Archive for February, 2007

Anthem for Horns and Piccolos

Wednesday, February 28th, 2007

By Roy Doughty
Written: 2/15/07

The approach of this light was not overtly heralded,
But it became apparent to the dew
That a clarion announcement would be made,
To declare that its royalty would now fulfill
The ephemeral wonder of its destiny.
Their bodies of water became the bodies of light,
As a realization likewise rushes us humans
Into this awesome clutch of luminescence.
Here is the death, at last, of death and fret,
A no-place or a non-positionality
Without an edge to bristle or defend,
A swirling in the profuse tweeteries
Of birds, their throats drunk on leaf-light,
Has tuned the trumpeting sun’s great golden blasts
To the intimate peeping of the commonplace,
Where the dawn and our sense of ourselves collide in joy.

Dawn/Vibration

Wednesday, February 28th, 2007

Topics:

  • High energy states
  • Low energy states
  • The Law of Attraction

Poem: Anthem for Horns and Piccolos

Listen: [audio:http://onenessprogram.com/audio/February_28_Vibration_Dawn.mp3]

Spiritual Preparation

Wednesday, February 21st, 2007

Topics:

  • Morpho-genetic Fields
  • Keeping a true lent: feasting on truth, fasting from negativity

Poem: Voyage

Listen: [audio:http://onenessprogram.com/audio/Oneness_Program_Feb_21.mp3]

Voyage

Wednesday, February 21st, 2007

By Roy Doughty
Written: 2/17/07

The mid-morning sun is delightfully voluminous,
Without being loud, a gleeful destroyer
Of attachments to the past, wherein ancient
Metaphors come to a rusting halt,
Like a vast ship beached, its hulking mass
Streaked by the phosphorous lime of roosting birds.
But the sun is a sailor, too,
A light that makes the dew
A sea for the eyes,
And also for that inward happiness,
Which sails beyond the eyes,
In the long boats, skipping, skipping atop the waves —
So many sapphire baubles, so much freedom,
So much delight in the movement of our being,
So much, as we sit, at rest, in our quiet yard,
Watching this movement skittering over grass,
That sends us out to claim a newborn land.

Valentine’s Day Show

Wednesday, February 14th, 2007

Topics:

  • Love
  • Example from Roy’s Rescripting Process
  • Accessing High States of Consciousness

Poem:Walking Together Near Water

Listen: [audio:http://onenessprogram.com/audio/February_14.mp3]

Walking Together Near Water

Wednesday, February 14th, 2007

By Roy Doughty
Written: 5/13/06

Feelings of such subtlety that they seem
As those pale colorations the full moon
Bestows on sea-floes.  Now this sleepiest sheen
Of impalpable conjurations moves
Faintly through the faintest of all breezes,
The fall and fall again of ripples, this
Way and that, which even the featheriest
Feathers of duck or gull find lulling.  Great ease
Soothes our bodies and smoothes the sloping shore,
As twin tides curl the florid estuary,
One physical, yet supersensual,
And one more metaphysical
Than star-lore.  We two are poised in this stream,
Those born of flesh, becoming so much more.

Premier

Wednesday, February 7th, 2007

Topics:

  • Definition of Oneness
  • How do we get there?
  • What this show offers
  • Intentional energy transmission of the Oneness Blessing

Poem: Maternity

Listen: [audio:http://onenessprogram.com/audio/01_February_7.mp3]

Maternity

Wednesday, February 7th, 2007

By Roy Doughty
Written: March 20, 2006, Ananda Loka 3, India

The dawn uncoils her peace with a silent,
A breathless ferocity, pouring streams of white
Down the igneous orchard rows, while she,
Lean, four-footed mother, stands patiently,
As her biting brood clamors beneath her.
Her pups know only their own convulsive hungers,
Their desires for food, for sex, their desire to give birth
To themselves, which she, as the milk-maker,
Gives first to one leaf, then another,
Then, in an orgy of uterine trembling,
As torch to driest tinder, she copiously feeds
Her whitest of white fires to all the children of the day.
The mountains stand sentinel to her tenderness,
As we, all fire ourselves, burn with the self-same ardor,
Living and dying our ten billion dramas
As if this divine conflagration were the most
Mundane of occurrences — which it is.
Now as the mother and child, the one fire in innumerable flames,
Fall sweetly down to ashes, the coil uncoiling,
The pups collapse into sleep,
And her ocean of flames becomes an ocean of honey.