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Peace Now – Inner Peace Thoughts for 9/11

September 11, 2007

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Hi,

Just in case some of you want to know about this . . .

Please Pass It On to Others!

The Call is Thursday 9/13

Do you know Gay Hendricks? He’s written over 30 best-selling transformational books — books about relationships, breathing, manifestation, even golf!

Gay is are offering an upcoming teleclass that I’d like to invite you to attend at no charge.

http://advancedmeditation.com/cmd.php?Clk=2095310

Here’s Gay’s message about the class:

   When I was in Boulder recently, I had dinner with an old friend,    Steven Sashen. He’s one of the best “system thinkers” I know. If you want to know what REALLY makes something work, or how to make something more powerful or efficient, he’s your guy. He and I are teaming up on a new meditation course that will be offered via teleseminar.

   Steven is a longtime meditator. And when he turned his systems-thinking scope on meditation he discovered something that truly impressed me, a set of insights and practices that I wish I’d had 30 years ago. (Some of you know that I’m a longtime  meditator–in fact, I haven’t missed a day of meditation since 1973. So, anything that fine-tunes meditation is right up my alley.)

   If I’d had Steven’s insights and techniques, I think it would have accelerated my practice and my spiritual growth by years. He’s taken people who are new to meditation or who couldn’t make it work  for them – he’s even worked with teenagers and homeless people–and after just a few minutes of instruction, they’ve had experiences of peace, and deep spiritual insights that take most meditators decades to find.

   Steven’s techniques work well for advanced meditators, too. If you already have a meditation or spiritual practice, you can make an almost instant leap to a new depth and expansion.

   With Steven’s techniques you don’t need to stop (or even slow down) your thoughts and you don’t need to take time out from your busy schedule. You can do them practically anywhere.

   I could tell you more, it would be better for you to experience it yourself. So, I’ve arranged a way for you to do that.

       Go to http://advancedmeditation.com/cmd.php?Clk=2095310
  
   When you get to the site, fill out the registration form and I’ll let you know about an upcoming free teleclass where you can discover for yourself how easily you can find deep body relaxation, greatly expanded awareness, and real inner-peace…even while the kids are demanding your attention or work is getting nuts.

   I hope you’ll join me for this new and exciting opportunity,

   Gay Hendricks

http://advancedmeditation.com/cmd.php?Clk=2095310

The teleclass is going to be really fun and interesting and there’s a chance to get a $400 gift. I hope you can make it, too.

presented by Garuda, Inc.

Have fun!

Love,
Stacy

“It is no sign of mental health to be well-adjusted to an insane world.”

                 The Dalai Lama

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Intuition and Sexiness Go Hand-In-Hand

July 11, 2007

Didn’t you know?

No?

Maybe you were raised in the Puritan-influenced US.

Ah well. Had you been raised in the East, you might have a better clue, but then, maybe not.

Even the fundamentalists claim that God is all-knowing, all-seeing, all-hearing, which is to say: clairsentient, clairvoyant & clairaudient.

In other words, God is as intuitive as it gets.

So, when is a person intuitive?

When a person meditates, rests, immerses themselves in Who They Are, ie GOD… then, and only then are we intuitive.

We all do this all the time. It’s just that some of us notice it more and some of us trust this more.

Now . . . when is a person sexy?

Sex is the creative impulse. God is the Creator.

We are created in the image of a . . . Creator.

What does that make us?  Creators!

How do we do that? 

One way is SEX!

A person is sexy when they are . . .

Creative . . .

resting in the Energy that created them, open to being moved by God.

Musicians talk about how sometimes the music just plays itself.

Golfers… the shot just happened.

Runners – I wasn’t running. I was being run.

Meditators speak of being breathed.

Spirare is the Latin word for “to breathe.” God breathed the Spirit into us according to some mythologies.

These people have tapped into that place where they rest in God and are moved by the Spirit.

The whole “fall of man” myth is about how we try to seek that peace, intuition, and sexiness outside of ourselves, instead of inside where it always is.

That is why Jesus said, “Seek ye first the Kingdom of Heaven, and all else shall be added unto you.”

Meditate. Try it.

That peace, that intuition and yes!  that sexiness . . . all comes from relaxing into Spirit.

I’m looking for the man who knows all that and wants to share it with me and others, perhaps traveling, teaching and speaking to groups around the world. And, on the lighter side, wouldn’t it be cool if he had long hair and wore poet’s shirts?

Love,

Stacy

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“It makes all the difference in the world to know that the One we seek seeks us with greater fervor than we can imagine. Because of that, our seeking must include a form of spiritual relaxation, a kind of staying put while being completely awake, so that God has no trouble finding us.”

                       – Jason Shulman
                         Kabbalistic Healing, pg 3

Medieval Girl

February 12, 2007

Something inside me relaxed in gratitude and comfort yesterday at brunch when Steven turned to me and asked, “In what century do you think you should have been born?”

Isn’t it wonderful when your friends know things about you that are so integral that you miss the forest for the trees until someone says something? I got all warm and fuzzy inside.

I said, “I don’t know. Medieval times. What year was that?”

I checked Wikipedia. Pope Gregory started our calendar on February 24 in 1582. No wonder I didn’t know what year it was!  We didn’t use those years. Somebody was just about to change our whole concept of time!

Wikipedia also says that medieval times date from the 5th to the 16th century. I’m kinda part of the latter period there, I think. I didn’t read it all. That’s about the period of kings, queens, courts and . . . courtesans!!!

How’s that for a Valentine’s Day thought?

I love castles and the idea of dungeons and lots of things.

I love men with hair down to the middle of their backs and leather lace up boots and knives at their hips, wearing billowing poet’s shirts and speaking with British or Celtic accents. Pirate types, too. Think Johnny Depp in “Pirates of the Carribean.” And gypsies!

They melt me into a puddle.

I know a little more than just the romantic version. I know a little about living without plumbing and heating with a woodstove. Not much, but I lived a year at 9000 feet. After 3 nights at 18 degrees, I could keep the fire going all night. Necessity being a mother, and all of that.

I sometimes describe myself as a cross between a courtesan and a tavern wench. Courtesans were generally educated. If you have never seen the movie, “Dangerous Beauty,” I highly recommend it. If you’re female and love sex and giving men their fantasies, take your tissues, you will need them. “Princess Bride” is another one.

Turns out that the woman sitting next to me at brunch, someone who had not been there before, loves “Dangerous Beauty,” too. We made a date to have dinner and chat about our common interests.

Here is the Wikipedia entry on courtesans, with a note that “the neutrality of this article is disputed.”  Ha, I’ll bet.

“A courtesan of mid-16th century usage referred to a high-class prostitute or mistress, especially one associated with rich, powerful, or upper-class men who provided luxuries and status in exchange for her services. In Renaissance Europe, courtesans played an important role in upper-class society, sometimes taking the place of wives at social functions.[citation needed] As it was customary during this time for royal couples to lead separate lives—commonly marrying simply to preserve bloodlines and to secure political alliances—men would often seek sexual gratification and companionship from a courtesan. There have been a few isolated cases of courtesans providing services to wealthy females, however.[citation needed] Courtesans usually enjoyed more freedoms than was typical of women at the time. For example, they were financially stable and independent. Being in control of their own resources meant that they did not need to rely on their spouses or male relatives to survive, as was the case for the majority of women.”

So, the Medieval period is first, then there was the Renaissance, followed by the Protestant Reformation.

You lose me at the Renaissance. I am a little out of my depth and preferences by then. You get a little too intellectual and stiff there. That’s fine for those with 1500 different interests and talents, but that’s not me. And I prefer not to put Decartes before the horse.

The Protestant Reformation was sort of kind of a step forward, in my opinion, from straight Catholicism. At least people were starting to think for themselves a little more, but it is nothing compared to the ideas that Christ actually taught, as far as I can tell.

Christ taught us to “seek ye first the Kingdom of Heaven.” And then he told us where to look, “the Kingdom of Heaven is WITHIN.” Not in a book, not with a guru, not in a church, not in an organization… INSIDE.

Yeah, I have some affinity for that time, too. Mary Magdalene is my patron saint. She is indeed a saint in the Episcopal church.

I really love the castles. Can I have mine with heat and running water?

This prompts many people to ask if I am a member of SCA, the Society for Creative Anachronism. The answer is “no.” Oh, I might fit in with one group or another. I’ve gone to an event or two. I’d love to learn the dances. But for some reason it isn’t quite the fit I’m after. I don’t want to play at it, dress up in period garb and go to SCA events, really. Oh, I might with the right person.

And yes, I’ve been to a few Renaissance Festivals in a couple of states. (No pun intended.) They’re alright. I’m not a fan of large groups of people I do not know doing a multitude of different colorful things. (This aversion keeps me from Burning Man, too, since that’s often another question I am asked. That and the desert and the heat. No thanks!)

One of my favorite albums as a child was Oscar Brand’s “Bawdy Songs and Backroom Ballads, Volume III.” I had it memorized by the time I was 13 or 14.

Try this one:

She’ll Do It Again  

And for a sheep-skin, she’ll do it, she’ll do it,
And for a sheep-skin, she’ll do it again,
And for a cow’s horn, she’ll do it all morn,
And merrily turn, and do it again.

Among our young lasses is Muirland Meg,
She’ll beg you to do it she’ll beg and she’ll beg,
At thirteen her maidenhead flew to the gate,
And thedoor of thecage it is wide open yet

Her kettle-black eyes want to tickle you through,
Her lips seem to say it, “Kiss me, please do,”
The curls and the links of her bonny black hair
Would put you in mind that the lassie has mair.

An armful of love is her bosom sae plump,
A span of delight is her middle and rump,
A taper white leg, and a stomach in style,
And a fiddle nearby you can play for a while.

For love’s her delight, and kissing’s her treasure,
She’ll stick at no price and she’ll give you good measure,
So take her warm hand, mon, or better, her leg,
And sing of the praises of Muirland Meg.

 Here are the lyrics to one of my favorites, “Kafoozalem.” The tune is “London Bridge,” basically. I found 2 spellings and several versions worse, or better, depending upon your taste, than this one, but this is the one I learned as a child.

You can find the rest of them on this link:

http://www.google.com/musicl?lid=HdS1NX2xxcB&aid=Hpg2T_mzPSI

Chorus:

Hi ho Kafoozalem, the harlot of Jerusalem
Prostitute of ill repute
Daughter of the Baba.

Come listen to my tale of woe
It happened many years ago
When women rarely answered no
Way down in old Jerusalem.

(Chorus)

Kafoozalem was a wily witch
A horny whore, a brazen bitch
She caused all the lips to twitch
That liveth in Jerusalem.

(Chorus)

There was a prince both lean and tall
Whose manly arts made all to fall
His victims lined the Wailing Wall
That standeth in Jerusalem.

(Chorus)

One night returnin’ from a spree
His customary leer had he
Looked down the road and chanced to see
That horny wench Kafoozalem.

(Chorus)

With artful eye and cunning look
She led him to a shady nook
And to her bounteous bosom took
The pride of all Jerusalem.

(Chorus)

But he was too abrupt, alas
And so he made a hasty pass
That knocked Kafoozalem to the grass
That grows in old Jerusalem.

(Chorus)

But Kafoozalem was overgassed
She arched her back and loosed a blast
That sent him flying far and fast
Sailin’ o’er Jerusalem.

(Chorus)

And when the moon is bright and red
A flying form sails overhead
Still raining curses on the bed
Of that brazen bitch Kafoozalem.

(Chorus)

I also loved “Dynamo Hum,” by Frank Zappa, and dozens of others similar to these. 

That may be another blog, for another day.

Goodnight, boys and girls. 

Love,

Stacy (aka Anastacia)

Passion

January 22, 2007

So, I read Craig’s List personals ads. Why? Intermittent reinforcement, the strongest kind there is. If you don’t think so, think about how gambling works or read the research.

At the same time, I’m no slave to things that don’t work… when I notice it. CL has brought me some really fine friends to talk to, some of the highest spiritual experiences I’ve ever had with another human being whom I knew shared the space, and a lot of good conversations in with the admittedly time-wasting drek.

Today a man, likely a doctor or something since he mentions his pager calling him to the ER, today a man wrote about passion and invited women to reply to him. He wants to know about passion. I wrote him, yes. Frankly, I doubt that he’s really my type, but he lit a fire under my fingers, and I told him so. A reply to him was just that, and meant for an audience of one, but I think that I’d like to write about passion here… as if I ever really write about anything else.

I wrote to this point and paused. Now I’m back.

I sat here and categorized this blog (see below). While I did that, I wondered how to say what I am passionate about. This is kind of a forest-for-the-trees question to me. I am passionate about so much. If you knew me, you’d agree. I jump in with both feet so often. Yes, I’ve felt a bit beaten down these past couple or three years, yes, but my passion did not die. It rekindles itself from within.

I am wondering what I am “most” passionate about. I’d have to say mystical spirituality, direct experience of God, finding and following my Guidance, and sharing that with others.

Everything I do is oriented that direction.

I read books for spiritual inspiration and messages, so I don’t mind when Tom Robbins or Robert A. Heinlein or Spider Robinson pontificate a bit in their books. I love it. I watch movies for the same reason, so I am picky. I won’t sit still for just any movie. Contact, Dangerous Beauty (OMG), Sister Act, Dead Poet’s Society, Bliss, Mona Lisa Smile, Rocky Horror Picture Show, Secretary, Matrix, Harry Potter, Princess Bride . . .  get the idea?

I write passionately. Read my blogs and see if you agree or not.

I sing. That is all about passion! I chant kirtans and bhajans with my back arched and my hands up. I can bounce on a bed to ZZ Top. I like to drive fast with Jethro Tull’s Thick as a Brick blaring. I’ve got to get back to my voice lessons. That really made a difference. sigh

My favorite music and musicians are pretty passionate: Jethro Tull, Moody Blues, Beatles, Satriani, Leonard Cohen, Impossible Objects, Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, Dylan. Closer by 9 Inch Nails. That one about the Discovery channel. I may add to this list later.

Sex is my passion, too. People. Men. Women. How the hell do you do sex without passion? Oh, okay, there’s sensuous, soft, cuddly, warm, but that just an ember glow of passion – different from the full fire, and still passion.

If you speak astrology, you can find passion all over my natal chart. I have at least 7 planets and a bunch of asteroids in Sagittarius and Leo. Venus in Scorpio in the 8th house. Nothing more passionate than that! Ask anyone.

I am passionate about Truth.

That is a whole discussion in itself. Keeps cropping up. I’ll have to see if I’ve blogged on it directly yet or not.

My name is Anastacia and it means “resurrection.” That, as the Craig’s List gentleman observed, means the passion of Christ, the passion of Buddha, and more. I doubt anything less than passion would start a religion. Sure, Buddha seems like more of a quiet passion in full bloom, but how did he get there? Read Siddhartha by Herman Hesse if you do not know. He pursued Truth with passion. Mohammed? Now there is some passion, y’all. And how much passion do you have to have to pray 5 times a day? Goodness!

I told this CL fellow he lit a fire under my fingers. I think I’ll stop typing about passion now and feel some in other ways.

Love,

Stacy

Sagittarius Gone Awry

January 12, 2007

Good evening,

I rarely blog in the evening, being the Morning Person ™ that I am, but for some reason, I have decided to share Eric Francis’ latest entries here on my blog. He is permanently linked over there on the right, twice, if I’m not mistaken. This is his latest post to his subscribers, and I am fortunate to count myself among them.

Here is the link:

          http://planetwavesweekly.com/dadatemp/1841676484.html

First, I don’t usually feel qualified to comment on the political scenario. At the same time, I do feel I have a citizen’s responsibility to keep up somewhat. That’s why I read Eric’s work. He’s about the only political news I can stomach. I was raised in the “don’t vote – it only encourages them” era., which I stumbled out of by registering to vote in order to write in Hunter S. Thompson for my girlfriend back in 1984. Funny way to come to voting, but I’ve voted every major election since, I think.

Sagittarius energy is most emphatically is something I feel qualified to talk about. My own chart has a Sagittarius Stellium (means several planets in one sign). That stellium occurs in the 9th house, which is ruled by Sagittarius, and that gives it even more of a Sagittarian nature. Furthermore, all this Pluto conjunct the Galactic Core energy that defines this year, and has not been seen by any living human before, about which every astrologer is all atwitter, happens to be within half a degree of my own Sun and conjunct my Midheaven.

Sorry, if all that is too much astrological shorthand. This is not an astrology column. It is, however, very Sagittarian and very Galactic Core. Why? Because I am.

So Sagittarius gone awry is about enthusiastic devotion to dogma and being right. It’s everything we hate about fundamentalist Christianity and evangelism. It’s being seriously activated by Mars conjunct Pluto.

How do I know this? Ask anyone who knows me about my shadow side and nearly all of them will say something about how certain I am of truth and things like right and wrong. It annoys people. Whilst I’m pretty certain I’ve got a pretty dang good handle on truth, it upsets my mother and certain others no end because it isn’t the way they see things. I try not to let them ruffle my feathers or get my goat.

It’s actually worse to stymie me on these things. My own mother has yet to learn not to distract me with a myriad of possibilities, even though she knows the astrological correlations in her daughter.

What is the most common caution given a Sagittarian?

“Don’t scatter your arrows,”they tell us. “Pick a direction and aim at a target.” Sagittarius is the Archer, the Centaur.

So, really, for us, it’s better to head off, hell bent for leather in the wrong direction (think Dudley Doowright) than not to be going anywhere at all. An object in motion can be guided. An object at rest has to overcome inertia, especially a Sagittarian at rest! Therefore, I am rarely at rest, except for intentional meditation periods twice a day and longer on Sundays.

But I really wish these politicians would give it a rest!

One of these days I’m going to go on and order a custom t-shirt (forest green, white lettering, some kind of script, short sleeved, fitted) with that wonderful slogan from the 60’s:

“Fighting for peace is like fucking for virginity.”

All the GC astrologers I’ve been reading, say that because all this astrological activity is close to the heart of our galaxy, the source of our worlds, and symbolically, the Source of Everything, there is a strong chance for a spiritual outcome to all these disturbing events Eric is writing about (I hope you read the link.) Most definitely.

If they are right, even these atrocious wrongs can be – well, righted – if we just keep moving, keep our eyes open, center ourselves, ask inside what is right action. Take that action. Stay alert to subtle guidance.

Write it down! when it arrives.

Galactic Core insights are said to be kind of use it or lose it things. If they are not noted, they slip through our grasp like a faintly remembered dream.

I had a sense of that the other morning. I had a very clear sense of a school, very peaceful, energetically clear. I felt at home there. I will know it when I see it or build it or whatever is next.

What insights are you getting? Are you writing them down? Please do.

The clearer Sagittarius energy is all about deeper truths, education and travel. It’s about saying our piece and aiming ourselves in a true direction. Mars correlates with action. Pluto with the unearthing of deep psychological material, sexuality, things hidden, with death and . . . yes, rebirth.

My name is Anastacia and it means “resurrection.” Let’s aim for that, ok?

Love,

Stacy