Before I open this one up — and it’s going to have to be brief, an appetizer rather than a meal, to be followed up on very soon — a quick note about our now-not-physically-with-us friend Art Pierce. He did call at least one other of his friends in the Waking Down in Mutuality network, to let him know he, Art, was going into surgery. I’m glad I wasn’t the only person he reached out to. Even so, I don’t want others of us disappearing into medical crises without the network being alerted and the protective prayers of some very great Hearts being activated.

Michael Sanborn is working on one of our mutuality websites and tells me that it might provide the kind of daily forum where many of us will naturally be going to find things out, including urgent news of this kind. I surely hope so!

I promised, re the lessons I’m taking from Art’s sudden death, to step forward and speak things I’ve been holding back and not saying, or mincing words on. Tonight — it’s one a.m. — I’m just going to say a few things quickly. I’ll come back to this theme soon. It’s central to my life now.

For a very long time I’ve been gently urging our community to make more room for the divine, spiritual, archetypal dimensions of our “divinely human” natures and identities. One of the effects of the long years of necessary “down” work has been a kind of fixation in our ordinary, even broken humanness. It tends to make precious little room for the extraordinary qualities of our true and total realities. I think it’s also a continuing reaction to the inflation and arrogance of others who’ve gone the opposite route, and to whom we’ve been exposed — gurus and masters who’ve proclaimed egolessness, proposed to be “beyond karma,” and lorded their extraordinariness over others in profoundly, sometimes abusively, disempowering ways.

So, tonight, I’ll just simply say this much: I’ve got a raging case of “Adept’s Foot.” For quite some time Linda and I have noticed that, in conditions of apparent relaxation and repose, my feet and toes start twitching, shaking, moving around. I remember Adi Da talking about how his feet were alive and so he’d often be moving his toes and feet quite a bit. And I felt that way about my feet too; never tried to do anything about it. Seemed like a natural enough symptom of, shall we say, excess embodiment. More life than the body naturally wants to stay still with.

But then I noticed it was happening in Colorado recently, at the third Integral Spiritual Center retreat, hosted by Ken Wilber. And there were times when my feet were doing their thing — which is not entirely involuntary, but it’s not easy to stop either — and, it dawned on me, “Hm, this is probably getting onto film.” (They always have four cameras going at their events!) “So whatever this little syndrome is, it’s going public….”

That kind of self-”outing” prompted me to feel and inquire into it more closely. And when I ran my feelings about it by both Linda and another person, they instantly responded with big green lights. Which encourage me, in turn, to share my interpretation with you too.

“Adept’s Foot,” for me, is an itch that has to do with my Heart-transmission, my understanding of the esoteric mystery of a truly embodied divine Self-realizer/transmitter’s feet — coming out of the ancient traditions of India, where as you may know much has always been made of the guru’s feet. I won’t try tonight to address why it’s hard to bring up such a subject in this wonderfully democratic culture of Awakeness that I have proudly spawned. But I will simply say, my adept’s feet are twitching a lot because they don’t have their own ground to stand on — or their appropriate ceremonial “footwear” for the conduction of a force of white-hot Heart-Transmission that is just all backed up in me.

What I sense it is going to take for the syndrome to be relieved is pretty big. More on all that later. And I assure you, it’s not just “about me.” It’s about all of our divinely human natures, identities, and optimal destiny-realizations and contributions. But it is also about me, quite personally.

Which leads to that other nifty little image: “Clark Kent without a phone booth.” That perhaps says a bit more about the immensity and intensity of what I feel is almost totally backed up, and backing up more all the time, in me. For better or worse, the kind of “phone booth” I need is not something I can find on a street corner downtown. It has to do with by far the greatest, most potent, and in some ways incredibly challenging even to me, revelation in my own process this year, 2007. It is the vision of sanctuary and what I see as an urgent call to divinely human community and communities. So, this too is not just about me. It’s about all of us and the whole world too, and our place and actual, material places in this world. But it also is about me, in some very personal ways.

During this 15th anniversary time of my Awakening, and 10th of the appearance of my first public publication, “Waking Down,” it’s time for me to share more about how I understand all this. Much more.

So, kindly stay tuned. And feel free to let others know that there may be some volcanic rumblings going on in the White-Hot Heart Currents blog.

Thank you for listening!