Linden Dreams 6.5.12

The smell is intoxicating, the flowers syrupy sticky, almost resinous.
This morning up early, 5:00 am yoga, the sun already coming up across the river.  Because its warm I got to the river to practice. This place has a stone stage, with giant concrete steps leading both down to the river and up to a surrounding boardwalk on which grow many trees.  I've practiced here many times, but never noticed that the walk 6 feet above is an orchard of Tilia.  They are all singing in full flower.

In the early morning light the concrete monolithic forms an ancient temple, Golden Linden Blossoms hang in clusters like a haiku.

Overlapping spirit time, eternal instant echoing infinitely inwards, the limitless speaks full body lucid dream.

As the sun rises higher the her nectar is activated and waves of aromatic yellow essence animate my meditation.

After shavasana I collect flowers for tincture, tea, flower essence and eat them as I pick.  Small yellowish insects with translucent dragonfly wings drop from the glowing clusters onto my arms, big alien eyes of ascended insect masters.

I am grateful beyond words for such a sweet and melodic embrace.

When the Lindens were in bloom, after a long journey, having touched so many lives, my Teacher sat down on a bench. For the last time.  And with lightness and speed lifted in to the arms of the ancestors, from who he'd never been separate, but honored through unbound giving and humor.  His voice echoed of wisdom and suffering of many his teachers, a "tower of grace".

And to me he had given the gift of fearing no man.

He taught us without our knowing. Loyalty, and the art of invisibility.  Those of us who attended his school of unconditional joy and realness, will never forget to our self worth and to see the highest potential in others.  Generosity and forgiveness, more than a few of us felt he was like a father.

So respect to Real in all things, a dedication to wise.  And those who walk their talk, and have the strength to live fearlessly from the heart...

I'm so grateful to have known you. I love you Kevin

Rest in Gods Embrace Always!

Reishi Dreams

For a while I've suspected that the powdered hot water extractions, though they embody the liver protective and immune activating aspects of Reishi, were not as SHEN (consciousness) active as tea or tincture.  I take this back.

Dreamed last night I was running through a dark forest, bare feet wet with the dew.  My teacher and I harvesting giant red, glowing, laughing Reishis in the night around us.  What Bounty.

This mornings simple Recipe.

2 cups almond milk
1 heaping tablespoon Reishi 10:1 extract
1 spoonful honey

Shen is actived!