We’ve left our familiar world behind, survived jet lag and bowel eruptions, burrowed through alleyways and tunnels, walked the path of Jesus in Jerusalem, been baptized in the Jordan River, hiked up a desert mountain drenched in sun and sweat and then descended below sea level for cleansing and mud baths, and now finally we arrive at the climax, three days of sharing and Q&A to confront our demons and heal our selves.

The lead photo is of J-R, who comes in right at the start to kick off the sharing, looking better than I’ve seen him in a year. He’s right here, paying a rare visit to his physical body, and as a result to all of us, who are far more stuck in our physical bodies. Coming in for his occasional check on the prisoners, making sure that they’re being taken care of and that the prison officials are treating them kindly, bringing them treats and useful things they might need, as well as the proverbial cake with the file hidden inside.

As the energy builds for this miraculous and ordinary intersection of spirit and space-time, the choreography of events becomes more precise, the rhythms tighter, as spirit meticulously coordinates details that it normally wouldn’t care about, except for the fact that it’s going to visit through a body for a while, and everything and every moment that it’s going to touch in any way starts to come more awake, vibrating faster, interacting with its neighboring events and moments, imparting its energy in a wave through all the particles.

Example: We’re scheduled to start the sharing at 2 pm. I’m working in my room during the morning, and around noon I suddenly get an inner call to go down to the ballroom where the sharing is going to be held, to check on the banner that goes over the dais. Jsu happens to be there and happens to be telling some of the crew that J-R is going to be coming in at 2:00. By the time I get back up to my room it’s about 1:30 and I realize that I have enough time to back up some photo files, and get my equipment down to the ballroom by 2:00. At about 1:50, though, there’s some glitch, my hard drive spontaneously disconnects and I won’t have time to start the backup again, so I decide to go downstairs early, I go out the door and J-R is coming down the hallway. We get into the elevator together, he gets to the dais a few minutes earlier than expected and I have just enough time to put the right lens on the camera and snap the photos that you see. You can’t plan this stuff, and you can’t keep up with it out of anything other than an openness and a humble request that you be kept in the flow so you can play your part in the dance.

I get photos of this simultaneously young and old face, an ordinary guy who’s managed to keep so open to that flow that it gets hard to distinguish between what’s the flow and what’s him. So nice that we get to live in a time when he’s been able to live to a ripe old age, unlike the guy 2000 years ago whose footsteps we’ve been following through Israel, who lived in a more primitive era and had a much rougher time of it. We fight the same battles and have a lot of the same experiences, but ours are so much gentler and easier.

Example: We were planning to broadcast the sharing live online, but it was on Saturday, the Jewish Sabbath, and some folks at the hotel said that their rules forbid operating any equipment on the Sabbath. However over the last week, through discussions and running into the right people at the right time, we managed to get around this and make sure that people all over the world are able to participate in our healing event. Wait…wait…wait a minute. There’s something familiar about this. Healing on the Sabbath…seems like somebody else was accused of that a long time ago. Same problems, more grace.

J-R is on the dais for a while, some J-R excerpts are played over the radios, J-R tells Jsu he’s going to be up there for another 4 minutes, and then he’s gone. For those minutes there’s an electricity in the air, an order, a clarity, a silence, and then a blasting of a single tone that both overwhelms and harmonizes all other tones and silences. Then it’s gone, and the exposition is left to John Morton, Michael Hayes, and occasionally Paul Kaye or Jsu. With breaks for a couple of meals throughout the day, the work goes on. People stand at the microphone and are taken apart, cleaned and oiled, and put back together. Each one standing in for hundreds, or thousands, or who knows how many, finding their way through the same maze of karma that each of us goes through, each with their own unique twist that makes them think theirs is special, but actually with so much in common with everyone else’s that each of us learns all about ourselves from every sharer. A lot of people sit with eyes closed, zoning out, doing SE’s, and then coming back into their bodies for the occasional joke, just like J-R.
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