<![CDATA[ - Read, Listen, Share]]>Tue, 10 Oct 2017 22:45:54 -0700Weebly<![CDATA[Travelogue Peru - 8/13]]>Thu, 13 Aug 2015 16:43:48 GMThttp://paulsummerlin.com/read-listen-share/travelogue-813 Picture
I just recently returned from a 3 week stay at 'The Way Inn Holistic Healing Center' in Peru, where I was immersed in a variety of ceremonial medicine work and spiritual practice.  The work was grueling, the lessons deep and impactful, and the benefits are great and will be long-lasting.  More and more folks from the West are being drawn to this kind of healing work, as modern western conventions in medicine and psychiatry have often fallen short for many in terms of affecting deep and lasting change within that so many of us seek.  This is my second such journey to find such deep and lasting change.  I travelled to the Way Inn 2 years ago to work with Ayahuasca for the first time.  The experience altered my life in ways I could not have expected or predicted.  The circumstances leading to my second journey with the medicine were no doubt different from the first time around, but no less poignant and important.  We don't ordinarily get to choose the nature and character of our experience -- there is a greater 'play' at hand beyond the Ego's ability to comprehend.  To put it gently, I was struggling in life; yet what was clear to me was that my first initiation into this medicine work had not exacerbated or worsened the vicissitudes of life, but merely deepened my entire experience of life, such that I became more open, both internally and externally, to taking on and transmuting more of what needed to be washed away.  This kind of spiritual practice is a delicate step-by-step process, that demands a lifetime of our commitment and respect.  If we are able to walk the path with grace, patience, and equanimity, the benefits can be great, as I am learning.  Humility and surrender are the key. I am deeply grateful to have stumbled into this path, and I embrace it as a higher calling.


All honor and glory be to You, Almighty and Heavenly Creator; thank You for Your Sacrifice and thank You for this life; for breathing life of Soul into us, and every living creature into the farthest reaches of Your Creation, every corner, dimension, and expression of Your Universe - the 'One Song' we sing to You; Your will be done in the heart, mind, and body of all of us, and each and every animate, inanimate, sentient, and non-sentient expression of Your Great Servant, Gaia Sophia, throughout Her great and incalculable cycles of time, karma, and purification, culminating in Her greatest expression of Her return Home to You, Source, Galactic Center, the wellspring of what we are; as we, Her servants and caretakers, strive to be so humbled, worthy, and accomplished in Your Grace, to ride on Her limbs into that great Invitation, tuning our heartstrings, lifetime after lifetime, to help steer the course of our Blessed Mother Earth, up, out, free, and away from Her archontic bondage, knowing that the only tenable path available to us is the complete purification of our very own hearts, minds, and bodies, and the utter surrender to Your Will, which is What Is;  through Your Grace, may we distinguish illusion from truth, and mind from Soul, the Soul You have gifted us from beyond Eternity, for us to cherish, protect, and retrieve, over and over again, until You are most pleased; forgive us our iniquities, and protect us from our own shortcomings, as the Sun, Amen Ra, the light which transports Your Divine Essence, and gives us life in this terrestrial realm, guides Great Gaia back home, with us, so humbly and willingly nurturing and cherishing Her most unnecessarily scourged and tattered brow, and the gifts She, amidst the most unwarranted disrespect by our own hands, still so lovingly bestows upon us, that we may be healed, purified, strengthened, and made whole in Your Love once again; Om Shanti Om is our song to You, and to each other; may we gratefully and graciously accept these gifts into our bodies and minds, that they may hold, keep, and nurture that Love, Joy, Peace, and Serenity that only flow from You, expunging and expelling all else which is not of Your Truth:  confusion, doubt, fear, sadness, hatred, envy, greed, lust, and apathy; we honor and protect these gifts from misuse, abuse, and proselytization, with all the humility, courage, and wisdom bestowed by You through the very pours of Pachamama's flesh, that they may serve their only true purpose, which is to bring us back to You, by bringing us back to Her; with Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva -- Isis, Osiris, Horus -- Patri, Fili, Spiritu-Sancti -- and all the Buddhas across the aeons of time as our guides, we vow to commune with these gifts with the utmost sincerity, respect, humility, and scrupulous effort, so that we may be healed of our impurities in the body, mind, and heart, and each Crystal zest-shaving of Your Source can sing its song once more...
Furthermore, guide and protect Your servants here gathered, as they approach this Sacred Blessing with all their courage, humility, and surrender; through the spirit of this medicine, may all of us gathered here experience and honor the Love we now partake, which only comes from You...

©2015 Paul Summerlin
<![CDATA[Meditation, 4-27]]>Mon, 27 Apr 2015 11:45:03 GMThttp://paulsummerlin.com/read-listen-share/meditation-4-27
May all our responses to all our experiences be towards our highest good, and for the well-being of all..  May we love and honor our open hearts, trusting that Gaia, and our love for Her, will protect us through all trials..  May we only say what needs to be said, only do what needs to be done, only experience what comes with the deepest faith in the reflection of what is being changed inside us.. May we strive to transmute all deceit into truth, all pain into power, all matter into spirit, all tears into laughter.. May we accept the consequences of our karmas in each moment, respecting the lesson of how to move forward..  May every yearning of our hearts' cries be manifested into the very purview of our eyes..
<![CDATA[Meditation, 4-21]]>Tue, 21 Apr 2015 14:56:31 GMThttp://paulsummerlin.com/read-listen-share/meditation-4-21
When Tension itself is so beautifully, painfully, and perfectly expressed, calling forth all deceit to be exposed and released; and then it is itself pulled apart, by the most brutally honest grace in the complexity of Sophia's stranglehold; It becomes more desperate and angry than ever, and hurls Itself carelessly onto any fear it can find; then, slowly, like a moving miracle, Truth and Justice are most naturally revealed, honored, and enforced.  
<![CDATA[Aphorism, 4-14]]>Tue, 14 Apr 2015 16:03:06 GMThttp://paulsummerlin.com/read-listen-share/aphorism-4-14
Our Imagination is Our Imagination.
But nothing can be 'just' Our Imagination.
<![CDATA[Meditation, 4-03]]>Fri, 03 Apr 2015 14:02:55 GMThttp://paulsummerlin.com/read-listen-share/meditation-4-03
A Tetrad turns for home.  Tears topple onto topsoil, turning dust to mud.  We gather the mud and push it uphill, turning mud into clay.  We shape the clay into ourselves.  In this way we live.  
<![CDATA[Meditation, 11-08]]>Sat, 08 Nov 2014 13:09:10 GMThttp://paulsummerlin.com/read-listen-share/meditation-11-08Picture
When the right little thing goes out,
The right big thing comes in..

<![CDATA[Aphorism, 10-24]]>Fri, 24 Oct 2014 21:02:32 GMThttp://paulsummerlin.com/read-listen-share/aphorism-10-24
Something has to break, for Heaven's sake,
And so we break it, for Heaven's sake.
<![CDATA[Meditation, 10-17]]>Fri, 17 Oct 2014 19:54:49 GMThttp://paulsummerlin.com/read-listen-share/meditation-10-17
Nature is Just.  
We know Judge-Ment before we know Just-Ice.  
Nature chooses the Juice.  
We drink the Juice.
<![CDATA[Aphorism, 10-15]]>Wed, 15 Oct 2014 22:15:33 GMThttp://paulsummerlin.com/read-listen-share/aphorism-10-15
We laugh at our own parasites,
Then we murder them,
With our own tears...
<![CDATA[Aphorism, 10-04]]>Sat, 04 Oct 2014 15:43:09 GMThttp://paulsummerlin.com/read-listen-share/aphorism-10-04Picture
Every aspect of the world,
  missing to Us,
Is every aspect of Us,
  still waiting to be expressed..