I really stressed in some ways about my upcoming marraige. I did some old, twentieth-century agonizing over it. But I remembered to observe and really (IMHO) handled it all, props to all higher selves and loving God. And the good focus I had put into staying stable: chill and centered during all the pre-wedding chaos carried over into the honeymoon.

And once all that solid mojo from the divine didn't have to push on the snarlier energies, it really seemed to radiate. I am trying to say this without ego, and I imagine I will fail (my ego types this stuff, you see). It just seems I am following my own good advice. I am Shining Brighter.
 
My bushel basket--you know the one that one can hide one's lantern under? I think I am burning through it. I carry this lightworker thing around, maybe this light. It is a light I have found, not like a luxury but a necessity. At one point I clung to it desperately. A flickering flame in a world of confusion. I turned from that confusion toward the flame, that light, and I learned to love it. I tended and stoked that light. At times the light would shine out and catch the worlds attention. And the world would covet that light, WANT it. And I was sometimes fooled into wanting that which the world offered instead. Distracted, I would pursue and ignore my flame, my divine light. The light waned and I would feel that lack and search the world for it.

Silly rabbit. The light is inside. By grace, I have finally developed a relatively consistent focus on that point. What happens is the light is so empowered, so fueled by loving intent, that no world, this or any other can extinguish it. The light pulses. Some days brighter than others. But the flame is eternal. As I continue to collapse into my own black hole radiance is a by-product.

We heard Eckard Tolle on the radio on the drive down to Key West. I haven't read any of his stuff and only know of him second-hand via this site. Lorri said, "Gee, he's sounds like you." And some of the stuff he said did sound remarkably like stuff I've heard coming out of my own mouth. Our whole honeymoon was littered with little sychronicities.

We did yoga on the pier at sunrise (not EVERYday). We team meditated and giggled.

We had a rickshaw driver that was from the home of my youth. God bless Seth. He kept showing up at the perfect time with an empty seat and a bright smile. I turned on two different folks to lightworkers. One was an artist whose gallery was a "light gallery." Another was a nice lady who worked in the giftshop of the Butterfly conservatory. I do hope both find us.
 
I watched the gulls on the beach, and in the sky and I thought of Elizabeth Feist first, then Jonathan Livingston. I thought of Flowering joy and all the pictures I didn't take.

Went to the butterfly conservatory. Whoa. That was pretty cool. Talk about some energies. Would I be oxymoronical to say it was "intense bliss"? The flowers and the butterflies and the sensations and all that wonder. I could feel how, if done correctly, an entire planet could ascend. Charged with love, critical mass spiritually transforms the earth. Sure. What shall we get for lunch?

Swam in the ocean and all the metaphorical fodder that it provided. Sun bathed and sun gazed and watched the light through the tops of far away thunderheads.

On our "party night" we got ahold of some shroomers. Ate the whole bunch between the two of us and had an extra sensation or two. But I have had much "trippier" experiences in the past year without any such enabler. I realized though, that I HAD gone through some remarkably psycheldelic and hard to explain states of consciousness in this past year. I thought of the recent blog, I can't remember the wonderful lightworkers name right at the moment, talking about "manna".  You can see from the picture they were just taking effect around sundown. ;)

 
It may be the prodigious consumption of tequilla that night, via margueritas, that left me with a sort of ennui the day after. A big plate of fresh grouper at a Cuban Restaurant and some rehydration and recovery was a delight.

I joined this site a year to the day before I was married. You bright souls are witnesses. You are my community within the universal community. I am seeing things with many new definitions and understandings as a result of my participation in this site.

I try to articulate the intensity of what I am going through and I feel all autistic. I have a beautiful wife and life! I am incarnated here as a human being at the time of something that is cosmically significant. I surrender to joy. I hope you're having a swell day

Shine Bright.