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The Pedestrian Manual Introduction

2/23/2022

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Once upon a time, in the beginning of time, there were no cars and no streets and no signs, except natural ones on the earth and in the skies. People walked where they wanted to walk and created their own paths and it was good. People knew their spirit-selves, their internal divine spark, as reality and could recognize the spirit-self in others as they went about their daily tasks. They did not need a lot of rules, for this recognition created an environment of openness, trust, kindness, and generosity towards self and others. The individual paths, trod upon by individual spirit-selves,
joined together to create an interdependent lattice, a web of connections between people, spirits, and ideas. The lattice transcended time and space and people were content to travel along an illusion of time and space whereon their conduct was determined by need. They rested when tired, ate when hungry, worked towards common goals and visions, worked through respected differences. People were in touch with who and what they were.
 
Then, the paths became paved, and as the earth became encrusted with human-made roads and edifices, people lost the ability to clearly perceive their own true nature, let alone that of their neighbor. They lost connection with the interdependent web, the lattice that is our true home, and lost their way. To find their way and make sure everyone obeyed the rules on the roads of the earth, they erected signs to remind them of the rules that needed to be followed, the hazards that needed to be avoided, and the locations they were looking for. These signs included regulations, warnings, destinations, and services. People saw them as ways to navigate upon the earth, not as guideposts to help them travel with their spirit, with their heart.
 
While pedestrian can mean mundane, banal, run-of-the-mill, everyday, the usual, it is important to remember that a pedestrian is one who is on a path, that you, as a pedestrian, walk upon the earth with other pedestrians. This book will help you reinterpret the signs around you and help you to find your way in life.

Please click on link to read a sample of The Pedestrian Manual: 
https://amzn.to/3sZPvAg​


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On the Eve of Imbolc

2/10/2022

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The time before now

that is also now
spans across space, creating a web of infinite nows.
In this now, this one here,
I feel Brigid
weaving her mantle to warm and bless me
as bard, who sings of the now that was our home
before now
in that other time
that was now
and we sat beside the Boyne
and dipped our fingers
into the flowing river
and held our fingers
to our lips to stain them with the clarity
of the poems that are sung at dawn
and at dusk
and call to her, to you
in this guise as a mortal sitting in front of me
hands outstretched
a flame in each hand
offering healing
offering warmth.
The tear, the singular tear that crawls slowly down your face belies the trust you had in us,
the trust of remembering that which was too dear to be forgotten.
Brigid, I am trying--
still a little girl in a crone’s body
I do not know the answers,
I only try to remember the song,
the melody beneath the words
that string the sounds into pictures and moment, and birds flying across the pure skies
and the fish moving sleek bodies through the water and beneath the water
and the trees, the trees, the trees,
and the cedars outside my window with their sacred spirit beads.
There is something coming that was said back then and remembered on the backs of the songs that swirl in ribbons of air around my head.
We can change this, we can return to that now that is still this now.
We, the poets, can remember, and tell the tales
and seek the words to say this is not all that was supposed to be.
There was a shininess beneath the dross that spills over at the edges of mankind.
Brigid, give us strength
and fire to burn away the darkness and herald a new day of rebirth,
to postpone the annihilation that breathes like a dragon across the land.
Brigid—give us the fire, 
to forge a sword 
to bring the light to night 
to bring the right that is might 
to stand and fight to save us all.
 



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You Are Here

2/3/2022

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We are experiencing what I perceive as a spiritual evolution but I recently came across the term “conscious evolution” and it would seem these terms embrace different aspects of the same journey to higher awareness, which, further, is directed toward the fulfillment of our journey to and beyond this place at this time.

Everything that is happening on this planet—from climate change to political upheaval to challenges to the previous, and pernicious, social constructs, to the global pandemic that threatens our physical as well as emotional realities—serves as catalysts toward our evolution of conscious and spiritual awareness. More than ever, I see this planet as fertile ground on which to change the dynamics of our very existence, both on the physical as well as the spiritual planes.

As each of us is touched by the incessant and insistent challenges that surround us, as well as live within us, we are being prompted to examine who and what we are and who and what we hope to be. When we see those who are creating burdens rather than uplifting us, we need to accept this as a call for change, acting individually and in community to not accept what is seeking to destroy us and instead finding peaceful ways in which to co-exist as we work toward harmonious conscious and spiritual growth. 

We can comport ourselves in the manner that we see as a path of sustainable environmental and societal advancement toward a common cause of meeting the negative forces that surround us with the more powerful forces of positive thought and action. As a writer and creative, I see my path, in part, to be one of offering inspiration as well as solace as we tread these difficult times. I believe firmly in the adage that the pen is mightier than the sword, and I think this goes as much for any type of creative endeavor that meets travail with an expression of productive hope and peace to push back those who wish to overwhelm us in order to keep the status quo.

I keep being reminded that I am a child of the universe, that we are all children of the universe, here now to learn from each other and grow together toward the higher vibration that is awaiting us, to manifest the awareness of what and who we really are, and to light a path for others to follow.


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