"Mark Twain once said that choosing the right word makes as much difference as fire and firefly. I use the same care in choosing a writing consultant. Celeste Adams is the only one I would choose for advice. I am almost deaf and have a gift of hearing angelic choirs and music of the spheres. Celeste's depth of perception enhances my concepts by shaping them into a more succinct form. Celeste's enthusiasm makes working with her fun. Currently, I am writing a book entitled "Living the New Song". It is my first book. Thank you, Celeste..I am in good hands with you as my guide."
"Living the New Song"
Inner Sounds of Light Institute
"One of the many things that's so wonderful about working with Celeste Adams is the vast filmmaking experience she brings to the very difficult and confusing process of making a documentary film. Her supportive insights and wisdom helped me find my path and kept me moving forward at a very critical point in the journey."
Josh Gilbert, Director & Producer
"a.k.a. Tommy Chong"
(about the US government
vs. Tommy Chong)
"A person who is a master in the art of living makes little distinction between work and play, between labor and leisure, between love and religion. They hardly know which is which; to them, they are always doing both."
-- a Zen poet
"If a boy or man tries to conform to what is expected of him at the cost of sacrificing his connection to his own truest nature, he may succeed in the world and find it meaningless to him personally, or fail there as well after failing to keep faith with what was true for him."
Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.
(America never was America to me.)
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.
(It never was America to me.)
O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.
(There's never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")
Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?
I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek--
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.
I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one's own greed!
I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean--
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today--O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.
Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That's made America the land it has become.
O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home--
For I'm the one who left dark Ireland's shore,
And Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa's strand I came
To build a "homeland of the free."
Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we've dreamed
And all the songs we've sung
And all the hopes we've held
And all the flags we've hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay--
Except the dream that's almost dead today.
O, let America be America again--
The land that never has been yet--
And yet must be--the land where every man is free.
The land that's mine--the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's, ME--
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.
Sure, call me any ugly name you choose--
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people's lives,
We must take back our land again,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath--
America will be!
Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain--
All, all the stretch of these great green states--
And make America again!
I received this note in an email, with these photos of ORBS!!.
Amazing shots from the Obama Grand Park Rally, Tuesday November 4, 2008.
When we were on our way home from the rally Tuesday, we ran into a couple of women on the train who'd taken pictures I wanted to share with a few people. The woman who took these didn't believe in this stuff beforehand, but does now. Lots of happy souls out there. -- Juanita
Recent photos from my trip to New Mexico, October 2008
"I shall be telling this with a sigh, somewhere ages and ages hence, two roads diverged in a wood, and I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference."
"When humans truly discover the power of love, it will prove more important than the harnessing of fire."
-- Teilhard de Chardin
Joy is man's noblest work
-- Thomas Aquinas
."If your actions inspire
others to dream more,
learn more, do more
and become more,
you are a leader." ~
-- John Quincy Adams~
"Most people suffer not from physical illness but from spiritual aimlessness. They have lost sight of who they really are and what is
"For every dream there is a real world."
-- Donovan Leitch, singer/songwriter
" A person desperately searching for love is like a fish desperately searching for water. "
-- Deepak Chopra
Whatever your position in life, it is you who put yourself there. Constantly carrying a thought with dynamic will-power, will strengthen that thought until it becomes an outward force. When your will power is developed to that extent, you can control your destiny.
."What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters, compared to what lies within us."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
-- Anais Nin
"Mad! One must become mad with love to realize God. When one attains ecstatic love of God, all the pores of the skin, even the roots of the hair, become like so many sex organs, and in every pore the aspirant enjoys the happiness of communion with the supreme universal self."
It is difficult to get a man to understand something whien his salary depends on his NOT understanding.-- Upton Sinclair
All the soarings of my mind begin in my blood. -- Rainer Maria Rilke
There is more wisdom in your body than in your deepest philosophy.
The elders say the greatest journey is to go from the head to the heart. When one returns from this journey, the enemies within are defeated, filling the holhkunna with the ability to share Great Mystery -- bvshpo lawa,
Lightning Dance Lessons
For the first time ever, the tradition of the Lightning Dance Pathway is being presented in written format, here at Creatrix Studio. This oral tradition is being presented by Choctaw shaman Bvshpo Lawa, aka Boe Many Knives Glasschild. We are very excited about bringing you this magnificent shamanic tradition.
The path of the Lightning Dancer is the path of walking through the maze of life on manual pilot. It is the decision to respond to life instead of reacting. The purpose of Lightning Dance is to give "the white eyes with split vision the keys to dancing in the center of the circle". Although the practitioners are referred to as shamans, traditional societies shun this word. In our nation, the Choctaw Nation, the word is Holhkunna, which means shaman or native curer, (pronounced hoth-koo-nuh). White Eyes is a term that describes people seeking the natural medicine as provided by Earth Mother. Until the veil is lifted, anyone can be a white eyes, but after answering the call to Earth Maker, and walking the talk on this behalf, one is on the path to becoming a Lightning Dancer. This is one of many pathways for Spiritual evolution, and the destination is as individually unique as the journey. When one begins to operate on manual attention, the personal gifts we carry in this incarnation begin to manifest.
No two Lightning Dancers have the same medicine, attitude, or spiritual energies, but all aspire to be an instrument of healing in their relative capacities. We become totally aware of the moment and create our actions that are most appropriate for the moment. Life is a relative engagement, and our physical bodies are just space suits containing the equipment we chose to attend the theatres of this life.
We are now accepting submissions for the Conscious Life Film Festival, which is part of the Conscious Life Expo. The films that are selected will screen over three days of this Los Angeles based Expo. We will show shorts, feature films, and documentaries that are conscious, spiritual, metaphysical and/or visionary in nature. The festival is an extension of the expo. Please note that the LAX Hilton screening room is has modest projection facilities...it is not state of the art.
A LOVE SONG FROM A VANISHING HONEYBEE. When I learned that the bees were vanishing, I began to wonder what their experience on earth was like. What does it mean for a honeybee to spend most of its short life travelling from flower to flower, (they visit 600 flowers in an hour), gathering pollen. I began wandering around my neighborhood, which has a lot of flowers, and started photographing them inside roses, oleanders, cala lilies, verbascum, etc. I wondered how bees experienced the different fragrances and colors of the flowers, and imagined that the journey from the red colored flowers to orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, white and fuschia, was like a journey from the root to the crown chakra, and would lead them beyond this realm, into the next. This short will show at the Conscious Life Film Festival, Feb. 2009