New Mexico and Enlightenment?

Food and love.  Two intensely simple words I discovered within myself during an intense meditation at a yoga retreat in Espanola, New Mexico.  After intention, practice, and a lot of listening, I understood what it was I wanted to do for the rest of my life.  Food and love.  This epiphany wasn’t accompanied by bright lights or sounding trumpets, but rather a very familiar and strong voice: my inner voice.  This is the voice that resides inside all of us.  The voice that is usually in an endless chatter, constantly making absolutely useless contributions to any sort of progress.

I was astonished.  Astonished not because I received an answer, but rather that I had accepted the answer I had already known.  I realized at that moment – and even now as I am typing this entry – that the answers to our lives’ largest questions have already been given, already been recorded. In many cases we are already achieving the answers without even the slightest inkling of their comprehension.  It had been I who was blocking myself from understanding what I wanted to do with my life.

This experience in New Mexico taught me that I already know everything there is to know.  I have access to every question I want answered.  Call it the collective consciousness, the unified field, heaven, bliss, enlightenment, the soul, Jesus, Mary, or Joseph.  Call it whatever you like.  Millions of names and references all address the same thing.  This thing resides inside everyone human being and everyone can access it.  It is not whether one knows something, but rather what one can realize.

If I have access to everything there is to know, why don’t I know everything?  My answer to this has come through meditations.  Repeated meditations that is.  The more I meditate, the more my mind can perceive.  I become more intuitive, more in sync with my surroundings.  I am calm and flowing.  Think of if this way, the balance in my life is always existent whether I am balanced or not, meditation just allows me to rediscover how to find it.  There are many other positive benefits from repeated spiritual practice (Understand that meditation is but one of the endless ways to attain increased awareness and consciousness), but all stem from increasing my capacity to access the inner pool of knowledge.  As I meditate more, I physically and mentally lose blocks that impede my relationship with the field of pure consciousness.  In other words, the more dedication and practice, the more I allow myself to receive information and the more knowledge I realize.

The information is there.  It always has been and always will be.  No new information can be created, it can only be discovered.

Food and Consciousness

Two subjects that completely engulf my life.  The majority of my time is spent between the two, if not both simultaneously.  I have long since been a spiritual student searching for higher states of consciousness.  I am also a culinary professional learning the art of food.  It seems only destined to find the balance that lays between my passions.

I am perfectly certain the relationship between the way we think and the way we eat can create a better world.  Even more so, it is absurdly ignorant to deny that this relationship affects world as it is today.  Food has lost its origins, not just its pastoral origins or its nutritional origins, but rather its ethereal origins.  The meaning of food today has become sustenance at worst and sensuous at best.  It is almost forgotten that through food lies the connection between our bodies and the energies that sustain us; the world we live in.  Food is a reminder of our simultaneous connected existence with the earth and everything around us.

As with most conceptual disconnections in today’s world, the foundational story has been lost.  Food has been conquered and its bygone divinity forgotten.  I remember the practice of monotonously repeating grace as a child before family dinner, never understanding its meaning.  The stories of grace reach back into Christianity, Judaism, Buddhism, Hinduism, and many more.  Each equate food as a means to connecting with God.  These stories hold a very important message.  Food is heavenly; food is consciousness.  Treating food as a divine gift would create magnanimous reverberations throughout all societies.

The way food is processed, commoditized, consumed, and wasted all indicate the harsh manner in which it is perceived.  Think about how much would change if our perception of food was one of respect and grace.  Monocultures, pesticides, GMOs, farm suicide rates, food miles, hypoxic dead zones, modern agrobusiness, famine, food-borne illnesses, obesity, “fat diseases”, pharmaceutics, and the list goes on, would cease to exist.  If food was created, used, and perceived through a higher level of consciousness – one that recognizes it supernal quintessence – then everything that dealt with food would inherently spawn from that state of consciousness. Each of the negative, aforementioned areas would replaced with a higher alternative.

This subject is my life’s work.  Much work is to be done, but I am grateful I have found my calling.  I believe that I can change the world by changing the way we understand food.

Blogging? Blogging. Blogging!

I want to become a writer.  Besides school assignments, I haven’t practiced much at all.  Paper and ink just seem too much of a hassle, I’ve never really taken to journals and the idea of creating a physically tangible stack of murmuring memoirs sounded a little – just by a tad – more ego stroke-ingly painful than deciding to create a virtual heap of rants.  Therefore, I have decided to start a blog.

I see this as an opportunity for unlimited, unabated, unscripted creativity.  I certainly make use of many blogs and have watched the progress of some pretty horrible writers lead to something worth while.  Some blogs I follow have even manifested into the REAL world – imagine that!  Concerts, books, catering companies, art shows.  There is much to be learned from blogging and I finally have come to admit it.  More than anything, I need to get back in the habit of feeding my creative mind.

I’ve encountered two types of blogs: useful and self-absorbed.  I am making a promise to myself and to any who choose to read my posts that I will stray from the latter and provide only the former.  There is nothing I enjoy more than receiving something great, inspiring, helpful or mainly just positive.  Thus, I am provoked, summoned and inspired to offer the same to you, the world – at least that is the world who is blogging. =)

By the way, that exclamation point was entirely worth it.