Primarily this is all about you. At least that’s how it seems. Writing, it’s tempting to make it all about me. But where’s the payoff in that? Perhaps a moment of gratuitous projected hubris imagining you thinking what a clever boy but then return to emptiness. So ostensibly I write with an intention to nurture you.
In fact that itself is merely a device, a stepping-stone to a deeper intention. Because underneath all communication, the urge is actually for the ineffable presence to connect with itself, to cut through the game of hide and seek for a moment or two just long enough to glimpse itself.
Glimpsing itself a reaction occurs on a subtle yet profoundly real level, in which consciousness recognizes itself and in the extemporal nanosecond in which that occurs, space lights up.
In that light the warp and weft of reality, the subatomic structure subtending everyday existence shifts exponentially.
Reality as we know it moves on.
Rising up to activate destiny
And it appears we’re both required to facilitate or expedite this by cognitively participating, by bearing witness and to be humble and sufficiently acquiescent to discern its coming and allow it be so.
That’s how I see my job.
Some people go into retail, some go into oil, some into commodities, some into property development, some into painting, some into hairdressing, some into banking, or whatever work they can get to pay the bills and enjoy a bit of a life.
Me, I’ve stumbled into a niche engineering nanoseconds of the Tao seeing itself and somehow or other the Tao makes sure I get paid for it, so I can keep going.
Collapsing my left lung via the agency of a vicious virus apparently wafted over by plane from Eastern Europe a few weeks back, naturally led to me doing a radical rethink in respect of the ways and methods of doing the work, specifically along the lines of doing far less and achieving far more.
I still haven’t a clue how this works but at least have started by stopping pumping out prodigious volumes of content each day, at least while I languish in my Ibiza Town hospital bed.
But I’m seeing quite clearly the time has come, now the two main music projects I came to Ibiza to devote myself to, having reached a state of being transportable round the world, that it’s clearly time to return to the old country and begin a humble, absolutely no bells or whistles weekly satsang, a regular meeting where anyone who wants to come and meditate with me, discuss the way of the Tao and connect with the family can do so without fanfare or expensive tickets and from there, if the event wants to, allowing it to grow until it somehow covers the face of the world, with the help of a bit of live streaming and what-have-you.
No longer just about the individual
And I’ll tell you why. During my recent trip to the UK, during which I was experimentally operating daredevil-like on just one lung doing talks, workshops, meetings, radio and all sorts – I realized that the drive was no longer about teaching people how to stay centred in relation to an eccentric world, but how to stay centred in order to be in service to the world.
Because this is the time, the much heralded time of miracles and wonders, in which as awakened beings it’s our duty to be strong for each other, to extend the hand of strength and steadiness for each other, to be stalwart and sturdy for each other, in order to help each other through what is already proving to be the most shaky passage in living memory en mass.
This is the time for the global family to connect to itself, not to fulfil some naff 60s protest folk song sentiment, but as an expression of that very coming face to face mentioned at the top, by which the Tao meets itself.
Through this is triggered the healing we require now to transport us collectively to the next crucial stage of evolution – or perish.
I could have just lain here and let these thoughts lie fallow. It may have made a difference or not. I don’t know. But I feel vehement about the family joining now for better or worse and intend to take every opportunity to promote it as a notion.
Who knows, one wrong thoracic move and I could wake up dead in the morning so it’d have been a shame to have wasted the opportunity.
Thanks for reading and joining in, your love and energy is crucial.
With love, Supercharged
This is the much heralded time of miracles and wonders, in which as awakened beings it’s our duty to be strong for each other, to extend the hand of strength and steadiness for each other, to be stalwart and sturdy for each other, in order to help each other through.
