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In March of 2004 a group of metaphysically-minded writers got together and formed the Asamee Writers Group. For over two years the writers pooled their creations into the Asamee Blog. The group disbanded in the summer of 2006. This is a complete archiving of all the writings. A complete index is in the left column.
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Sunday, December 25, 2005

Feeling the Halt 

by White Feather

The solstice was absolutely fantastic for me--and quite different. This year I decided to forego all ritual and ceremony and experience the solstice in a completely passive way. I decided to surrender to the solstice, allowing it to envelope me. I wanted to feel the solstice without any thought involved. Pure feeling. That's how I wanted to connect.

At the time of the solstice I was at work and I was incredibly busy and I wasn't thinking about the solstice at all. And then suddenly as I was walking across the room it happened. I felt a little ping in my chest that waved out through my body. I lasted about two to three seconds. It was like a strange sort of electrical thing and it was followed by a feeling of lightness. It felt like a release of tension. It was a very evident change in vibration.

That's when I stopped and turned around to see the clock and it was the very time of the solstice. Now that was cool! I actually felt the solstice! That feeling of lightness has been with me ever since. For the rest of that work day I kept experiencing occasional bouts of euphoria. And I kept thinking, "Ah, the days will now be getting longer!" I proclaimed several silent hallelujahs.

That morning I had noted the sunlight coming in the kitchen window and hitting the refirgerator. It's just a thin shaft about an inch and a half wide. And it only occurs right at sunrise and lasts only about 15 minutes. That shaft will now begin widening and my kitchen will once again be filled with sunlight. By the summer solstice in June the kitchen will be ablaze with sunshine for six hours each day. It's a very different room depending on the season.

Instead of windows, someday I'd like to live in a glass house where the whole house is a window. Wouldn't that be cool?

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Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Pretending 

by White Feather

Everywhere one goes, everywhere one looks, the vibration of unconditiional love is present. One cannot escape it. It is so pervasive all things are filled with it.

Uncondiitonal love is so pervasive we don't notice it, much like we do not notice the air that we breathe. With air one does not notice it except by its absence. So we try to notice unconditional love by trying to create an absence of it, or distortion of it. Of course, unconditional love is still there but we mask it in order to become more aware of it. By pretending it is gone we realize how truly pervasive it is; how intensely and profoundly it permeates all existence. By pretending it is out of our reach, we reach for it. By pretending we are not worthy of unconditional love, we can eventually see our own divine importance. Unconditional love is so pervasive we cannot truly understand it without imagining its absence.

So I dare you to find hidden places where there is no unconditional love. I dare you to find people who are not filled with unconditional love. I dare you to find situations not filled with unconditional love. You may think you can find them but you will not. Everything you can come up with, no matter how seemingly lacking in unconditional love it appears, has unconditional love coursing through it.

Everything! At the core of every place, person, or situation there is unconditional love. If there is not, then those places, persons, or situations would not exist. Unconditional love is what enables all things to exist and therefore all things are imbued with that unconditional love. For us, it is a matter of becoming aware of that.

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