Happy

Dasha.  Photo by Tania.  Used with permission.

If I can't dance, I don't want to be part of your revolution.

So said Emma Goldman more than 100 years ago.  Witness the immortal march towards bliss released in an Iranian spring on the roofs of Teheran.  

From the seed of civilization laughter echoes through our universal soul.  We click our safe monitors and there they are, our “enemy” dancing, laughing, happy.  Maybe they didn’t want anyone else to see it.  They knew the risks.  But it happened.  And of those arrested, as of this writing, there still remains in jail the director of this video.  Who will stand for happiness; for the courage of song and dance?  According to some reports, the families of all of the participants have been threatened.  They can’t talk to the media, as if the world does not already know a tyrant's impotence when they see it.  The powerless mullahs believe God is on their side, but they are terrified by smiles and cool dance moves; terrified of women revealing their glorious humanity.  They are aghast at men who delight in being . . . well . . . happy.  News reports claim that thousands of Iranians have been arrested over the years for celebrating at parties.  What is the penalty for that crime?

But lest we be smug here in the west think of the wildfire movements emanating from the patriarchy of the John Birch Society in the U.S. (Koch Brothers’ Tea Party) or the National Front in France, British National Party and let us never forget our lovable National Socialists who reside under the rubble of broken hopes and dreams worldwide, yearning to reaffirm themselves in a tornado of discontent. 

Here, in the United States, there are daily sounds in the public chambers of hate that deny all that is alive.  Rush Limbaugh and his ilk.  Like their cousin mullahs in Iran they constantly refer to their holy books to justify repressing light.  If it were up to them, they, too, would cover women head to toe, keep children in their place and purify the filth of literature, arts and music from our hearts.  That repression gives new meaning to Cole Porter’s Night and day, you are the one, beneath the moon and under the sun

Lucky for us, we still have an enlightened blueprint of a social contract to help guide us and sometimes we even pay attention to it.  The Constitution.  And we can still dance and be happy as long as we don’t threaten the power of those few who believe they are immortal as a result of amassing unimaginable fortunes.  Imagine, if you will, we become so ecstatic that our essence can no longer obey any hint of repression.  Imagine still, living in a culture that even the thought of joy can get you arrested for a crime against humanity.

There is, indeed, a war going on in the world.  But it isn’t religious.  It isn’t about terrorism.  It is a war between love and shadow.  For hatred can only exist when the shades are pulled tight.  We deny our humanity during each moment we believe we are not of the same “stuff” as our so-called enemies.  When we designate people we cannot understand to be the “other.”  We refuse to acknowledge that we, too, are capable of horrifying deeds.  I know that my words may be unpopular.  Some would ask if I identify with the Nazis?  Or do I waltz with the Taliban?  Could you intentionally kill innocents?  Perhaps not I personally, but I am a citizen of a country that does the latter on a frequent basis and we call it collateral damage.  It is our name on that drone that killed a wedding party on a suspicion that there might be future terrorists lurking in their midst. 

Every once in a while life reveals to us why we breathe.  Those courageous young people in the gun sight of the Iranian Guard lifted a universal fog for a brief luminous moment.  They laughed and danced and we once again saw human elegance shimmering through flames.  Four years ago, thousands of Iranians were running to the roofs of their apartment buildings to scream, God is Great (!) to protest the latest corrupt election.  They knew that many of them would be arrested and some even killed for daring to cast their light, yell into the darkness a yearning to be free.  And the consequences of their audacity came to pass.  Yet, it continues.  I always ask myself would I have such courage in the face of this kind of terror?  We have our own examples of heroism to inspire us.  The freedom riders of the 50’s and 60’s; the demonstrators who knew that if they were captured by the police they could be lynched on the way to jail; the people who came out from safe anonymity into the red heat of Mississippi’s terror to vote and assert their rights.  They, too, were singing and dancing, constantly moving towards a higher plane.  It seems to be a universal code.  Witness the children of Soweto in South Africa reverberate the impoverished air with music as they bring down apartheid or the children of Birmingham, Alabama (“Bombingham”) evading powerful water jets chanting their songs in paddy wagons as they were taken away. 

Our Persian brethren remind us that we all have a choice.  The choice may seem impossible, but it is a choice nevertheless.   Do we pretend to be numb or do we seek the sun?  We may not always succeed, but the journey is a dance we deserve.  As Martha and the Vandellas once declared, let us all dance in the streets.  You never know.  

Dancing with Hafiz at the Living Gate of All Nations

Good Morning....Jack, first thank you for all your Stories of Magnificent People...that mirror yourSelf....~_~

 

This "impression" called me into Vigil for Iran, so i have been in vigil mode since you wrote this.  Last month a meditation group called Children of the Sun invited meditators to TRANSMIT PEACE for the Middle East.  One of the options was to choose a country to meditate with....and to discover the "Soul" of a country.

Peace begins in side....and Iran was the Country an expatriate teacher molested a very vulnerable Canadian girl of 10 and 11.  In a course on Neruolinguistics a perception was presented, that whatever happens to us at 10 years old imprints the patterns we live out in life.  Looking at 10 year old life in Iran, i did indeed see "patterns" that grew my life.....

I lived in an Expatriate community....multi nationalities, on a plateau in the Desert Zagros mountains, where in 1962 the Seventh largest Dam in the world was being built on the Dez River.  This was a project designed not only to deliver electricity to a part of the country that was still rich in authentic "BIBLICAL" lifestyles, it was to bring Nourishing Waters to Desert Landscape to feed a hungry population......  i am in awe now, more than i was as a child, at the places i visited and can now "call up" in "memory"....

"Devic Patterns of Envirnoment"......what one absorbs energetically into the Waters of the Brain cavity.....through the transmissions of life, and emotion around one.  To enter our community of Dez Dam,  we faced a Gate, like a manual railway crossing, AND gendarmes with tommy guns pointing at our Company Jeep.....sometimes right through the open window while "identifying ourselves".  The joy of Power and Threat evident even to Children....Watchmen and rifle bearing Gendarmes paroled our Community.....rumors of "imminent" attacks from Iraq were always in the undercurrent.  Political corruption and Diplomatic protocols created a real "apocalyptic" vibe.....This was still the time of the cold war, and Kennedy was assassinated while we lived in Iran.....what happens back "home" creates ripples where one is internationally....globally....

In my own healing process over the decades i have had to go back, and clear off the amount of "CONTEMPT" of being a "WHITE WOMAN" who "DISPLAYED HERSELF" without a veil in 1970's revealing apparral.   With friends going to Boarding School, i learned of Teheran being the White Slave capital, and that white girls needed to be "very careful".  It wasn't just Racial tho....At seventeen and eighteen, i visited my family again in Iran, and it was being perceived as the SLUT and WHORE.....and having that projected onto one through being cursed or even once punched in the thigh....THIS CREATES A BIOCHEMISTRY OF SHADOW....and neural networks that give Shadow Form....

In my research in preparing for the Children of Sun "transmissions" "getting in touch with Iran's Soul" and the actual meditation i shared with the Children of the Sun these pictures with this e~mail:

October 13, 2014

"To whom it may concern...

thought it might be worth it to give some feed back re: transmissions .

i picked Iran to "be present to"....to "get in touch with the Soul of Iran"....because it is the country i have visited the most "sacred locations in other than my own country, Canada and lived in there in a HYDRO community for three years ....

I have been on vigil for Iran ever since the imprisonment of the four people jailed for posting a youtube mixed gender dancing on the internet called "HAPPY"...

couple of things....a Sculpture the Goddess of Justice/Libra is  in the Kakh Dadgostari Tehran, the justice palace of Tehran  and the historical courthouse of Iran.

A sense of "calling upon" the goddess of Justice ALREADY honoured in Sacred Art as well as Cyrus.....

the history of the Messianic Cyrus of JUSTICE and ETHNIC INCLUSIVITY and SYNTHESIS, and the Cyrus Cylinder....Zarathustra. and the Cosmic nature of the Persian culture at the time, with a profound Unity of Spirit in Cultural Exchange, as evidenced in the cylinder and Persepolis....

SHIRAZ, is the city of ROSES....the City of the poet HAFIZ and the Beloved...a university tone and art form of Rose cultivation...which is considered a "highly fragrant plant" thus of "high frequency" spiritual energy....THIS IS THE CITY THAT HOLDS THE HEART CHAKRA AND SOUL POINT of the country......

Shiraz seems to hold the Rose Nebula in it's Essence...as tho' the Unicorn Constellation dances there....now as i typed that i checked out the Lion and horned Beast Carved relief into the Persepolis Stair way, and by golly, it's the Lion Attacking the Unicorn......

 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Achaemenid_architecture#mediaviewer/File:No...



I'm Canadian....the Unicorn and the Lion Dance on our Coat of Arms, with a Tree of Life between them..

 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arms_of_Canada#mediaviewer/File:Coat_of_arm...

 

MARY MAGDALENE//FEMININE expressions..and i lived less than a 150 k from SUSA between 1962 and 65 as a traumatized child.  Susa is part of an ancient road Artery and major planetary "ley line".....and the Tigris Euphrates valley isn't that far from that town.

Uranium seems to be asking for us to send it Loving Kindness.....

AND....the Jewish word for Justice, contains three letters ....which in the Arcana Tarot, MOON, STAR, SUN...
JUSTICE means COSMIC ALIGNMENTS.....

In a Mythos episode on a dvd by Joseph Campbell, he spoke about a "split" in EASTERN/WESTERN/ consciousness occuring in Iran....having to do with the perception of Zorasterianism of COSMIC FORCES of LIGHT AND DARK AT WAR, GOOD AND EVIL.... charged....... rather than the Eastern TAOIST view of all ONE in Peaceful INTERACTION....

My Vigil sense for Iran continues ...in fact has deepened so this will be an ongoing "assignment" for me.

Thank you for allowing me to plug into other meditators."

 

I am THAT and THAT i am.

 

It was in the childhood  time in Iran,  that Canada came out with a New Flag...one of it's Own SOUL IDENTITY individuated peacefully from the Crown....an 11 Point Maple leaf....which is also the number the Tarot card for Justice, and Hebrew Heart Letter of Light "Lamed" the ascending Heart of Kabbala...the winged heart of Hafiz's BeLOVED.....And the First time I saw that LEAF FLUTTERING was at the Tehran Canadian Embassy. ....we Laughed about it looking like a Hockey Shirt flying above Persian Court yards!!!

Iran was the country I met the ARCHTYPAL ENERGY of LION of JUDAH...in the Narnia Stories ASLAN came to me as i read,

and evoked the Longing....the Longing of the Beloved for the "OTHER".....

Way back when, when i first heard about "Totem" Animals i "asked" one to "come to me"...in my own spiritual training, visual/carl jung understandings of Active imagination were encouraged......and the first one i got in down town Toronto was the Unicorn...which i discovered meant for me CHRIST CONSCIOUSNESS.....and has become very innate Energies for me over the years....

It was when i saw the LION attack the UNICORN on the Percepolis "stair way to heaven", and intuiting the

Stargate of the Moncerous, based on the Rose Nebula, that i SAW that MONCEROUS BEAST, that the Lion was "attacking"....

Which reminded me of the Lion and Unicorn on the Canadian Shield...in meditations over the last few years, i have come to see the Canadian Soul as one of Devic Honouring and Connections......amongs many LIONS....

I share in the soul of Shiraz....it was the only place i felt at home in all the places of Iran...and that Rose was a Spiritual Encounter.....

so in the Inner Worlds of Unity here i sit....

the UNICORN AND LEO DANCING a PAUSE around a TREE OF LIFE,

in the SHIRAZ INTERLUDE

of the Karmic DRAGON COSMIC WATERLINES OF "RECONCILIATION "

WITH LEO and the UNICORN ANOINTED AQUARIAN WATERS

as the BRIDE EMERGES in her Peacocked Winged Beauty...

 

http://www.cathymcclelland.com/enlarge_htm_pages/Tarot/justice.htm

 

 ....in this SHIRAZ MOMENT HERE, Hafiz and Jack....LET's DANCE .~_~

 

WE ARE THAT and THAT WE ARE....~_~

Choosing JOY