Reverse Engineering

There has recently been requests for me to post and share some of my creative and healing process.

One significant mechanism I have found to be extremely beneficial in my life as I work with the sacred plant teachers is a process I call ‘reverse engineering’.

It’s a simple process that works on 3 basic points Vision. Feeling. Mapping.

Ceremony and ritual of any kind will often produce alignment, resonance and presence.

This may culminate at certain focalized time and hence – a Vision, is had.

So many of us consciousness pioneers, healers, shamans and way showers talk of our visions.. So how do we apply them to our lives? How do we integrate these moments of revelation and understanding for advanced and accelerated transformation?

Reverse Engineering has long been a term that had been related to UFOs and technology of a higher intelligence. The term surely incites images of governments and scientists picking apart mysterious crafts so we can apply this technology for our own use. What I am proposing is a different form – but basically the same idea.

So you have your vision, Your ‘sweet spot’, aha! Your That’s It! Breakthrough.. Now hold it! Seize that feeling. Capture it, take a mental emotional spiritual snapshot – breathe into it relax into, and ask ‘how did I get there?’

Guide yourself through its undoing, and practice getting there again. It’s like a muscle, and the breath will help.

You are creating your map to be able to access this point, this feeling again. Focus on the subtleties, the energy, the feeling. Not the specifics, the physical or the logical.

I have been using this method since I began on my path of transformation over 5 years ago and have been practicing and refining it since.

Be conscious of the maps you design. Focus on those that are appropriate to where you want to go and who you want to be.

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Vision: The Relationship

As I sit in this void, evidence of good work done. Where residuals of the ties that bound even of the subconscios have dissipated, rather impatiently at first I must add. For the first few days I was left twiddling my thumbs, laughably childlike at times. Asking a friend to play tic tac toe, wondering well what in the world do I do from here! This precipice of a new era for me and the world which I source, breath into and converse into existence. All I see is vision. And in the present and still moments I realize it is my greatest relationship. A dance, of beauty and gratitude, grace. That we work with one another. That the gifts drawing unto me are equal to the foundation I am nurturing. That investments in self community and preparation have become a canvas where anything can be painted. And to trust, intimately and deeply my heart, my resonant field. That all that visits is worthy and attuned to where and who i am at any given moment. It is commitment, yes a heart shaped solid truth. That guides my footsteps, and I remind myself it is ok if it is this easy. It is ok if it is this fun. That its ok to be this provided for. Supported.
That quite certainly we are all on a one way street of well being and conscious evolution. 


This bright and shiny new grid I build in partnership with my vision. The sight of which differs at times, dependingon the mood. And much like a new born child I wish deeply to nurture this newness with patience, diligence deliberacey and wisdom, integrity that stretches deep to core of this earth and straight through the heavens. Yes I am all this, and yet none of it. 


Prepare for beauty. Prepare for Joy. Prepare for transformation. Prepare for awakening. 

Today

breathwork 33Today..
I inspire, and exhale
The Knowing 
of Peace. 
The Knowing 
that We are free.
The Vision
of awakening.
 The Forgiveness
of mistakes and all that has not yet been made,
and all that has been made. 
The Gratitude 
which fuels the fire of abundance, progress and momentum. 

Today 
I am Complete. 

Words

What if words could traverse
our destinies
for us?
‘language begets reality’
My teacher once said.
Sometimes its hard to pick up the pen.
My lips curl over my teeth to a clever grin.
Anchored in as I begin.
Have we forgotten
What it means
to live as the dream,
us awakened beings.
Now is the time for re-membering.
To pick up the pieces
of a puzzle left scattered about.
Move and twist the images
as we figure it all out.
Find a role
and know the keys you hold.
it is essential,
these codes we know.
I forever am bound to this flesh and my bones.
Forever, as I understand by this kind alone.
Human in form.
And God deserves a form.
Residing in the structure
an immortals decree.
Traveling at high velocity
And its purpose?
Service
Rotating on an axis
of above and below.
ahead and before.
Its Cyclical,
this optical illusion
of the space between,
The distance
to the primordial
knowing, We are Alive
As presence
Sacred Temples of the ascendant
Descendant to the plains of earth.
And an era time
which seperates myth from magic
And belief from creation
The hand from the form.
And yet we are not lost
and yet the new day lands at our feet.

Steady Walkin

Rather unflappable
More than unshakeable
Speak to the easy in me
Down this one way street
And talk with the pebbles
On a cobblestone path
Count them as I move along
1,2,3,4
I smile at the lamppost
Filling the ditches
With a soft glowing light
The wind is harsh
It moves the night

Greatful for the momentum
As she carries
Leaves
She winds her way
Through me
Inside me
Pushing me to somewhere
On this road to no where
It’s a lonely walk
No one to talk
To aside from the man on the corner
With a sign
That beckons abundance
But his feet take him no where
His voice, silent
Such sad eyes
And I wonder if he
Converses with the
Cobblestones
Or the lamplight
Filtering through
The trenches

He glances in my direction
and I catch the corner of his sad eye
He compliments my beauty
and I wonder is it just alchemy?
An exchange given meaning only by the tone
A dollar here, a dollar there
to get to where?
I only have a 20
and I walk by with a sigh.
Is it right?
Is it wrong?
To deny..

I walk on
Cocooned in my mind
alone with my thoughts
count them as I move along
1,2,3,4
My gaze returns to my footsteps
continuing this journey
to the somewhere
that is nowehere
maybe eternity.
maybe infinity
Or maybe just to BE
ME

Your Thought

How do the hands know not that they can move
Until the action is accomplished?
How then does an artist create
If not only through the vision?
A singer sing?
A poet dream?
The wondering falls far from me
Into some eternal spell.
Only you remain
A lingering breath.
Beneath the surface of a soup
Of love.
Be with me
Fall into me
This I wish of thee
And languaging
Defines the terms of a heart forgotten in the torrent of a mind.
Must remember I am not less than
I am not acredited by
Nor victim of
Or validated by
The thought of you-
And I mean your thought,
But that too.

Cleansed

I stopped to check my breathing
while my soul wandered else where.
Pulling up memories
rooted in graves
long unkempt.
I am grateful
to allow resistance to fall away.
Letting emotions roll through
as the tides pulled by the moon.
What haunts the body and spoils the mind
drowning in a journey
that most have left unsaid.
I am still- as my heart races.
Fluttering as the fractals,
the visitors that come to assist
the cleansing of the essence
of all I have lived.