Child of Mine,

I will never do for you that which I know you can do for yourself. I will never rob you of an opportunity to show yourself your ability and talent. I will see you at all times as the capable, effective, powerful creator that you've come forth to be. And I will stand back as your most avid cheerleading section. But I will not do for you that which you have intended to do for yourself. Anything you need from me, ask. I'm always here to compliment or assist. I am here to encourage your growth, not to justify my experience through you.

YouKnowWho & Your Mom


Laws and a Lattes

I was asked what is my religion. My first thought made me ask -- What do I do religiously? My second thought made me giggle --I drink coffee with my girlfriends.

But I know what this person was really asking me. The question was in What do I believe. If I am working under the premise that a belief is simply a practiced thought, I have practiced myself into and out of many Whats. Which leaves me to summit (Correction update: that should be submit...clearly, spell-check doesn't always have my back while I'm prone not to look back to double-check) to my current conclusion, I religiously embrace The Creative Process.* Luckily, I've come to understand it in its most simplest spiritual terms. It has been outlined to me in three steps which I am completely cribbing and reposting here. I do not think they will mind.

I classify these three steps at the top of Basic Religious Tenets 101: Ask and You Shall Receive (with a nice little embedded bonus of 'how-to')!

1: You ask.
That's your work. Whew, almost broke a sweat!

2: The answer is given.
The Universe says, Done, while you were kicking back with your latte.

3. You allow the answer.
This is where we really break sweat. This is the hardest part of the equation...for me, anyway...the letting it in. Sometimes we don't think we deserve what we ask for or we're influenced by others into believing we don't deserve it. I could go deeper and talk about the asking and receiving of negative things but I'm not up to stimulating that vibe right now. But we're always creating -- good or bad -- and the Universe is always giving to us evidence of what are thoughts are projecting. Oh, I almost forgot to add the 'how-to'...follow your feelings. If you're dwelling in positive emotion (allowing), you're creating in the direction of your desire. If you're dwelling in not so great emotion (resistance), you're creating in opposition of your desire. At least, that's how I understand it. It's always the doubt, the contradiction, the frustration, the fear holding up the show. Joy lets it in. And to paraphrase that old saying: It was never about the destination, it was always about the freakin' most awesomeness journey one could come up with. Or something like that.

And here is a lovely positive example of part of my journey...actually, I'll tell it as a story because it's funner that way and I'm all about fun:

There is this really amazing mom :) who is overwhelmed with the changes happening in her life. And to avoid the reality of such overwhelming circumstances decides to think about songwriting while engaging in the normal day to day activities that have to get done. She thinks of songwriting because those thoughts feel good and also inspire her to hum a little tune now and then. She starts to do this somewhat religiously. One night she gets on her computer and logs into one of her favorite social networking site (see a previous blog entitled "Social Nutworking" for additional addiction details) where she makes a friend who turns out to be a budding recording artist who happens to need a couple of songs for an album she is wanting to complete. Oh, and she also happens to like this amazing mom's songs. So the woman askes if she can play around with a couple of the tunes. The mom, that is now amazed, says YES while simultaneously remembering to unload the dishwasher. THE END...for now.

Fun little story, eh? I'm excited to see how it turns out. I think I have an idea but probably need to think on it some more...

Sometimes I Paint

If you had one goal, and that was to feel good, you would never again need to hear another word from anyone. You would live successfully and happily and in a way of fulfilling your life's purpose ever after.
-- *Abraham


Maybe Later

Sometimes yes is upstream and no is going with the flow. I find it heroic to go with the flow. The spontaneous journey I spoke of was altered to align with my vibe and preexisting plans of travel in another direction. But the whole invincibility thing -- the being, having, doing anything you want -- got me thinking about relocating which bounced thoughts around in my head of New Zealand. Doing this kind of thinking before bed definitely influences dreams. One of mine was being stranded on a deserted island. I awoke to a 'what if' I was really stranded on a deserted island. Kinda freaked me out but made me wonder: What if I had the option of only bringing one person or thing with me what would that be? The answer came very quickly. I'd bring a pilot. And because I'm equitable, the pilot would also get to bring a person or a thing. And he would bring his plane (fully fueled, of course) because that would be the answer of any good pilot and I'd need a good pilot. Having nothing to do with the whole Amelia Earhart mystery, he would be a he because he'd also have amazing guns to lift and move things (things that are already on the island) that I could not. And though delicious to look at, he would be gay and fully mobile and I would not question his absences knowing some were due to him picking my children up to deliver them to me. Of course, this is set in the future when they are living happy lives of their own. Because, Now, I'm saying no to making time for such exotic extended vacations...and I'm good with that.


It's A Bird, It's A Plane...

I'm not saying that you should create a superhero identity for yourself and embark on a campaign to combat injustice. But if you've ever wondered whether the life of a costumed crusader is right for you, it's an excellent time to experiment. Your courage will be expanding in the coming weeks. Your craving for adventure will be strong, too. Even more importantly, your hunger to do good deeds that reach beyond your own self-interest will be growing. Interested? Check out the Superhero Supply website to get yourself operational. It's here. -- Rob


I've been pretending to be my own superhero so this comes at quite a timely time. I totally want to buy the travel-sized forcefield of invincibility that I saw here. That could be a really sweet device. Especially since I've been invited to spontaneously travel. Spontaneity is my Kryptonite. I like to plan. I like to organize.*I like my @#$% together. I like those things because they feel good to me. No other reason. If I say Yes, I will be stepping out of my own self-interest...for the greater good...maybe. Perhaps, I will even rescue myself from a vibe I have not mastered clearing. Adventure into some serious R&R. I wonder if I could take an invisible plane?

*Uh...k...I'm not that organized.



I didn't think it was possible, but paranoid visions of doom and gloom have become even more popular in the past few years than ever before. Apocalypse-watching is no longer a fringe hobby reserved for conspiracy fetishists; it has gone mainstream. And yet here I am in the midst of the supposed mayhem, babbling my eccentric ideas about how we are living in the single most wonderful time in the history of civilization. So let me ask you a crucial question, especially if you're one of the millions of normal people who believes that cynicism is a supreme sign of intelligence: Do you really want to be getting your fortune told by a rebel optimist like me? You should know that all my horoscopes are rooted in the hypothesis that expecting the best makes you happier, safer, kinder, wilder, stronger, and smarter. What happens in the coming weeks will, in my opinion, be dramatic proof of that. -- Rob

As a photographer, contrast serves me. The web says this of contrast: The difference between the darkest and lightest areas in a photo. The greater the difference, the higher the contrast.

I'm going to preach as to purge. And if no one wants to read, I'll be my own choir. So, let the brief composition begin...

There will always be contrast...there will always be great differences. As we move away from contrast, we move towards homogeneity. Sameness. Stasis. A fading into the picture so no individual is visible...back into the collective. Which is fine after death but we're here -- Now -- to be a single specific specimen...a finely drawn leaf dangling in the chaotic differences. To judge the contrast is to come into conflict. There can be no peace in conflict. So, I choose to allow contrast. I choose to be un-judging and unconditional in my life's approach. I am far from my goal but I can feel myself moving in that direction. I am learning to love that which is so different from me by simply acknowledging that to know what I am is to know that which I am not. How can I not be in appreciation of that powerful relationship? Everything is complimentary...that is my focus. And the beautiful result of focusing is that there is always clarity.


Rappin' With Angels*

Guardian in the Snow
Have you been lusting after spiritual traditions other than your own? Have you been fantasizing about cheating on the deity you've always been faithful to, and seeking a taboo relationship with a strange and exciting god from another part of reality? If so, Virgo, that's a good sign. I suspect you could use a few adjustments to your familiar relationship with the Divine Wow. After all, you have gone through a lot of changes since the last time you hammered out your definitive theories about the meaning of life. What made good sense for you back then can't be completely true for you any more. So feel free to let your mind *wander in the direction of holy experiments. -- Rob


Marking My Calender

I've thrown up, figuratively, 85 pages of a script. Screenplay. Rough mess of a draft...and I'm not sure if I should emphasize rough or mess.

All stories are of transformation even those with static endings are about the lack of it. This one is no different. It's the story of an orphaned boy who has a paranormal experience with his parents upon their death which sets him on a journey to find them in that place believed to be inaccessible to humans: Paradise. Of course, that's what I think it's about. Often, the writing will take on a life of its own and I will find it moving in another direction and usually I'll trust it. No. Not usually. Always.

I had been writing something entirely different. But I shelved it as I kept coming back to this mess. It wants cleaned up. It's bugging me. I haven't had writing bug me for awhile with all the excessive things that had to get done which distracted me from paying any attention. So it wants to be good and the pressure is on. And I don't work well without it. I can get lazy when it comes to my stuff. And I have a lot of My Stuff that's sitting waiting for my attention. So...I made a list. There are 8 unfinished projects. Yikes. And the only reason I blog is to set a date. Not a deadline but a lifetime...a time I started to bring this stuff to life.

K...ready, set, go...


How Telling

Start telling a better-feeling story about the things that are important to you. Do not write your story like a factual documentary, weighing all the pros and cons of your experience, but instead tell the uplifting, fanciful, magical story of the wonder of your own life and watch what happens. -- Those Guys, Again

I did this today. There was nothing to lose.

The morning was not going well. Things were not falling into place. Plus, there was a stat-icky vibration lingering around me. The kind that won't give you your space. The kind that really belongs to someone else and you've just thought too much about their words or ways to shake it off so you're attracting it like polyester.

My friend and I have been waiting on a date to proceed in the dissolution of our illusion. And it has not happen. I was to hear word today. Nothing. Both frustrated, we began downshifting instead of uplifting. I hung up from that conversation knowing I was really going to have to -- let go and let God...and I'm certain he was needing to do the same of me...

So I began my story:
Today is one of the most glorious days I have ever lived. My friend is so wonderful. I am amazed by what a fantastic human being he is. I have been so lucky to have him in my life the way I have and now I am so lucky to have him in my life in this new way. I know that all that must be done related to this transition is happening and that I will see results soon. I know that whatever I have to do for that to happen will appear easily at my finger tips. I know this will all move quickly because Love is guiding it. I can see him happily moving forward and I support that and I see him supporting me moving forward in my happiness. I know that what is meant to be is a result of deliberate creating. I ask for swift resolve.

By the end of my story, I knew everything was true. At least about my friend. And I felt peace so I decided to do little things around the house and forget the big things. Two hours later, he calls to say a friend of the family would take care of everything. We would have to come to them, however. It would be quite a drive but it turns out that's the beautiful thing as my daughter will be close by with open loving arms and a comfy sofa with my name on it!

Ah, God Is Good.