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Pavel Kopecky's art.

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Rumi's birthday.

On the 17th of December I had been so fortunate to have been invited to this extraordinary event, Rumi's birthday celebration with performance artist Gabrielle Young performing Rumi poetry accompanied by excellent musicians. (click on image below).

The evening began with passionately read Rumi poetry with soulful and beautiful music illustrating the words perfectly. As soon as she started reading the room filled with spiritual fire and I burned hot and so did many others I am sure. After a long while of this fire of the spirit it calmed down a bit and then began burning again off and on. The words and the reading of the words transported one into other places and it was like satsang totally. The fire, the heat and the burning.

After a long performance of gorgeous poetry the room was cleared of chairs and open space was created for Sufi dancing, dervish whirling for those who wanted. I didn't want to, just wanted to sit on the side lines and observe. Many partook and the music was ecstatic and it took me by surprise that my legs carried me to the floor and I began to move as well.

We had been instructed in how to whirl and it wasn't difficult, or so it seemed, it shouldn't be difficult. With arms reached out to the sides, with right hand turned up as in receiving and the left hand turned down as in giving and with eyes on ones left hand one was to walk counter clockwise around ones left leg and turn as fast or as slowly as one could. As I started turning I found that it was an extraordinarily focused exercise. I had to concentrate completely on what I was doing or I would stumble and fall. I kept my eyes on my left hand and focused my attention on my chakras and staying aligned. I felt my chakras align and open to the earth and to the sky. It was an extraordinary experience of focus and concentration. I managed to do one and a half song and then my body stopped at exactly the right step and I found that my body knew what to do perfectly. My arms closed in around me and I stood for a while and then went to sit down. The meditation I entered was like none I had experienced before. Perfect alignment and clarity and focus, even though most of the group was dancing all around me wildly and ecstatically to the drum beat and only a few had managed to remain focused on the whirling.

This has been an extraordinary experience for me, the whirling. Surprising and powerful. All evening, after the performance, at a gathering at this woman's house, my head was spinning and it was hard to talk and concentrate on conversation. The following day my head was spinning still and I felt it in my whole body. I had to sit for a while in meditation with one hand turned up and the other turned down, with a cat in my lap, and slowly find balance, calm and centeredness again.

After that I went to the Buddhist stupa up the road from my house and sat there by myself for a while and experienced my head clear finally of all mental debris that comes from so much heavy thought pollution.

So now I can't think, again. All I do is watch, observe, if even that. All that which is meant to be will be and I have no thoughts about it.

I am blank.

Me . . .

And I got to be here.

And then I got to be here, a totally different place, but only for a few weeks and it has changed me a lot and very fast. Nature and animal life is restoring me still, all that which was stripped from me in L.A. and during my kundalini journey. I am now being restored and it feels like nothing else.

We had eggs from the chickens next door, the taste of which made me feel like I had never really been alive before. (I'm gettin' me some chickens!!!) A couple of peacocks lived in the tree outside my bedroom window (loud in the morning). Rocky the goat, who's never known fear or danger, would walk into our house any time he felt like it to see if he could find something to eat, like fish food or a stool or human fingers.

This house was built by artist Douglas Andrews, an amazing creative totally in touch with nature.

In Oak Creek Canyon, 10 minutes north of Sedona. Green and lush.

Swing in the down stairs garden. I hope to come back here one day and take my own pictures (but I know, the journey only goes forward and onward).

Dining room and living room and indoor koi pond seen from the kitchen. Upstairs a half circular wrap around loft.

Living room with aquarium.

Above the living room, my sleeping quarters.

At the other end of the loft, more beds.

Upstairs bathroom with antique bath tub and patio.

Kitchen.

Dining area with art by the owner and builder of the house.

Indoor fish pond with both tropical and desert plants all around, really like a jungle.

Pond and breakfast area.

Rooftop garden, patio with fire pit and views galore.

Rooftop garden.

The creek in front of the house. I am glad I got to be here.

Mandalas.

Sri Yantra and Protectors.
An ancient image of the Goddess, 2500 years old, where the Yantra (mandala for meditation) is watched over and protected by the Guardians.

Dancers of the night and day.

Check out www.Mandalas.com