5 May 1970 – when the Seed sprouted

Two weeks before May 5, 1982, I learned how to meditate (really meditate, in thoughtless awareness, feeling the benevolent effects of my very own kundalini energy in me). Now Sahaja Yoga is celebrating 50 years of establishing global transformation, from a time when meditation was viewed as an esoteric hobby, to the present when it’s recommended worldwide by health experts for its universal balancing and integrative effects.
How time flies. Today it’s been half-a-century since that crucial sprouting that’s since risen into this majestic tree. Then, for me, it was still a 12-year-old sapling that has gradually lifted me into reality.
It’s so peaceful and fulfilling up here. Thank You, Shri Mataji, and everyone that has dedicated their lives to establishing this essential metamorphosis. πŸ¦‹πŸŒ³

https://shrimataji.org

the true Thanksgiving Day: Earth Day 2020

Thanks Mom (Mom Earth)Β πŸŒ³πŸ’—πŸŒŽ

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human instinct – Benevolence

SELF-ISOLATION/RECREATION, DAY 5

β€œWhen the going gets tough,Β the tough get going!”

(the wife will find plenty for me to do at home!)

interview of an old Canadian pioneer sahaja yogi

MEDITATE TO REGENERATE ☺️

Christmas Concert Vienna, 2019 β€” grand finale

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my birthday djembe!

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New Year. New Decade. New Age?

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Dear Friend!

We’re about to enter the decade that history books will remember as the one that ushered in the END OF KALI YUGA, the Age of Darkness.
As we find ourselves moving more and more beyond dualityΒ we will soon discover all the precious treasures in ourselves and others.
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So, HO-HO-HO! HOLD on to your hat and enjoy the sleigh ride πŸ›·
HAPPY NEW AGE! 😁 (Optimism is contagious πŸ˜‰)
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Lots of loveπŸ’—
Edward and Brigitte
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Year 2020 will be the last one of the age of materialism…

βœ¨β€œThe biggest and grandest alignment comes on December 21, 2020 when Jupiter joins Saturn in what’s referred to as the great conjunction. β€œβœ¨

βœ¨β€œThese grand conjunctions come every 20 years, but this meeting has extra gravitas. It marks the end of a 200-year cycle of unions in earth signs that’s brought the age of materialism, banking, capitalism and corporations.β€βœ¨

βœ¨β€œDecember 2020 kicks off a new 200-year cycle of unions in air signs. What that will bring isn’t entirely clear yet, but early indications are that thought, philosophy and truth will prevail. This is going to be a big shift.β€βœ¨

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human angels and the new Dawn

Here in the twenty-first century, moving amongst us are personages of past renown marked now not by outstanding appearance or popular appreciation, but by the inner treasures they radiate: universal benevolence and the germinating power of enlightenment.
A Sunrise approaches that will reveal all the sublime glory of life β€” not on any media display, but in the hearts of human beings.
Look within. That precious hour is upon us.

~Edward Saugstad

“We are indeed larvae, eating our way through Earth’s resources in a mindless, caterpillar fashion, but I believe that the imago is already beginning to stir within. When the ‘climate’ is right, it will break out not as some sort of super computer but as an organic being [collective consciousness] that will embody all of the Supernature and look back on technology as a childhood toy.”

~Lyall Watson

rising like a phoenix from childhood trauma: The King’s Speech

Unlike the highly acclaimed new Joker movie, The King’s Speech depicts the struggle from childhood trauma up into the noble realms of bravery, compassion and liberation. (With 12 Oscar nominations, it is among the most nominated films of all time.) Decadent Gotham City and megalomanic Nazi Germany rise up darkly as universal threats to the shattered child, as does the wanton destruction of our biosphere and essential moral integrity today.
As a victim of deep childhood trauma that has taken decades for me to transcend, I find it tremendously compelling and inspiring. How many of us can indeed be born again like a phoenix from the ashes of our past?

 

the magnetic North Pole is moving to Mount Kailash!

our open house/studio!

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drop by for a visit!

 

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surviving the storm!

an Austrian-Italian wedding!

NON-

STOP

FUN!

sunshine, beauty and friends!

when the Italians get dancing!

Traun Lake!

the Canadian Ice Cream Inspector hard at work!

what we happened to get as the last available hotel room in the whole area – the one guarded by ancient asian angels!

the romantic Spitz Villa in Traunkirchen

homestead upgrades

New photovoltaic sun energy system:

https://www.facebook.com/edward.saugstad/media_set?set=a.10156583248401545&type=3

and, new larch steps to the creek:

https://www.facebook.com/edward.saugstad/media_set?set=a.10156583277136545&type=3

 

(Going up fast – looks like it’ll get above 2000 watts electricity production this morning! ⚑️Ω)

Sir Ed Word Designs Amazon t-shirts

In case you ever wondered if it would be possible to enjoy Brigitte Saugstad‘s beautiful statues wherever you go:
Now you can!
If you live in the USA or Europe, just visit one of the three following Amazon addresses that go to:

Sir Ed Word Designs

Pick your size and colour, and order away πŸ˜ƒ

(new designs will be uploaded often!)

β€”for U.K. and Europe:
https://www.amazon.co.uk/s…

β€”for Germany and Austria
https://www.amazon.de/s…

β€”for the U.S.A:
(ignore the two irrelevant books on this page!)

https://www.amazon.com/s…

 

“Happy Easter!”

Behind every single resurrection there smiles the same power: Love
β€” may all your inner-upgrades be subtle and everlasting!

http://www.brigittesaugstad.com

Prime Minister Atkinson – 2019

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Rowan, do us all an unforgettable favour and run for the office of prime minister of the UK
(and, for God’s sake, win β€” PLEASE WIN!)

Truth is stranger than fiction!:

We’re briefly interrupting global corruption for some good will and valuable comedy entertainment πŸ˜‰

https://www.bbc.com/news/world-europe-48007487?fbclid=IwAR3mNyoPg_KklB-WIEQFmEjOIcUgcreithMqyERQ90_M6dNRztvloM4oq8M

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“Happy Springtime 2019!”

http://www.brigittesaugstad.com

winter’s last rain

all things green sprout suddenly after the last winter rain, here on the threshold to Narnia …

40 Year Challenge

(on my birthday, today)

β€˜Sir Ed Word’ with his Self-realisation 2019

β€˜Ed the Head’ with his elf-realisation 1979

(I survived the β€˜60s, the ’70s, the β€˜80s, the ’90s, the β€˜00s and β€” so far β€” the 2000-teens!)

the Art of Birthdaying!

Brigitte Saugstad exhibiting at the annual ArtInnsbruck art fair, 16-20 January 2019

MORE PHOTOS AT:

https://www.facebook.com/edward.saugstad/media_set?set=a.10156147997386545&type=3

 

inner-most-child

🌺 each of us has a happy baby elephant inside 🌺

(Everything Is Not About ME!)

2019: the year of Inner Peace

“Happy New Year!”

(meditate to regenerate)

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Like millions of dew drops, each perfectly reflecting the morning sun, may every cell inside me naturally reflect the Heart of God.

I will no longer be divided from Her by my two arbitrary balloons of ego and conditionings.

Her promise to me is healing equilibrium and eternal Union.

Unconditionally do I accept my destiny divine.

Mother …

or here:

http://edsaugstad.com/VIDEO-files/the-cool-breeze-and-forgiveness-from-The-Shack.mp4

Neil Young, Van Morrison, thoughtless awareness and the cool breeze

Everything we’ve generally accepted about human beings is quickly changing. As soon as we discover that we are much larger and more precious than our familiar shells, all the Game rules change. Our limited perception is expanding out into beautiful reality. This is what it’s all been leading up to.

More about the mysterious, enlightening ‘cool breeze’ appearing in our modern culture, and forgiveness that enables ‘thoughtless awareness’:

or here:

http://edsaugstad.com/VIDEO-files/the-cool-breeze-and-forgiveness-from-The-Shack.mp4

Sarayu = Wind: The name is the feminine derivative of the Sanskrit root ΰ€Έΰ€°ΰ₯ sar “to flow”; as a masculine stem, sarΓ‘yu- means “air, wind”, i.e. “that which is streaming”.

 

 

https://www.sciencealert.com/yoga-and-meditation-in-the-us-are-totally-exploding-right-now

“Wishing you and yours a great, memorable Christmas time!”

lots of love, Ed

Brigitte Saugstad TV interviews – autumn 2018

(MORE OF MY WIFE’S BEAUTIFUL ARTWORKS IN TV ☺️ )

 

I Left My Heart In the Centre of the World

β€œHappy Diwali 2018!”
Festival of Light
πŸŒžπŸ’—πŸŒžπŸ’—πŸŒžπŸ’—πŸŒž
(benevolent grace in Greece)

If the ancient waters and coastlines could speak, what amazing tales they could tell us!

Have you ever spontaneously flown somewhere, not knowing what to expect but feeling a rare thrill rising in your heart? When my wife first heard that many of our friends were booked to fly to Greece to celebrate Diwali, the Hindu Festival of Light, she took out her smart-phone and booked two seats for us.

I’d never been down to that fabled peninsula in the Mediterranean Sea, but my first impression was similar to that of India, an ancient world that I’ve had the privilege of visiting many times. This initial intuition that began when my wife came home and announced that we would soon be going there, was boosted when we eventually boarded an airliner half full of laughing, singing, childlike Indian women, all of whom had also strongly felt the calling.

My first impressions there were that everything was familiar. It was easy to get around in, like any other Western country. The freeways were almost empty and everyone seemed to drive slowly, which was very relaxingΒ  (although it did occur to Brigitte and me that maybe due to the economic hardships the locals are experiencing, not many can afford to speed, or even to drive). Then a massive wall of dark grey-purple cloud rose up and washed the landscape clean with a brief rain. We found it to be a significant welcome for all the pilgrims showing up that weekend, and I was reminded of the ancient demigods who were believed to inhabit this land in prehistory. (Human beings, in particular one or two β€˜poets’, long ago wrote perverted interpretations of these titans’ lives on Earth, lowering them to the level of incest and murder, ideas unfortunately still generally accepted today.)

My wife’s favourite thing in life is to wake up early near a beach and go for a long walk and foot-soak there. We were sheltered near the scenic end of a bay, and because it was outside of the busy summer season, there was hardly anyone around. In Greece, even the stray dogs and cats seem at peace as they stretch out beside strangers and give the impression of being completely fulfilled (when actually they’re cleverly making friends to get something to eat!). Every morning our hearts would stretch out to the distant islands and mysterious waters so our souls could consume the vast beauty and deep history around us. We attended colourful Diwali functions, enjoyed ourselves immensely with many new and old friends, and even ascended the ancient inland hills to the Centre of the World, the Navel of Creation! (Weeks later, Brigitte hasn’t lost the inspiring heart-boost that she still rides on daily.)

They say that Zeus, king of the demigods, in order to determine the centre of the world, sent two great eagles flying, one from each extreme, east and west. They met in the place that was later named Delphi. A most magical place! I really felt like I was back in India where everything began thousands of years ago, not in young Europe any more. There’s even a natural free-standing stone in the original centre of the sacred grounds, recognizable as the Hindu child-god, Ganesha, emitting amazing vibrations (light and cool).

All two-hundred-and-fifty of us felt light and joyous, many reminded of the old tours of central India that we used to go on in the nineteen-eighties. In contrast to the great subtle significance of this location, Brigitte pointed out that the manmade history was just full of ego. Pompous conquerers would display statues of their officers there to show the gods and all the world how very important they were. Even down in the so-called civilized nation-state of Athens, such a great, benevolent genius (I would go so far as to say divine messenger) like Socrates was killed by men-on-ego. And here we are, thousands of years later, repeating the same patterns in our heads, hearts and actions.

Descending back down to the twenty-first century at the end of the day, I remembered how, as a twelve-year-old child in Canada in 1970, I had suddenly been overwhelmed to write a long Social Studies essay on the Greek gods, accompanied by a hand-drawn wall mural; and in Art class I passionately attempted to carve a plaster-of-Paris bust of Socrates. I didn’t know what overcame me at that time, but now I guess it was personal insight into a higher realm of existence. Forty-eight years later I’ve breathed those essential airs and walked upon the very roots of legend that send the restless mind up into soothing meditation.

If you’ve never been to Greece, go there soon β€” with an open mind and heart.

Best wishes (pure desires),
Ed

Delphi:
The eternal watch of Pallas Athena

Ed initializes time warp
“Beam us up!”

One eagle from the West …

… and one from the East

Ganesha!

 

“HAPPY DIWALI!”
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more photos here:

https://www.facebook.com/edward.saugstad/media_set?set=a.10156077110191545&type=3

what i’ve benefited the most from most of my life …

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(… almost 37 years now)

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endearing

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β€œI discovered now why I’ve always been so easily moved to tears, witnessing human emotions in songs and movies:
I catch a glimpse of all the diverse human beings,
like beloved children of a common Mother,
and how universally sweet they can sometimes be,
struggling through life’s hardships.”
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awaiting the dawn of music

My existence has been a silent song

awaiting the dawn of music πŸ¦‹πŸŽΆ

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William Blake 1757-1827

πŸ•―πŸ•―πŸ•―πŸ•―πŸ•―πŸ•―πŸ•―πŸ•―πŸ•―πŸ•―πŸ•―πŸ•―πŸ•―πŸ•―πŸ•―

William Blake

πŸ•―πŸ•―πŸ•―πŸ•―πŸ•―πŸ•―πŸ•―πŸ•―πŸ•―πŸ•―πŸ•―πŸ•―πŸ•―πŸ•―πŸ•―

improv in the ancient Italian valley

Life is a journey

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Long, long ago in Canada, when I, as a small child, was hiding in my bedroom listening to the drunken fights of my parents; or, at fifteen, hurrying terrified through a dark suburban neighbourhood seeking rescue as my first massive dose of LSD ripped through my brain; or, as a young adult, begging for coins on a city street or curled up on the concrete under newspapers, trying to catch glimpses of my unreachable dreams,

I could never have suspected that I would someday be enjoying a good book in the living room of my homestead on the other side of the world, loved and respected and at peace with my soul and the universe.

It all comes from within us, every bountiful drop of life manifesting.

Seek the silence of the present moment whence abundance springs.

Union is the key to the front door.

 

Life is a journey.
Step out of the pain shadows into the comforting light
And always carry your true home in that beautiful heart of yours.

 

Victoria:
‘We were reminiscing about Cabella. Our daughter Joy said “For us children, Uncle Eddie was King” and “When I grow up I’m going to follow his tradition of making all the children happy.” Then she told us about the coins you used to bury in the sandpit and how they found enough to buy an ice cream, and other lovely stories and memories.’

Ed Saugstad TV interview and garden-party

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In which Sir Ed Word appears on local television

… and the Party commences!

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what goes on in the head of Ed? -1

https://www.amazon.com/Oakee-Doakee-Hate-Edward-Saugstad/dp/0955150361/ref=sr_1_7?ie=UTF8&qid=1526822119&sr=8-7&keywords=edward+saugstad

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I have become the hollow drum

36 years ago today I crossed an essential threshold and embarked on an epic journey …

into enlightenment.

Almost every day since the 20th of April, 1982, I’ve been able to attain clarity, and briefly glimpse blissful Reality through the instrument of my central nervous system, and the state of thoughtless awareness.

The upward spiral unfolds, with wonderful surprises arising just around every curve.

More than anything else, I wish this for you.

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(for full-size headphones or bass intense speaker system!)

In separation have I suffered long,
But now am glorified in the eternal bliss of Union.

And from my core,
That once was small,
The sound of Light
Expands to all.

Never will I shrink again
Into a ball of doubt and pain.
Forever forth, in inner sky,
I spread my wings and upward fly.

All Life pulsates within my breast.

I have become
The hollow drum.

~Ed Saugstad
20 April 2018

 

 

β€”special thanks to Linda Dzus (wife of one of my old best buddies, Doug) who took this amazing photo in their neighbourhood on Mayne Island, British Columbia, the oasis that I briefly took refuge in after attaining self-realisation, 36 years agoβ€”

“Happy Easter 2018!”

“Happy Springtime!”
“Happy Easter!”
lots of love,
e&b

πŸ’
(welcome back from the winter sleep)

http://brigittesaugstad.com

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inner peace

my tirelessly creative wife!

1970 and 2018 TV interviews

inner peace, inner springtime

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🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷

Mother

I met an elderly woman some years ago who told me this story. It reminded me of a similar experience that I once had. Here I share her memory with you:

“For several years following my divorce in the 1980’s I had fallen into a state of total exhaustion and acute mental and physical anguish, but one morning I woke with a strange premonition that something good would happen. I had an immense desire to go to Chartres Cathedral to see the Virgin Mary there.
In the cathedral I prayed before the statue of the Virgin. Immediately I smelled a very strong rose perfume. It was so intense that I turned around to see where it was coming from. I walked around the cathedral and the scent followed me around the whole building. As I left and stood in the open air in the square by the entrance, the scent was still there. A few yards away from where I was standing I could see an Indian lady wearing a white sari getting out of a car. She looked at me and smiled, and I felt attracted to Her. Suddenly my head emptied of all thought and I could only see this lady, as though nothing else was there. She was still smiling at me. I approached and felt an explosion of joy within myself, since I already knew somehow that this lady was very great, and this was what I had been waiting for. I could not move away now.
‘Why don’t you join us?’ someone suggested. I followed the little party into the cathedral. As we walked, I felt a pleasant tingling sensation rising from my feet, through my legs and throughout my body. I had a feeling in my heart which I can only describe as expansion or fulfilment. The rest of that day was spent in joy and bliss and, from then on, my sickness and depression simply disappeared.”

Shri Mataji

21 March 1923 ~ 23 February 2011

http://shrimataji.org

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keeping it all real

I was born an optimist.

Despite the chaos of alcoholism, I survived childhood.
At the age of twelve I wrote an emotional essay on the insanity of war
that raised many eyebrows, but echoed away into silence,
ineffective.
With sixteen I enthusiastically came across the theories of meditation
and the age of enlightenment, only to be mislead by
imposters.
But my desire was pure, and the light that I came to believe might just be imagined,
turned out to be real and all-pervading.
Despite the fruitless jungle of youth, with its years of aimless wanderings under the influence of narcotics, I stumbled out into adulthood, and, step by step,
made my way up the mountain
β€” thanks to our fourth, natural (and now thriving) state:
thoughtless awareness.

Here, on the brink of universal change, when darkness takes its last stand, I am firmly rooted in the belief that each of us carries the seed of the highest ideal in us, about to sprout, or already stretching out its magnificent boughs.
We need to nurture that.

We are not these shells.

I have felt, again and again, the immensity of who we are.

The time has come to shine.

Optimistically yours,
Ed Saugstad

 

World Peace …

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… will naturally follow World Innocence

 

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there and back again β€” a canadian’s tale …

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Well, I’m finally home. It’s great to be back!

No more adventures for me …
unless …

‘The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say’….

http://SirEdWord.com

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where our heads are headin’

part-and-parcel-of-the-party!

πŸ€“πŸ˜πŸ€­πŸ˜ƒπŸ˜šπŸ€—πŸ˜³πŸ˜‹πŸ˜πŸ€ͺπŸ™ƒ

the only way to become truly great …

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… is to be truly grateful

 

hOMe is where your OM is

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to GIF or not to GIF?…

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Good citizens: kick out corruption from high places β€” and score big time!

(oh, no! Ed just figured out how to quickly make GIF files from video clips via Final Cut Pro and Photoshop! 😳)

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