Mindful Musings: Jan 4

“The Fruits of the Gods: A Short Story”

By: Forrest Rivers

round red fruit during daytime

One Sunday a kind priest was delivering his weekly sermon when suddenly a wise and gentle voice from within him spoke:

“Take them outside and down the walking trail behind the church.”

 The bewildered priest paused for a long moment to silently acknowledge the voice. He then signaled an end to the sermon by waving his left hand and saying:

“My beloved brothers and sisters, please follow me outside and down the walking trail behind the church.”

The priest then led his confused but faithful flock outside the church and down the walking trial just as the mysterious voice had instructed.

The group then stepped onto the path and immediately into a lush green jungle of glorious rhododendron and mountain laurel trees. The priest then heard the strange but comforting voice again. This time it said:

“Have them eat the fruit on the sacred tree. But be sure to first bow and give thanks.”

Now twice baffled, the priest froze in his tracks and then took a few timid steps forward and stared in amazement at what was right in front of him. The most beautiful tree he had ever seen stood there in all its glory. The tree was very tall and its great limbs seemed to reach out with exquisite wonder. The priest had never felt the presence of a tree like this one before. It appeared otherworldly. He then noticed that many small fruits hung from the lower branches of this timeless being. The fruits were each about the size of a crab apple and had a pleasant aroma. The priest then turned to face his thirty-person flock and said:

“Come my faithful companions, let us eat the fruits on this tree. But be sure to bow and give thanks before eating.”

The priest then ate the first fruit to ease everyone’s discomfort in consuming an unknown food in the wild. Soon, everyone followed suit. Some ate one piece of fruit. Others ate two pieces. After the band of wanderers finished eating the sweet and delicious fruits they continued down the path through the enchanted forest. After a mile (about 1.6 kilometers) of walking, the priest heard the same voice within for the third time. This time it said:

“Stop walking for a moment and embrace the ecstatic visions of creation. The fruits of the Gods shall now speak.”

Once again, the priest quietly acknowledged the voice and then turned to face his followers once more. What he saw at that moment instantly brought tears to his eyes. An aura of dazzling white light circled his flock and the limbs on the trees surrounding him expressively extended their branches as if to say, “We are conscious and brimming with the spirit of oneness.”

For the first time in his life the priest became aware of how fully alive the earth was and how pure her essence. The priest then bent down on the ground to examine a bizarre but gorgeous red mushroom. On close inspection, he was astounded to find mysterious hieroglyphic like symbols encrypted on it. The symbols seemed to him to be a secret language that conveyed a supreme cosmic wisdom that transcended the limits of his rational mind. The priest then stared adoringly back at his followers who were now embracing one another in the same dazzling white light. The priest’s heart overfilled with such overwhelming love for his brethren that he had to lie down on the ground to center himself.

After a few moments, the priest got back to his feet only to find a majestic doe standing only a few meters from him. The two beings locked eyes in a moment of divine recognition and the priest then bowed to the beautiful animal. To his amazement, the doe bowed her head back to him. A second and third exchange of bows then followed before the priest dropped to his knees and bowed one final time. Remarkably, the doe bent down as low as she could go almost like a curt seat and bowed before running back off into the forest. Overcome with awe, tears streamed down the priest’s face as he felt certain that he had just had a direct encounter with the Creator itself.

The priest quickly got back to his feet once more and ran over to his flock and began joyously embracing each of them. In turn, everyone (who by then were experiencing the psychedelic fruit’s power to shift consciousness and reveal the spirit behind forms)began hugging one another with great love and affection. Then in a moment of telepathic communication the priest and his followers began stomping their feet and chanting the following mantra:

            “Mother Earth, Great Spirit, your power is wise, your power is divine, let us serve you.”

As they chanted, the earth began to tremble beneath their feet, golden eagles began to circle overhead, a rare pack of black wolves emerged from the shadows and the bowing deer from earlier nestled in close to the band of seekers to share in the delight of Mother Nature’s mystical power to invoke a direct and true religious experience.

                           The Fruits of the Gods had spoken.

Mindful Musings: Dec 26

“That Which Is IT”

By: Forrest Rivers

shallow focus photo of purple flowers

In any given moment

We can appear to be

Anything to anyone:

An intellectual, a socialite, a lover

Even a seeker…..

But those who are true to themselves

Would never appear as anything they are not

Abiding in their deathless self

Beyond all projections of their mind

And identification with their body

The supreme aspirant of truth

Abides faithfully in the knowledge

That they are everywhere and in everything

Without so much as lifting a finger…..

What, then,

would be the use of appearing as anything

When you are already THAT which IS IT?

Mindful Musings: Dec 16

“To Be and to Love”

By Forrest Rivers

One day during the height of the pandemic, I was sitting with Clay, a very dear and infinitely wise 72-year-old friend of mine. The two of us were basking in the spirit of Oneness and talking about our connection to creation. At some point during the discussion, Clay turned to me with a great big smile on his face and said in a knowing tone that the point of life was “to be and to love.” The meaning of life, he explained, was really that simple. According to my friend, there is never any need to over-intellectualize or philosophize about our existence. Rather, all we have to do is to be and to love. Clay’s words were such a revelation for me, that when I got home that night I pulled out my journal and tried to sincerely recall all the times in my life when I experienced the bliss of just being and loving.

I thought back to the innocence of my childhood days joyously playing capture the flag and basketball in the front yard with my friends without a care in the world. I thought of a poignant moment minutes before a high school track race when my father stood close behind me with love and support. I thought of three profound psychedelic experiences that introduced me to aspects of my “higher self” that I had never before been aware of. I thought of the day when Abbie, my beloved dog, and best friend, first came into my life and how I felt strangely certain that our meeting was more like a reunion of souls over many lifetimes than the introduction it appeared on the surface to be.

I then thought of the countless times lying in bed with my beautiful kindred spirit, Rose, after making love and feeling overwhelmed by the incredible energy and warmth flowing between us. I thought of dancing at my first reggae show and feeling so connected to the music’s sweet and soulful vibrations that I entered a spiritual trance-like state. I thought of the mystical and almost unbelievable moment when Rose and I exchanged multiple blows with a deer while on a walk in the forest. I thought of numerous hikes to the top of rarefied peaks in both the Smoky and Rocky Mountains—- the two magical places where I have lived for most of my 30’s. I thought of my first synchronicities meeting with Myrtle, the wise and godly Cherokee elder who would become my close friend and beloved teacher. I thought of a past trip to Maui, Hawaii, and how that island’s mesmerizing sunsets and transcendent beauty had opened my heart and awakened my spirit. I also thought of the chance encounter that I had with a red robbed monk in the middle of a Nashville, Tennessee green way and the remarkable presence of compassion and equanimity that he radiated. Many other untold moments passed freely from my consciousness to paper as I reflected.

What was it about those moments, I asked myself, that had made them so memorable? Each of these moments brought me into the totality of being fully present with my heart wide open to the wonder of existence. In those precious instances, it is as if my mind stopped clinging to what the next sequence in life would be. Instead of my mind being someplace else, I was just here, swimming in an ocean of pure awareness. In the words of the great teacher, Alan Watts, these moments helped me to “become who I really was.” Though we all experience them, our acknowledgment of these kinds of profound existential snapshots in time have become exceedingly rare. This is due to the fact that in our hyper-rationalist culture we tend to emphasize doing and acquiring over being and loving. However, learning to be and to love is exactly what we need right now if we are to transcend the suffering that this pandemic has inflicted on humanity. Becoming who we are, in an age when all of our vulnerabilities are laid to bare, can feel especially daunting and heavy. But being and loving allows us to meet our deepest fears and anxieties with a certain quality of joy, lightness, and acceptance of what truly is. This way of relating to the world can help us all get on with our healing.

Do you find yourself consumed with worry that another pandemic may soon emerge after this one and claim your own life or that of a loved one next time around? Just focus on being present and genuinely show love to everyone you meet and you will be able to embrace whatever comes your way with calm acceptance and understanding. Are you concerned that the economy will take another nose dive and leave you in desperate financial straits? Just focus on being present and genuinely show love to everyone you meet and you will find that no amount of financial hardship can truly disrupt the eternal seed of stillness that resides deep within your soul. Has all the COVID-19 related social and political unrest left you feeling afraid for the fate of the human race? Just focus on being present and genuinely show love to everyone you meet and you will recognize that all the current divisiveness and outrage are all passing show. One day soon, the peaceful and loving world that we all know is possible will become a living reality.

When we look back on this chaotic, strange and unsettling period in our lives, it is likely that the first things to be remembered will be external events like the shutdowns and social distancing, the economic collapse, the controversial responses to COVID(from both sides of the political aisle)) and the Black Lives Matters protests. However, let us also remember the manner in which we, in the words of Ram Dass, used this “fierce grace”, to grow in our inner capacity to be and to love. Truly, this is the moment of our spiritual awakening. Take a deep breath and revel in the fact that you chose the most remarkable and inspiring time to be alive!

Cheyenne Prayer for Peace
Let us know peace.
For as long as the moon shall rise,
For as long as the rivers shall flow,
For as long as the sun shall shine,
For as long as the grass shall grow,
Let us know peace.
– Cheyenne Prayer