Showing posts with label oneness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label oneness. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Metapoints are points of connection where everything is equal to everything else.

A Message From Tantra

Metapoints are points of connection where everything is equal to everything else. Equivocal. This is the basisof unity. We are neither more nor less than anything else. That point of equivocation is a metapoint.


Sometimes we have an experience that is not familiar..somehow greater than we hold ourselves to be. This is a metapoint… a merge point of unity where you experience an equality to something that occurs as greater yet somehow familiar.

When I was in Ireland, I had experiences that while disturbing because they did not fit with what I had been culturally raised to believe I was. They beckoned me toward a relationship with myself that was more expanded and deeper than how I existed at that time. When I became ‘able’ to include these experiences, I experienced being ‘one’ with them, not them, but one with them. This is a metapoint. The ‘being one with them’ is a metastate. ‘Meta’ means to include and go beyond.

This state of equivocation…this metapoint…is experienced in greater and greater states of wholeness. Wholeness is when you can experience yourself as the ‘great living All’ in-unity-with experiencing yourself as the one who has trouble losing weight, the one who balances the checkbook, as well as the one who has nine to five job.

I used to have a perpetual dream of being a small boyish woman who lived on the Isle of Crete. Bob-cut black hair, I was dressed in a thong and a bleached by the sun wrapped skirt similar to what you see in pictures of Egyptians with a medium cloth band around my almost imperceptible breasts. Squatting on my knees bending into the stream to scrub my family’s clothes, I left my body and appeared in a coliseum where I was an athlete who jumped the bulls. In the same moment of time, I was aware of myself scrubbing the clothes by the banks of the stream and running for the rump of the bull, jumping, pressing my small hands against the bull’s buttock to gain leverage as I plummeted into air, flipped over the bull’s horns, rolled back under the bull as I hit the ground and jumped up, hands high in the air signaling my astounding physical prowess and dexterity.

Sometimes we speak of being out under the night sky, feeling the vastness of the universe and being part of it. This is a metastate, a metapoint of equality, of unity, of oneness where nothing is more or less than anything else. What you are experiencing is expanded and vast, highly evolved, and astounding and in that metastate you experience yourself differently than you do at other times but the experience should not nullify the other aspects of your existence. Some experiences are pleasant, some unpleasant, but not ‘more’ or ‘less’. Simply different.

Sometimes we call these feelings aspects of ourselves as if they are each separate. We spend our lifetimes trying to be one and not the other, yet what if that was all wrong. It is you know. We are designed to be whole…that means being ‘it all’, whatever our form of ‘it all’ is. One of the fundamental aspects of a human being is we were designed to experience. Doesn’t it seem strange to try to only experience some things when your existence is based on experiencing many things…at once? Some things are experienced as magnificent and others are experienced as hard, yet when you have a sense of being all of it, a multi-dimensional self, with multi-faceted experiences, you are never lost from the unity-base, the equivocalness you come from. This is part of what we focus on in the work of METApoints.

At least to date, I am an overweight woman yet my experience of myself is not limited to being overweight. I include it in the metastate of existence that I am. I also experience myself as a guardian of human beings, elemental worlds, and greater realms of awareness. One is not less or more than another. Both are mine to experience and more than that allow myself to be present to each of them in such a way what there is to do and be becomes evident. This is the foundation of what we speak of as ‘awareness’.

The experience of separation is embedded in more or less, better or worse, right or wrong, etc. This is an encoded that has been corrupting the basis innate power and majesty of the human system for a long time.

Imagine our planet and its ecosystem, the moon, and the sun, and the space in between being encoded with trying to decide what was more important than the other. This encoding would destroy the miraculous system of creation they are… just as this state of separation is destroying the human species. With our thought forms fixed, our perception programmed by the world around us , looping through paying attention to the more or better, lesser or greater, or right or wrong, we lose our connection to what we are designed to do and be.

This is the mess human beings are in. We are encoded through adaptation and conditioning into a perception that is dominated by the feeling of being less or more, right or wrong, greater or smaller. Think of it. We are scared to think we are great and we are terrified we are less. We fear being wrong and don’t know what to do with being right. We want to be great but seem dominated by feeling small.

This is the system we were born into and it gives ABSOLUTELY NO ACCESS to who we truly are. The work of METApoints breaks the encoding giving room for the innate system you are miraculously designed to be to emerge. This is the true nature of awakening…to no longer be adapted or conditioned by what is not the true nature of who we are as a human and a being… to be present to who we are as the metapoint of ourselves as both a human and a being, a limited-in-time life and a vast consciousness, both more and less, great and small, right and wrong.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

A Moment of Unity

Shivering hands, shaking body, alive with the energy of unity! I have walked out on the porch from a blessed meditation wide and deeply laced by a half hour of heartfelt soul-pulsing sharing.
I feel so alive, energetically languaged by the aliveness of energies coming into me…so many forms and textures, though somewhat disturbed by a shallower mindless reluctant tapping.
Dealing with the semi-irritation of the disconnectedness of the “working man”, I slide my mind into the charmingly incessant beeping of the chickens.. a beep quack mix of persistent furrowing for food. The sonar interaction of the cackling chicken with the plunk of the earth’s response caught me in the rhythm of food no, food yes, food no, food yes… chicken earth tapping so different from human tapping.
As the chickens moved into a surprising silence and time stood still, I wondered why, only to be drawn into a sudden tensing as sounds like gunshots pounded against the skin of my sensitive soul.
The foreign life threatening sounds of possible gunshots interrupted the calm of the rustling leaves and the hesitant soft chirping of the birds who had found their way to this rustic elegant simple farm home whose broad porch built around trees I was sitting on. Perhaps the birds were concerned the thud explosive sounds are gunshots too.
The earth has such peace in its transition. The scalding summer sun is mutated by the shifting relationship with the earth. As the soft brightness falls across my arm crossing my crimson dress with green leaves, I feel like a human floor, part of the deck and the while rocker, all of us striped in light and shadow by a molten ball millions and millions and millions of miles away.
How do I speak the language of unity, the pulse of creation that brings the unitive eye to the points of connection….metapoints?
The thick grey double tree with mottled pathways of lush moss traveling up its bark until the moss covers the branches showered me with soft weathered leaves, the last of the life force flowing through my subtle energy bodies before coming to rest on the white arm of the rocker, the pillow I rest my hand upon and the crevice of my neck that is in unity with the dress that rests upon it. I have been leaved!
As if in response, the wind, my primal force ally, sweeps my skirt up and the leaves off onto the floor. Are the leaves and wind, I wonder, in a magical dance, playfully vying for my attention? The unitive state deepens. The sun is warmer on my arm as the wind takes a breather from its shenanigans. I feel the unitive energetic information, an organic conversation you might say. I pay attention. The non-thought sentience of unity informs my cells, restores my vital force, so this body can get what it needs to end the interruption of illness it has had to bear.
I, a willing participant, join in gratefully knowing that the ways of the wind, the sun, the earth, and the trees has sorted out life long before I came along. To let my body know how much I relish complete vitality I bring my imagination to the single grey seated swing below me hanging from the ever so tall double tree. How did they ever get it hung from so high? Rubber wrapped around the tree protecting the bark from the chain held the weight of my imaginary venture to sit in the swing. In my dimensional shift from the porch to the swing, I looked up at the nice white rope I clasped getting ready for me swing. The white rope stopped shortly above my head wrapped by sturdy weathered rope that probably belonged to the original swing. I tucked my long calf length dress between my thighs and hiked up the cloth so I have full use of my legs and I push off gently letting the metapoint of myself, the swing, the air, and the ground move in oneness. Gradually I shift back to the white rocker on the porch, my body appreciative of my imaginative message to it. I look down. The swing was slightly moving in response to the activity of life around it and perhaps even to the imaginary being that sat for a moment in its seat. I suppose in the eternity of existence I am still in that swing. I suck in my breath, smiling in the knowing that in the oneness lies the wholeness and the completeness of life.
I have moved the rocker back into the shade now. Here comes the wind again. Leaves are raining down on me. The sun caresses my foot thanking me for not taking on more than I need. All of our vital forces are laughing now. We will not forget.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

We at Metapoints are happy to announce blogs for your continued growth and development in a unity-based metareality! We welcome your participation. Please follow our blogs! :) Enjoy!

We have this blog for continued learning of the metarealities that are emerging in our cells and in our physical communities. http://www.metapointsreality.blogspot.com

We have a blog for the monthly gifted metatelecalls free for the public. http://www.metapointstelecalls.blogspot.com

We have ablog for metaproducts such as health suggestions, mp3s, cds, etc. http://www.metapointsmetaproducts.blogspot.com

The beauty is that your participation is what completes these blogs as unity, as a metareality! Love Deb

Keep opening yourself up to new worlds! They are here! They need your metamind to find them! Love, Tantra