The world is like a little child, begging us
to come out of our heart home and play.
Come out and play with me for a little while!
Then when the longing returns —
to be home again — what a happy thought!
Heart is where the home is!
And here it has been,
right within me, all this time!
ALICE’S VISION DURING A LONG MEDITATION: MEN AS CHILDREN OF GOD
MEN AND DESIRE
NONDUALITY
I AM THAT ETERNAL FLAME, A POEM BY ALICE B. CLAGETT
LORD KRISHNA’S MANTRA OF LIBERATION
FOOTNOTES
Dear Ones,
THE FUTURE ROLE OF MEN
I see it can be very hard for men in these days of the great change. In aeons past, they have been the great Protectors, the Wise Shepherds of this World.
I had an interesting experience the night before last. My EMF (electromagnetic field) was huge, gigantic really. Joined to me in an etheric act of sex was a man.
Though he felt he was the only man, I sensed many men there too, each with a different woman.
Though each man felt he was the man performing this act, and each woman felt she was the woman performing this act, yet I sensed each was my own Soul, performing this act with my own physical body.
In one sense, we cause the act of sexual delight, each with another partner.
In another sense, we are the Cause, and we are the Partner.
In another sense, there is no Cause and no Partner, and yet, there is that Experience of Supreme Joy.
I had a vision once, in the early 2000’s. I was meditating in an Indian-style temple. It was during a long evening meditations, interspersed with some beautiful kirtan.
There was a courtyard outside. Both day and night it sparkled with blue white light, not just down near the ground, where people walked, but high up into the sky.
In my vision, Lord Krishna sat in the courtyard. His etheric essence filled the courtyard, shimmering out into the temple and the parking lot, and higher still. He held his hand out in front of him, at heart level, cupped.
In his hand sat a person playing kirtan, completely immersed in Divine love. The picture above reminds me a little of my vision.
I AM THAT ETERNAL FLAME
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
27 January 2015
I am that Eternal Flame.
I am the Light and the Life.
I am the Way and the One who has found it.
I am the Dark that shapes this Light.
I am the All.
I am that within the All,
nurtured and nurturing.
Always the flame.
Ever changing.
LORD KRISHNA’S MANTRA OF LIBERATION
Video: “Om Namoh Bhagavate Vasudevaya” a mantra of Lord Krishna, as performed by Krishna Das, posted by felizporeleccion, 12 April 2012 … https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j3qyxosBDTg .. This is a Mukti (liberation) mantra and a spiritual formula for attaining freedom.
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FOOTNOTES
(1) I feel it is a mistake to imagine these are two separate people.
Rather, to me it seems this is a picture of the One God, at one with His Creation.
So then, as a man identifying with Godness, how can he look down on woman, who is one with him?
Is it not true that a woman bore us?
Who then is higher? Who lower?
If we are That, is She not the Source of That?
Guru Nanak wrote a beautiful prayer about this. See Citation: “Raag Aasaa Mehala 1” by Guru Nanak, Page 473;http://www.srigurugranth.org/0473.html .., Search the term: From woman … and then read the following text.
Written in 2011; published on 2 January 2019; blog republished on 30 June 2020
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
Whether the Wind Blow, A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Dear Ones,
Here is a visionary poem I wrote in 2011. There is a Summary after the video …
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
Hello, Dear Ones, It’s Alice.
I have a poem for you that I wrote a long time ago. There are two words that sound alike in it. The sound is /bôrn/ and the first one … ‘born’ … has the usual meaning. The second one … ‘bourne’ … sounds alike but is spelled differently; it means ‘carried’. Here is the poem …
Whether the Wind Blow
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett 2011
Whether the wind blow
or no
whether we be born
or breathed into being
or bourne, naught but eyes,
beyond ever so far
unblinking
on that breeze that flows
sparkling
between the galaxies …
If memory serves,
it was so.
So may it ever be.
Postlude
[photos of pink azaleas]
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–from Link: “Whether the Wind Blow,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, written in 2011; published on 2 January 2019; blog republished on 30 June 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-iZd ..
Image: “Sylph of the Air, Santa Paula, California,” by Alice B. Clagett, 16 April 2017, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Sylph of the Air, Santa Paula, California,” by Alice B. Clagett, 16 April 2017, CC BY-SA 4.0
STONEGATE I
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett 16 April 2017
Before Time was, I am
When all that is . . . was but a whisper on the wind . . . I was that wind.
And finer still, . . . the wind behind the wind . . . the hour before the day . . .. . . underscores sky . . .. . . with a horizon
The breath within the breath . . . The sigh within dawn’s . . . eye-bright, healing light . . . that tumbles down upon . . . the gate within this stone
This place of dread, dark fire
This mountain called desire . . . pry that stone gate . . . to my remembered Star
Image: “Sunset in the Desert,” by Alice B. Clagett, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Sunset in the Desert,” by Alice B. Clagett, CC BY-SA 4.0
