Being in the Cemetery at Two O'Clock PM

I was running in the cemetery this afternoon, was at my parents' and my mother's parents' graves a little before two P.M. I let my attention focus on my breathing, but my mind wandered to why I was there this time. It was to celebrate my humanity, my biology even, with my Collective Conscious Breath at two o'clock. Warm and slightly cloudy.  I always let my imagination take over while in that sacred spot.  I let them know why I was there, what the Collective Conscious Breath is about.  I have the idea that a significant part of their Heavens are in me, in my mind, in whatever goodness they might have instilled in me. Not only in me,but also in everyone they have loved. I included them in that breath. I could imagine the happy sounds of their breathing.  I had to remind my grandmother not to hyperventilate. I endowed the event with Holiness.  I imagine myself with the authority to do just that!

Collective Conscious Breath Event

My friend Shawn Puller had an extremely significant experiencing of a particular idea a few days ago:  The Collective Conscious Breath. You may find understanding of his inspiration at his Facebook page.  You might plan to participate; moreover you might decide to spread it around, even all over the world if you have access to contacts abroad!

What comes to my mind about the Collective Conscious Breath? The word spirit and the words respire, admire, aspire, conspire and inspire spring from the same root, what Carl Gustav Jung called the rhizome of the 1 million year old collective unconscious, which he spent most of his life making us conscious of the importance of making conscious. It is still a work in progress, both the concept and the grasping of it. 

The Collective Conscious Breath is not only a symbol; it is an actual collective activity which can spark a further process: not only an end in itself, but also a means toward the end of an animated collective loving and healthy universal mind, a Collective Spirit.

R. W. Emerson in his essay entitled Love said:

“For it is a fire that kindling its first embers in the narrow nook of a private bosom, caught from a wandering spark out of another private heart, glows and enlarges until it warms and beams upon multitudes of men and women, upon the universal heart of all, and so lights up the whole world and all nature with its generous flames.”

So, might we have other thoughts as we breathe together, maybe even sneak in another breath?  I plan to start my mindfulness of my breath a couple of minutes or longer before 2:00 pm on the 26^th of January, and treat each breath as though it is the  breath we are all anticipating! . The idea that we are breathing together will influence and morph my breathing into an interval of mindfulness meditation, which I already do on a regular basis. Even in anticipation I can enjoy this coming event, the joy of being as a part of something deeply meaningful and infinitely larger than I am, The Mysterium Tremendum of Rudolph Otto.

Even if we don’t capture the heart of everyone the first go round, word of mouth will ensure that we will before long touch the strong possibility of an all inclusive epidemic of trust, respect, goodwill, intimacy and healthy judgment.