Pressing in

09 Monday Dec 2013

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in the forest wind rustle that day, we found an abandoned freight car
you called home, by instinct recalling-
rivers, tobacco scent, rusted broken latches, abandoned instruments and dreams
you just had. you remember the smell of paper also
in your father’s publishing house
where you first pressed skin on skin
and wrote the word love on one another’s bones in another language
with some amazing woman you can’t recall back then
until traveling by train in europe.
you suddenly want to tattoo the whole
sequence on your body. and you know, somehow
she was the church, and that you are a kinesthetic historian
with a desire for a home which never stops moving…
and pressing into you.

 

Excerpts

30 Thursday May 2013

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New Mexico is a place of mysteries, messages and miracles. I lived there for some time- both in Albuquerque and a small artistic enclave ghost town called Madrid. I’m sure both are still there, but in some sense, they don’t exist in time. Not just for me, but for real. I used to drive out from North Carolina to New Mexico-17 hours or until you saw a white wolf by the road; once, upon crossing the border, i even saw a native american ghost; i knew he was a ghost, but still turned around to make sure-and sure enough this hitching ghost had vanished in the time that i passed.
When you enter New Mexico you have the feeling of driving on an ancient fleck of gold dust and rust which never actually rusts. It’s one of those ancient out of time places on the earth.
I do not even remember how long I lived there. There were dessert roses, and out door drive in’s and the rest, all barely clinging to time and space.
I remember people’s faces mostly and their families, and hot springs and native americans and burritos. But, people’s faces mainly–weathered wise inquisitive but with no ambition to move elsewhere. There is a settled quality to life in New Mexico. It’s not about being stuck, but about being satiated with being to the point that there is no point of going elsewhere. You have arrived at the mystic mountain, it has slowly through osmosis revealed its secrets, and you are resting in those secrets–that’s the sense. The trouble is, nobody outside of that state is in the same frequency. When you leave, you realize every other rhythm is not in sync with New Mexico’s.
Even California as floating dream as it is; still is somehow connected and forced to interface with states outside its way; but not so with New Mexico. You really do become the dream there.
In Madrid, I lived in a trailer on the edge of town. There was a girl who looked like Uma Thurman who would sing to me at the bar, and there was a tender guy who ran an art gallery and would give my friends work when they visited. We had a community center and I sometimes did art therapy stuff there. There was only one bridge in town, and many cars had strangely disappeared off the edge of its wooden rails. Madrid also had abandoned mines and the distinct smell of sulphur. It was a town on the way to other towns, but which had its own ghost guards for police. People would be haunted into staying or leaving, but no one really chose to be there. It chose them-it was just one of those towns, you find yourself in. Still, it really did have true magic.
The children in that town made up their own complex games with the elements and had their own inner spiritual logic and math to follow. The dogs could turn on you, but there was a horse named strawberry who kept the whole town grounded. It was a remarkable place to live really.
New Mexico gave me the gift of mystery. That there were still places where things trailed off into an unknown, and that it was possible to live in that state forever. The kind of place where limbs would grow back on people, and then disappear again. A place of mystery. Not always good mysteries, but definitely mystery.
Richmond was much more like a magnolia. The scent was tobacco, magnolia, and wet moss. There was a train buried beneath Church hill. There were many confederate soldier ghosts, and then there was Edgar Allen Poe to contend with. A lovely porch town–a gothic love song maybe even a lullaby. I went to college there and lived there for ten years. Mostly with an argentinian artist who had a tree in the center of his home.
I lived eventually all over town in many types of songs. Oregan hill with her old southern beside Hollywood cemetery sense. And the fan, more sophisticated blue blood monumented streets. Church Hill with its historical focus. And further out where Richmond trailed off into old Virginia nostagias. Great town really, but not easy to leave. Richmond taught me dignity with mystery. And how to leave a place, and still carry it in your heart.

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Sheer

20 Monday May 2013

Sheer

sheer
/SHi(ə)r/
Adjective
Nothing other than; unmitigated (used for emphasis): “she giggled with sheer delight”.
Adverb
Perpendicularly: “the ridge fell sheer”.
Noun
A very fine or diaphanous fabric or article.
A sudden deviation from a course, esp. by a boat.
The upward slope of a ship’s lines toward the bow and stern.
Verb
(typically of a boat or ship) Swerve or change course quickly.

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true dialogue

20 Saturday Apr 2013

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The overexposed world. What is His response? Not silence,  or vanish -ability, silent passivity!  Perhaps, such profound dialogue with the true identity- in image, sound, thought, that the enemy is dissipated, displaced, unable to discourse with the intensity of the content of His Conversing.

How to pray?

18 Thursday Apr 2013

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Enter the aspect of Jesus which is interceding. It’s a priestly dimension. And from His space in prayer comes the heart of God to bring about change on earth. Everything follows from this central practice. It was the key to Jesus’ spirituality while on earth; and Paul’s later, who wrote to the Philippians that it actually allowed him to have the affections of Christ. That is the goal of prayer. Not just to get answers, but through communion with Him as He is interceding for people, cities and nations, and the entire planet. to see the whole situation, from within The Heart of God. You are being allowed to overhear a conversation between the Son and The Father–that’s where the power to change things is.

 

His Day

18 Thursday Apr 2013

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This is the day that The Lord made–that is the DAY we want to live in, and it is from within His Day that we rejoice. If we are not in His Day, ask Him to guide us into it. Yes, Lord lead me into “Your” day today. Amen, in Jesus wonderful name. There is another day that the fleshly nature makes; this flesh wars to have you lead and dwell in its day, rather than the day that God wants to give you. Enter into His day each day.

 

H.U.B.

14 Wednesday Nov 2012

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The HUB of our faith:

Forgive my alliteration (baptist background), but sometimes mnemonic devices help me remember what I know.

Here are three basic conditions for God to enter into any situation including the situation of identity or who we are personally and collectively: that we be holy, united and burdened.

(Of course, He makes us ripe for all three of these characteristics of His, by Grace. We do not get holy, united and burdened by works (religion), but by His impartation! And, i think, by request and desire for them!

Holiness speaks of purity, wholeness, and being in the sanctification (sanctify comes from the same root word) process in every area of our lives (being made whole, even as He is whole…). And praying for His wholeness and purity of being, to enter every area of Reality around us-our neighborhoods, cities and nations. Isn’t this what praying for our neighborhoods and cities really is–to “pray-in His Holiness”. A pure expression is holy. God, uninterrupted,  in His creation would be the ultimate holy expression of Himself. This is what it will be like when His Kingdom has fully come. This is what we are partnering with Him in birthing on the earth. And this desire for holiness is one aspect of the mandate to cultivate the earth and cause it to be fruitful, and to multiply after its own kind. To reproduce Him, and in doing so make everything whole and  fruitful.

United, speaks of integration of all the parts of self, as well as between people and parts of the Church and society as a whole.To bring together the parts, to reconcile them into one whole united expression is typified by Nehemiah’s wall around the city of Jerusalem metaphorically. Nations struggle to be unified in purpose, because there is a specific warfare set against all unified expressions.

And yet, it is our destiny to be unified! It is His unification of the city of God within us, as well as in this world, that this area imparts a passion for. This includes our intercessions for the unity of His Church–His mystical Body with her many parts, member or aspects, as well as our cities and our nations. What happens in us by His Spirit, effects the whole-the micro effects and models the macro! If we can allow Him to model unification within us, we are able to minister unity outside of ourselves, and thus, to become agents and models of reconciliation–between man and woman, races, nations, denominations, generations etc…

Burdened, speaks of communion and co-labor with Jesus, earnestly expecting, and holding on, or carrying with Him, the concerns of His Heart. “Burden” touches on spiritual intimacy and empathy with Jesus as He carries the weight of the world daily in His actions of prayer. Through His prayer life, His Kingdom presses into every area of ourselves, and all of Reality. We join Him in the efficacy of His prayer life–even for us! We, as His partners, channel this spiritual highway or pathway of His prayers into this world! We get to co-priest with Him! Again, firstly we experience this within ourselves, and then out into our society, our nation, the planet etc. His/our burden for the Kingdom to come–that yearning in faith into the full incarnation of His Kingdom is our birthright as believers in what He is, and is doing. We are, by spiritual birth, burdened with what He is carrying and concerned about!

We are given His burden for His full formation/incarnation (that we and  they would be baptized fully into His Name!) into His Creation. We begin to be burdened for our own wholeness, then burdened with His concern for the church, our cities and nations; burdened that His Kingdom come on earth as it is in heaven-in us, and in the world!

These three are the normal state–or modus operandi (operational principle) of every believer. We are to be entering into deeper experiential depths in each of these areas daily. That is living near the Cross. That is the ongoing becoming, of life in Christ. That is our orientation towards life, as brothers and sisters, lovers, and brides to be of Jesus, and as sons and daughters of God, The Father. Blessings as we all press further into these three areas of His Being! Let’s manifest this on earth as it is in heaven! Why not? He is able.