A Few More Walks...

From Marcelene Alexander (Portland):
Dear Stuart, Suzanne Hryniw, Dennis Judd and myself put on our Fear-No-More World WALK body banners and did a Fear-No-More World WALK on Sunday at the Thomas McCall Waterfront Park in Portland. There were thousands of people there participating in a music festival over the entire Fourth weekend. One gentleman approached me and asked what it was about, saying he had had an idea a number of years ago to start a walk going half way around the world - but never followed through with it. I explained briefly and gave him a card with the web sites on it. This is our fourth month walking. The first walk we did at Reed College Canyon, the next walk was at Natural State Park right in Portland out on the Terwilliger Curves, the next walk was done by myself in Vancouver, BC and also in Portland where I walked about 27 blocks of my neighborhood, and then this walk at the McCall Park. So , humble as it is, we are walking for Fear-No-More World - hopefully we will get more organized and prepared as we go along.

From Margot S. Janeway (Lopez Island, Washington):
A couple of us on Lopez Island went on a four mile walk along a beach on the western side of the Island. For me it was a lovely walk of contemplation, and consideration of the state of the world and the great need of human beings to become aligned to a Divine process that we may live in harmony with all beings and the earth itself.

From Roslyn Esler (Queensland, Australia):
Hi Stuart, I am walking - and talking with dogs I meet along the way - walking with Monty.
I may not do it monthly - I try to do it daily or a few times a week and for only 30 minutes but it all helps.

From Loretta Sheehan (New Hampshire):
I walked a pine- needled path along a peaceful lake, then took a logging road into deep woods. More or less in that hour…. A dragonfly (the oldest living creature on the earth…they were here
300 million years ago!) landed on my hand and basked in the sun, fearlessly. A damselfly
and her mate let me watch as she laid eggs in a hole in a tree stump…my head was about 5 inches from them! I read that these beautiful insects are "very wary, have big eyes, and are hard to approach", but they, too, were fearless of me. In blessing mode, I saw a giant hornet, robins, chipmunks, butterflies, busy woodpeckers, ants, squirrels, Daddy-long-legs running into the woods, huge flock of starlings, and heard the exquisitely sweet call of the wood thrush. The parallel to your "dead, black cow" was an archery range I came across, where hunters were practicing with crossbows on targets and deer statues!! Ugh!! The pain & death intruded on my walk, too….and I was required to bless all hunters and hunted, praying that FearNoMore would soften the hunters' hearts, and change their desire to hunt for sport. Although mosquitoes tried to bite me all day, they were mostly brushed away, or repelled with spray…none were killed. The grand finale to the FNMZoo Walk, largely centered around small and tiny animals, came that night….as magical lightning bugs appeared in the darkened woods and bog… erratic living, moving lights…sending a message to hopeful mates….here I am! Then, one was on the outside of our blue tent in the dark, and could be seen from inside…..lighting up again and again!…a tiny hello in response to the Fear-No-More Blessing….no doubt.

Walk in Oxford with the "Chief"

Hi Stuart, We walked yesterday, about an hour and a half across Port Meadow in Oxford. Salina and I walked over the Meadow and back to Oxford along the river Thames. I've attached a few photo's! The weather looked very threatening and it got really dark at one point and rained but brightened up later. Saw lots of birds and cows. -- Dan George

Why In Hell Do I Do This...? :)

Discovering that a walk on Snow Mountain involves 10 hours of driving, there and back, I opted out of that plan. Instead I hit the road to Middletown again.... about 15 miles. Malcolm accompanied me and Coal for a few miles until about 7am

I had a lot more resistance to doing this walk than any before today. But after about 90 minutes, down along the creek flats, I began breaking through the resistance as a new energy surfaced... I felt my resistance as the sense of chronic fear in my body, mind and life; fear of death. As I walked I was able to walk into that fear, and love it. Rather than resist it I found myself embracing it, loving it... not because I liked it and wanted to adore it, I simply had no choice but to accept it and release it... and as I walked I lived and consciously participated in each moment as a death, yet very alive. With each step the moment was shed, rather than held... each moment like water.

Later in the walk I encountered the carcass of a massive black cow. The stink was thick and came down all around me, soaking the whole area for 100 yards around. I stood in the stench, flies swarming under a baking sun, by the carcass. The body was beautiful in a way, in its rotting stillness, life rushing to devour it. Another lesson begging understanding.


Several hours into the walk I took a short break to sit and eat an orange. My friend, Coal, a big black lab gave me about three minutes before grinning, wriggling and jumping up and down like a Masai, eager to keep going. Later, with the sun high, and trees sparse, I had to slow my pace for the old boy as he padded out the last leg into town.

Why am I doing these walks each month? To be honest I have no idea. It feels necessary. The walking is about getting beyond any idea about it. The walks are an offering, a prayer and a breath for the flourishing of Adi Da's Fear-No-More Zoo, and for the advancement of His Vision of Fear-No-More out into the cells and patterns of every fear-living human on this planet, which is pretty much all of us. It's something I just feel compelled to do.

Whether others walk with me, here or in other places around the world, I'll walk anyway... every month now for the rest of my life.

Years ago Adi Da told me that whatever I ended up doing he wanted it to be done to last. So I intend that this Fear-No-More Zoo and Vision last beyond my lifetime, and that it go on and grow, deepening for generations to come... and I'll walk and do other things too, to effect whatever I can to ensure Fear-No-More exists and blossoms for a long time.

I think this is the best thing I can do with my life and time... and I hope each of you will join me, each in your own way.

Another idea I got from the news today.... floating across California in a lawn chair suspended from a cluster of helium-filled party balloons...! That could be fun! I could drag a banner saying, "Fear-No-More Monkeys! "... Friends already banned me from wing-suiting!

Stuart
FNM
Gift

About 15 Years Ago

About 15 years ago Severn Suzuki, Canada, was 12.

At the United Nations Earth Summit in Rio she made a timeless speech to the gathered delegates and to the world...

"We are a group of 12 and 13 year olds trying to make a difference..."

Walking July 5th Weekend

The next Fear-No-More World WALK weekend is July 5 & 6.

Where will you be walking for a world free of fear?

I'll be walking alone here this time, but I hope others will walk in other areas. I'm planning a 6 hour walk in the Snow Mountain Wilderness at the northern end of Lake County, a beautiful and remote area.

I humbly dedicate my walk up Snow Mountain to the mountain gorillas in the war-torn Virungas, to horses and humans who are treated as merchandise and discarded when no longer useful and to all the bugs and insects we think nothing of, but who are full of wonder, mystery and intelligence far exceeding our own.

Fear-No-More,
Stuart

Land Owners Lost

Owning land was a foreign concept to the Australian Aboriginals and many other native cultures around the world. Those people saw, and in some cases still see, themselves as caretakers of a land more primary than themselves. To them it was inconceivable for a human being to own land, or to own anything, really.

Practically and spiritually these more original, nomadic, cultures were far freer than we who became land-trapped through fear and separation.

With ownership came a more serious aggression, as well as deepening segregation, intolerance and an insensitivity to the cycles and equalities of life. Ownership became viewed not as an aberration anymore but a form of status, a sign of superiority over life.

This new culture of "owners" became destroyers, of which the world today bares ample witness.

In reality, land ownership, or ownership of anything, is a mirage within our minds. The economy of ownership is a false one, for nothing can ever be owned by a human, or by any other being, and especially not the earth. Today when one single, tiny, person can presume on his own to possess 30,000 square miles of land the fantasy, one could say, has become insane.

If we are really up to the responsibility of ownership we'd hold the land as a sacred privilege rather than our right. What makes us live the way we do?

The buying and selling of land is tantamount to the trade in human slaves. That this is hard for us to feel doesn't make it not so. Real estate agents have become the approved slave traders. The Earth is stolen, bought, sold and abused like chattel. The buyers, sellers and realtors are often treated like chattel as well.

We are fully a society of "owners", and "the owned", and this won't change in a hurry. But we can become owners who are sensitive and respectful to the land, as well as to one another.

The lands we live on are sacred. So the buying and selling of land should be a sacred process.

Hidden within the title, "Real Estate Agent", there is a reference to the higher purposes of this position within society.

We need our good real estate agents to begin serving the inherently "Real E(nlightened)state" in themselves, in the traded lands, and in the buyers and sellers they work with, and for.

We should expect these real estate agents to be priests and protectors of the lands they serve, the very lands who serve them. Regardless of differing religions, or ideologies, we should all be as priests and servants of the "real state", and of the earth who is our home and who gives us life. She knows how to bring us together as a culture and equalize our differences, if we allow her...


Stuart

Dreamtime Stones

During the 1940's at an Australian Aboriginal outback reservation arrived a small group of geologists. The geologists had spent several weeks further out in the arid desert collecting rock and mineral samples. Their expedition completed, they now spent several days cataloging their findings at the reservation. The collected rocks were laid out in rows according to type, size, and quality, and the scientists began identifying and classifying them.

After a time, a group of elderly Aboriginal men came over. Upon viewing the rocks they quickly became highly disturbed and animated, crying, and wailing. Their mournful displays drew the geologists' attention who enquired about the elders' distress. The unwitting intruders were astounded by what they heard.

The Aboriginal men recognized the stones and rocks before them as individuals they personally knew. They had names for some of them. They also accurately identified the precise locations from where individual rocks had been taken. Many of these rocks were associated with precious stories and tribal myths. These rocks were keepers and guardians of the balance of life in that region, and of the peoples' sacred culture.

Viewing the stolen rocks reconnected them to their ancient lands, re-awakening their concerns for the safety of those places and for the doubtful continuation of their spiritual culture. The sacred lands where these people had lived peacefully for millennia were no longer the same. First disturbed when these tribal caretakers were forcibly removed the land was now further thrown out of balance with the theft of the rocks. The elders were inconsolable for days. Their world was destroyed.

-- Stuart Camps



Adi Da Samraj: From the magical, shamanistic point of view everything is alive. The cosmos is a living process. From the magical point of view, so-called inanimate objects are also conceived as being alive and participating in a living, magical cosmos. And this is certainly true. The more psychically awake you become, the more you are aware of the psycho-physical nature of what you call the objective world. Once you see that the world is psycho-physical in nature, you begin to appreciate the living condition of everything that arises in the field of experience -- not living, perhaps, in the sense that a chair can get up and walk out of the room, but living in a magical sense. Your association with so-called inanimate objects can go through many changes. Association with an inanimate place, even just a room, can change. There are feelings associated with it, a sense of energies, emotions, moods, influences, all kinds of factors to which you become sensitive relative to so-called inanimate things, just as you can be sensitive relative to moving and living things. . .

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