Get an image of a beautiful dancer in a club, perhaps a girl from Colombia or Argentina who knows how to do the shoulder shake thing – that’s how I’m seeing Gaia. Smiling as she shakes those shoulders, all sorts of havoc and mayhem exploding like stars all around her and she just keeps smiling, because the dance must go on.
My sense at the moment is always keep an eye out for the nearest handrail, should you suddenly be required to hold on tight, keep your weight sunk below your navel so you’re rooted wherever you go and keep your heart open to the love inherent in the connection between you and everyone.
Nothing remains the same, nothing is lost
Got taken out on a boat in mad-swelly seas a couple of days ago, noticed seasickness coming on at the start – not usual for me, so quelled it with my mind instantly lest it inadvertently become a new bogus quirk by which to identify myself. Worked a treat. Suffered not even a hint of dizzy the whole eleven bobbing hours. But now, two days later, looking at the screen, the world is tilting from side to side like a madperson.
In the grip of destiny
Though other than this slight tilting tendency, I seem to have survived the fast, furious, fierce, ferocious and generally f*cking insane summer season in Ibiza, world’s party capital, where I am presently sequestered on account of the two music projects I’m involved with here – the partying I can take or leave and, other than when doing my own gigs, mostly leave, for the sake of sleep, sanity and serenity, though it’s nice having it going on around me. The music, I can’t leave, as one album’s being mastered in Munich even as we speak and the business logistics side of things about to require attention and the other is only halfway through with lots of live work in the planning. And so this crazy little island still holds me in thrall, otherwise I’m sure I’d be off to one of the world’s danger zones to help people in real distress. I’m not complaining, mind you – it’s like being in a bubble of pleasure and complaining would be churlish. You can have too much of a good thing, however and the evidence of that shows on people’s faces as they rush desperately from one sleepless night to another, making the scene in case they miss out on something, nostrils and brains silently screaming from the abrasion of various assorted crystals assailing them with frequent regularity.
It’s evidently hard work having so much fun.
And it can be fun working hard, if you let it be, which is generally the way round I tend to do it, being more interested in what I can create rather than consume. That puts me in the flow of the metaphysical rush, the generative outpouring from source and I know of no greater high. Doing the other merely depletes me – in any case I grew out of it decades ago.
There’s a part of me that thinks about how nice it would be to start a very low-key, non-glitzy, no special-effects weekly satsang affair in a humble church hall or similar in London or maybe Brighton, not really tell too many people about it, have no real agenda and each week watch the numbers grow organically, allowing whatever wants to happen, in terms of spontaneous communion, to happen.
Then there’s anther part of me that wants to be in New York or Miami, performing either or both of the music projects in huge clubs – the amazing thing is how even though my live input is all in the vocals and lyrics and most of my audience here is Spanish speaking, people still really love it. So I’m quite itching to do it for mostly English speaking audiences. In fact it’ll be amazing to take the linguistic lid off.
Then there’s another part that wants to be in Pakistan putting my arms round people and making them feel safe and strong.
And then there’s another part that wants to be trouncing about in a kilt in the Scottish Highlands like a loony laird – not really sure where that one comes from but it does keep coming.
And then there’s another part that would be quite keen to hijack a sturdy space-rocket and go in search of an entirely new planet to live on altogether.
How I’ll reconcile these apparently conflicting notions, I don’t know and it doesn’t matter – it’s all just mind-stuff anyway, some of it no doubt prescient but just mind-stuff nonetheless.
Wu wei manifesting technique
But as a case in point, in respect of wu wei manifesting technique, if I look at the experience I want from each and boil it down to the nub, it’s one of total engagement, all my senses and skill-sets intensely brought to bear on the moment, in which perfect transmission of divine energy, awareness and love is occurring both up and down the connection. So if I then set about manifesting that by honoring it as an intention, that’s what I’ll get and the details, the conditions required to facilitate it will somehow take care of themselves.
The only question that could then possibly be on my lips, rather than how, what, where, when etc, is ‘whatever next?’
And I could go on, but I’m sure that's quite enough of a report from the front line for one day.
Thanks for reading, your energy is important.
With love, Supercharged
Intend total engagement, all your senses and skill-sets intensely brought to bear on the moment, in which perfect transmission of divine energy, awareness and love is occurring both up and down the connection for you and that’s precisely what you’ll get, in the most appropriate, compatible and beneficial way for you.
