Imagination Matters!

Imagination matters. The images in our minds matter.

The consistent image quality in our imagination has a lot of effects. It creates movement in our mind, neural grooves in our brain, feeling in our heart, sensation in our body, outcome from action, and habit from repetition.

Furthermore, all this in-picturing, this imagining, pumps corresponding electromagnetic energy frequencies through us and out into our world. What we imagine consistently becomes reflected into our cells, our DNA, our results, our world, our reality.

Nothing comes into the human world, nothing gets made or built, without a picture of it first and the intention for it to be so. From the size and shape and design of a simple chair, to staggering architectural towers of splendour, to works of art that open our hearts and heads to a presencing of truth and beauty, all our works come through the great wonder of imagination.

Our bodies are an expression of our imaginings. Our results are a reflection of our imaginings. The shape and quality of our circumstances are reflections of what we repeatedly imagine. We are what we imagine all day long. Our imaginings metabolize into matter.

Therefore: imagination matters. And: imagination matters!

 

A Wild And Singular Life

Whatever the universe may do in some distant future—spin, shrink, disappear, start over—the universe, right now, is vibrantly expanding. Expansion seems to be its driving urge.

From the Big Bang, right down to the explosion of binary cell division that resolves into a complexly evolving fetus, The Universe seems intent on expanding more and more life, complexity, beauty, abundance into its vast body.

From the exquisitely patterned developmental stages of a healthy disposition, into the full throttle thrown into wish fulfillment, we are coded with an expansive desire for growth.

From crystalline structures in snowflakes, frost patterns on windows, and sparkling symmetries in rare gems buried in layers of rock, fractal iterations throughout Nature insist on unfolding and expanding our wonderment.

You are one of those unfoldingments. You are the desire of the evolutionary impetus to further itself. You are the smouldering ember of desire’s next big bang.

“Tell me,” writes Mary Oliver, “what is it you plan to do with your one, wild and precious life?”[i]

That’s a crazy sexy inspiring question. That question can set the heart on fire. It can set the mind to scanning the psychic landscape for those embers of potentiality that, when tended, burst into destiny’s living fire.

If you don’t feel any spark in you, try this exercise: take Mary Oliver’s question with you as you walk through your days and weeks.

What is it I plan to do with my one, wild and precious life?

Repeat it like a mantra, a prayer, a favourite song lyric.

Write it on binder covers, notebook margins, journal headers, doodle scraps.

Post it on cupboards and mirrors and fridge doors.

Post it on Facebook and Twitter statuses.

Let it seep in, remind you, become you. Just let it in, over and over. Then let go.

Let go of outcome agendas.

Let that question expand your mind, fill your heart, and inspire your whole being to transcend current limitations.

What you impress upon your subconscious mind over and over begins to arrange itself in patterns beyond the conscious mind’s imagining.

Let that question in. What do you plan to do with your one wild and singular life?

Let the answers flow. Become what you most singularly must become in your one wildish soul.

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[i] Oliver, Mary (1992). New and Selected Poems, ‘A Summer Day.’ Boston: Beacon Press, p. 94.

Imagination~The Hinge Between Something & Nothing

Imagination is power, creative power, co-creative power with the original and originating All Stuff. We mirror that power. We partake of that power.

And the etymology of the word imagination itself carries that power right from its roots into our vision, our language, our hearts.

The word imagination derives from the Persian magush, the Greek magos, and the Latin magi, becoming magian and magic in English. The Proto-Indo-European (PIE) ancient language word magh- is at its root. Magh-means to be able, to have power.

The image in our imagination has immense magical power. Poets, yogis, teachers, sages of all times and cultures have celebrated this tool of incarnational power that each of us has so ready to our creative vision.

Imagination partakes of magic, enabling us to create what never was before.

Imagination gives access to the worlds of which it dreams—or frets. What we imagine we become. Imagination brings forth worlds.

And true imagination partakes of beauty. In many ancient systems describing what I call our crazy sexy super powers, imagination is seated in the heart.

You are a magnificent imagining maven.

Imagination is the hinge between nothing and something. It gives form to the formless, substance to spirit, matter to musings. Bold, loving, playful imagination is the crazy sexy super power that helps incarnate your deep driving desire.

 

 

The Body Temple

An old adage says your body is a temple.

Like a temple, the body is filled with spirit.

Like a temple, the body is filled with temple bells.

Organs and glands, neurons and cells, molecules and atoms, photons and gluons; thoughts and feelings, ideas and imaginings, desires and disenchantments—these are all like big and little bells, all playing off one another.

These bells are chiming and ringing, resounding and humming, fading and rising, radiating wave upon wave of resonant harmonies or disharmonies according to your feeling tone.

Something moves you, your temple bells chime. You move, the world bells chime.

The world, the solar system, the galaxy, the universe move and the resonant bells of the whole vibrate. You are part of that whole bell choir.

In yoga teachings, spanda is the primordial vibration of all things, a version of a Big Bang. Spanda was there before anything was there. Spanda gives rise to all things.

Spanda is the soundful silence yogis hear, the moving stillness they feel in the resonant core of being. Spanda is the sacred tremor of the unstruck heart.

In the body temple all your being bells are part of the universal vibratory chorus attuned to the sacred tremor of life. Your whole being  desires to feel and express its joy in the unstruck song of the heart.

Long ago, a Japanese poet named Basho wrote this exquisite haiku:

The temple bell

Stops; but the sound

Keeps coming out of the flowers.[i]

Maya Angelou writes it like this:

People will forget what you said;

People will forget what you did;

But people will not forget how you made them feel.[ii]

Let your One Chime ring. Let your unique and singular song sing out. Let your heart be the central bell of your self-temple. Begin now ringing this bell in little and big ways.

Set a practice of quieting your mind. Bring your attention to the breath. Set your intention on one good thing and repeat that intention over and over. Notice and appreciate beauty. Walk in Nature and cultivate biophilia—the love of hanging out with other forms of life. Dance. Sing. Bless.

Every cell in your body will swell like flowers unfolding. The song in your heart will keep coming out of your marvelous cellular structure, your most ennobled thoughts, your magnanimous actions, your singular sparkle long after the ringing stops.

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[i] Basho, trans. Robert Bly (1972). Basho. San Francisco: Mudra.

[ii] Angelou, Maya in Bob Kelly (2003). Worth Repeating: More Than 5,000 Classic And Contemporary Quotes. Grand Rapids: Kregel Publications. p. 263.

Are You Hogtied To Habit?

Are you hogtied to habit?

When we’re not aware of where our attention is and what our intention is at any given moment, the cramp of conditioning is at large, in charge, and running the show.

The cramp of conditioning is a memory imprint, the stuff that happened, set into the subconscious by experience and consolidated by repetition. It runs on auto-pilot and usually keeps us small, playing safe–cramped. Left to its own devices, it’s repeating what it knows over and over. And what it knows is the same-old-same-old.

Have you ever paid attention to the images and thoughts your mind makes all day?

How many pictures a day do you make of angst and urgency or of desire and fulfillment? How many thoughts of despair and damnation or of hope and vision? Of rage and revenge or of serenity and wonderment? Of complaint and criticism or of compassion and co-operation? What’s your mental default mission?

Bringing attention to your habits of thought gives you the lead-in to change your cramp of conditioning.

It may take time and it will take dedicated repetition. But if you apply your attention to noticing the cramped conditioning, and if you set your intention to shift to more liberating thoughts and images, that old cramp will loosen and you will develop new, refreshing, healthy memory habits.

To untie those hogtied knots, try meditation, creative envisioning, tapping. Pay attention to your self-talk–how the voice in your head talks on its own–and build a devotion toward correcting any self-talk that holds you back, puts you down, keeps you small. Practice self-encouragement. Do things that stretch your comfort zone and things that make you feel good.

You’re worth the dedicated attention. And every little knot you untie liberates your greatness, one golden thread at a time.

 

 

Be Willing To Be A Beginner Every Morning

Morning is a fresh beginning. Our waking encounter with the miracle of our biology and with the magic of our perceptual choices opens a window into novelty and possibility. We need only see it and step through.

Here’s a lovely fact. Each night as we sleep, cell growth and repair is going on throughout the body. When we wake up, cells never before imprinted by the outside world open their eyes to a brand new day.

Also, new cells form in response to new experience. Engaging the brain with a new intellectual or physical pursuit grows grey matter, that is, cells.

Learning a new language, doing Sudoku, reading new ideas build the brain.

New and repeated body movements like dance steps or yoga postures; learning a new recreational sport like bicycling or paddling a canoe, give rise to muscle growth, muscle memory, and new neural paths.

World travel or driving a new route home amplify cell growth as we wake up to the need to pay attention.

New cells arise to house the not before known, to catalogue and store it. The new situation itself calls forth this amazing cellular engagement with our world.

Furthermore, the 50 trillion or so cells in our bodies communicate with each other at, quite possibly, the speed of light—or faster. What happens to one cell happens to them all, simultaneously, in the entangled network of cellular energetics.

So, upon first opening our eyes, every cell in the body is in on the experience of a new moment. At precisely the moment we open our eyes, our new cells meet the new morning and the narrow window to make the same-old-same-old out there new from within opens its crack in the mind.

At the threshold of a brand new moment awaits the fleet potential to make the familiar fresh. Here is the opuscule of opportunity for a brand new view of ourselves and our world.

But we don’t always see or say or do it that way. Conditioning might say, “Ho Hum. Another day.”

But it’s precisely here that we have the opportunity to supply a conscious message of a fresh perspective; it’s here we have a chance to begin to shift the subconscious memory banks of habituated perceptions and behaviours.

When we support Nature’s miracle of cell growth and repair with Nurture’s magic of a new attitude—such as welcome, gratitude, wonderment, joy, kindness—the sacramental zest we give to this new moment begins its good work of transforming the old stuck neural routes into vision paths of delight and perceptual grooves of the possible.

The new situation is each morning upon waking. The new situation is every breathing, winking, blinking moment of your life.

Open the windows of your fresh daily sight. Every morning upon waking say: thank you eyes, thank you body, thank you bedroom, thank you sun through my windows, thank you breath in my lungs, thank you world. Ask yourself: Who may I become today, how might I transform my world? Be willing to be a beginner every morning.

 

 

 

A Karmic Kiss or Karmic Carom?

Holding on to revenge is a karmic slap in the face—our own face.

Replacing revenge with reverence is a karmic kiss on the cheek.

Revenge doesn’t have to be a big intention or even a conscious intention, nor a full out moral or ideological war on anyone or anything.

Our little daily dismays, pet peeves, closet inadequacies, secret shames are breeding grounds for pocket revenge—that little nag of narrow mindedness or small heartedness that needs to feel bigger, so it reduces someone or something else.

Our pocket revenge tactics are often unconscious and habitual actions: sarcasm, passive-aggressiveness, cold shoulder, interrupting. Nothing major.

But the karmic carom niggles its way back into our own lives, someday, some way through The Universal Law of Returns.

An antidote to revenge is reverence.

A wise reverent rapport with ourselves leads to more conscious awareness and more intentional action. And that always liberates kindness into our living flow.

A karmic slap in the face or a karmic kiss on the cheek comes to us or through us in many forms. We have a choice which cheek to turn, so to speak. We have a powerful influence now on the immediate and future outcome of actions.

We could choose reverence.

Times of dire reverence like ours now, where big and little acts of revenge and rapacity are devouring beauty everywhere, call for a karmic kiss of deepest respect from all our intentions and actions. That kiss is the karmic catalyst for more liberating kindness in the world.