Dadcean b’Libhoun - the vision of wholeness

The mindset of Dadcean b’Libhoun is the will to see ourselves in the context of the cosmos. It calls on us both to accept our power and to understand our insignificance. At this point in our story, it is vitally important that we learn to see that all the world is interwoven in what I call “the web that weaves”, the energetic patterns that underlie all that we know as manifest reality. It is here that magic is worked. Here we can see the patterns of energy reflected in the stars and work with the relationship between energy, thought and manifestation. Here that we come to truly understand what Blake meant by “to see the world in a grain of sand”. To see ourselves in context, as a strand in the web of life, will cure us of the arrogance that has led us to the brink of destroying our home, this little planet we live on. Like all the mindsets, Dadcean b’Libhoun calls on us to move from thought into action; to hold a vision of the whole and then find how to weave the strands in our lives in the light of that knowledge. To know our place in the great scheme of things is to serve the Divine Plan. To understand that we are like lights threaded together by a great web of connection is to take our true place in the world. By opening up ourselves to an awareness of the whole, we release ourselves from the spell-weaving of a sick culture; we realise who it is that we truly are and in the process we grow clearer about what it is we are here to do.

Mountains in Spain

Web of Life meditation

(by Joanna Macy)

Lie, stretch, relax into the floor. Letting go. Feel breath… lungs, abdomen… glide on the breath… in, out… feel how this breathing is happening, how it is not something you are deciding to do, or making yourself do… rather it is something that is happening to you, you are being breathed, life is breathing you …. As it breathes everyone in this room, everyone in this world… in and out… As life is breathing an African child, an American soldier… at this very moment… as if we were one… As you feel your breath, feel these interconnections…

All things are connected like the blood that unifies one family. Whatever befalls the earth, befalls the children of the earth. People did not weave the web of life, we are merely one strand in it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves

Chief Seattle

The oxygen ignites each cell, stirs it awake as it burns the metabolism of life. Extend your consciousness deep within to feel this energy. This energy streams out of your body, too… from your head, from your fingers, from your toes. Extend your consciousness out along these filaments of energy. Picture them, like threads of light perhaps, gossamer-thin, pulsing. They interconnect and interweave with the energies of everyone else, like a web which sustains you.

The web is made of relationships…woven of the flows and interconnections that interlace you with this universe. Experience now the great multiplicity of strands. Relationships formed by the love and work and laughter and tears you’ve shared with other beings. They extend across space, across time. They shape what you are. They sustain and give you place. Sense those filaments, lie into them.

The web sustaining you is made of stuff too, your bones and muscles, blood and skin, concocted so intricately out of the food you’ve eaten, out of grains and vegetables and fruit and meat, grown in so many and far off places. The grass and the munching jaws of the cow as she makes her milk, for butter, cheese for you. The soil that held and fed and yielded the grain for your bread, the boughs of the tree that bore the orange for your juice. The hands that ploughed and sowed and reaped, and processed. All these processes fed into you and you are them.

Back through time this web extends, mothers and fathers, our great-grandmothers and great-grandfathers, giving us our colouring and features, our tricks of wit. We can see them in our gestures, hear them in our voice. The web extends back through countless generations, through the numberless ancestors we share, all the way back to our brothers and sisters with gills and wings. For it is of star stuff evolving that we are all made in the flowing of time. We are called into being out of these flows, sustained by them, rest in them now. We are each a jewel in this vast net, where intelligence and compassion can ignite at each node. Sounds of a gull wisping across the surface of the ocean. Sights of mountains rising out of the earth, colours of the sunrise, scents of the pine, the excitement of a new idea, the melody of a favourite song.

There is pain, too, that comes in along the strand of the web, a close friend in distress, reports of an oil spill, an Iraqi woman weeping for her lost children. Do not shut them out, they inhere in the web of this space-time. Open to these sorrows, breathe them in, so that the channels may stay open for the flow of energy and life and change. If we block the pain, we block the joy out too. There is energy in the flowing of this fluid net, love that has enriched us, love that we give. Feel the caring and love that flow out from you, through you.

Open to the pulsing of the web, its murmurs, whispers, tugs. It is through that vast network that forms were shaped and intelligence arose and love, all of it. The tears and laughter shaped you, as it shaped the hawk and the deep diving trout. You are of it, even to the terror that we have unleashed now. Open to it all, unafraid, relaxed, alert. We are the universe knowing itself, like cells in the mind of God(dess).

To all your brothers and sisters we open now, in this dark time. We go now through a dark place, but we do not go alone. And we do not go without our own timeless knowledge of the dark. We come from it, it is behind our eyes. And we will look into it until the dark itself is clear, and home and we draw strength from it. Sustained in the vastness of the web…known…cradled…

Still sensing these connections we stretch now, open our eyes, slowly move to rise.

Now without breaking your concentration write about or draw an image of this experience, whichever feels right to you. Doing a meditation like this is stretches us into the greater truth within which our lives are lived, and in drawing or writing we bring back something back from the journey.

Please Call Me by My True Names

by Thich Nhat Hanh

Do not say that I’ll depart tomorrow

because even today I still arrive.

Look deeply: I arrive in every second

to be a bud on a spring branch.

to be a tiny bird, with wings still fragile,

learning to sing in my new nest,

to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,

to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.

I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,

in order to fear and to hope.

The rhythm of my heart is the birth and

death of all that are alive.

I am the mayfly metamorphosing on the surface of the river,

and I am the bird which, when spring comes, arrives in time

to eat the mayfly.

I am the frog swimming happily in the clear pond,

and I am also the grass-snake who, approaching in silence,

feeds itself on the frog.

I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones

my legs as thin as bamboo sticks,

and I am the arms merchant, selling deadly weapons

to Uganda.

I am the twelve-year old girl, refugee on a small boat,

who throws herself into the ocean

after being raped by a sea pirate,

and I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable of

seeing and loving.

I am a member of the politburo,

with plenty of power in my hands,

and I am the man who has to pay his “debt of blood”

to my people,

dying slowly in a forced labour camp.

My joy is like spring, so warm it makes flowers bloom in all

walks of life,

My pain is like a river of tears, so full it fills the four oceans,

Please call me by my true names,

so I can wake up,

and so the door of my heart can be left open,

the door of compassion.

My experience of Dadcean b’Libhoun

We have built a way of life that depends on people doing what they’re told because they don’t know how to tell themselves what to do

John Gatto

One Full Moon night in 1986, when I lived in Dwyran near Llanwen strand, I went to the beach for the full moon at about three in the morning. I went alone and lay on the beach for ages, looking up at a crystal clear, soot black sky dotted with stars with moonlight lying on the sea as a pathway to the gods. I had this powerful realisation of my utter insignificance; that I am to the suns and planets above me as a grain of sand is to me. That no matter what I have ever done, or ever do, the music of the spheres sings its endless song. That is my defining experience of seeing the whole; it came as a fleeting gift, an opening of a moment into eternity. But such wisdom once touched is always there in our hearts.

I see that we hold our destiny in our hands and if we are to pass the gift of life on to future generations, we need to find again how to tell ourselves what to do. Healing the planet is my number one priority in life. The times I’ve been happiest are the times when I can most clearly see that I’m an “effective agent of change” in a world in crisis. Dadcean b’Libhoun, a phrase I don’t even know how to say, is I believe one of the most important things we have to learn at this time.

Rukha|Clear Communication