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On God…part 1

In 1988 I started following the Grateful Dead pretty heavily. I immediately became transfixed with the idea that on any given night something magical could happen. The far out part was that it wasn’t every night. Some nights the band would mine for gold and come up dry. The juxtaposition between conjuring up magic on some nights and just trudging through the chord changes on others was remarkable. It was so interesting to me that a band of this size would risk so much to find the essence of magic, of God, by engaging in a musical dance with each other and the audience.

The addition of LSD was like adding jet fuel to an already burning house fire. It took me from 60 to light speed without a seat belt. There I was, a young impressionable teenager, being thrusted into a vortex of sound, vision and community. To this day I believe that Jerry Garcia was a great sorcerer. Casting chants and spells hoping that one of them would catch fire and set our minds ablaze. That happened often. Even then I knew it was an expression of God.

The problem, of course, was that there was no operating manual for life outside of that sacred arena. Well…if there was no one shared it with me. Perhaps I was too quick to be searching for the peaks and I forgot to cruise in the valleys. Insert metaphor here. Strong was the quest to “get there again” that I wasn’t aware of any discipline that could help me integrate this living and breathing magic into the daily mundane. Life went on.

Cut to May of 1996. My dad died on May 31st of that year. Many people were gathered around his bedside kinda just watching him take fewer and fewer breaths, it was all happening. I had never seen anyone die so naturally I was caught between the sadness of losing my father and the fascination of watching the transition. When he took his last and final breath a burst of energy flew into the rooming filling it with a beautiful glow and transcendent vibration. Just as quickly as he was there breathing in one moment, the next he was floating above me in a vibrational form having left his body temple. The energy dissipated quickly (so I thought) and there he was lying there, an empty vessel. The hyper awareness that his body was now just an empty physical form with no life force in it was without question the defining moment of my life at that point.

Where did he go? What are we made of anyway? What defines life – body or soul? How can a soul manifest as a personality?

So the words weren’t as defined as I now know them to be, but from then on it was my feeling that a supreme love intelligence body of energy permeated throughout the universe. Everything had so much in common with everything else. Energy moves from one place to another manifesting in leaves, trees, dirt, the ocean and human beings. And sometimes that energy can cary so much supreme intelligence that it manifests in magic or realized body temples such as Yogis or supreme personalities of Godhead. And our journey avails us to many tools and paths that can help us get in touch with that sacred field of energy. That’s the sadhana, the work, that is required of us – to seek our own relationship.

To be continued…happy Jerry week.

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    Nina
    December 6, 2011 at 8:17 pm

    As I browsed your blog It had occurred to me that I had myself written about this very situation years ago. Searching spiritual connection with such force and a passion nothing was as meaningful or as quenching than the search,seeking divinity. Through means of chemical and natural consciousness shifters/benders I had become addicted to the spiritual highs found and not allowing myself to venture in the valleys below. I was very young and just beginning to naturally awaken having done much LSD i felt it was like dumping gas on a bond fire.Feeling like there was no hand guide it was all by trial and error. I had much difficulty functioning beyond the sacred embrace of these levels.I found it hard to integrate the magic and knowledge found on these plains into the mundane world. Still wanting to go back the way i came. It seems that once you have crossed those bridges, accessed those energies that they are now a part of you there is no way back. To become awakened and realized now its a matter of taking that awareness and applying it to this physical world of living. This i found to be most difficult. Its a journey in its self to learn how to do this and this im still learning.It feels wonderful to read someones experiences so close to my own.Thank you for sharing.
    Hari Bol

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    Tom Huckabee
    August 23, 2013 at 10:31 pm

    Beautiful sentiments

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