True vision for me is where a clarity of mind and body comes through. There is a certain freedom to become aware of what becomes the truth of our complex situations. There is a personal and a universal aspect to the incorporation of the sense of things. 

Lately, I have been exploring the ubiquitous reality of the Truth, Transparency, and Will in relation to the spirit of the Father.  Gaining more knowledge about these facets are poignant to my generation at this time. Being a Gen Xer in my mid-thirties I have many high school friends who are becoming fathers. Personally, I have not rooted myself enough in many area of my life to feel ready to take on the responsibility of children. And Tiger Woods, he is like the grand champ of my generation, but he is facing the difficult reality of his lack of true vision as real father. Its interesting because he had a father that was so there for him.  His dad proved the support for him and I am beginning to understand the science behind solidifying that nurturing quality.

For me the truth of the understanding has been gained by looking into the relationship with my own dad.  There seemed to be something missing from the support he was providing. In the somatic field of experience the support comes through as a belly quality and a willingness to stay with the struggle no matter what. Showing up and being real while being smooth and caring. It comes in from the deep part of the lungs with a free moving diaphragm providing the grace to be in integrity with the challenges.  Much easier said than done.

We tend to get in trouble when the mind contracts and the limbic system takes over in emotional reaction. The vision and the senses can become distorted and fog our thought processes.  The emotions can get so strong that they may drive us to cheat on our loved ones, get angry, become jealous, or shut down. With kindness the heart can welcome in the pain but we have to be willing to stay with these experiences. It can really be helpful to be with someone who can provide that support if working through difficult emotions.

As things clear up in my schema I find that the solidification of support becomes the nourishment for the intelligence and the true science of the alchemy of existence. It can become a part of the curiosity and exploration. And all the positive and negative dynamics can seem so brilliant...

In Fatherhood,
Jordan

I have been learning about the lineage of the father essence within my self and my dad. I am lucky enough that I live close by so I get to visit often. He has provided many material things but there always seemed to be a bit of lacking. So I explored this with open curiosity, free of hatred and anger. And it wasn't that I approached him and dialogued about it but it was more sensing the still presence within myself.  I let clear attention in the field of experiance to bring out the apparent learning and understanding.

It comes down to support, which has become a part of the nurturing capacity of how my identity and personality relate to the world and the source of holding. How that particular support builds trust in my self and becomes a part of a solid and steadfast fatherly presence. It seems so simple but so delicate that is can slip through the pores with the slightest reaction. The transparency is clear how I interfere with the ability to hold steady with things and just be there with it all.  With patients the complexity and struggle are the necessities for growth and complement the support.  The omniscience of simple awareness of having a clear tolerant mind seem to fill up the belly with comforting fullness which brings a freedom, a contentment, and a understanding the we are being held in our nature and this loving human form.

I will own up to a lot of the mistakes that I have made in my life. I think my dad is too. Its a slow process.

The analytical mind can run so easily in abstraction. For me staying with the simplicity of the heart. Feeling the difficulty of painful memories and allowing the tenderness to reveal itself. And I have to remember that sending loving kindness and compassion to myself becomes so important when being there nurturing.

In caring abode,
Jordan

A true friend to me is someone I can come to my senses in a clear intimate way.  With all the conditioned and unconditional realities of the emotive interdependence and sharing capacities. When together there's a openness to allow emotions to run freely in the transparent connection of kindness, caring, and warmth.  Through each other we learn, grow and evolve in the wisdom of the heart.

 Evelyn Glennie says, "more importantly we hear the sounds within ourselves differently." In sacred friendship the world of possibilities open up, the omniscience bring a larger field of vision and a deeper sense of ourselves.  In becoming friends, we recognize the nature of who we are and how others relate to all the stuff that makes us human. All the positive things and the negative things.  When this happens we can listen clearer with the heart and it can be heard from that unknown place inside of us.  This reveals the inner mystery that brings us to something more, something we never knew about ourselves before. Its like when your with a friend and you are not saying anything but you are really hearing each other.

And its not that having many friends or just a few close ones makes it easier for us to be alone. Almaas says, "A true friend does not help you avoid feeling your aloneness, but helps you to feel and accept your aloneness." They accept you for who you are without judgment and criticism and the connection seems more timeless, beyond the fetters of the conditioned mind.


This is a great movie that I watched last night. Fantastic directing and insight to the nature of sound. Evelyn Glennie is truly amazing. The xylophone music at 2:00 is quite beautiful. Enjoy!

I will go out of my way from time to time. Often though when I try to stretch to far it seems inauthentic and not honoring of the truth of the moment.  And it may be that I am truly stuck in an old perspective and don't know how to find freedom from the known and the unknown parts of my thinking and emotional health.

I have to trust that when I become negative it's for a reason. Its like a reflection of the past giving me wisdom in the moment. Sometimes, if I really pay attention to the negativity or false positivity and become steadfast with the experience I can understand it better.  I can allow my body and belly to surrender to the true nature of events that unfold in my life and hand loose with them a little bit. As I have done this over and over I begin to see that often I don't have to interfere with things with overinflated platitudes and that by relinquishing control I realize the omnipotence of the intelligence of life.  With care of the ubiquitous stream of truth I become the solidity and the support, it envelopes my being to the point of contentment.

And I do value those genuinely positive moments when happiness, joy, love, serenity and the enrichment they bring to us all.

Peace,
Jordan

I believe that our emotional intelligence is a plastic phenomena. We as humans have the capacity to adapt to many things at different times. The events that we put ourselves in can be significant points in our lives when we can simulate 'another' and become the transmuting internalization to that particular call to hange, a venerable wake-up call to solidify an internal shift of cognition. It could be as simple as learning a mundane task, letting our mirror neurons fire the appropriate cortical areas. I have taken particular interest in the autonomic concomitant of essential transmission through the brain stem via the atlas, allowing to the seat of the soul to rest a little easier, and to become a little straighter. Through empathy I see the window of opportunity, my mindfulness glows in attention, and the unified field glimmers in dynamism. And its not so much ego stroking as it is a call to duty to bring in the timeless moments that go with the proper support of the innate wisdom of the body.

A wonderful Rumi poem I read the other day...

Don't forget the nut, being so proud of the shell,
The body as its inward ways,

the five senses. They crack open,
and the Friend is revealed.

Crack open the Friend, you become
the All-One

Kindly,
Jordan

There have been many, and as I conflate the capacity for the love of truth and my inherent fallibility I begin to see through my failed expectations. I can only sit and wonder how the parlay has fallen and given way to a transformative inner struggle of loosening my stubborn rigid thinking.

I remember a couple months ago when I first met this horse named Echo I did not think that a scruffy old animal with Addison's disease would be much for riding. As we cleaned him up, picked his hoofs, and messaged his neck I began to see renewed life come through. We got the saddles ready. One was a western saddle and the other was one specially made for Jackelyn. It has a special back plate to hold up her spine and rigid body. She has cerebral palsy and it seems so painful for her to be on Echo but her Dad keeps bringing her back for her weekly ride. Even though Jackelyn doesn't speak much there must be some inner appreciation of being up on that animal with her father and I by her side.

I am reminded of the quote, "we are the echos of the future" and how repeated tolerance of fear and hurt brings ripples of compassion.  It's natural for us to have pain and to learn how to become loose with our own suffering and the suffering of others. And what a blessing it becomes when caring people lend a little support for one another.

That certain something that brings us to together jamming on the porch. We sit dusty from the day and have a cold drink while our cloths still smell of sweat and horses. Oh how the comfort of the chairs bring such relief to those sore old legs and uphold our slumber in the setting sun.  We bring bright smiles, full hearts, and kindness in sharing time in loving spaces with people that care about each other. And the sacredness of this earth.

This is similar to considering the question, does form follow function or does function follow form? Both are part of the paradoxical nature of the self-realization process where the home or the body becomes the primary vehicle for gaining awareness.  The somatic body and the conduit of the spine become a emotional subsystem that flows so elegantly from the cortical, pineal, pituitary, limbic, brain stem, meningeal channel, providing the whole physiological, psychic, spiritual interplay of our energy field mandala expression.

After many years of doing mindfulness practice on the physical body I find so much is stored there to be remembered and transcended. So many things move through my field of experience with the simple unfolding of the recognition of the seamless cognition of my minds eye, embodied. There becomes shifts, adaptation, growth, learning over time. Anais Nin says, "If one changes internally, one should not continue to live with the same objects. They reflect one's mind and psyche of yesterday. I throw away what has no dynamic, living use. I keep nothing to remind me of the passage of time, deterioration, loss, shriveling."

A shift in perspective is here for us at this very moment but some of us don't even realize that we are stuck or why?  We truly are stuck and we want out of the polarities and rhythms. And so begins the stages of healing to where hopefully we may one day experience ascension, decension and the vast interconnection of a loving community and Kosmos.

I seem to slip into contemplative thought often because the mind becomes so curious with reflective consideration. And I marvel at the time between thoughts when the clear awareness glows from my very nature.  It seems so very normal to me to slow down every once in awhile through out my day and open up to a broader view of things.

Like how did my loving friend pop in my mind just before she called?  Its like W.S. Merwin said, "We are the echo of the future." 

I value exploring the mystery of form beyond words and I am at awe with Noesis, where pure awareness yields to the arising of consciousness. Some interesting echos of miraculous collective intelligent imprints come though the mind cloud sometimes. Its as if I become immersed in wanderous serendipity, and the simple becomes natural fulfillment.