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Bolahnod Richard Carlson

"The Coming Reign of Love" (a prophecy)

Imagine a world in which there is only one religion, the Way of Love, a mystical path of initiation. There is only one "church", a living fellowship of Holy Love (a spiritual organism, not an organization.

The only government is the reign of Love (on Earth as it is in Heaven). It is beyond the realm of anarchism, yet there is no ruler (an-archy) except the Spirit of Love enthroned in each heart. Love is the fulfilling of the Law, justice and mercy united at last. The Word is alive, written on the wind.

Energy comes from the sun, not nuclear fission or fusion, or the burning of fossil fuels. Uranium, coal and petroleum are left buried in the earth, where they are safe, where they serve a purpose in the internal life of the planet (as organs of the earth) and where the creativity of Love put them. Energy ultimately comes from the eternal Spirit of Love. A disciplined mind, under the guidance of Love, is flexible and fearless. A devoted spirit, united with Divine Love, is compassionate and wise.

Minds interpenetrate. As fear and suspicion give way to Love, trust and mutual respect, we learn that we are truly all One. We see through each other's eyes because we see through Love's eyes. We know as we are known.

Stealing, lying, violence, abuse and hatred have all been removed from our midst. No crime, no gangs, no police, no prisons, no possible injury to another that is not also seen to be self-injury and therefore not even contemplated. There are no guns, no bombs, no terrorism or warfare, no military-industrial complex, no conscription.

Money is but a relic, no longer recognized as having any value. The economy is now based on global cooperation. Competition is seen as a tragic superstition of an unenlightened age. Capitalism was shown to be as incapable of serving human needs as feudalism, slavery, socialism, communism, welfare statism and fascism. Banks and insurance companies no longer exist. There are no political parties. Freedom of speech and freedom of conscience are guaranteed to all, in accordance with the Divine gift of free will. Freedom of assembly and freedom of association are woven into the very fabric of the newly-born world community.

There are no T.V. commercials, no T.V. violence, and much less idle watching of television (that former idol). Even as a tool of communication and education, T.V. and the Internet are secondary to the telepathic resonance of our heart-minds, our ability to touch as One Consciousness. There is no censorship and no pornography. There is much poetry, storytelling, music and dancing. MYV and I-Tunes have been replaced by the Music of the Spheres (the eternal sound of Creation). There are no superstars because we all shine.

There is no use of cocaine, heroin, liquor or nicotine, for they are not needed. Our memories have been healed of pain and trauma. There is no mental illness, no psychiatry, the mind not dominated by the delusions of ego. Joyful enthusiasm is universal and the exchange of energy among us is warm and sincere. Every day is a holiday, a holy day, and there is only today, this moment, the eternal present (and it is a present from the Light of Love). This day is a celebration, a festival of true friendship.

Work is voluntary, inseparable from play. We are all creative artists and inventors, and our creations are freely given. Things are produced for our needs, not to be marketed for profit. Objects are not owned, "possessions" are used to enhance our mutual enjoyment of life. There is no hoarding. There is no garbage or waste.

Death has been overcome. Sickness and disease are a thing of the past: no AIDS, no cancer, no heart attacks, no toothaches. There are no unwanted pregnancies, no need for abortion, only conscious conception and natural childbirth. There is a decline in the birthrate, and the population is spread in harmonious balance upon the reborn earth. There are many colors among us, but only one race, the human race. We are again one tribe, and the rainbow is Love's reminder of how precious we are. The communion of Love is not a New World Order. We have a common language, as our tongue is no longer bewildered.

There are no countries, but much countryside. There are no borders, no guards, no passports. There are no ambassadors, yet multitudes of citizen diplomats. We are Emissaries of Love. There are no tornadoes, hurricanes, tsunamis, flash floods, earthquakes or volcanoes. The animals are no longer carnivorous, nor are humans.

Everyone is a student and everyone is a teacher. We are caretakers tending the Garden. In your mailbox you find no bills or junk mail, only Love letters. There is no fashion industry and everyone is arrayed in splendor. There are no cosmetics and everyone is beautiful.

The Holy Land doesn't belong to Jews or Arabs, it belongs to Love. The holy land, as Black Elk said, is everywhere. Jerusalem is the City of Shalom/ Salaam. Love is the fertile soil in which peace grows. Love is the vibration that resonates off the walls we build, even as we learn to walk through them. There are no locks, no keys, no secret files, and no secrets to put in them.

Christ is our friend and elder brother. As Love Incarnate he healed, as Servant he died, as Radiant Love he was raised anew, proving Love is stronger than death. Everyone can now see this, no need for argument, proselytizing, persecution, doubt.

We share ecstatic vision, the awe of experiencing the Majesty of Love, a pulsing and glowing Creation, alive with wonder. Our efforts and our labors are pleasant. Life is a joyous challenge, and the reward is in the Love witnessed as we accomplish our tasks.

GOOD NEWS. THIS IS AS IT SHALL BE!

BIO

Bolahnod is simply one of Love's messengers. He has been a father, poet, artist, drummer, dancer, yogi, meditation teacher (including with prisoners), personal care attendant (with disabled adults), peace activist. He is the Minnesota coordinator of The Love Foundation (sponsors of Global Love Day annually on May 1). He is a longtime devotee of Holy Love.

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Rob Brezny

Sacred Uproar

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Rob Brezsny is an aspiring master of curiosity, perpetrator of sacred uproar, and founder of the Beauty and Truth Lab. He writes "Free Will Astrology," a syndicated weekly column that appears in over a hundred other publications and on the Web.

His next book will be published late this summer. It's called Pronoia Is the Antidote for Paranoia: How All of Creation Is Conspiring To Shower You with Blessings.

As much a storyteller and prophet as astrologer, Brezsny brings a literate, myth-savvy perspective to his work. When Utne Reader named him a "Culture Hero", it observed: "With a blend of spontaneous poetry, feisty politics, and fanciful put-on, Brezsny breathes new life into the tabloid mummy of zodiac advice columns."

In its profile of Brezsny, the New York Times quoted a reader who compared his writing to that of the novelist Tom Robbins. The horoscopes "are like little valentines, buoyant and spilling over with mischievousness. They're a soul prognosis."

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Rob Brezsny

World Kiss

The world is young, your soul is free,
and you are finally ready
to fall in love again and again
every day and every way.
So please feel free to fall in love
with this perfect moment
and this perfect place
with these perfect feelings
and all these perfect faces.

I love you
I love me
I love you and me together

I love us
I love them
I love us and them together

All of creation is alive and conscious, and all of creation deserves our burning, churning, yearning love. All of it. Not just the people and creatures and things that we personally find beautiful and helpful and interesting. But everything. All of creation.

If we want to become the gorgeous geniuses we were born to be, if we want to give back as many blessings as we are given, we’ve got to be in love with every single part of the Goddess’s extravagant masterpiece.

And so we can’t possibly be mere heterosexuals. We can’t possibly be mere homosexuals or bisexuals.

If we want to commune with the world the way the Goddess does, we’ve got to be Pantheosexuals — we’ve got to be experts in the art of Polymorphous Perverse Omnidirectional Goddess Diddling. Anything less is a lie, an obscene limitation.

With this in mind, I invite you to perform the ritual of the World Kiss. To do the World Kiss, conjure up your most expansive feeling of tenderness — like what you might experience when you’re infatuated with a new lover or when you gaze into the eyes of your new-born baby for the first time — and then blow kisses to all of creation.

Blow kisses to the oak trees and sparrows and elephants and weeds. Blow kisses to the wind and rain and rocks and machines. Blow kisses to the gardens and jails, the cars and the toys. the politicians and saints, to the girls and the boys and every gender in between.

And with each World Kiss you bestow, keep uppermost in your emotions a mood of irreverent adoration and horny compassion. And remember that it’s not enough simply to perform the outer gesture; you’ve got to have a heart-on in each of your seven chakras.

I love you
I love me
I love you and me together

I love us
I love them
I love us and them together

Rilke said that
“for one human being to love another
is the most difficult task.
It’s the work for which all other work is mere preparation.”

Teillard de Chardin said:
“Some day after we have mastered the winds, the waves and gravity, we will harness for God the energies of love; and then for a second time in the history of the world, humans will have discovered fire.”

Leo Tolstoy said:
“Everything I understand, I understand only because I love.”

Pascal said:
“If you do not love too much, you do not love enough.”

Emily Dickinson said:
“Until you have loved, you cannot become yourself.”

You and I say:
Because we love
Ruby-throated hummingbirds sip from plum flowers
and the moon sings its silver fragrance
to the swans and volcanoes and fields of wheat

Because we love
Wild grapevines coil around the roots of the mountain
and mangoes ripen in the smoke of forest fires

Because we love
Everything alive swims in an eternal river
that flows through our dreams all night long

I love you
I love me
I love you and me together

I love us
I love them
I love us and them together

I’m blowing World Kisses to you right now, and to everyone you love and to everyone you hate. I’m blowing World Kisses to all the convenience store clerks in the world. I’m blowing world kisses to the Norwegian widower working on an oil rig off the coast of Nigeria and to the weaver playing cards with her nine-year-old granddaughter in a bus station in San Salvador.

I’m blowing World Kisses to all the ravens in Ontario, and to the tornado rolling along the eastern coast of the Black Sea, and to the 15-year-old tractor rusting in a junkyard in Montevideo, Uruguay.

I’m blowing World Kisses to the woman who broke my heart, and to the friend who betrayed my trust, and to the rich old white male politicians in Washington who hate everything I stand for.

I’m not afraid of running out of love. The more love I give, the more love I have to give.

On you and me and all of everything, I bestow my ripest blessings, and hereby declare that since my atoms and your atoms were ripped asunder at the Big Bang, I have fantasized of our rapturous reunion.

World Kiss is brought to you by the ecstatic state of mind that the poet Daniel Ladinsky enjoyed when he said,
“One regret, dear world,
that I am determined not to have
when I am lying on my death bed
is that I did not kiss you enough!”

I love you
I love me
I love you and me together

I love us
I love them
I love us and them together

BIO

Rob Brezsny is an aspiring master of curiosity, perpetrator of sacred uproar, and founder of the Beauty and Truth Lab. He writes "Free Will Astrology," a syndicated weekly column that appears in over a hundred other publications and on the Web.

His next book will be published late this summer. It's called Pronoia Is the Antidote for Paranoia: How All of Creation Is Conspiring To Shower You with Blessings.

As much a storyteller and prophet as astrologer, Brezsny brings a literate, myth-savvy perspective to his work. When Utne Reader named him a "Culture Hero", it observed: "With a blend of spontaneous poetry, feisty politics, and fanciful put-on, Brezsny breathes new life into the tabloid mummy of zodiac advice columns."

In its profile of Brezsny, the New York Times quoted a reader who compared his writing to that of the novelist Tom Robbins. The horoscopes "are like little valentines, buoyant and spilling over with mischievousness. They're a soul prognosis."

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Lisa Citore

If You Want to Change the World… Love a Woman

If you want to change the world… love a woman-really love her.
Find the one who calls to your soul, who doesn’t make sense.
Throw away your check list and put your ear to her heart and listen.
Hear the names, the prayers, the songs of every living thing-
every winged one, every furry and scaled one,
every underground and underwater one, every green and flowering one,
every not yet born and dying one…
Hear their melancholy praises back to the One who gave them life.
If you haven’t heard your own name yet, you haven’t listened long enough.
If your eyes aren’t filled with tears, if you aren’t bowing at her feet,
you haven’t ever grieved having almost lost her.

If you want to change the world… love a woman-one woman
beyond yourself, beyond desire and reason,
beyond your male preferences for youth, beauty and variety
and all your superficial concepts of freedom.
We have given ourselves so many choices
we have forgotten that true liberation
comes from standing in the middle of the soul’s fire
and burning through our resistance to Love.
There is only one Goddess.
Look into Her eyes and see-really see
if she is the one to bring the axe to your head.
If not, walk away. Right now.
Don’t waste time “trying.”
Know that your decision has nothing to do with her
because ultimately it’s not with who,
but when we choose to surrender.

If you want to change the world… love a woman.
Love her for life-beyond your fear of death,
beyond your fear of being manipulated
by the Mother inside your head.
Don’t tell her you’re willing to die for her.
Say you’re willing to LIVE with her,
plant trees with her and watch them grow.
Be her hero by telling her how beautiful she is in her vulnerable majesty,
by helping her to remember every day that she IS Goddess
through your adoration and devotion.

If you want to change the world… love a woman
in all her faces, through all her seasons
and she will heal you of your schizophrenia-
your double-mindedness and half-heartedness
which keeps your Spirit and body separate-
which keeps you alone and always looking outside your Self
for something to make your life worth living.
There will always be another woman.
Soon the new shiny one will become the old dull one
and you’ll grow restless again, trading in women like cars,
trading in the Goddess for the latest object of your desire.
Man doesn’t need any more choices.
What man needs is Woman, the Way of the Feminine,
of Patience and Compassion, non-seeking, non-doing,
of breathing in one place and sinking deep intertwining roots
strong enough to hold the Earth together
while she shakes off the cement and steel from her skin.

If you want to change the world… love a woman, just one woman .
Love and protect her as if she is the last holy vessel.
Love her through her fear of abandonment
which she has been holding for all of humanity.
No, the wound is not hers to heal alone.
No, she is not weak in her codependence.

If you want to change the world… love a woman
all the way through
until she believes you,
until her instincts, her visions, her voice, her art, her passion,
her wildness have returned to her-
until she is a force of love more powerful
than all the political media demons who seek to devalue and destroy her.

If you want to change the world,
lay down your causes, your guns and protest signs.
Lay down your inner war, your righteous anger
and love a woman…
beyond all of your striving for greatness,
beyond your tenacious quest for enlightenment.
The holy grail stands before you
if you would only take her in your arms
and let go of searching for something beyond this intimacy.

What if peace is a dream which can only be re-membered
through the heart of Woman?
What if a man’s love for Woman, the Way of the Feminine
is the key to opening Her heart?

If you want to change the world…love a woman
to the depths of your shadow,
to the highest reaches of your Being,
back to the Garden where you first met her,
to the gateway of the rainbow realm
where you walk through together as Light as One,
to the point of no return,
to the ends and the beginning of a new Earth.

BIO

Lisa Citore looks sex, desire, relationship, intimacy, and feminine empowerment straight in the face. She has a way of turning on, stirring up, spreading joy, and inspiring laughter in audiences across the U.S. and beyond.

On Valentines Day 2014, Lisa started a year-long blogging experiment to explore the relationship between pleasure and women’s health. She’s sharing her experiences, thoughts, and wisdom along the way as part of her daily practice.

Keep It Wet, Lisa’s latest production, debuted in the winter of 2012-13 to sold out performances at Center Stage Theater in Santa Barbara, CA. Lisa’s poem, “If You Want to Change the World, Love a Woman,” written and published online in 2008, has widely circulated the blogosphere and has been shared on Facebook hundreds of thousands of times. Previous productions—all performed to sold-out theaters and performance venues—include Sex, Light Addicts & Riding Dragons, 2008; Bloodlines, 2007; and Tao of Sex, 2005.

Lisa leads no-holds-barred intensives to introduce people to the work that inspired her own sexual healing, awakening, and liberation. She also offers public programs speaking at universities, conferences, and festivals on the relationship between pleasure and women’s health.

A 1998 national slam poet finalist, Lisa has extensive training in the yogic and sexual arts, and wrote for a decade at a major greeting card company; many of her lines of cards are still in wide circulation. She raised her now grown and ever fabulous daughter as a single mom.

Lisa is laughing, loving and fucking her way through middle age, inspiring women everywhere to reclaim their sense of power and sexual authority, while waking up both men and women to new possibilities for sex, relationship, and global stewardship. As far as Lisa is concerned, the modern sexual crisis is no less important than the environmental one, and more related than most people think.

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Ajaya Sommers

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Having the auspicious opportunity of being raised within a Sufi community and by a family of healers, from a very early age, I discovered the power of love and our innate capacity to heal or integrate all life experience inside the awareness of our true nature. Although I experienced many hardships as all human beings do, I believe that my original innocence or conscious connection with spirit was always supported and has allowed me to carry the gift of seeing and thus supporting this aspect of another, particularly in times of challenge.

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Eden Rumelt

Choosing Lucidity

I create Air as an offering.
My eternal heart is open, receiving.
I am awake, taking a walk at home
in my hot black boots.
I am a monkey, a cat, a fairy, a dragon,
with visionary spiders as guardians.

I am surrendering
into innumerable birds,
flocking together, becoming rivers:
focused Water flowing as an offering.

I build supple bridges with my celestialness,
hewn with utmost trust
in the adventure of time and space
and choosing lucidity.

I ripple,
feeling everyone feeling everyone.
Feeling
every
one.

I am immense amounts of energy
spewing forth from places
of high sensitivity.

I am fiercely hungry and
relishing in it.

I release into rootedness,
my flowers planted inside
the Earth of Eden.

Enfolded and uncoiled
in love,
I humbly offer myself,
gracefully and with fervor
I create Fire as an offering.


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HEART–WOKEN

I awake each day
to the re-discovery of loving you.

Your heart,
intricate antique lace,
and your soul,
rich intoxicating brandy,
have become my favorite books of poetry.

I relish you more with every reading.
Once heart-broken,
I’d gone vagabond,
riding freight trains with
my dopey side-kick ego.

Now I am heart-woken,
a vibrating piano string
struck by your presence.

Our love is a smolders,
a peach being ripened by the sun.
And yet sometimes, you become ill
with the poison of past disappointments.

I hold you tenderly until the fever passes.
Sometimes I am a mess of ancient rage.

You sing me calmly back to peace.
We meet once again in this place,
filled up with
life’s perfection.

We love each other this way,
and we are
salty and buoyant
as the ocean I see us swimming in
before I awake each day.

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Visionary poet

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