Spiritual blob

A spiritual blob speaks.

The Rabid Monk

signs, signs, everywhere.......ya,ya, ya,... you get the point.

The coolest part of this spiritual stuff is the ability to understand that all is within. 

Do not bullshit yourself and say "Oh yes Rabid Monk, I know what you speak of, I read that concept in the best selling self help book "You are you and be you to know you so that you can become you"...

Nope.
You have to experience the truth of the information in physical form...from the internal thought state to the actual transmutation of old energies on an external level. 

Trust me, wild shit is possible, I have countless former clients in my old profession that can validate what I state.

You have to be willing to read the signs (energies) that pop up (internal) in order to get to the destination you desire (external).



The Rabid Monk

Stayin alive

A Rabid Tale:

I went to see a very funny band this past weekend that does heavy metal versions of Bee Gee songs…( Don’t all spiritual sages do things like that?) they are very talented comedians/musicians and put on a very high energy show.

I tried with all my might not make it happen, as it would involve this weird thing for me : pleasure. You see , the spiritual practice that I do never stops..ever and constant spiritual work and shifting energies truly envelops my life.

All the bad news on the TV?

-I do spiritual “things”,

All the global news of illness?

-Yup, I do “things”,

All my trips abroad?,

-Yuppers, I do them for a specific spiritual reasons to shift global energies….

This page?

-Yup, to bring joy and spiritual education to people I will never know.

In fact, at my peak, a few years ago during the economic downturn and global crisis, I slept no more than 3 hours a night for roughly 3 years as I was "doing my stuff” non stop. I am not complaining, I am just stating fact, but it seems that I care so much about what is going on and being the “man behind the curtain” that I can never actually “let loose” anymore.

So my own subconscious was replaying a pattern in my life as it only knew constant spiritual energy shifting and the related work. I was up the night prior ( working on many issues) and could not sleep, as there was much going on with recent events regarding disease, war, etc…so I was doing my “job” and trying to do my part to move things along.

The next day I was exhausted and had to cancel an appointment with someone and felt bad for doing so ( she asked me to help her). But I still had to go into Boston and pick up my wife and that is where the “fun” began.

I felt guided to do a meditation prior to leaving to get her and saw images while in the meditation: A huge wave behind me, pushing me forward….I was still sleepy in the image, but the wave acted like a supportive “pillow” to me. Almost at the conclusion of the meditation, an image came into my mind of a clock….but the hands were headed backwards, against time and I then saw the image of myself, when I was a “rocker” in the 1980’s ( yes, I was long haired and quite sexy) and then my meditation ended.

So after picking my wife up, she wanted to get lunch ( I was beyond tired being up for 22 hours at this point), so that led us to walk to get lunch, she then wanted to see a lego art exhibit in Faneuil Hall in Boston, so we walked the 2 miles to the location. Walked around it and then walked back to our business….( the wave behind me, pushing me along). She wanted to take a nap before heading out to the club and did so at our office….I didn’t fall asleep, as I felt “odd”.

When she awoke, we then walked the 1 1/2 miles to the nightclub to see the band.

Now, I haven’t been in a “rock” club for a long time and it brought back many memories for me ( the clock was heading backwards). Just before the band came on, my wife wiggled us up to the front to get a good view. She was making small chat with people around us and I heard a voice…I turned and looked into the face of the drummer of one of the back up bands.

I said to him is your name Mark? He said “Yes”, ( I then said his last name) he said “Yes”….I said Mark it is me ( my real name)…his face went into shock….

I haven’t seen him for 30 years and we cracked up.

We laughed about the old rocker days ( I used to be a musician) and talked about times gone bye. At that moment, the energy and memories of my “old” life came to the crossroads and met my “now” life….and yes, I then did specific spiritual techniques to shift the memories and energies that popped up as we spoke. Energies that came up once again to be set free. He went his way and I went mine at the end of the show and I felt that part of ( my old rocker) was finally at peace as I walked back to the garage with my wife to begin the long drive home.

I wound up having a great time and I saw once again that all this work, all this spiritual “stuff” that I do…..can only shift what needs to be shifted if you are willing to keep on keepin' on….and I am thankful for that wave that kept me going along, by the end of the day I was up for roughly 30 hours and felt great. If I blew it off and went to bed, I would have never had the chance to visit old stagnations still stuck in the basement.

So, if you try and grasp and judge time, it will surely slip from your fingers…but if you simply are true to who you are, you will be constantly amazed at the outcomes…..time and space are subjective to ones own spiritual consciousness and choice is always the key that makes wild shit transpire.

The Rabid Monk

ps

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uppOl1PsJBo&list=UUVZ6cc8bKs1r2ocKYA1KQvg&index=4

The Band?
They are called Tragedy ( A heavy metal bee gees tribute) at 1:14 of the video above, some guy yells out at the performer playing a comedy skit of air guitar “ Believe in yourself, lance!!!!!!”…..
yup, that is yours truly telling him to............ "Believe in yourself"

steam iron

"In a world of wrinkles, become a steam iron."

The Rabid Monk

Show the world your nude suit

Happy Tuesday!! 

( Which seems like Monday due to the holiday, but regardless of that fact, have a Happy Day. Of course in no way did I mean to emotionally offend Tuesday in any way for being the wonderful day that it is, it is as important of a day as Monday ..).


Wha? Ugh.....

Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday just emailed, they were all up in arms....okay, okay, okay....ALL DAYS ARE WONDERFUL, EVERY DAY INVOKES HAPPINESS IN THE SAME BALANCED MANOR....

Shit, days are sooooooo sensitive.



The Rabid Monk

Peep this.

-Pervs.




The Rabid Monk

Monky Horror Spiritual Truth

WTFU

(Wake the fuck up)....the Butterfly effect is real.

Work on the energy of the self and discover the power within you.

The world is currently in a stage of "fucked" so it it is up to those who TRULY seek change to go inward and see what the hell is going on.....develop peace within, You dont need to get all political or express your hidden in anger over some shit that happened to you in your youth that now makes you unable to piss in public...let it go.

BE RIGHT NOW, SEEK PEACE RIGHT NOW, THE WORLD IS FUCKED....RIGHT NOW.


WTFU.


The Rabid Monk

Zen and the power of Air supply

Today I am writing a funny ( and true) story about the amazing energy of life stages.

Stages in the case,  being situations and events that add to our lives and lead us to unlock and become the person we can be in life. When I was a young Rabid Monk in the making, I worked in a dead end construction job with a pack of individuals straight out of central casting.

An odd mix of steroid ridden weight lifters, wanna be gangsters, old Irish lifers at the job for 30+ years, you name it, it was there in this Zoo.

One day, our "crew" went to lunch at a bar in Charlestown, Massachusetts, a tough as nails working class Irish neighborhood. It was around 1984/85 and at that time, I was a VERY sexy metalhead with beautiful silky smooth long, long heavy metal hair ( think David Coverdale in Whitesnake).

We went into a local pub called Sullivan's (or Sully's for locals)  and of course when I entered I received "the look" from all the Irish mobsters, wanna be bank robbers, etc...the look being "What the fuck is Bon Jovi doin' here?" Our crew split up to eat and drink and a good friend I had at the time and I sat in the rear of the bar to sit and eat near the jukebox, while the rest of the crew went to the bar for a lovely liquid lunch.

As music was huge to me back then, I jumped at the chance to put on some rock music and jam out during lunch. I looked at the selections and picked some Van Halen and Ozzy......

I thought I picked Van Halen and Ozzy...... I soon found out, I didn't, I picked the wrong numbers and selected the songs below the area I thought were the correct selections. When the music began to play, I discovered that the jukebox was very LOUD and my selections ( in this Irish Bar) where blasting at concert levels.......the songs?

The One that you love and Making Love out of nothing at all by Air Supply....

Needless to say, the ENTIRE bar looked towards the end of the bar at the 2 men sitting alone, blasting Air Supply. My friend, saw the danger and sold me out by yelling at the gangsters " I didn't put this on, it was the long haired freak ( nice , huh?)" to which an old Irish jokester yelled down, "Wonderful selections, sweetheart"... the entire bar then cracked up ( including me).

So that memory of 30 years ago still makes me laugh and shows me the unending power of laughter and how it can be used to transmute energy ( someone made a joke and changed the energy of beat the guy at the end of the bar with a crowbar to frivolity).

I found out many years later in my old  healing office that my own ability to use this power would change countless lives........so in an odd way, thank you Air Supply.


The Rabid Monk


ps

enjoy


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nY31ZH6hAFI


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sX9Y1xxz0Dk