About agoldengrove

Writer, activist, healthy living and social justice advocate, light worker, poet, photographer.

Get my book for FREE for a limited time!

UPDATE: The free period has ended. My thanks to all who shared this journey with me! For more information on how to obtain a copy of my work, The Earth Beneath, please see the previous post on this blog. Blessings to all.

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For the next week, you can access my book, The Earth Beneath, for FREE. You will need Adobe Reader on your device, and may be prompted to use another free software platform to view. It is a large document in terms of memory so if you have limited data on your tablet, be advised.

Please share this blog post or the Facebook post where you found it rather than the link so that folks will know what it’s about.

This 128-page book of Collected Poems and Photography reflects a lifetime of insights and experiences, and I want to share it with all of you as a thank you for your ongoing support, and to honor your own life’s journey.

If you would like to make a contribution to my work, you can donate via paypal to agoldengrove@gmail.com. Your comments and feedback are always appreciated! Does this work speak to you? If yes, let me know.

Rich blessings to all!

 

Be a part of publishing my first book!

For a short time, you can become a part of launching my new e-Publishing company, A Golden Grove, and receive an exclusive preview of my new e-Book of Poetry and Photography, The Earth Beneath.

The Earth Beneath is a work celebrating the journey that Light Workers and Wanderers have known here on this beautiful world. It is a love song for Twin Flames, and a communing from my own deeps with those who resonate with the frequencies of Love and Becoming. It has been my greatest desire to share this work with the community and my privilege to do so.

Through this effort I hope to raise sufficient funds to develop my own website and hosting so that I can e-publish the works of authors in the Light Worker community and make them available to the general public. I will use WordPress.org as a platform and build the website myself, using community resources, feedback, and insights through regular engagement, such as in Facebook groups.

There is opportunity for multiple departments within a publishing company, so I intend to fully explore that as well. Submissions will be peer reviewed for inclusion into the publishing house, rather than relying solely upon the arbitrary decisions of a single house editor.

I am absolutely thrilled to be embarking on this new chapter in my life, something that I have dreamed about for some years now. To bring my own creation to life, as it were, through this effort, is a blessing beyond words.

Click here to see a sample of the work included in The Earth Beneath, including the title work.

To participate in this fundraiser, and receive your exclusive access to The Earth Beneath, follow these steps:

  1. “Like” my page on Facebook (located at this link)
  2. Share the pinned post at the top of the Facebook page about my Publishing House Launch, simply share and highlight this article on your wall.
  3. Share this article in at least one of your groups where its reception would be welcomed.
  4. Make a donation of at least $11.11 via Paypal by choosing “send money to friends” to the publishing house email agoldengrove@gmail.com. It’s super important to choose “send money to friends” since you are not purchasing a product, but making a donation to a fundraiser.
  5. Forward the confirmation email of your Paypal donation to me at agoldengrove@gmail.com, with a note that you “liked” the Facebook page and shared it on your wall.

Once I receive your email confirmation, I will give you access to The Earth Beneath, which is currently a PDF document on my Google Drive. The book will only be available on Google Drive through the end of November, so be sure to get your request in as soon as you can.

My goal of 111 contributions by 11/11 – and I love the alignment of those numbers in conjunction with the Scorpio New Moon! We are in a time of immense possibility and beautiful change. I look forward to sharing this with you!

Rich blessings…

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The healing properties of cherry blossom

Beautiful thoughts on engaging the healing power of nature…

Whispers from the Meadow

The healing properties of cherry blossom

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​The Japanese see Cherry Blossom as symbolic of clouds with their cloud like blossoming and more beautifully Mono no aware ​which translates as ‘the pathos of things’ noting a empathy and sensitivity to the transience of aspects of life.

The Chinese recognise the feminine beauty of the Cherry Blossom and symbolise the flower with love.

Healing properties: Cherry Blossom brings the feminine energy of love to spring and brings the healing energy of giving, enhancing and attracting love through the feminine energy.

Chakras:​ Anahata – The love of cherry blossom resonates with your heart chakras.

Meditation:​ Walk amongst the flowering blossom trees. Sit beneath a blossom tree in a park or in your garden. Drink some water to bring flow to your body. Take five slow and deep breaths.

With an open heart ask for the unconditional love of the Universe to support you with you intention to…

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New Short Story Published – Aliens Did NOT Destroy Chicago

Good afternoon all!

I’m announcing the publication of a new short story, Aliens Did NOT Destroy Chicago, available by clicking here. This story is FREE, so be sure to tell your friends, family, galactic overlords, and Aunt Nan.

As always, thank you so much for your support! Please share this story and let me know what you think!!

Blessings,
Chris

Get your FREE Copy of “Aliens Did NOT Destroy Chicago” by clicking here!

Read my latest short story, “Reconciliations”, for FREE!

Just click this link to open my Smashwords page where you can download my short story, Reconciliations at Cost, for free. While you’re there, consider creating your own Smashwords library to sample a unique world of creative writing from thousands of great writers.

Let me know what you think, and please share it with your friends. Thank you for your ongoing support!

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/543056

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The idea of journeys has been much on my mind of late, and how much can change in our perception of those journeys over time. In our problem-solving, westernized, platonic worldview, we tend to see our lives as linear, individualized and direct experience, running at breakneck speed from the moment of birth until…

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…well, you know.

I’m not posting this blog to tell you what to see or think or feel in contemplating the idea of “journey”. Breaking down western ideas/ideals is a subject of far too much depth and breadth for one blog post. But I think that we can find better ways to ponder where we are on the map. Since we can really only talk from our own insides, I’ll use one personal example. I want to show you the fallacy of disconnection.

When I first made the images you see above, I was still fairly new to my formal training on what we tend to call, for lack of better words, a “spiritual path”. When we talk about journeys in the non-traveling sense, it is inevitably framed as religious arcana of one school of thought or another. We rarely simply see “journey” as the living of a human life. It is because we westerners bifurcate living into “secular” and “spiritual”, or “work” and “home”, or “intellectual” and “emotional”, and inevitably assign things like gender roles to the conceptualizations themselves.

This is part of the Cartesian fallacy (though I would more appropriately call it “phallacy” since it is part of the obviating of the female of our species, but I digress). To split our thinking, our living, into illusory polarities is part of the sickness of the western mind. We have divorced ourselves from ourselves.

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The lived reality of people who have never split their consciousness along polarities, or who have recovered that splitting of the self, is quite different from your average over-stressed, over-worked, angry, disappointed and unfulfilled American. When we split our being-ness into separate silos, and never allow them to bleed into each other, we set ourselves up for disaster. We are, in fact, disconnecting from our selves, our environment, each other, and the world.

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The ancients understood that humans carried potential beyond what could be tangibly seen and experienced through interaction with the physical world. All you need do is search “DMT” or “Ayahuasca” on the internet and you will see a vast territory to explore in regards to consciousness. Some say that the original “tree of knowledge” was in fact a psychedelic plant, and its “forbidden fruit” a gateway to an understanding of the world beyond The Garden.

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When I started the journey that you can see laid out in these cards, I was abandoning my forebrain to explore consciousness in new ways, allowing my mind to bring together images and words to create something that hadn’t existed before. I didn’t need someone to tell me how to drive, just like I don’t need someone to tell me how to sleep or breathe. That feeling of disconnect, of being separate and alone, was the illusion. And all the world I saw around me as cold, unfeeling, demanding and uninviting, was not the world at all, but the veil over the world. It was a big black sharpie mark on the real map, the map that led back to me.

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Blessings to your path.

Indelible Stains

Things that make indelible marks. Stains that will never wash away. Living is replete with them. We may sometimes feel we are the sum of our stains.

Baby firsts – first steps, first toy, first words, first taste of a raw lemon – these are not the “firsts” that we remember. The ones that we do recall are the ones that stay with us, that shape our decisions and attractions as well as our repulsions.

Traumas and pleasures. Little things that become big things. The scent of a perfect heirloom rose. The sharp bite of a bee sting. The taste of a perfect slice of melon on a hot day. The metallic tang of garden hose water, first warm and then cool from deep in the ground, a kind of coolness that somehow smells like raw earth. The feel of wind in your hair as you take a big hill on your bike for the first time. The rush of adrenaline when you steal a candy from the store. The shock when you experience physical violence for the first time.

Watching an animal die, claws extended in agony, eyes wide with terror, face in a rictus of pain, a pain that must be too terrible for you to understand or imagine. Forever dispelling the lie that animals do not feel, do not know. Being present at the death bed of a friend, or a parent. The first time you learn as a female child that the only metric for your worth the world you live within allows is your ability to be a wife and mother, that you have no other meaning, no other reason to exist. What it means to be worthless in a paradigm that sees you as a consumer, that all the things that you feel and want have no meaning, and must all be poured out on the ground in service to unseen controllers and their middlemen.

The stain of the first time you discover the frequency and depth of human deception. The stain of when you understand the reasons for it, and observe the bloom of cynicism in your own mind, like a drop of blood dispersing in water. How it creates its own particular stain, and the forever taste it leaves in your mouth. The stain of folly when idealism and hope overwhelm that cynicism and breach the wall of your pragmatism, only to be rebuilt more carefully. The day you installed barbed wire on that fence. The way that you learn, or don’t learn, that failure is not the end of the world or your life. The stains and scars of battles that give you new skills, and the immense wisdom they evidence. The stain of realizing that not all people gain wisdom with their scars.

The stain of your first love. Your second. The stain of realizing you could fall in love again, but it isn’t the same. The stain of heartbreak. Of learning how to uncolor the world from shades of her or him. Of learning how to breathe again.

Your first few indelible marks are like tattoos, black outlines writ clear and deep and etched to the bone. They bound the spaces that will be filled slowly, over time, with colors shaped from ideas and trials, errors and successes, bad choices and good choices. You will learn that choice is illusory, but that it is not “illusion” in the sense that you think you understand that word to mean. If you are lucky you will learn this. If you are open and listening and pay attention to the things that the world teaches you about itself and yourself. If you have a mind with the capacity to learn these things. A lot of people are not this kind of lucky. But this is not important. The path is what matters.

What is stain and what is tattoo depends on you, but not always on the conscious you. There are always going to be differences in experience based on who and what we are. This is inevitable, call it karma or accident or lottery. Or perhaps see it as something More. The important bit is learning how to move through the world with the grace of a dancer and the wisdom of those who have figured out so much of this. A listening ear for those who speak quietly about a Vision that exists outside of what is accepted and propagandized. The earlier in life we figure this out, the greater of our energy is put to more productive ends. We sometimes call this “maturity”. The subtle stain of figuring out who has maturity and who does not.

The subtle stain discovered when you realize how few people in the world can see beyond the horizon of their own immediacy. And that the worst among these end up in positions of power, since sociopathy is the easiest path to undeserved gain and sociopathy is not natural but a mutation inherent or learned. The stain of fear toward those who claim ownership of wealth thirty times what they could possibly spend in one lifetime. The stain of rage when your mind begins to grasp the level of suffering in the world because of the egregious hoarding gleefully engaged in by a few.

The stain of political awareness. And the stain of going deeper with it, or losing it altogether.

The stain of war. The stain of life stolen. The stain of what war really means.

The indelible marks of others will fill your world the longer you walk within it. You learn when you need companionship and when you need distraction. But only if you are engaging Awareness. Some never even learn this, only learn how to isolate in rank terror of the pain of their beliefs about themselves. They feel they will disintegrate in face of the needs of others, but have no strength for them or for themselves. The dark paradigm we currently inhabit has become one long and incessant demand for sacrifice. They never learned to connect, to belong, or to Become. They never learned that when you are part of the whole, the weight of responsibility shifts to something far larger than you. And you become more than only yourself, without disappearing into a hegemony where the individual must be sacrificed for the glory of the paradigm, the construct, the idea. Subsumed in the idea, and the ideal, we disappear. The construct cannot exist if the creators are visible and valuable. (Pro tip: the Man at the Top of the Heap is not its creator – the thousands and millions making up the heap are the real creators.) But when what we create is a larger body to which we all belong, to which we are all participant, then all are gifted with Becoming More.

The most indelible mark is the first one we discover before our minds comprehend it as discovery. We are one, yet many, yet more. We are Becoming. Hold on to it.