of this Light!  Join us!!

Breath Deep. Heart Awake. Body Soft. Attention Clear and Present.

Join Us.


When:       SUNDAY night 10/3/10  5:30-7pm   
                    ((Arrive early to avoid being late))
Exchange:       $35
Where:      The Hub (http://thehub-la.com)
                    2001 S Barrington Ave, Suite 150, Los Angeles, CA 90025-5363 US
                    { S Barrington Ave between LaGrange and Mississippi }
                    Entrance for the Hub is located on street level at the ground floor of the
                    parking structure located on South Barrington Avenue.
Bring:          Yoga mat and/or blanket-we'll be sitting on the floor at first then lying down
                     for the breathwork.
RSVP:        You can reserve your spot through The Hub  310-575-4200


These ECSTATIC BREATHWORKSHOPS are nothing less than a journey deeper into the experience and expression of who and what you are, a journey into the Heart of Freedom within.  Through a simple and powerful breathing meditation, you gain and deepen the tools for seeing past your former limitations, gain muscle for being your own best ally, teacher, and healer, and deeply taste a place free of insecurity, full of self-love.

LOVE,
SCOTT
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Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Does being needed = Love?




How many years did I cultivate ways to be needed as a way to get love?  Seems like it started around age 4 when my Dad had a big identity crisis that pushed him to clean out the bank accounts and leave town to find himself with no intention of returning (albeit without announcing any of this in advance to my mother or me).  I came downstairs to find my mother, having just put the pieces together, in pieces crying in the dark on the living room sofa.  At that moment, I lost my innocence.  My mother's pain was so big for her that she had become completely withdrawn in that moment.  Very scary for a sensitive, empathic little boy. The only way I knew to connect was to become the fixer...to be needed.  On a non-verbal, pre-rational level, I stopped trusting love and closed my heart, surrounding it with a thick coating of fear that promised to protect me and keep me safe from any future pain.

I spent years, and thousands of hours and dollars pouring over books, teachings, and teachers to become invaluable...indispensible, and needed.  The energy that came back to me in moments where I was needed was generally not love, and if indeed it was love, I could rarely feel it as love, given the saran-wrap of fear surrounding my heart.  Real love triggered fear of abandonment...and a whole set of reflexes bent on proving my value and worth correlate with the degree of love coming my way.  All this created was drama, power-struggles, and deep loneliness to feel seen, heard, and included...a feeling of being invisible, except for the times when I would be able to come to someone's rescue.

There have been many deep moments of love and connection in my life.  However, my ability to root deeply into them through self-love was fleeting.  Training to become a healer has been my education about Love.  Through learning how to help other people connect to Truth and Love, I have been taken on the same journey.  This journey has no end.  Just as the Universe continues to expand and create more life, there seems to be infinite depth to the realization and embodiment of Love.  Love without a reason, Love without a cause, Love without any conditions.

The more I love me, the more I feel love for everything and from everything.  When I'm believing the insane voice of insecurity, there's no love...just power struggles with all of life that don't go anywhere expansive or uplifting.

The latest catalyst came my way in June of this year as I was reading early drafts of my friend and mentor David Elliott's second book HEALING.  I've been hearing about self-love for years.  Something in me was ready to let self-love wake up within me in palpable and grounded ways in the last number of months.  Something about me has irrevocably opened to Love.  Every aspect of my life is a different experience because of it.  Remarkably different.  Even my body.  And for all the transformation that's gone down in the last number of months, I know I've only begun to scratch the surface of what's possible.  

I'd say it's the first exercise in the book...the one that asks me to make a list of all the ways I love myself...to do this daily until it becomes easy to recognize and feel.  Working with this exercise day-in and day-out...remembering, forgetting, remembering, forgetting, remembering, and remembering.....

The gold in this book is in the practicing.  It's in cultivating the discipline long enough to out-create the illusions of being separate, alone, insecure, unworthy, etc.  Are you worth it?  I know I am.  And from my point-of-view, either everyone is worth it, or no one is.  We are all worth it.  That's just how it is.

Today I was with a new friend for a delicious home-made lunch.  I met him fairly recently, and noticed a deep attraction arising on my end that I had thought was mutual.  However, as I leaned into it a little deeper in the last few days, I noticed that there was a strong sexual energy moving through me when I thought of him that wasn't moving through my heart.  There were two distinct flavors in my experience of my energy while thinking of him:  one of the spiritual seeker with a big heart within him, the other as pure physical desire.

This morning, prior to our lunch, I was meditating.  In meditation, my intuition suggested there was likely some sexual abuse energy around the friend that was triggering old patterns in me that were rooted in similar energy...an old energy that says things like, "Take a short-cut...sex will get you the love and intimacy you crave," and other lies.  As it was arising, I was guided to connect more deeply to self-love and be willing to see that this person may indeed not be a romantic partner for me at this time.  That this may be a relationship that teaches me more about clarity with love and clarity with what love is not.

At lunch, he was sharing about a family member with addiction prominently in her life.  I smelled the energy of sexual abuse, and took the risk of asking...at which point, he shared that not only did she have it, but he too had sexual abuse in his life at an early age.  This energy that he carries, that I have been looking at within myself, is very psychic.  It can spot other people with similar energies stored or suppressed in their body and emotions and stimulate it to make a connection that is not based on love, but based on neediness and insecurity.  

Putting this on the table in our conversation; establishing that at this time our relationship is not set up to be a romantic one, gives both of us the freedom to be honest, risk opening our hearts a little wider, and share in the journey of healing.

The more each of us steps into courage and speaks and writes about these energies, the sooner Love, real Love, will become easier to spot and connect with.

It is time to lay aside the illusions -- the anger, fear, and sadness do not protect us.  They do not nurture us.  They have become adept at creating the illusion of love.  It is time for LOVE.  Love is not a peak experience, it is not something that can be given or taken.  Love can only be demonstrated within oneself, within myself.  As I love myself in your presence, something powerful happens.  And it's always amazing to me.

David's book, with the exercises, and breathing meditations are one of the cleanest supports I've seen for this awakening.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Head Over Heals

As I fall
ever deeper
into the wildest abyss,
"I" discovers abyss
to be a particle of attention.

This pulsing photon
rooted, you see,
in the
sometime phantasmagorical
idea that something is missing.

With the pulse
of the photon,
goes the pulse
of my attention.

In

Out

In

Out...a pause

'What? Huh?
Where am I?'

Groggily wiping
the sleep of aeons
from the corners of
my seeing.

'Have I been
sleeping?' he poses...

Bones a little stiff,
moving about the room
in the splash of Sun
illuminating the Eastern corner,
this Lucidity continues,
unabated.

Falling,
Still Falling,
only now the thrill of
not grasping
replaces
heaving gasps
for air
and sure ground...

As I fall deeper
out of the Causal Delta,
I spy an intimately worn key
deftly inserted into the
determined lock on
the old cobwebbed doorway...

In only a few moments of focus,
the key pulses,
expands,
currents of breathing racing into
my lungs,
wind caressing the tops of my feet...

"OH...This....!!!

Self-Love,
the causeway,
tasting the ordinary ecstasy of this fullness;
this fullness where judging you is
the wildly raucous
punchline to the joke of separation.

Scott Patrick Schwenk 9/18/09