Rita

"...the moment one definitely commits oneself, then providence moves too." Goethe 1749-1832

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In June 2001 I had my first Satori experience via the assistance of spinal meningitis. Basically I woke up with a head ache, so I laid down on the couch and rested only to wake at the end of the day in worse shape. I took stock of my symptoms, self diagnosed correctly and encouraged a disbelieving husband to take me to the emergency room, where I found a disbelieving doctor who did every test he could before a spinal tap, only to stop at the doorway later in the evening to confirm my self diagnosis, at which point I lost consciousness with this physical reality.

I was the center of what was like candle lit emptiness, yet there was no flickering of light. When I looked at myself I was only wispy white light, and barely at that, with no form. Not really particular, not really even a wave, and yet I proceeded to have a conversation with God, but we were not two, but One and this conversation was not a traditional conversation for an indefinite length of time. I was perfectly fine, peaceful. Then I asked, "What about my children?", and slam I was back in my body. ( Buddha is not joking when he says we are to not have Attachments, Aversions, or Indifferences.)

I could not see. I could not hear. I could not speak. I could not move, and yet I was not afraid. I knew that there were people moving about me, touching me, speaking to me, though I could not comprehend or communicate, I was still in the bliss of Atman, and I continued to breathe and relax, until some time later I slowly regained enough of my motor skills to check myself out. Shortly after 9/11 occurred and I found myself leaving almost everything behind in TX to return to CA. Within the next year of 2002 I gave up my children to their father and became homeless for the next year until I was rejoined with my children in June of 2003, and we were homeless until April 2004.

We are all reunited now for better or for worse until someday we part again.

For awhile I felt truly disconnected from both the gross and subtle realities of my being. Neither fully in my body nor fully out of it. It has taken many years of my own ILP to not feel in between, but rather ONE. Smiles, the family is home...

Education

I have no degree to show for my obnoxious amount of credit hours from the local city college, but feel secure in the knowledge that I may have read far more current and up to date materials in most of my subjects than any of the academia in my immediate environment, after all, only One had ever even heard of Ken much less read his collective work, and she happened to become my mentor after she introduced me to Integral Psychology. I shout out your praise Jake Elliot! Holla!! She was a firm strong voice telling me that I did not need acadamia to acknowledge me as a succesful student to be a scholar.

Career

Smiles! I'm a Slave to the System! OK JK, but Seriously!

I work at a small owned business called Clay-Mix ~ Where the Earth Becomes Art for a wonderful Japanese women named Ritsuko. Clay-Mix is a ceramic gallery store studio. Very Zen work, mostly janitorial, but some retail, networking, and study work as well! I make $10/hr about 100hrs/mn. I recieve public assistance of all kinds.

I served in the U.S. Army for 8 years in Logistics 90-98. I was a Nail Technician from 95-01. Qualtiy Control in a meat packing plant 02. Modeling 03-05 Art tech/TA 04-09 I've also hussled everything under the sun because C.R.E.A.M. and I accept and include my socio-economic status amongst the environment of which I live. Gotta Survive the Slavery and Succede the System.

Hobbies and Interests

I'm a multi-media artist, an educator, a practioner of my own modified ILP that includes my family, though they are very reluctant. I would like to learn Japanese, and perhaps a few other languages. Dancing, Singing, Playing are a definate must balanced with work ethic. If you made it this far thru my profile, don't be shy, drop me a line. I'm here to communicate, and that is a two-way street! or is it four?! Smiles...