In all this world, there is nothing more important than appreciating the preciousness of our human embodiment and doing all we can to increase health and happiness for ourselves and others - Tarthang Tulku

Monday, June 4, 2012

Oh Say Can You See: We're All Friggin Rainbows




On either side of the river was the tree of life, bearing twelve kinds of fruit, yielding its fruit every month; and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations. - Rev. 22:2 


O Mankind, We created you from a single (pair) of a male and a female and made you into nations and tribes, that you may know each other. Verily the most honored of you in the sight of God is he who is the most righteous of you" - Quran 49:13

         Human salvation lies in the hands of the creatively maladjusted. - Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. 
                                                         ( Exhibit A: this blog)

It is the mind that makes the body. - Sojourner Truth 

Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.- Buddha

Man is made by his belief. As he believes, so he is. - The Bhagavad Gita

Self-portrait, L.A. subway
 I was very happy to see the recent issue of The New Yorker with the rainbow columns on The White House. I happen to think everbody's gay so this made me smile. Gay, in the English, jovial sense of the word, of course. Or not. No matter. What matters is that we start realizing sooner rather than later that we're all rainbows if we're going to heal the world, make it a better place, MJ-style, and work towards World Peace. If you study the yoga, then you've heard of these chakras, the wheels of spinning  light energy along the spine. If not, well you're late for the party. And you better hurry up though because the Peace train is leaving. Well, maybe you're working 9 to 5 and taking health tips from Dr. Oz, in which case I think it's best you also consider going to see the Wizard at this point. Oz never did give nothing to the Tinman that he didn't already have, you know. We have every miracle within to heal ourselves and each other on this upside down world on fire. All we need to do is slow this train down and listen to God, to return to the natural rhythms of nature and find the heavenly harmony from which this Universal frame began. There are many ways to live. And much of our collective healing has to do with slowing down and listening. I quite conveniently keep forgetting that many people don't believe in God or don't like the word ( is Creator better? ) or don't believe their God is different from someone else's God. Minor roadblock. Keep calm and sparkle. We are One under the Sun and the Son. 


On the healing journey, we rewind and remember who it is we were created to be: made perfect in God's image, despite the fact that in the West we do a very good job feeling not good enough. When we heal, we get a renewing of our minds, hearts, and bodies, and a chance to drink from the fountain of youth and innocence. Most importantly, we are free. I love that George Clinton quote, " Free your mind, and your ass will follow." To practice yoga or any ancient healing art is to go back in Time to an ancient system of understanding our soul's purpose and bringing our mind,body, and spirit in harmony with the true Self and the principals of Nature. To follow Jesus and practice yoga, well that's the killer combination, with cheese. We learn to conquer our bodies and realize the immortal nature of our souls, camped out in this human garb to be in service to our Creator for the highest good. To study the ancient ways of healing and being is to dig in to the mythology and ancient rites and rituals from the beginning to Time that inform our sense of who we are and how we choose to work to create heaven on Earth together. 

Deepak knows all about this. Oprah knows. Donald Trump, um, doesn't know. Maybe Carlos Slim Helu could find out, which would be muy bueno con queso. Obama got the memo. And Brother Jon Stewart is about to find out so we can carry the news to all the young dudes. And dudettes, of course. All God's children are invited to the "We're all friggin Rainbows" par-tay, Monsieur Stewart. I know how much you love zee French. Consider me your Existential Correspondent.... reporting live..... from the Center of the Cosmos, or perhaps the Tunnel of Love is more accurate. What's more, I'm Jersey Fresh. 

This gun's for Hire.

And my mom and Jon Stewart's mom live two blocks away from each other in The Garden State. What a coinkydink. Cosmically speaking, Venus has center stage right now in the Astral plane so my coming out is perfectly timed. I've been working on rebirthing myself for a while now so I can help rebirth the planet and lead the healing revolution. Perhaps it is due time for a reworking of The Birth of Venus-- perhaps this go around she's a white yogi with a Zulu soul who sings show tunes and enjoys plant medicine.














In one of her recent issues,Oprahji as I like to call her, invited her readers to write a 6-word memoir. I came up with mine in a hot second: Made pilgrimage to save human race.  Tough assignment but somebody's gotta do it and who better than a girl named Holly. After all, the holly is a tall sturdy evergreen prickly tree with cheery looking red berries that The Druids used to place above their doorways to ward off evil and was possibly used in Jesus crown of thorns. It was also, the Holly, purportedly used as the wood in Merlin's wand.That works cause we're gonna need a hefty dose of magic to restore balance to this world.Hare OM and Hallelujah.When I asked my mother what her 6-word memoir would be, she said, in a  hot second, " Loud mouth bitch from New York." Alas, I came upon Namaste, Bitches honestly. 

 What's extra perfectly timed about the Rainbow connection is that ever since I was a little girl I wanted to be Rainbow Brite. I was fascinated by her superpowers. She was an orphan named "Wisp", abducted by an unknown force and brought to a colorless world and charged with the task of finding the sphere of Light. Along the way, using her smarts and her intuition to guide her, she finds a fancy color Belt, which she uses to bring color to the land. She defeats the King of Shadows and she and her magic horse Starlite live in Rainbow Land and are in charge of all the colors. Hard to resist that fantasy, so I wont. 
Me, age 5, with my girl Rainbow Brite
What I'd like to build, now that we're all coming to our senses, realizing we're all rainbows, (Sarah Palin, I'm coming for you and your Caribou too) is a Rainbow Bridge. This shouldn't be too difficult as I have engineering in my blood.  My grandfather was a brilliant engineer who worked on the Pennsylvania Railroad all the live long day. I didn't know him, but he lives in me and he must be helping me engineer this Rainbow Bridge I've been building in the air between nations, races, and places so we can understand that we are all One and find our way to World Peace. Suspend your disbelief with me now. Otherwise, the magic won't work. Jesus said, " You must first become like children before entering the Kingdom of God". And so my job is to hold on to spiritual innocence and show you what it's all about. Fairies and unicorns are real where I come from. 


The power of the Rainbow as its showing up now on the World's Stage is that it is symbol of God's promise to Noah that the world would not be destroyed by floodwaters. In Norse mythology the most celebrated rainbow bridge is called Bifrost, said to connect Earth with the home of the Norse gods. The idea that the rainbow bridge to heaven is attainable by only the good or virtuous, such as warriors and royalty, is a theme repeated often in world myth. And since the Hindu Chakra system is a rainbow, then we're all Rainbows,  only many of our brothers and sisters have not a chance to realize this, for reasons that have much to do with the fact that , well, the world is burning, Western medicine is slow to change, we have an inexcusable health care crisis in America combined with fear and skepticism about spiritual and metaphysical healing. The gap between the haves and the have nots is getting bigger by the day. Oh and a lot of people don't believe in God. And think their God is better than someone else's God.  There's that minor glitch. But Faith can move mountains. And I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. 


There is a massive disconnect in America between people who have access to "alternative" treatments to their chronic conditions and people who cannot afford natural, holistic healing because they are on food stamps, disability, or welfare, stuck in a system that treats symptoms, not souls. I'm talking about folks on the the bus, gus. The people. Power, healing, beauty, light, and a little luxury to the people for a change. 
My mother is one such person, who has been on disability with fybromyalgia and cannot afford to wisk herself away to a fancy healing  retreat or some other mind-body-healing experience where she would be made brand new as new in a matter of weeks. She goes to the foodbanks in Trenton, NJ.And has not yet realized that it is her mind that can heal her, along with access to natural healing, herbs, aromatherapy, things that nurture her soul. And this is the divide that desperately needs to be bridged, with the help of a global shift in consciousness, Hollywood, Deepak, Oprah, Sting, Trudy,  and whoever else wants to help find a way to funnel monies to to heal our inner cities and people who are not exactly feeling "Happier Than Ever".Lift every voice and sing-style. We shall overcome some day. 


Here's my Mama back in the day ( the dream catcher is to call her Spirit back) but now she is sick and tired of being sick and tired, can barely walk and is and fiercely resistant to healing, as many trauma-survivors are. Kinda like when Tina Turner sang, " What's Love Got to Do With It?" Except now she's a Buddhist. I'm hoping my Mama can follow that path of least resistance. 




She's holding on strong, my Mama, when really just needs to let go and be given a break--- a big break to heal and remember who she is, just like so many people in this world who are hanging on by a thread, still feeling trapped below, brused, battered, beaten up and broken down. She is also the ultimate caregiver who is not used to the idea of anyone caring for her. She's also 100% Italian, which brings with it a lot of Fire, an eternal Flame I carry on , her wayward son and daughter who must straighten up and fly right. I pray for a healing miracle for my Mother, or perhaps some fancy healing retreat would like to adopt and sponsor this out of this world Mother daughter duo. We can document the experience. And we heal the world in the process, shining a light on what healing from the inside out is really all about. My Mother used to be a T.V. Producer for Comcast's Newsmakers and for Lynne Doyle. Comcast did not recognize her "condition" as a disability and so she  has been out of work and her health has been deteriorating as a result. No matter, she can heal her life. She just is having some trouble believing this is true. It happens. But ultimately, thoughts create things and her thoughts are  not so happy these days. She's down in the dumps and is really not loving her lovely lady lumps. 





Clearly we need to collectively press play for The Course in Miracles to be made manifest for this world.  Naturally, I am having trouble getting on with my mission until my Mother is healed. Tis all apart of this heroine's journey. Today she told me I'm sick in the head and need help. So, there's that. Hurt people hurt people. It's her pain body talking. Please, God, send me a miracle for my Mother's healing. She's trapped in victim mode and won't let go. When she heals, she will help so many people who have been through what she has been through. I think she's a shaman for Jesus waiting to happen.




While yoga teachers are tweeting about their gogi berry smoothies, many people in the hood are just trying to get by on a dime. Vitamixers are $600, which is more than Mama's rent. So, you see, there is no reason why the yoga and alternative healing industry, which is filthy rich right now and ripe for a shake down, can't start giving back to people who don't read The New YorkerYoga Journal, don't shop at Whole Foods, don't do arm balance workshops in Costa Rica and don't have extra pesos to by friggin  ToeSox.  And I love me to Kathryn Budig. We went to high school together. Shared the stage. But I'm not thinking about Toesox. I'm thinking about the 67,000 homeless Veterans in this so-called land of the Free, home of the Brave? Where is the heart healing  and Hope for them? It's all upside down. 




To restore balance and a new order to this upside down world, much will have to be destroyed and rebuilt-- mostly our old ways of thinking and relating to each other. This is a new Time where The Divine Feminine is making a fierce comeback all over the world. The changes will happen in the minds and hearts of the people who begin to feel like there is hope, who begin to feel loved, cared for, and uplifted and not cast aside by their country, or their fellow brothers and sisters. What yoga can bring the world is a lightness of being which will foster unity and peace. It can bring heart expansion to the rich to help them feel more Oneness with all of humanity and creation.  But "yoga" must go where "yoga" has yet to travel -- from corporate board rooms to schools to our nations inner cities. "Alternative" Healing should not be a luxury in America reserved for people who can afford to take their healing into their own hands and avoid Western medicine's vicegrips. 


So, as your reading The New Yorker, on the train, on the plane, think for a moment about this idea that we're all Rainbows and nothing even matters really, except kindness, compassion, health, peace, love, happiness, harmony, and hope. And you can't take it with you, folks. There are a lot of big brains and big suits on this planet working over time, chewing on ideas, spitting them out, worrying, scurrying-- for what? Where's everybody going off too so fast? What our Souls are craving is stillness, silence, and a return to Innocence, peace, and purity, and Divine playfulness. It's a terrifying prospect for some as we've been separated from that vibration  for so long. But it's here. Live on Earth. 




What I would like to pitch to the world, out of left field, is something called PROJECT RAINBOW. Now, I researched PROJECT RAINBOW and apparently, according to the Wikkipedias, is "a name given by the CIA to a research project aimed at reducing the radar cross section of the Lockheed U-2 to reduce the chance that it would be detected and tracked by Soviet radars during its overflights of the USSR." Yeah. Whatever that means. 10-4. E.T. Phone home. Ain't gonna study war no more. 


This goaround PROJECT RAINBOW shall be an operation under The Real Deal ( like The New Deal but with  shamans, crystals, reiki, plant medicine, didgeridoos, aromatherapy, vibrational healing and singing bells) which brings spiritual, natural  and holistic heart healing to people all over the world. It is a healing revolution and it really doesn't cost too much. It's mostly just a dissemination of ancient information and sharing of resources, creating healing experiences for people all over the world. And we should be able to empower each other to use what our Souls already intuitively know, but have forgotten because our world has gone mad today and black's white today and day's night today. You know the song. Anything Goes. 

Manalive, if it wasn't for yoga, this brain would never shut off. Yoga citta vritti nerodaha, y'all. That's Sanskrit for, "Yoga is the cessation of the fluctuation of the mental chatter".  How's that workin for you, Dr. Phil? 

Thank you for bearing with a dreamer, a visionary, a friggin genie-ass, a life artist with a somewhat strange ability to work both sides of the camera. Most of these pictures I take of myself, with God, the photographer. I'm just a messenger. A way shower. A Goddess from the past with a message for the Future. Back to the Future? Is this thing on? How many mics, Gaga? Gaga and I both went to Sacred Heart schools.Born to lead, us Sacred Heart girlers. Yay! 


And so, the plan is that I will in fact stop the world and melt with you. Signed, sealed, delivered, I'm yours, WORLD. Don't you worry bout a thing. I bow before the King. 

So. Here is my wish list to my heavenly Father, King of the Universe. Ask and ye shall receive. Seek ye first the Kingdom of God and all these things shall be added unto you,and you, and you, and you. Hands across the water-style. Let's see how miracles work. The big kind. 

The hills are alive! Bang the Gong. I require some provisions, heavenly Father. Here goes nuthin' and everything all at once: 

1) A Holistic Healing retreat out West to adopt me and my Mother and sponsor our shared healing experience, STAT. She needs dry heat, shamans, raw foods, hypnotherapy, and some seriously strong medicine for her seriously strong soul that has been to hell and back. I would like to document and write about her healing, as her story is the story of many single mothers in dire straits. I'd like her healing to be the foundation for  MAMAFIRST.org, a foundation that provides funding for mothers who are in need of holistic spiritual healing from chronic pain, PTSD, depression, co-dependant abusive relationships, cycles of poverty and feelings of powerlessness.

Questions are better than answers. - Wallace Stevens
2) A spiritually minded magnanimous and musical person with a sacred heart for the suffering of humanity who wishes to invest in my ideas, experience,spiritual gifts, vision, power, and creativity for the spiritual healing Mother revolution and re birthing of the Planet. I nominate Tim Westergren. 

3)  An opportunity to teach yoga to Joseph Prince's International ministries

4)  An opportunity to talk with Obama about Project Rainbow, the WORLD Y.O.G.A. Project, Streetyoga.org, and the spiritual solutions to our world's problems. 

5) A spot on The Daily Show as the Yoga Reporter/Existential Correspondent 










OM SHANTI SHANTI OM......
Praise God from whom all Blessings flow.... 
Be Thou my Vision oh Lord of my Heart.. 


Namaste, Bitches. 
You know who you are. 
If you're being a bitch, at least be a bitch for God. 


And the beat goes on..... 


Have your people call my people.
I need some reinforcements,  y'all. 
xo 
Holly Jean Westergren 
(H.West)





Never gonna fall for Modern Love. Get's me to the church on Time... 
        




Yoga & Cheesesteaks, perfect together.





Star Pose in Saint Martin. Zee French side. 


A joke is a very serious thing. - Winston Churchill 


with Mark Whitwell, the yoga Wizard of New Zealand, one of my most beloved teachers
with David Williams. i think he's my yoga dad. 



                                                  Out beyond ideas of wrong doing and right doing, there is a field. 

                                                   I'll meet you there. 

                                                   When the Soul lies down in that grass, 
                                                   the world is too full to talk about. 
                                                   Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
                                                  doesn't make any sense. - Rumi 









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