Living in Truth, The Promise of 2018

In the last few weeks as I have reviewed 2017, I found one common theme that I wanted to light a fire to... 

Waiting. 

A lot of …Waiting …for the perfect gig, for perfect test results … waiting for that deal to go through or to find that magical pocket of gold … or that landmine what would go off unexpectedly and set me off on a  journey so far out of this Universe, it would be unexplainable.

I’m done waiting, and I hope you are too. This year is the year of YOU, of manifesting and making all your dreams come true. Now. 

Earlier this week in a meditation with one of my teachers, Vianna Stible - founder of ThetaHealing - She shared that numerologically, 2018 is a number 11! 

11 is a Master Number and she advised us that whatever you want to manifest in the coming year, double your desire. Push yourself further. Go above and beyond the mundane and dare to expand your wings. This awakened me to reflect and observe the number 11, not from the numerology perspective, but literally. 

Consider this… The number 11 consists of two parallel lines. They can go on forever, never cross, never meet. Science has proven that we are living in a multi-verse that is  layered with many dimensions; each of us living in our own dimension. Each with parallels that run so expansive we can not even imagine the wondrous possibilities of life outside this “reality” we are living in now. What does this mean to us, today, right now? 

Ask yourself “What Universe or what “reality” am I  living in now?”

Are you experiencing joy and happiness in EVERY AREA of your life? Are you fulfilled at every turn? Abundant? Successful?

If you answered No, The question we need to meditate on is … Why Not?

It’s the divine right and privilege of every living thing to experience uninterrupted bliss and pure joy. It’s even guaranteed that one day we ALL will get there. Great prophets and spiritual leaders have confirmed this as well; The Buddhist’s call it Nirvana, The Vedic’s called it Brahman. The Christians call it Heaven, The Muslims call it Jannah and to the Jews it’s known as Messiach. But how do we get there? How long do we have to WAIT? 

What I know to be true is that joy and happiness and all that you desire… exists now. It’s already here. 

All we have to do is Choose it. 

The ancient Kabbalist, Rav Shimon Bar Yohcai, stated in the Sacred text of the Zohar (written over 2000 years ago) that in today’s time - In the Age of Aquarius that we are living in NOW, each of us will live in either the world or “Oye” (Chaos) or “Ashrei” (Order). 

Would you like to know that you have the power to choose happiness, TO KNOW that your life is in PERFECT ORDER right now? Would you like to know what it actually feels like to shift your reality - IMMEDIATELY from Darkness to Light? To know the TRUTH that Happiness and joy is YOUR divine right? 

If you said YES, you took the first step. You have chosen. 

Tonight as you cheers your mates or make out with your cheers, In whatever state of euphoria you are in, take a moment to ride the collective consciousness of joy and excitement that New Years Eve brings around the world. Take that energy into you and know that every moment of our lives is meant to be THAT fun, THAT exciting, and THAT joyous. 

A very special thank you to my Teachers; To my beloved Kabbalah teacher, Sarah, quite literally for absolutely everything in my life. And to my soul brother/father/friend and ThetaHealing Master, Eric and to the human Tao herself, Master Geum Dawoon. You grounded me in truth and you set me in motion further into the expansive beauty through all the planes of existence. 

Thank you to EVERYONE who walked into my life this year, either for a second, or for ages to come - virtually or physically. You have taken me to a whole new level and taught me lessons I could never have learned without meeting you. Above all you have allowed me to see myself in you. May your year be as perfect as you are, right here and now, in this moment. May it be joyous, abundant, and just plain fucking awesome. 

May we resolve to live presently, to realize that we are a gift, not only to the world and those whose lives we touch,  but to ourselves. May we constantly and forever be reminded to live in Truth. 

Choose. Wisely. Happy 2018! 

With Love Always, 

Daniel 

The Watchman

I looked for him;

He didn't find me. 

The watchman;

His gracious bounty.

Playing tricks on me,

On us, on you 

"The morning comes"

He yields, with dew. 

Time is like the spokes on 

wheel,

Til' it pops a flat

And makes you 

Feel.

Old 

And Fat.

The morning comes,

Day after day,

Night after night 

Darkest grey, before the light. 

Again 

I sin 

'Missed the spoke.

It held me up,

Gave me hope.

How was I to know,

Did you?

Red pill, blue pill 

Is it true?

Was that enough,

I didn't think so

But now 

I know.

I fell flat. 

Too. 

For Josh

Heads were spinning, your typewriter clicks

The genius pouring, outta your wits

Linda Blair vomiting; “You Cunting Whore” ***

Like a metronome tocking, begging for more!

As I selfishly tended, my everyday chores

Trying to fix desperately, what I didn’t adore

Keeping up the mask, permeating my face

Wiping reality, off of it’s stage.

Where, under same roof

Bunked beds stacked high,

I remember that night,

We both said “Let’s Fly”

Bolting out of NC, in Favor of York

So many firsts, we’d gradually uncork;

Pinball Wizards, Acid Queens

A Seven Hour Fantasia on national themes.

Singing Sweeny’s meat pies,

We belted and dreamed,

Playing the white way,

Our souls alive, beamed.

You did it buddy, you beat us to the punch

You Tom Sawyered your way, aheada’ the bunch.

 “You’re the perfect combination of Innocence & Spunk”

The New York Times heralded, (and not to debunk!)

Imprint made,

On everyones lives

Reminding us all,

How quickly time flies.

I’m thankful most

For the brief time we shared;

That Toast we made

Atop a’ Times Square;

“This is it”, We screamed, “The now, right here!

Take it for it’s worth - Laugh in the face of fear!”

Need to remind myself daily, of then

Young and bright, Cocky Wise Men!

Oh Prodigal Son, you’ll surely be missed

In this physical plane, I’ll forever remiss

That dinner we planned, that never took place

Table set now, in The Light’s sacred grace.

*** This is a reference to the Musical Version of "The Exorcist" Josh wrote. 

Get Up Again / Time To Fly

In the thick of it,

Like the mud and the stick in it

You can’t seem to get up, out

But like a warrior, you fight

The plaguing

doubt.

A nice little gift,

Given from the stars,

Packaged neatly

With wounds and scars.

Process, a part of

The race to rise, fly above

Gracious, to the edge

Knowing full well,

The blossoming sedge.

Of the Rib, We are cast

Back to back, at half mast

Wanting quickly, to turn around

Whiplash,

That Crash and Burn Sound.

Only then can you stand,

Eye to Eye, Hand to hand

Cry for another, with so much heart

One foot in front the other,

You begin a new start.

You get up again,

Over and Over

Next time, clearer,

Full Disclosure.

Get up again.

Next October.

Alchemy and Exile

The sun set,

From henceforth, I beget 

All the lust and Courage

Liquid 

I Find myself 

Remiss.

Is all this, that is?

What you can't see

Won't get you in trouble 

Feeling my way 

In a deep dark bubble,

Desperation wealth

Black holed drowned,

Uncanny Stealth.

Pretentiously Profound. 

Driven out, Miles away 

Trying desperately 

To find my way,

At this point,

My only hope

Turn metal to gold

light it up,

smoke that dope.

I've been here before,

Under these stars 

I've wondered these hills,

been surfing on Mars

Every time I try to make it back,

I get stuck

in the crack

of Lack.

Surviving The Reign

Ofttimes we just need, someone averring;

“It’s okay to feel that way, I understand you’re fearing”

Like a hallowed hole  

In your ozone layer,

Piercing your soul,

Like a dragon slayer.

Now I contemplate, imagine

What might be, If loss

Wasn’t real or unfathomed.

A distorted reality, someone else’ lives

Another planet;

Everyone survives.

But really, what gives

Oh, This physical sieve

Where our spirit morphs,

In this continuum, we live.

Purple pills to ease the pain,

Gross intoxicants, polluting your reign.

Dragging crutches, chairs that are wheeled

All those pain meds - from vigor they

Steal.

It is US who is sick

Laid up in our Beds,

Grief stricken long faces,

Awaiting our death.

If we could see now,

Them dancing in bliss,

Surrounded by love

No longer remiss.

Like lawyers in, the upper worlds

Adjudicating our actions, as they unfurl

Praying for success, unconditional love

As we stumble and fumble in this grey dark world.

Transform our pain,

Into celebration,

Wish them well,

Their next incarnation.

No matter the hurt

Or burden we feel,

We’re new again,

Because they were real.

CHANGE, THE SAME

Pry
Open my eyes that insist,
Pain 

Why
Ask questions? answers
Same. 

Shy,
Nerves shot, cellular screen
Blamed. 

Cry,
Am I who doesn't dream
Named? 

Sty
Twitching. Sewing torn up
Fame 

Eyes
Watching, destiny deemed
Tamed
Fried.

Chasingcorrectionfalsetoaffectionperpetualneglectionteaching 

Imperfection.  

The Marathon

You wonder, "Where am I going?"

on this never-ending marathon,

begin to ask yourself, 

"So, where have I gone wrong?"

There's nothing that's happened,

here or the past, 

that'll stop you from living, 

this moment 

at last. 

We take a deep breath, 

Let go all our fears, 

Stop judging ourselves

Stop counting the years. 

There you are, I smile in your direction

Cheering you on, with love and affection

Together we run, one foot in front 'another

We're in this to win, my good friend and brother. 

Monotony crawls, as our hearts start racing, 

Looking for validation, panic becomes pacing, 

All in the all, Momentum gives rise, 

What we're looking for now,  is a bold new prize. 

Heading toward the finish line, 

that never seems to come. 

looking for the ribbon, 

to assure you that you've won. 

We've already succeeded,

If we're living in the now. 

The past has been forgotten, 

THAT we must allow. 

The future is unwritten, 

and we are the scribe, 

Don't waste too much time 

with that ole' dull bribe. 

Be YOU, in the HERE

Be THROUGH, with the FEAR

Grant GRACE to your Scars. 

EMRACE who you ARE!

Only then you will know, 

It was all worth the fight

We did it together, 

That made it all right.