A lot of people confuse “intent” with “intending” only because they have the same root. Intent, however, as someone just pointed out on a friend’s post refers to the divine impulse that moves the totality of your being in accord with higher will. Intent is never about what “I want to do”, “I plan”, or “I intend”. It is, instead, an act complete in the way in which it unifies all opposites (doing and not doing) and allows the unity of the divine to act through us. In other words, true intent is a “non-doing” of the ego and an act of the infinite.
“The Golden Flower is one of my most treasured possessions. One of a very small collections of books that speak my secret language, that until I started reading these words had eluded me. Turning each page was an act of discovery followed then by the most profound remembrance. Each word was spun not only by a master who knew the secrets of dreams from firsthand experience, but a poet who graced each word with the transformative magic that gave grist for the discursive mind, but more importantly, stirred the soul and called me home.”
–Gerald Porter, Ph.D., Provost and Senior Vice President, Fielding Graduate University
I have been moving between worlds, realities, and planes since before I learned to walk in my present physical body. For a few years, I thought everyone knew how to do this. As I grew up and got trained by some of the best, I even managed to bring a few talented voyagers along with me on a one on one basis. But it wasn’t until EJ Gold showed me in person how to take a full group of people into Bardo Town that something clicked fully, allowing me to navigate between worlds and conduct effective missions with the entire school. Something was fully groked during those bardo safaris where Leslie Ann and EJ took us to Bardo Town.
His pointers about worlds navigation and group voyaging are the basis of future technologies, and no serious shaman or magician should neglect them. EJ’s training in gaming is the best training in shamanic voyaging available to the public, bar none.
“How surprising it was not to find here a book, but an inheritance, connected to the forces of the universe that shall bring you back to your source. The Golden Flower is written in such a way that you experience being in front of Koyote the Blind, listening to his words and silences, discovering his emotions… we know that the beings of knowledge refuse to teach, since the transcendental gnosis is so sublime, and can only give an inheritance for us, the children of hope.“
–Dr. Eric De la Parra, President of Colinde International
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She comes to me naked, in the purity of her presence, without the garments of light, sounds, life and thought.
I’ve known her longer than myself. I’ve known her before I, before time, before the memory of her.
I have seemed to forget her, and in the dark dungeons of forgetfulness, in that mindless chaos of existence, I looked for her.
She was there, always, hidden in every desire and every which pain.
Behind every corner of thought, peeking or waiting at the periphery of the horizon of time and experience, she shines eternally in relentless and unwavering wait.
She weaves and undoes the endless tapestry of existence phenomenal, waiting for the beloved to come to her as vagabond, worthless suitor, with his only claim in the secret chamber of his heart–an arrow certain and true.
She comes to me naked, silent, and I am blinded and deafened by her all consuming touch.
Our destiny is often not what our egos and personalities have come to want. The words of others telling us what to become are often false guides. Only the nature of your true self provides the reason for your incarnation and the direction of your spirit. The key is to simply find yourself, and connect to that silent center as you live your life. The thinking mind doesn’t really need to be the one aware of our destiny, because there’s an invisible hand drawing our story. That hand is the truth of yourself, your essence. Trust in it. Listen in silence, and your destiny will be the most sure and immovable part of your experience in this life.
To really destroy the ego would be as useful as destroying the body, intelligence, creativity, language, etc. The ego is a construct we create to navigate and experience this world. Why get rid of it—eve if such a thing could be functionally possible? No, the ego is a magnificent tool. We must learn to use it well. The key, unlike many falsely teach, is not to destroy it, and not even to weaken it.
The key is to make it an efficient, well crafted, strong, and equilibrated tool. To do this, you must not let the ego be the boss of you. It is a part of you and your tool. The ego that ignores the master is unbalanced, afraid, and out of control. Train it well, keep it healthy and strong, and it will be a worthy avatar to your earthly experience.
Clear waters shinning
sun, stars, and moon from within;
for my eyes to drink.
In the past few months, my dear friend, Jenny Gotts, came to visit me a couple of times. We would discuss her birth chart, her path of destiny, and in those talks she came to see how her life had unfolded in such a beautiful expression of her pure will.
She came to see in her present life a true fulfillment of her destiny, where the deeper and unknown parts of herself were manifesting effortlessly, and helping so many guests who would come to her home, where she and Harry would graciously host inspiring events, and where so many souls found healing, inspiration, guidance, and joy.
“I don’t know how it happens,” she’d say to me, “I don’t really do anything, but everything seems to confabulate to make a difference for people that come to my house.”
Whether it was the labyrinth, a weekend at the cabin, a vision quest, a sweat lodge, or her beloved Tuesday Group, countless journeys were made easier and more joyful because Jenny was there for them.
In one of these talks, just a few weeks before her crossing over, I wrote this haiku for her. I can’t help but look at it over and over as I contemplate her happy smile and loving presence in her last weeks, as she was saying her good byes. I’m showing her haiku here against the background of her beautiful stained glass pieces, with the sweet rose of her loving heart.
Slowly glides the star
across a rushing heaven,
going whence I came.
Whose child is that soul,
staring back at me at night
behind mirror’s eyes?