Posted by: Jay | October 15, 2014

stress & the continuity of thought

pathIn my opinion the human organism is designed to handle stress.
Man has probably always been subjected to stress, whether it is evading the clutches of a wild beast, or getting out the way of an out of control motor vehicle.
Or, feeling stressed during a heated tribal disagreement, or a fast approaching work deadline.
In my opinion, the problem is not the experience at the time – the body can handle these things – it is the stress does not cease when the actual experience finishes. That is, thought continues the experience long after the event.

An old Eastern parable that goes something like this (excuse my inaccuracy of the actual story, but the thrust remains the same):
Two monks were at a river ready to cross and found a pretty woman on the bank who was afraid the running water may sweep her to her death if she attempted to make the crossing. One of the monks offered to carry her across, much to the consternation of the other monk who believed doing so contravened their moral code.
However, they all managed to cross safely, the woman went her way, and the monks continued walking in silence.
Much later, the monk who was against helping the woman said to his companion, ‘you know you shouldn’t have done that.’
The other monk replied ‘I put her down on the riverbank more than an hour ago, but you are still carrying her now’
A nice story I think.

Myself, various sages and seers (or sundry ‘crazies’ as perceived by many) over the years have said that life is a series of independent events, that it is thought, that we believe to be ‘I’,  that links them together.
Furthermore, the sages say that ‘freedom’ or ‘enlightenment’ or ‘acceptance’ is not some state of perpetual bliss, because bliss is but another experience of thought.
No, it is that whatever event that occurs in life, that experience has a life of its own for the duration of the event.
That life includes whatever thoughts and emotions that may incur, from unhappiness to happiness, anger to joy, etc, etc, and all the associated neuro and hormonal activity during that event IS harmonious functioning of the body. Then the experience is finished.
But, when whatever the experience may be, is carried on beyond the actual event, then the organism undergoes prolonged stress to a greater degree than otherwise would occur. And health and wellbeing can become compromised.


So to use an analogy: some experiences are like rain clouds, dark and heavy. Other experiences are light and airy. But all clouds are part of the sky. They come, they go. It’s just that we try to hang on to some experiences and be rid of others.

Posted by: Jay | October 13, 2014

death sleep

thunderstormMost every night, sometimes by day, the body undergoes mini-death.
Thinking stops completely, breathing slows down, body temperature drops.
There are no thoughts, no mind-images, no dreams.
The body is very, very still. Deathly still.
You are not there at all.
A very deep sleep occurs, so deep that one cannot know anything about (it) at all.
Then, a miracle takes place.
Body temperature rises, breathing speeds up, thought becomes available again; the whole process like a baby stirring from slumber, the world anew. Being able to look as if for the very first time, seeing not with intellect but the totality of being.

‘Seeing’ that has never been born, nor never shall die.

Posted by: Jay | October 10, 2014

dance ground spirit


On the northern side of the Headland lies a clearing that is bordered by dense bush on one side, and ridgeline on the other (with protected cove below.)
The clearing has a smattering of Banksia trees but is clear of understory plants.
Many, many moons ago, the site was an Aboriginal Dance Ground, not used so much for initiation purposes, but more as a camp-stay in the area, and thus men, women and children participated in celebrations of the day. This included Dreamtime storytelling and engaging the animal, fish and bird spirits that inhabited the area (and subsequently fed the tribe).

This morning I walked out from the bush into the clearing to find a pair of abandoned shoes, that were lying at the edge of the Dance Ground. There was no-one around.
The empty shoes, at an area that once served as an Indigenous gathering site, was a nice synchronicity I thought.
If you sit down on the earth, the spirit of the place infuses your being.
Wallaby, Sea Eagle spirit hang heavy, and Blackfish and Abalone from the waters in the cove below are a strong presence.
You can feel the earth pulse rhythmically as feet stomp and shuffle collectively from times long gone, the sweat of endeavour and activity infusing the ground, nourishing the earth, enriching the environment.
The sea breeze courses up into the dance-ground uniting ocean with land, Blackfish with Wallaby, enlivening the bush.

After an indeterminate time, I continued on my way, climbing down the ridgeline to the cove below.
A Sea-eagle flew across my path.

Posted by: Jay | October 4, 2014

more body that thinks


Following the previous post, Brian suggested a follow-up piece to more fully explain the everyday workings of my ‘bodymind.’

Bodymind is not something I can do.
It is like the wind, beyond my control. It happens of its own volition.
It started coming to my attention after the cosmic smack on the head, or divine kiss. (whichever way you want to look at the situation).
I discovered that when thinking is not engaged, what remains is not a dumb, blank state.
On the contrary (it) is alive with life and intelligence.
I was also to discover that although thought may not be engaged, the body still ‘thinks.’
When this happens ‘thinking’ does not occur in terms of mind images, or emotions, or pictures, but in actual, flutters, thuds, pulls – physical sensations in different areas of the body.
I found that this ‘thinking’ (more accurately feeling ) occurs independently of ‘mind,’ via ‘mini-brains’, namely nerve plexi/glands that align in my case with abdomen, chest, throat, brow.
So two examples may be:- a car passing by, resonating as a physical feeling in the chest, or looking at a snake, (its) tongue flicking in and out which also corresponds with a sensation in my chest.
When these events occur, thought lies in the background – to use a motoring analogy – the clutch pedal depressed, thinking disengaged, the outer event registering as physical feeling, as indicated by one of the ‘mini-brains’.
There is awareness of the event occurring, but thought is not.
But, if thought is needed – say, the car skids in my direction, or the snake moves suddenly towards me – thought comes to the fore, and one naturally takes the appropriate course of action.
It bears repeating that this process is not something I ‘do’, or a meditation, or some other technique.
The ‘de-clutched state’ is the default setting. Thought comes when needed to serve whatever requirement, then burns up back of its own accord again into ‘not-thinking’.
It is a permanent occurrence, that happens regardless of outer environment. I have no control over (it).
As indicated in previous post, this situation also plays out as ‘mirroring’ in the case of ‘outer’ events – like someone coughing – registering as a feeling within me similarly.
The ‘inner feeling‘, whatever it may be, lasts for the duration of the ‘outer-event’.
An event may also be climatic – say – temperature fluctuations, humidity, storm activity, wind condition etc, which may resonate with the ‘brow mini-brain’ that responds with bright pulses of light, which vary in colour and intensity.
An event may also be a ‘setting’ such as inside a shop, neon lights, the smells, sounds etc, are all felt in the body.
And people are an ‘event’ also. Both in terms of general engagement but also I have observed that my ‘condition’ in some way, often brings to the surface people’s worries and fears.
I will feel the person’s concern as a physical inner sensation, but when our engagement ends, so to does the feeling.
A way of explaining this is that the feeling mirrors the event. Then its gone. There is no remaining residue. So each event is an individual occurrence. One occurrence does not link to another. Life then, could de described as a series of independent happenings, each with a life – or energy – of its own.
How do I handle this?
I know nothing else. I have no desire for any other ‘state’ and so no problem or conflict exists.
Family members and people who have known me for a long time, say there has been a noticeable change and in my younger years I was very different, and so obviously there has been a change.
Of course I know a change must have occurred because I can remember meditating day after day month after month, and so the desire for something to happen must have been there.
But, what transpired bears absolutely no resemblance to what I was looking or searching for at the time. What remained after the cosmic spanking, has a life and movement entirely of its own accord.
What I can say – ha! – that becomes pretty evident from my ramblings, is that I like to spend regular time in the outdoors. I derive energy there, lying on warm beach pebbles, walking in the forest, feeling wind updraught from a cliff on the face, bathing in cold ocean water, sitting on a beach on a moonless night, etc, etc.
Of course, these events have an energy of their own, that the body responds to, but these happenings also energise and enliven the organism depending on physiological requirements at the time. I sleep far less than I used to and the type of sleep differs also, but we are veering into new territory and so I wont go off on another tangent now.

Posted by: Jay | September 28, 2014

getting sick, but not


My partner has had a respiratory infection for 5 weeks. My daughter had a shorter version. The neighbours have had it, half the town has had something similar, or flu. Some folk are still finding their feet after being laid-up for 13 weeks.
I have escaped its clutches. Well, the sickness part anyway, but more of that later.
Jokingly, I like to tell people I don’t get sick, I just get cancer!

Many of my posts touch on body sense.
I discovered that Adrian Harris of Bodymind Place shares a similar interest, and although from what I can gather he comes from a different angle, nevertheless we both share a similar belief that the body ‘feels’.

In the past I have touched on the sensation of bats flying through me; feelings in abdomen of a falcon plummeting out of sky; or a bird flying, its wingbeats echoing in chest; sitting on shore observing a surfer catching waves, the sensation in the pit of my stomach as the surfer takes off late dropping into a big hard-breaking wave; of expanding rocks in the hot sun cracking inside me; tree branches creaking within; cicada-song vibrating in heart/thymus; a wallaby bouncing off into the bush, each bounce thudding within.
But then there’s another aspect to this ‘feeling’ which brings me back to the respiratory infection that I have escaped, sort of!
I have had no infection, no coughing up goop or laid up in bed devoid of energy, as those who have had the sickness have had.
On the contrary.
But, every cough, every retch, every throat clear, mirrors within me.
My partner, or someone else around town, will be – as they say – coughing their guts up, and I will feel this with intensity down in the chest cavity. Clearing their throat, this registers in throat too, and so it goes for the duration of the happening. When they stop coughing, so to the sensation abates within me too.
Having the sickness without actually having the sickness!

Perhaps a comparison may be one used to describe the feelings some twins experience, that is, say one twin has a bad shoulder, the other one also feels the pain as well.

As to why this happens here, who can say absolutely, but I tend to think that when thought is disengaged and has receded into the background, the body is no longer separated from its environment in terms of thought ‘creating’ boundaries, and so what happens ‘out-there’ happens ‘in-here,’ and various parts of the body take over thinking, or more accurately, they ‘feel.’

Posted by: Jay | September 12, 2014

september snake


Two days ago in the depths of night, out of nowhere, a snake appeared.
The snake was not malevolent or shimmering as warning.
The snake was just going about snake-business; soaking up the rays, tongue flicking the air, eyes bright, head elevated.
This continued on for an indeterminate time, then something startled the snake and (s)he disappeared.

As usual, this morning I walked to the Headland, paid my respects to the cove, did a few stretches, rolled on the pebbles and headed back up the cliff into the bush.
I walked about a kay along the bush track before emerging near the road. I continued on along the quiet road, the sounds of Rosella’s vibrating through me.
I looked down and to the right, and there was the snake, soaking up the ray’s, tongue flicking the air, eyes bright, head elevated.
The first for the season.
I crouched down near the snake, the snake and I content.
I took a photo or two, the snake unperturbed.
To acknowledge the snake, to close the circle of experience, I moved closer and was just about to touch the snake near the tail when a car rumbled towards us.
Startled, the snake disappeared silently into the undergrowth.

Posted by: Jay | September 9, 2014



It’s all belief.
Not just god and gods, or this philosophy or that.
But what we make of life in general, and everything associated: culture, society, technology, wealth, nature, the environment, relationships, etc, etc.
There is no escaping belief by believing in ‘nothing’ because that is another belief.
Even the statement it’s all belief, is belief.
We can choose which beliefs we wish, though it may be more a case of beliefs choosing us as dictated by circumstance or experience.
No doubt, some beliefs are more beneficial than others.

One of the local beaches here is a popular walk; wide, sandy and flat, meaning at low tide the compacted sand makes for an easy stroll.
I have wandered this beach for years; close to 30 in fact, and apart from subtle sandy variations, this stretch from a visual standpoint hasn’t changed much at all.
Last Saturday, I walked down the steps onto the beach and, lo and behold, the first 50 metres was all exposed rock. Big seas and a unique set of swell angles, tide, and wind direction had joined forces to dramatically re-shape the beach. All the sand had vanished. Some of the protruding rocks were standing 5 foot high. One can only guess how many tonnes of sand had been washed away.
Navigating through the stark unfamiliar terrain, I happened across a rock that was conspicuously different from its counterparts. Whereas, the others were ragged, stark and shear in angle, this one was flat to the ground and had been intricately inscribed by the hands of nature.
As humans we are naturally drawn to symbols, to images that in some way are familiar, that we can ‘place’, provide meaning, tie in with the beliefs that we have collected.
The process is automatic, programmed in, something we do whether we try to or not.
The inscribed rock spoke of unboundedness: infinity.
Life, swirling through its stages, death and life unified as one, inseparable. Circles united together, without beginning or end.

Of course, one could look at the pattern and see glacial action, or some other belief entirely, but at the end of the day, whichever belief that shines through, one is left ultimately with the beautiful mystery that is life. A mystery with a capital ‘M’ that initiates no questions. A mystery that has room enough for all beliefs.

Posted by: Jay | September 3, 2014

Blowing My Own Trumpet

cloud-beingsWhen it comes to business, those close to me often say I am way too reserved and understated.

Rather than shouting from the rooftops the services I offer, I am content to merge into the bushland and wait for whatever finds its way to me.

One of the many things I admire about Heather Awen is her tireless dedication to raising awareness for the Disabled and those who suffer with Multiple Chemical Sensitivity.

She is not blowing her own trumpet, but she is vocal in her efforts to educate people about these conditions.

Prostate Cancer is a disease that has touched me, and I too wish to contribute, especially because men often suffer in silence when it comes to mental wellbeing, which may include anxiety, depression, feelings of inadequacy, or loss of ‘manliness’. Then there’s the physical side as well, which may include continence issues, potency problems and reduced libido.

I am fortunate to recover from prostate cancer with precious few battle-wounds. Many others are not so fortunate.

Hence, I am blowing my own trumpet.


Posted by: Jay | August 9, 2014



Looking for food, when the tide is not low enough or the swell is too big, prized shellfish like Abalone, Spenglers Triton, or Turban Snail are near on impossible to gather.
Then, fallback options such as Limpet – and as was the case today – Periwinkle become a food of choice.
They are small and fiddly but are rich in iodine and numerous sea-minerals and though they may not make up the lion share of the meal in terms of volume, they are nutritious and very abundant.
Boiled for a minute or less releases their ‘door’ and one can easily remove with a pin, then hook out the tiny morsel and devour.
This meal, Periwinkle with Squash, Zucchini and Silverbeet.
And a dash of Lemon.

Posted by: Jay | July 29, 2014

toxins and health


We live in toxic times; pollution, plastics, heavy metals, electrical fields, etc, etc, etc.
These toxins impact on our neurology, endocrine system, gut biology, immune system, mental health and more.
I believe various cancers, allergies and intolerances, hormonal abnormalities, some mental illnesses and sundry other diseases are driven by modern toxicity.
In my opinion we are probably all poisoned, just some of us more than others.
I – and I have touched on some of my health challenges in past posts – am no different.
Curing some diseases, when the underlying environmental toxic load in modern industrial times continues unabated, would seem quite an irrelevant proposition. lhc.1
I am not so sure many diseases can in fact be cured absolutely anyway, as the body seems to work to a unique survival strategy, whereby symptoms, pain, inflammation are part of a healing process anyway, or the body working in a protective way to minimise, or ameliorate immediate risk. (wisdom of the body)
But with the heavy toxic load of today, curing – in the sense that one will be absolutely free of a particular disease so it will never return again (or return as some other illness), is,  as before, an irrelevant proposition.
Managing existing illnesses, minimising toxic exposure and safeguarding and manipulating energy levels is probably more realistic in the onslaught of modern toxicity, than cure.

All this preamble is a long-winded introduction to ‘ Headland power and sacred sites’ that keep me alive and aid in rejuvenating and making use of inbuilt bodily healing processes.
For many folk, inanimate objects like rocks, cliffs, landforms or even trees, are ‘things’.
But they are not things for me. Neither are individual birds, winds, rockpools, snakes or most anything else either.
They are alive. They interact with me and me, them. banksia
I ‘feel’ them via areas in the chest, abdomen, and sometimes upper head.
This feeling then ripples through the body like a hypnotic trance that brings forth euphoric sensation, and sometimes perception, that – depending on how it is used – has beneficial energy and healing qualities that extend beyond ‘the event’.
Depending on the day, the time, season, existing pains and ‘health idiosyncrasies’ will benefit from engaging with a hill, or rock, or cliffline, or waterhole, or Sea Eagle tree. Or whatever. Often different, fluid, but always there. Fellow persons, shamanic healers in these toxic times.

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