The Way of the Master, the Way of the Fool

When I wrote in my March 8 newsletter about this being a period during which “everything is up for grabs and nothing is exempt from reevaluation,” I never expected the radical upheaval now playing out in my own life.

I never expected it, but I should have.

This Heaven’s Gate Portal that began with the Full Moon Lunar Eclipse on March 14 and concludes with the New Moon Solar Eclipse on March 29 is one during which we’re all being asked to put our lives on the line. Like the biblical Abraham, we’re being asked to sacrifice all that we hold dear in order to come into closer alignment with our divine selves.

That doesn’t mean giving up everything. It needn’t mean giving up anything — other than our attachments.

It means being open to shedding any and every aspect of a life built upon the past in order to revolutionize our present and create a future that is, in an increasingly accelerated way, an expression of our passion, purpose and potential...our mastery.

It means a life lived in loving detachment and complete openness.

It means unconditional surrender to the imperative of our highest self and the expression of our divinity.

In so doing, we become the blank canvas upon which the rest of our lives can be painted, allowing our higher artist to shape our life with new forms and unexpected colors.

This is the true Freedom Trail: the freedom to reinvent ourselves with no rules, restrictions or constrictions...the freedom to move forward unencumbered by the bonds of who others expect us to be, of who we think we are.

This is the Way of the Master.

In this moment just past the portal’s halfway way point, you may feel yourself in the midst of a still-blank canvas. You may not feel very masterly.

Yet in allowing yourself to live through the void, in freeing yourself to detach from illusion, in opening yourself to a fuller truth, you are living the Way of the Master.

For the Master is The Tarot's Fool, Number 0 in the deck. The Fool steps off the edge of a crumbling cliff into the void that presages creation. And he does so with the innocence of the mind-less and the wisdom of the heart-full. He is the Alpha that helps guide us to our Omega.

If you’ve been following my blog (New Earth Chronicles) in recent weeks, you know that I have been living that same void as changes present themselves in the work that I do and how I present it.

Like the Fool, I’m stepping out of the known without much certainty about where the unknown will carry me.

I know, for example, that the New Earth Initiation Teleconference on March 29 (Anchoring the Heaven’s Gate Portal) will be my final regularly scheduled telecall. And I know that the Seven Initiations of Mastery teleconference series announced in the March 8 newsletter will likely not be repeated. (One space remains for that series, which begins April 2.)

What happens beyond remains a mystery. I may continue to offer special-occasion teleconferences and telecall series...or I may not.

Although I will continue to offer private sessions for the time being, that could also change.

This newsletter, too, will be shifting, its frequency dropping off dramatically in favor of the blog (New Earth Chronicles) (see below for more about that).

At a personal level, I expect to be staying in Santa Fe beyond the end of this month, but with no attachment to what that might mean or how long that might last.

All I know is that I’m fairly certain that by the end of this Heaven’s Gate Portal, particularly with the initiation I will experience as I anchor the portal during the New Earth Initiation on March 29 teleconference, more will become clear as to my next direction(s).

Until then, like many of you, I continue to live the blank canvas. However unsettling and discomfiting that is, I know it to be the precursor of the great exhilaration that comes when we leap off the cliff of our certainty and embrace the creative forces that always emerge from the void.

Namaste,
Mark David

New Earth Chronicles

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In the five years I have been sharing my writings via e-mail, rarely have I received such an outpouring of support and encouragement. And rarely have so many of you shared so openly of your own experiences.

I have been deeply touched and look forward to deepening our dialog in the coming weeks and months.

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Saturday, March 18, 2006 ~ Santa Fe, New Mexico

I wake up this morning with an oddly disconcerting thought. What if all this guidance about writing my novel is nothing more than a make-work project to keep me out of my own way?

This is not to denigrate The StarQuest. Nor have I stopped working on it.

But consider this (I tell myself). Even as I have no clear idea of what to do next or where to live next (given that my agreed-upon time in this casita is drawing to an end), these truths are self-evident:

1) For the past two weeks, I've had little energy to do much other than sleep.
2) The only "work" I have felt called to do has involved writing.
3) My daughter arrives tomorrow for a week's stay, during which she will occupy 100% of my focus.

What if all these have been set in motion (including the timing of my daughter's visit) to guarantee that I make no plans, seek out no housing and relax into the beingness of waiting?

Interesting question, to which I have no more answer than to any of the other questions of recent times.

What I know is this: With more energy and without the call to write, I would have felt more of a pull to try to figure out what's next in my life. I certainly would have felt a need to call in a new housing situation.

I say none of this to minimize the importance of writing in my life. It has been the one constant in the midst of more than three decades of flux.

Yet it's an interesting question. And it reminds me that, at the human level, I am largely blind to the greater forces of divinity at play in my life. Even the human imagination, as wondrous as it is, has limits that my divine pilot willfully ignores.

More times than I can enumerate, my life has looked one way in one moment only to be irrevocably transformed in the next - in ways I could never have planned, plotted or imagined.

The evening I met my ex-wife was one of the those. The moment my daughter was born was another. The day my marriage ended, yet another.

Of these, only my daughter's birth was expected. Yet its impact on my life could never have been figured out by a mind bound by the limits of its imagination.

In this moment, I have no plans to suspend work on my book. I also have no plans to make plans.

Over the past several days, I have created two new drawings (pictured above) - one of St. Francis Cathedral here in Santa Fe and one of Round Mountain in southern New Mexico. If you're familiar with my art prints, you know that once completed, they speak to me of their energetic qualities. (These are vibrational attributes that can assist with healing in much the same way that crystals can).

It's no coincidence that the first drawing works with things like unlimited faith and trust in the unknown, while the second helps with unconditional commitment to your path and surrender to higher power.

These are clearly energies that I can use some help with as I allow the forces of the invisible to work their magic.

In my book The Voice of the Muse: Answering the Call to Write, I write about the miracle of the seed. The seed germinates and begins its growth underground, in a place protected from our prying eyes and hands. In its time, not ours, the tender shoot pokes above the surface, ready to continue its journey in the realm of the visible.

We pass through similar phases throughout our life. At such times, a seed of our mastery lies beneath the level of conscious awareness, the only place it can begin its journey untouched by our human fears, conditioning and perceived limitations.

While the seedling we have planted is still underground, all we can do is provide the light, water and fertilizer it needs - in unconditional faith and commitment.

Today, many of us are nurturing a similar seedling within our souls.

I know I am.

Even in my frustration and fear, even through my consternation and concern, all I can do is provide it the sustenance it needs to mature into a physical expression of my divinity.

All I can do is trust in the unknown and surrender.

Interestingly, the drawing of St. Francis Cathedral also works with expansion and illumination, while Round Mountain is an activation into spiritual leadership.

Ultimately, that's where our faith and commitment carry us. In the meantime, whatever we think we're doing, in truth we're watering a flower whose beauty and color are still in genesis.

In the beginning, the Bible says, God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.

Whether I'm writing or sleeping, whether I'm worrying or wondering, the spirit of my divinity is engaged in the miracle of the creation of my life.

The best thing I can do is get out of the way.

Whether writing on The StarQuest is simply that or something more doesn't really matter. What matters is that I trust and allow the expansion, that I free myself to grow into the illumination.

God didn't force light and form onto the emptiness of the void. He allowed it. And God said, "Let there be light," and there was light.

So it is for me. And so it is for you.

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