Awaken Consciousness Magazine

multum in parvo

feel the nothing

by Jason Pelopida

Consciousness absorbs emptiness
The vacuum that is the meaning
But no meaning at all
Now fully concentrated in the brain
Blood merging with pure space
Seeing with eyes glazed over
Hearing with a steady, consistent vibration
The ultimate speed that is still
The body in place, one with the universe
A waking death
All dimensions coalesce
Pinpoint, Disappearance
Knowing without thought 

Jason Pelopida is a mental health clinician with an interest in human psychology, self-improvement, and increasing conscious awareness. He lives in Plainville, Massachusetts.

Light

by Nahshon Cook

The light of God
is people in love

Nahshon Cook’s poems have appeared in literary publications which have included The Houston Literary Review and Post Poetry Magazine. His first collection of poetry A New Beginning was published in January 2010 by Paper Flower Press. He has poems forthcoming in the Salmon anthology Dog’s Singing. He lives in Denver, Colorado.

Elemental Supplication

by Lizette Luke

Awaken my soul
Shake off the shackles which
Fetter my mind
Sweep the cobwebs of laziness
Far from me
Thrust complacency to the
Bottomless pit
Energy, flow through my
Living thoughts
Permeate every fiber
Of my being
To rise above tedious doldrums
Of senseless acts
Unite me to the Eternal
Ring of truth
Raise hallowed mankind
Ever higher
Until transcendent thought is
Only the beginning

Lizette Luke is a seeker of truth. She studies quantum physics, meditation, religion, spirituality and philosophy. She is finalizing a technique that incorporates quantum mechanics and spiritual healing into a practical, applicable technique. She is writing a book that illuminates this technique and explains quantum-related insights pivotal to human transformation.

Promising Horizons

by Alex Chornyj

Each morning as you do your meditation
Facing the rising sun in the east
You receive the distinct impression
You’re not alone in the silent room.
There are others present
Of an astral nature
With their circular hues
Dancing about this inner sanctum.
Which brings you comfort
Knowing you’ve created
Such a quiet ambiance
Drawing light body silhouettes.
Who augment an atmosphere
In its pristine innocence
Amplifying an effect
From a singular,
To a collective consciousness
Once initiated by one
Like a soft voice in the forest
Then becomes symphonic,
By those with a similar affinity
Adding their tones to a harmony
Attaching to a wind
To instill a meandering peace.
That winds its weaving way
Filling in the hollows
Such a flow once commenced
Will revolve on a cosmic axis.
You opened an airway
Through which sound and light
Found a channel to emerge
Along these lines sparkles inundate.
A ritual evolves to a tradition
A legacy with no limits
In you was so found
The means to release scintillations.
When merged with many vocal chords
So conveys a synchronistic harp
To expand, then elicit
To culminate in promising horizons.

Alex Chornyj is a reiki master teacher. Alex has been published in White Mountain Publications, Articulations, The Tower Journal, The Canadian Federation Of Poetry, online at www.artistsforabetterworld.org and in many Blog Talk Radio spoken word programs such as “Shaman’s Hand” and “Poetry Super Highway.”  Alex currently resides in Canada.

Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters!

by Amy Pierce

Heaven’s realm is not so far from you; experiencing its reality simply requires a shift in self-perception and a willingness by you carpenters, you creators of the human sort, to raise high the roof beam.

For eons, humans have existed in (and of) the belief in their separation from God, the Source of All Existence, rather than in their Oneness with It. Indeed, aspects of the belief as expressed for the past two millennia go so far as to purport that your very existence is “dirty,” that you are flawed by something called original sin. It is preached in places all over your globe that the only way “in” to the heavenly realms is by believing that one, and only one, of Earth’s many gloried teachers is the only child of God. The consequence, it is told, of not being a believer is exile from the realm of life into a living death, located somewhere within the fiery regions of the bowels of earth (which itself is just a waystation to be used, even exploited).

Over thousands of years, Truth has been distorted and bent by the will of those wishing to amass and wield power over others. One of the most damaging and destructive forces resulting from the separation belief, avarice, wears the false face of superiority and brims over with arrogance. Greed exists totally without thought for either one’s fellow human beings or their companion kingdoms.

Truth, so often distorted and bent, still remains. As the higher-reaching consciousness of many of Earth’s inhabitants continues to cast greater and greater light upon the fearful side of humanity, greed’s destruction and strength becomes more chaotic and visible. Such escalation is to be expected, given that it is in a fight to its death. Be assured, it will not survive in the times ahead. And while your generation will not likely see the end of the greed that has ruled much of your planet for eons, your great-grandchildren will be living in a time of Light, an era filled with love, compassion, and communion with all living things. Once more your planet and all its creations will exist in a state of true and grand harmony.

What each of you does everyday contributes to that coming era, everything you think and communicate and create is now, at this moment, helping to build that expression of total love, or At-One-ment. So just because you will not behold such beauty in your lifetime, do not think that your living at this moment in history has no bearing upon that time of the new Earth. In fact, if you are reading this message, then your living now has everything to do with what is to come, for your current generations are the wayshowers, midwives, carpenters, and architects of a new day. Those of you being the change are, in fact, creating the change, which is given life out of the shifts in your thinking and your ways of living and loving. As your consciousness moves to higher levels, you embrace At-One-ment first through genuine Self-ness and Self Love. Through this foundational shift away from the separation belief, you transmute the false, but deadly, energies of original sin to those of original love, the origin of your existence. In so doing, you raise high the roof beam, making way for “the bridegroom, taller far than any man.”*

Yes, you are indeed the architects of the energies giving rise to the new Earth where the old ways can no longer be supported. You are carpenters following the Soul’s blueprint to the fertile, fecund Ground of Being, which in truth you have never left, and to which you are innocently returning. Your inner healing, your inner “lightening” work, is the microcosm of the upcoming planetary macrocosm, in expression several generations hence. Likewise, the new Earth becomes the microcosm of the Great Macrocosm, the Heart of Love.

Know, then, that as you give birth to a healed human being, you create a healed planet, which amplifies and reflects the Mind of the Heart of God, accomplishing “the miracles of the One Thing.”** As above, so below; as below, so above.” Raise high the roof beam, carpenters!

Blessed Be.

*Sappho: Raise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.

**Hermes Trismegistus: “That which is Below corresponds to that which is Above, and that which is Above, corresponds to that which is Below, to accomplish the miracles of the One Thing.”

Amy Pierce is an ordained Minister in Integrative Healing with a Master’s degree in Applied Healing Arts. She is well known in North Carolina’s Triangle region for her holistic, ecumenical approach to spirit mind body healing through her teaching and writing, as well as her counseling ministries. Visit  www.authenticself.us or read Amy’s blog: In Spiritual Wonder.

Patience

by Elaina Ellis

One day you will open a window, that opens to a field, that opens to a
sky, that is big enough to hold the stories you’ve been told. So you
will no longer have to carry them, like a bundle of splintering wood
for a fire that is always either hungry or spitting bitter. Instead,
you will throw out unencumbered arms like dusty shutters, inviting
Spring or Armistice. You will laugh, a weightless avalanche of
relief. It will tumble: your laughter will erode whole mountains of
regret, and you will watch how it all falls down. Falls deep. Seeds
itself in a legion of embryo pods. You will watch yourself begin
again, again. Embers and pebbles and rusty screws, cocooned as they
are orphaned. You will no longer parent them, as you leave them
glowing there, like some nuclear apology. You will give up, and give
in. You’ll go running through a whole sea of wild faces, nodding yes,
on a million stalks that bend and stretch like so many thin green
necks.

Elaina M. Ellis is en route to receiving her MFA in Creative Writing from Antioch University Los Angeles. She teaches at Bent Writing Institute in Seattle, and is published in Push Magazine and in two chapbooks, Kind of Animal and Poundcake. Learn more about Elaina’s work and worship at www.tumbleme.org

True Love

by Sobia Fayyaz

Today I visited many places
A mosque, a battlefield, a brothel, and a palace

Today I touched many faces
A man’s, a woman’s, a child’s and a eunuch’s

Today I saw many races
Blacks, whites, browns and the poorest of the poor

Today I wriggled out of the mazes
Of wealth, status, lineage and gender

Today I was summoned by my long-lost soul
Who dwelled on the seashore and had feathers of gold

Today my soul held me in an eternal embrace
And together we flew off to a far-away place

Today I saw the Earth from a different perspective
Where past, present and future were one; time

Today I witnessed strange unions
Of knowledge & wisdom, youth & age and crime & remorse

Today I tiptoed on the sharp blades of time’s ruthless knife
Today I was a king, a pauper, a courtesan and a wife

Today I prostrated to the God, a Buddha, an idol and the sun
Today I offered ablutions in milk, honey, blood and dirt

Today I mounted the clouds, became the dew, and the nectar of the reddest rose
Today I became the trampled ground, the polluted air and the raped nature

Today I was a suicide bomber, a martyr, a priest, and a politician
Today I became the bed of lovers, the lust of an aggressor and the nipple of a nursing mother

Today I was a guest of the constellation, the moon, the galaxies and the depths of ocean
Today my soul made love to me in all the ways I had imagined

Today my soul kissed me and awakened a consciousness of a highest degree
Today I discovered true piety lies not in religions but in love for humanity

Sobia Fayyaz is a communicator by profession and a freelance journalist by choice. She has a master’s degree in mass communication and postgraduate in corporate communications. She is an internationally published writer and her poems have been featured in Pulse, Global Woman Magazine and Pittsburgh Post-Gazette.

Cartesian Doubt Revisited

by Catherine OBrian

At the core, uncontrolled
fires melt metallic dreams
neither realized nor remembered,

So rapidly are they rendered
amorphous in the flaming furnace
of the dreamer’s subconscious mind.

Beyond the biological determinism
of deoxyribonucleic acid, dopamine,
and molecularly imprinted memories,

Does free will exist or is it merely
a conceit that science will dismiss
with other dated dogmas, Cartesian
dualism and the pope’s flat earth?

Am I sitting beside you in blissful
contentment at the dictate of genes
and neurotransmitters, or do character and
love transcend molecular machinations?

Smiling you reply that relationships
shape us and I should not lose sleep
over the number of neurotransmitters
that might dance on the head of a pin.

Catherine OBrian is a medical writer with a background in academic biomedical sciences. She has over one hundred scientific publications, but is relatively new to creative writing. She is a member of the Poetry Center of Chicago and has a poem accepted for publication at Penny Ante Feud.

Editor’s Note: “Cartesian Doubt Revisited” originally appeared in Miller’s Pond Poetry Magazine.

Awakening and Self Effort

by Julie Hoyle

Coral Beach, Grand Bahama Island

Early one Sunday morning in the early 1980′s, I was running up a steep hill on the Bahamian island of New Providence, in an area downtown, near the elegant Governor General’s house.  It was a beautiful day in mid-January and cool enough to be able to run at 10 am.  Along with forty or so members of a for-fun running club, I was racing along, intent on finding a trail laid out using flour.

To my left, was an old, gray, stone church.  On the outside of the structure, were white, slatted windows that swung out and were held in place by support rods.  As I pounded up and over the arc of the hill, I suddenly heard the refrain of a hymn carried by the breeze. It was unexpected and sung with such force, it flooded my senses, instantly carrying me to a place I seemed to recognize but had not visited for a long, long time.  In that moment, my legs wobbled beneath me, my heart opened and I began to cry, wondering why the hymn would move me so and what this could mean.

In the Sufi tradition, a moment like this is called, “Dhikr,” the chanting or singing of Divine names in order to initiate remembrance of God.  It is the practice of venturing away from worldly focus toward the inner call of the soul.  Although I did not realize it at the time, the power of the congregants singing was a beautiful gift which invited a ‘turning of the heart’ toward God. It was here, in this profound moment that my spiritual journey began.

Looking back, I came to understand that this moment marked the opening of an inner doorway that could never be closed again.  After that, my life suddenly began to take odd twists and turns until I was brought into the company of an Enlightened Master who gave Shaktipat initiation, the awakening of the spiritual energy.

Since then, there have been continuous turnings and openings of the heart which have had a three-fold effect: one an awakening to the awareness of the ‘Consciousness of Oneness’, two a deepening desire to do the inner work and three, a willingness to support and encourage others on their own inner journey.

Thich Nhat Hahn expresses this beautifully when he writes:

“You are me and I am you.

It is obvious that we are inter-are.

You cultivate the flower in yourself so that I will be beautiful.

I transform the garbage in my-self so that you do not have to suffer.

I support you, you support me.

I am here to bring you peace.

You are here to bring me joy.”

Knowing that we ‘inter-are’, there are simple Self Inquiry questions we can contemplate to connect us back to the heart, and back to the Truth of Oneness.  Here are a selection:

1.  Am I working with the energy of the heart or against it?

2.  Am I trusting the wisdom of the heart?  If not, why not?

3.  What inspires me and opens my heart?

4.  In this moment, how can I encourage and uplift my-self and others?

As you contemplate these questions, my wish for you is to continue to have the courage to do the inner work.  This work is the doorway to moving completely into Unity Consciousness.  It is deeply transformational and can grace each of us with the gift of being able to express the beauty and light of our hearts.  Then, we are able to uplift, inspire and encourage everyone and everything in our world.

A natural intuitive, writer, artist and transpersonal hypnotherapist, Julie works internationally offering a transformational ‘Living in Alignment’ online course and shares the details of a powerful and life-changing spiritual awakening in her book: An Awakened Life- A Journey of Transformation.  For details go to: An Awakened Life, Living in Alignment, and True Alignment.

142

by Tanya Marie

hitchhiking through the landscape of my mind.
thumbs up.
pants down.
wanting to explore new territories. vast expanses.
go north to the cold disconsolate bleeding regions of regret and frozen dreams.
go east to the hot drought stricken lands of past lives and nightmares of blood soaked hands.
go south to the tropical lands of rain, hope and expectations. densely forested and under-populated by desires still felt but as of yet unmet.
go west young explorer. to conquer and explore and ravage lands new to me and as of yet unexplored by my mind’s eyes. lands that are already known and already possessed by far more fortunate souls than i.
explore the northern reaches of my mind.
wander the southern most extremities and walk….
walk away….
walk to….
walk from….
walk with.
blindly traverse questions that have always already been answered. yet still unknown to me. keep asking. keep wondering. keep wondering why. pondering the complexities of life until my skeletal bones have rotted and decayed. dust. leaving nothing of me. leaving nothing of what you were to me. how to create and keep a part of me alive.
immortal.
undying.
for future archaeologists of life and thought to find. the love of knowledge and the search for personal truths will end. i will end. time continues. life continues.
disappointments add up to the sum of my whole.
trying to solve the equations that measure life.
mathematical certainty.
the circle.
continues on.
multiplies.
pi
faith in chaos…..
that no matter how turbulent how seemingly innocuous and random life is. chaos is the only certainty and beauty in life.
the unknown will always be.
unpredicted. wild.
driven by the storms of passion.
if known the probability of change increases in proportion to pain and shattered hopes.
although if changed the beauty that created the pain would be lost and forever missed. to avoid pain would create a life unlived. alone. an invention and a creation and a product of dullness.
stagnation.
fear.
live bravely.
feel freely.
IMPLODE IMAGINATIVELY.

Tanya Marie earned her degree in Women’s Studies while living in the Pacific Northwest. She has written two books, Signifying Nothing and Faith In Chaos. Tanya is an active member of her communities. She has planned the Take Back The Night March, interned as a crisis counselor, and drove for her school’s rape prevention shuttle.

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