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The Reincarnation of Edgar Cayce

A recluse living in the Rocky Mountains with his dog, Shawnee, White Feather tells stories that lead us back to the primal joy of our existence. His philosophical and metaphysical essays push the envelope of our perspectives while grounding us to the feelings that connect us with our source. With insight and feeling, White Feather shares his journey through the shift in consciousness the world is going through, compelling us to look at our own journey. To discuss White Feather's writings and other philosophical and metaphysical subjects with others, visit White Feather Forum.
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Thursday, October 07, 2004

Ramble #15 

by White Feather

How many reasons can you think of NOT to experience joy? How many guilts are awakened by the thought of experiencing true joy? Does joy awaken a fear of what might come next? Will joy take us out of our comfort? Are we worthy of joy? Will we be able to handle it? Will our expression of it alienate us from those around us? Will joy keep us from fulfilling our obligations to the future or some plan? Will joy break our routine? Will joy remind us of past sorrow? Could we possible explode from too much joy?

There are ten thousand excuses for not experiencing joy. Unfortunately, they all work.

Joy, however, needs no rationalization, no reason, no excuse. To experience it is a natural expression of our true self. The only things keeping us from realizing and understanding and being our true selves are all those reasons we come up with NOT to experience joy.

Copyright © 2004, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.

Wednesday, October 06, 2004

Are We Singing? 

by White Feather

Spiraling rainbows shimmering on all peripheries; things take on a mystical hue when those certain vibratory frequecnies are reached. It is the music of life.

What note are we vibrating to? What pitch are we giving off? And how do we change pitch? Do we create our own rhythm or do we follow along with a rhythm that is beyond ourselves?

But is anything beyond us? Is the primal rhythm of the universe not the same rhythm that echoes in our bones? If so, we are part of the creation. Our pitch is part of the overall tone.

The vibratory pitches that feel good are those that we created as markers for us to follow towards our ideal frequency; the frequency that expresses our total being. We have written a symphony and every note is a bread crumb dropped to help us find our way home. As we feel and embrace each bread crumb we get closer to the wholeness of our being.

Can we embrace each note or frequency unconditionally? Can we surrender to the music flowing through us? Can we live the music flowing through us? Can we dance to the music without judging it? Can we let it flow through our bodies unimpeded? Is it flowing out of your fingertips and out of your mouth and out of your feet?

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