Image courtesy of (digitalart) www.freedigitalphotos.net Are you slowing down,
listening to the Inner Whispers of your Autumn Self? She is gently calling your senses to awaken to the Beauty you See in every leaf, acorn, pumpkin or tree... All of it, a display of your Wondrous Self... 'Come, Beloved... a bit closer find that which lies dormant under a pile of leaves...' (c) Cezarina Trone
0 Comments
Can you dream your wings and fly?
You alone create that movement of freedom... GO to the edge and fly...now... ~Cezarina WHAT ARE THE QUALITIES OF A MATURE PERSON? The qualities of a mature person are very strange. First, he is not a person. He is no longer a self. He has a presence, but he is not a person. Second, he is more like a child...simple and innocent. That’s why I said the qualities of a mature person are very strange, because maturity gives a sense as if he has experienced, as if he is aged, old. Physically he may be old, but spiritually he is an innocent child. His maturity is not just experience gained through life. Then he will not be a child, and then he will not be a presence; he will be an experienced person – knowledgeable but not mature. Maturity has nothing to do with your life experiences. It has something to do with your inward journey, experiences of the inner world. The more he goes deeper into himself, the more mature he is. When he has reached the very center of his being, he is perfectly mature. But at that moment the person disappears, only presence remains. The self disappears, only silence remains. Knowledge disappears, only innocence remains. To me, maturity is another name for realization: you have come to the fulfillment of your potential, it has become actual. The seed has come on a long journey, and has blossomed. Maturity has a fragrance. It gives a tremendous beauty to the individual. It gives intelligence, the sharpest possible intelligence. It makes him nothing but love. His action is love, his inaction is love; his life is love, his death is love. He is just a flower of love. The West has definitions of maturity which are very childish. The West means by maturity that you are no longer innocent, that you have ripened through life experiences, that you cannot be cheated easily, that you cannot be exploited, that you have within you something like a solid rock – a protection, a security. This definition is very ordinary, very worldly. Yes, in the world you will find mature people of this type. But the way I see maturity is totally different, diametrically opposite to this definition. The maturity will not make you a rock; it will make you so vulnerable, so soft, so simple. I remember...a thief entered a master’s hut. It was a full-moon night, and by mistake he had entered; otherwise, what can you find in a master’s house? The thief was looking, and was amazed that there was nothing. And then suddenly he saw a man who was coming with a candle in his hand. The man said, “What are you looking for in the dark? Why did you not wake me up? I was just sleeping near the front door, and I could have showed you the whole house.” And the man looked so simple and so innocent, as if he could not conceive that anybody could be a thief. Before his simplicity and innocence, the thief said, “Perhaps you do not know that I am a thief.” The master said, “That doesn’t matter, one has to be someone. The point is that I have been in the house for thirty years and I have not found anything, so let us search together! And if we can find something, we can be partners. I have not found anything in this house; it is just empty.” The thief was a little afraid: the man seems to be strange. Either he is mad or...who knows what kind of man he is? He wanted to escape, because he had brought things from two other houses that he had left outside the house. The master had only one blanket – that was all that he had – and it was a cold night, so he told that thief, “Don’t go this way, don’t insult me this way; otherwise I will never be able to forgive myself, that a poor man came to my house in the middle of the night and had to go empty-handed. Just take this blanket. And it will be good – outside it is so cold. I am inside the house; it is warmer here.” He covered the thief with his blanket. The thief was just losing his mind! He said, “What are you doing? I am a thief!” The master said, “That does not matter. In this world everybody has to be somebody, has to do something. You may be stealing; that doesn’t matter, a profession is a profession. Just do it well, with all my blessings. Do it perfectly, don’t be caught; otherwise you will be in trouble.” The thief said, “You are strange. You are naked and you don’t have anything!” The master said, “Don’t be worried, because I am coming with you! Only the blanket was keeping me in this house; otherwise in this house there is nothing – and the blanket I have given to you. I am coming with you – we will live together. You seem to have many things; it is a good partnership. I have given my all to you. You can give me a little bit; that will be right.” The thief could not believe it! He just wanted to escape from that place and from that man. He said, “No, I cannot take you with me. I have my wife, I have my children, and my neighbors, what will they say? – `You have brought a naked man!’” He said, “That’s right. I will not put you in any embarrassing situation. So you can go, I will remain in this house.” And as the thief was going, the master shouted, “Hey! Come back!” The thief had never heard such a strong voice; it went just like a knife. He had to come back. The master said, “Learn some ways of courtesy. I have given you the blanket and you have not even thanked me. So first, thank me; it will help you a long way. Secondly, going out – you opened the door when you came in – close the door! Can’t you see the night is so cold, and can’t you see that I have given you the blanket and I am naked? Your being a thief is okay, but as far as manners are concerned, I am a difficult man. I cannot tolerate this kind of behavior. Say thank you!” The thief had to say, “Thank you, sir,” and he closed the door and escaped. He could not believe what had happened! He could not sleep the whole night. Again and again he remembered...he had never heard such a strong voice, such power. And the man had nothing! He enquired the next day and he found out that this was a great master. He had not done well. It was absolutely ugly to go to that poor man; he had nothing. But he was a great master. The thief said, “That I can understand myself – that he is a very strange kind of man. In my whole life I have been coming in contact with different kinds of people, from the poorest to the richest, but never... even remembering him, a shivering goes through my body. “When he called me back I could not run away. I was absolutely free, I could have taken the things and run away, but I could not. There was something in his voice that pulled me back.” After a few months the thief was caught, and in the court the magistrate asked him, “Can you name a person who knows you in this vicinity?” He said, “Yes, one person knows me” ...and he named the master. The magistrate said, “That’s enough – call the master. His testimony is worth that of ten thousand people. What he says about you will be enough to give judgment.” The magistrate asked the master, “Do you know this man?” He said, “Know him? We are partners. He is my friend. He even visited me one night in the middle of the night. It was so cold that I gave him my blanket. He is using it, you can see. That blanket is famous all over the country; everybody knows it is mine.” The magistrate said, “He is your friend? And does he steal?” The master said, “Never! He can never steal. He is such a gentleman that when I gave him the blanket he said to me, `Thank you, sir.’ When he went out of the house, he silently closed the doors. He is a very polite, nice fellow.” The magistrate said, “If you say so, then all the testimonies of the witnesses who have said that he is a thief are cancelled. He is freed.” The master went out and the thief followed him. The master said, “What are you doing? Why are you coming with me?” He said, “Now I can never leave you. You have called me your friend, you have called me your partner. Nobody has ever given me any respect. You are the first person who has said that I am a gentleman, a nice person. I am going to sit at your feet and learn how to be like you. From where have you got this maturity, this power, this strength, this seeing of things in a totally different way?” The master said, “Do you know that night how bad I felt? You had gone; it was so cold. Without a blanket sleep was not possible. I was just sitting by the window seeing the full moon, and I wrote a poem: `If I was rich enough I would have given this perfect moon to that poor fellow, who had come in the dark to search for something in a poor man’s house. I would have given the moon if I had been rich enough, but I am poor myself.’ I will show you the poem, come with me. “I wept that night, that thieves should learn a few things. At least they should inform a day or two ahead when they come to a man like me, so we can arrange something, so they don’t have to go empty-handed. “It is good that you remembered me in the court; otherwise those fellows are dangerous, they may have mistreated you. I offered that very night to come with you and be partners with you, but you refused. Now you want... There is no problem, you can come. Whatever I have I will share with you. But it is not material: it is something invisible.” The thief said, “That I can feel; it is something invisible. But you have saved my life, and now it is yours. Make whatever you want to make of it. I have been simply wasting it. Seeing you, looking in your eyes, one thing is certain – that you can transform me. I have fallen in love from that very night. Osho, Beyond Psychology, Talk #37 To continue reading: click here My friend Dan Engelhardt and I have talked about the right time for bringing to life a website called ILLUSIONS OF SEPARATION, and time went by...and by...until a few days ago, when I felt that inner movement of the Creative Surge rise within me with a new bubbling joy... I carried with me a whole notebook filled of poems I wrote seven years ago while living in Niger. I silently asked which poem would be ready for this co-creation and the page opened in my hands to this one... As I recited each word, not knowing how long it would take to layer the voice over the instrumental part, we were in awe to discover that, as I spoke the last word in the poem, there came, the last note in Dan's music track ... So please remember, that, in the end, it is not the messenger who counts, but the message , eternally ALIVE in our awareness: The GATEWAY is here...now You can stand by and watch OR you can RUN through it. I AM a Body of WONDER...
FORMless, TIMEless, SPACEless... I AM roaming beautiful Cosmic Landscapes to weave new strands of JOY, DELIGHT and ENCHANTMENT into the fabric of the New Earth. ~Cezarina I was able to captured a glimpse of our Sound Alchemy in Tuscany this summer, enjoy listening deeply to this Tuscan Jasmine Sound Signature song co-created spontaneously one magical morning at the enchanted villa La Chiara di Prumiano.
The Jasmine along with the other Tuscan vortex essences is available to be ordered here: http://www.vortexessences.com/tuscany-essences.html I recommend that you listen to this audio file many times until its sound bath brings you into the depth of the New Renaissance Portal. As Kathryne Wegand (the maker of this vibrational medicine) says: "Be aware. Sense the expanded energies. Invite your connection to the new frequencies awaiting to be embraced." Midnight June 9th, 2014...the vibrant music, the cosmic birthday celebrations and the dance steps had come to an end on the pedanta platform at the Tuscan Villa and yet, as I stepped outside in the dark in the olive groves, I could still hear the subtle rhythm of the lingering inner musical masterpiece we have been weaving together for an entire week at la Chiara, the place of the New Light. I felt my bare feet clinging to the different textures of this sacred ground as if new patterns and grooves emerged from inside the soles ofmy feet to anchor in the New Renaissance codes we all have been downloading into these bodies. The stillness in the air breathed me into herself. My eyes projected diffused orange light into the Tuscan hills in the distance admiring the extra glowing effect of the moon above as she was slowly waving her smiles over my head from her breathtaking midnight blue gondola. Lightning bugs added fireworks sparkles to this special summer's night charm and a few appointed birds offered just the right pitch for the musical tones I was to hear next. In their circle gathering earlier in the day, the Magicians of Tuscany had decided that this was not the end, only the beginning of a new found freedom to simply move about as Pure Light emanating itself from within in each space available for transformation. They knew ahead that what they have set to do here has not been done before... it has taken more than courage, a bold inner trust to follow a continuous flow of inspiration moment by moment and weave new forms of expression with each other ( for example... when one began to speak, another would start to see a glimpse of what is to be done next, and yet another pieced an old puzzle in consciousness perhaps while the rest of them simply witnessed the magnificence of these new ways of being and becoming. ) When I was finally falling asleep late at night, I felt pure contentment. I had been watching these magnificent magicians at work and play and my awe had expanded into great admiration. Some knew each other from before the journey, and some only knew they had to come together as a group like this, less structure more ease and flow each day. My eyelids were gently closing when all our shared moments of creating magic in the moment started to parade through my awareness like pulses of light contracting towards the center and expanding more and more until every pore of my being drank in all the beauty that had somehow remained hidden to my senses through the day. SUZ - I saw Suz again in my inner eye as she was slowly walking on the road near the villa holding a metal rose in her cupped hands. Her face was illumined with a pink glow and her heart flooding the road with a blinding light. I had passed her by in speechless awe and giggled at my mind's sudden wondering if she had asked Corrindo to disassemble the chandelier in the lounge. And yet I knew that was not the case. She had just called forth her own passion rose of the heart to hold and cherish eternally. BRENDA was still standing on her balcony facing the Tuscan hills of wonder, smelling of most intoxicating jasmine fragrance, her face transfigured by the orange sunset light show. She was continually emanating her exquisite experience of now. She had become the eternal fairy queen she was born to embody. LISA's presence emerged next into a well-formed memory of loving the black Tuscan kitten as her own and being loved back so dearly that her tears of joy watered many gardens of inter-dimensional relationship gaps. I was deeply touched as if my inner being had been kissed by yet another gentle Tuscan rose. ANDRIANA walked in the splendor of her celestial body setting us as star jewels within the crown of Sovereignty and Royal Elegance. Both audible and silent songs we received from her Being rearranged cellular memories into new starry clusters of undreamed potential. SANTARI sang his cosmic dragon heart out to the flowers, people and places directing the course of all new realities to connect and gracefully merge into the now. His cosmic birthday window pulled us all into a vortex of claiming and celebrating all seen and unseen events of a grand mystical week in Tuscany. MARY - Soon after I saw Mary move about as sweetness and gentleness personified. She could translate any moment in consciousness as a melodious, lovable and charming reality. I couldn't get enough of hugging her loving Self. KRISTA paused to gather and realize all the loose pieces within our mystical butterfly journey and then she declared them complete. Transcending all time lines and spaces, all required stories had been fulfilled within this week of illuminating splendor. KA - Kathryne (oh, leave it to K) walked on and off the grid as she set off to appease the old bloodlines offering her sweet loving essences as most enticing vibrational gifts to thirsty ancient mouths of history. Was there enough play to be had in Tuscany? Yes, of course... Kathryne made sure of it overseeing the flow of our interconnectedness each day. JODY - Then...Everywhere I looked, Jody was capturing the essence of beauty rebirthing itself in endless forms ( breathtaking rolling Tuscan hills, quiet meadows, companion cats and dogs, roses galore, chapels, the daily shows of light and shadow, the many faces of us redefined, and so much more). There wasn't a rock left to turn or a rose petal in want of caressing at la Chiara as this Goddess of macro photography anchored herself into the inner earth and silently pulled up the roots of needless inquiry into the whys and hows of co-creation to the max. JAMES (who had come along to simply hold space and be on his own in the background of the retreat) ended up creating a new journey of seeking freedom apart from a group and yet finding it within the circle. His daily reflections and gentle gestures of honoring the Divine Feminine were being recorded on the etheric pages of the new consciousness we were playfully anchoring in Tuscany. RAYSEEN (who hadn't physically made it to Tuscany this time) was holding the template of the New Renaissance from her end... her heart still beating to the inner song she heard so long ago, now turned to a self loving lullaby. She smiled and knew she was complete. As you continue to see with the eyes of your heart, my friend, you simply cultivate a powerful inner sight in such a magical way that allows for a continuous flow of creative inspiration to guide you from one moment's chamber to another. Halfway though this journey, you find that you have entered a palace of endless creations and you have agreed to take great delight in each step.
BREATH more Joy into your day now... and more JOY will rise within you. Let your INNER BEING unfold... You have been waiting to meet yourself here. Love, Cezarina |
AuthorCezarina Trone Archives
November 2023
Categories |