Archive for December, 2011

I was listening to Thich Nhat Hanh, the Vietnamese Buddhist monk, talk about how our wrong perceptions cause suffering. Our biggest sufferings come from death. If we get our perceptions straight even death will cease to cause suffering.

In self realized Truth there is no Death. Nothing comes. Nothing goes. Our existence is eternal with the incarnation of this form a mere blip on the infinite radar screen. As I have not yet achieved this level of self realization, death still brings with it pain.

I have learned much from the profound teacher of Death as darkness has descended on my heart. What I have been most afraid of losing is now gone. As the death of my most intimate relationship shatters my heart, I break open to deaths within the death within the death. It is as if this initial crack is but a portal to a torrent of deaths that have laid dormant, silently crying to be seen. This death of relationship with my most beloved is intertwined with the death of my father, his loss from my life not fully expressed since his death last year. How do we know when a grief is complete? This death of relationship brings death to visions of a future, dreams clinging on clouds of illusion.

An even bigger death lay below the surface as death to dogma comes crumbling down. A dogma that has laid a foundation of pain and suffering based on the belief if I love even more, then he will love me. This operating system seeks for a love that will never be met for it is always asking for more love in order to operate. As heartbreaking as it feels, more love does not get him to love me, more love does not make him want me and more love certainly does not get him to change. For to love with all I have, to love in the best way I know how will never be enough for this insatiable karmic loop. No amount of love will satisfy its quotient for then the loop would cease to exist. Even the loop is afraid to die.

In many ways, this is the most difficult death to wrestle with for it has provided a fundamental orientation to reality in its most intimate expression. It has steered me in the direction of what I thought was love. Death to the bedrock of this dogma shatters everything I thought I knew about what it means to love, what it means to be loving, what does love feel like to receive. My heart crashes in an avalanche of disbelief taking with it all the answers to what is love.

So what really dies here?

Misguided truths that were built to insure certainty. The death of these false prophets can only bring the clarity of Truth. When our fundamental beliefs dismantle, our internal compass loses all bearing. The ground beneath our feet dissolves into dust.

“The Shaman is one who has already died. He has overcome our greatest fear and is free from it. Death can no longer claim him.” Alberto Villoldo

But when all is uncertain, when we enter the mystery of what is not known, therein lies all that is possible. We have nothing to lose for our greatest fear, our fear of death, has come. Out of the ashes of that death we rise, reborn into a Truth for which our Soul yearns.

Where we are stuck, afraid to make a move or decision, we can strip its essence to this fear of death. For to make a decision means we must let go of something. A belief, a relationship, a false hope, a deceptive illusion, a distorted sense of security. We hold on to these false prophets, no matter how much they misalign our Soul, all in a vain attempt to avoid the pain of death. Death, in any way, shape or form, is letting go. Death does not let us cling to any shred of illusion that distorts our Truth. Death can seem a cruel teacher yet it is precisely this clean incision of Death that is its benevolence. How do we evolve into the fullness of our Truth while bound and chained to distorted dogma?

Death comes. This is certain. How we meet Death is our choice. And in my wrong perception, death still hurts. But only through death may I be reborn. And the rebirth that emerges is the integrity of my Soul. A respect for my Self that will not surrender to illusionary fantasies of a distorted truth. Death is the only way to bring an end to the dogma of pain and suffering. As I welcome Death, know it as the integral part of life that it is, maybe, just maybe, I will get my perception straight.

AHO my friends! AHO!

Karen Chrappa
Author of A Structure for Spirit

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A Foretelling Sign for Our Next New Moon Despacho Ceremony

Spirit writes with Cloud to speak its message.
A sign to follow for what is next.

An X abolishes
all that lay underneath.
An X blazes trail
of what is to come.

It is time to obliterate where we are bound.
Where are we corded to lack and limitation?
What blocks the way to living our dreams?

Where are we isolated, separate from Spirit?
Can we find what lies underneath?

Spirit calls us to cut these cords,
turn inside,
to find them there.

Cutting these cords is the intention of ceremony.
The way to let go is a path of forgiveness.
The way to let go is the way of love.

Where we cannot forgive,
there is the hook,
through toxic cords
of fear, sorrow, rage.

Forgiveness can be a most difficult practice.
To forgive what is wrong does not serve Justice.
The position we hold must feel right.

But forgiveness is not done for the other.
Forgiveness is granted for the wholeness (holiness) of our Soul.
Withholding forgiveness
keeps us attatched
through toxic cords
that poison our heart.

Without forgiveness
we continue to create
from where we are wounded,
from where it hurts.

It is a brave heart,
the one that forgives.

Your heart may not feel
to forgive is the way.
Open to possibility
for the grace of forgiveness.
Let your intention
show you the way.

As we prepare for this last New Moon Despacho
let our intention be to cut these cords.
Let our hearts forge a path to forgiveness.
Let our year birth with dreams born anew.

AHO my friends! AHO!

Karen Chrappa
Author of A Structure for Spirit

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What a blessing to receive this message during ceremony…

“Time evolves and comes to a place where it renews again. There is first a purification time, then there is renewal time. We are getting very close to this time now.

We were told that we would see America come and go. In a sense, America is dying, from within because they forgot the instructions on how to live on Earth.

Everything is coming to a time where prophecy and man’s inability to live on Earth in a spiritual way will come to a crossroad of great problems. It’s the Hopi belief, it’s our belief, that if you are not spiritually connected to the Earth, and understand the spiritual reality of how to live on Earth, it’s likely you will not make it.

When Columbus came, that began, what we term as, the “First World War.” That was the true First World War – when Columbus arrived – because along with him came everybody from Europe. By the end of the Second World War we were in America, we were only 800,000. From 60 million to 800,000. So we were almost exterminated here in America.

Everything is spiritual. Everything has a Spirit. Everything, everything was brought here by the Creator, the one Creator. Some people call Him “God,” some people call Him “Buddha,” some people call Him “Allah,” some people call Him other names. We call Him “Concachilla”, “Grandfather.”

We’re here on Earth only a few winters. Then, we go to the Spirit World. The Spirit World is more real than most of us believe. The Spirit World is everything.

Over 95% of our body is water. And, in order to stay healthy, you’ve got to drink good water. When the European first came here, Columbus, we could drink out of any river. If the Europeans had lived the Indian way when they came, we would still be drinking out of rivers, because Water is sacred. The Air is sacred.

Our DNA is made of the same DNA as the tree. The tree breathes what we exhale. When the tree exhales, we need what the tree exhales. So we have a common destiny with the tree.

We are all from the Earth. And when Earth, Water and the Atmosphere is corrupted, then it will create its own reaction. Mother is reacting. In the Hopi prophecy they say the storms and floods will become greater.

To me, it’s not a negative thing to know that there will be great changes. It’s not negative, it’s evolution. When you look at it as evolution, it’s time. Nothing stays the same.

[In reference to a monkey] we always say, that might be your ancestor, but it’s not our ancestor. He is a relative, but not our ancestor.

You should learn how to plant something. That’s the first connection. You should treat all things as Spirit – realize that we are one Family.

It’s never something like “the End.” It’s like Life – there is no end to Life.”

Floyd Red Crow Westerman
(August 17, 1936 – December 13, 2007) Sioux muscian, actor and political activist for Native American causes.

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Everything around me is flying. The beach is full of sea gulls and sandpipers, planes overhead, human parachutes suspended in air. My heart soars as these hang gliding surfers take flight. They harness the power of air to defy gravity and fly.

AIR. I am surrounded by it, immersed in it, in awe of it.

AIR. One of the four words woven into the prayers of our despacho. One of the four words for weaving a heart of gold.


Inspired by exalted flight above, I fill myself with the freedom of air and begin to run.

The little dot at the bottom left is a person in flight above the horizon

My love affair with running started 25 years ago. Back then it was the remedy to get me to stop smoking, a love affair of a different sort. The last few years my running dwindled to a few sporadic bursts at best. Have you ever lost a part of yourself? Gave it up because other things got in the way? Maybe your job became demanding, kids took up too much time. Pieces of who you are evaporate into oblivion. I lost running to a relationship, losing my needs so as not to lose the other. Air is now the portal back to myself.

As I run I am fed by the sand beneath my feet, the air that fills my lungs. Where have I been? Why did I go? This air from running feeds strength, not just of body, but of Spirit. And that seems to be what Spirit is asking of me now. Run. The rhythmic motion of body and breath over Earth empties this human vessel of all that distracts me from this moment in time. Running takes me to NOW.

I recommit to the practice of running. I overcome inertia to begin anew a practice of AIR devoted to Spirit. A practice that feeds my STRENGTH and brings me to NOW. For it may be just what is needed on the steppingstone to FORGIVENESS.

AHO my friends! AHO!

Karen Chrappa
Author of A Structure for Spirit

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We are in a potent portal
for energizing our dreams and visions
as we move from the New Moon solar eclipse of our Despacho ceremony
to the total eclipse of the Full Moon on December 10th.

Add your intentions to a tobacco prayer bundle that I will make this weekend.
Share your dreams so I may blow them into tobacco
to create a personal prayer bundle for you.
These prayers will join with others to create a despacho to offer to Spirit.

AHO my friends! AHO!

Karen Chrappa
Author of A Structure for Spirit

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