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 ๐Ÿ˜ƒ

(new designs will be uploaded often!)

โ€”for U.K. and Europe:

DANCE AS THOUGH

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07P5ZJZ5K

I CAN DANCE

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07P16KS86

HUG ME

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07P7W7VXM

DANCE WITH ME

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07PG92H2S

DANCE DANCE WHEREVER YOU MAY BE

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07PM8YR9L

I LOVE SUMMERTIME

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07PPK2TQX

I LOVE MY CRAZY FRIENDS

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07PPXZX5W

ALL OF US HIDE A HERO INSIDE

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07PS6VDL2

(gold sitting Ganesha front/back)

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07PR7M2P6

CHILL

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07PNZ2RWK

(red-white large sitting Ganesha)

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07NRVQV4W

(white standing Hanuman)

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07Q47QL8P

(white looking up dancing Ganesha)

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07Q4GF693

โ€”for the U.S.A:

DANCE AS THOUGH

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07P23LKL4

I CAN DANCE

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07P9WBYJ1

HUG ME

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07PB1L9FN

DANCE WITH ME

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07P9DK54T

DANCE DANCE WHEREVER YOU MAY BE

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07PGBPKTL

I LOVE SUMMERTIME

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07PSVF8QM

I LOVE MY CRAZY FRIENDS

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07PPXYH7J

ALL OF US HIDE A HERO INSIDE

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07PR25RL1

(gold sitting Ganesha front/back)

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07PN1521L

CHILL

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07PSF54HK

(red-white large sitting Ganesha)

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07NRVQLG2

(white standing Hanuman)

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07Q6HCGY2

(white looking up dancing Ganesha)

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07Q4FZF6W

โ€”for Germany and Austria

TANZ ALS OB

https://www.amazon.de/dp/B07NX9CPF4

ICH KANN TANZEN

https://www.amazon.de/dp/B07NYBJCHS

UMARME MICH

https://www.amazon.de/dp/B07PSPVJTM

TANZ MIT MIR

https://www.amazon.de/dp/B07PG91SXM

(DANCE DANCE -wordless)

https://www.amazon.de/dp/B07PN78YS1

I LIEBE SOMMER

https://www.amazon.de/dp/B07PSVT25L

I LIEBE MEINE LUSTIGEN FREUNDINNEN

https://www.amazon.de/dp/B07PR2F43N

HELD

https://www.amazon.de/dp/B07PMTMBQG

(gold sitting Ganesha front/back)

https://www.amazon.de/dp/B07PN15SKY

CHILL

https://www.amazon.de/dp/B07PR845BJ

(red-white large sitting Ganesha)

https://www.amazon.de/dp/B07PZFB5BF

(white standing Hanuman)

https://www.amazon.de/dp/B07Q47RQXY

(white looking up dancing Ganesha)

https://www.amazon.de/dp/B07Q8VRCVF

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“Happy Easter!”

Behind every single resurrection there smiles the same power: Love
โ€” 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 โ€” PLEASE WIN!)

Truth is stranger than fiction!:

Weโ€™re briefly interrupting global corruption for some good will and valuable comedy entertainment ๐Ÿ˜‰

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)

โ€˜Sir Ed Wordโ€™ with his Self-realisation 2019

โ€˜Ed the Headโ€™ with his elf-realisation 1979

(I survived the โ€˜60s, the โ€™70s, the โ€˜80s, the โ€™90s, the โ€˜00s and โ€” so far โ€” 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

๐ŸŒบ each of us has a happy baby elephant inside ๐ŸŒบ

(Everything Is Not About ME!)

2019: the year of Inner Peace

“Happy New Year!”

(meditate to regenerate)

๐ŸŒน๐Ÿ€๐ŸŒน๐Ÿ€๐ŸŒน๐Ÿ€๐ŸŒน

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 เคธเคฐเฅ sar “to flow”; as a masculine stem, sarรกyu- 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 โ˜บ๏ธย )

 

I Left My Heart In the Centre of the World

โ€œHappy Diwali 2018!โ€
Festival of Light
๐ŸŒž๐Ÿ’—๐ŸŒž๐Ÿ’—๐ŸŒž๐Ÿ’—๐ŸŒž
(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.

Iโ€™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 Iโ€™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 relaxingย  (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 โ€˜poetsโ€™, long ago wrote perverted interpretations of these titansโ€™ lives on Earth, lowering them to the level of incest and murder, ideas unfortunately still generally accepted today.)

My wifeโ€™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 theyโ€™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 hasnโ€™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. Thereโ€™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 didnโ€™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 Iโ€™ve breathed those essential airs and walked upon the very roots of legend that send the restless mind up into soothing meditation.

If youโ€™ve never been to Greece, go there soon โ€” 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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โ€œI discovered now why Iโ€™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 lifeโ€™s hardships.โ€
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awaiting the dawn of music

My existence has been a silent song

awaiting the dawn of music ๐Ÿฆ‹๐ŸŽถ

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William Blake 1757-1827

๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ•ฏ

William Blake

๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ•ฏ

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

 

 

โ€”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 agoโ€”

“Happy Easter 2018!”

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

๐Ÿ’
(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

๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท

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๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท

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
โ€” 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 โ€” 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!

๐Ÿค“๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜š๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿคช๐Ÿ™ƒ

the only way to become truly great …

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… is to be truly grateful

 

hOMe is where your OM is

๐Ÿ•‰๐Ÿ˜ƒโ˜ฏ๏ธ

to GIF or not to GIF?…

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Good citizens: kick out corruption from high places โ€” 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! ๐Ÿ˜ณ)

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“HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!”

It’s a new year???
Oh! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

Merry Christmas! (the Evolution of Eddie)

I was born into the realm of the Wild West when Elvis was king, at the height of social freedoms which were slipping steadily down into the mists of abandon. Unlimited alcohol and tobacco consumption were a household norm for many families, with few or no suspicions about their ill effects โ€” gross and subtle.

My first eight years took me along an often bumpy road, with the scary shadows of evermore chaos lurking just around the next bend. But there was also love. I grew up with some delightfully humorous and caring souls. My best memories still shine from those joyous occasions when we, once a year, exchanged presents, had fun together, and temporarily forgot all our fears and worries: Christmas Days!

Just before my eighth Christmas in 1965, my Dad returned home, sober, after a four year absence. From that time on, everything seemed to get more prosperous and abundant โ€” including the number of siblings. Within another three years we would be eight brothers and sisters celebrating at home together!
I was then blessed to live through a period of wealth and wellbeing that most children in the world will never know. Looking back at my long climb as a human being, I recognize how very lucky Iโ€™ve been this time around.

May the liberating Innocence, that we call Luck, fill the hearts of good people, everywhere.

Wishing you and yours Love and Light at this special time,
your friend in this abundant moment,
Ed

(We were, oldest to youngest: Dad, Mom, Darlene, Cheryl, Rick, Ed, Glenn, David, Allan and Don. Christmases were also celebrated at Nana and Grandpaโ€™s place, Momโ€™s Finnish parents. Almost half-a-century later we would be three more, Tia, Karen and Cliff, senior siblings divided from us by Dad’s first divorce.)

https://www.facebook.com/edward.saugstad/media_set?set=a.10155257909416545.1073741890.583641544&type=3

Darlene, Eddie, Rick and Cheryl

Darlene, Eddie, Rick and Cheryl

Rick, Eddie, Darlene, Grandpa, Glenn and Cheryl

David and Glenn, Darlene, Rick, Cheryl and Eddie

Darlene, Eddie, Rick, Glenn and Cheryl

Rick, Mom, Nana, Glenn, Eddie, Darlene and Cheryl, Grandpa and David

Rick, Cheryl, Eddie, Glenn, Darlene and David

Eddie’s haircut, May 1965
(a month before the end of grade one, and still half a year before that special Christmas that marked the end of Dad’s long drunken absence)

Glenn, David and Eddie

Darlene, Mom, Cheryl, Rick, Eddie, Glenn and David

David, Glenn and Eddie

Cheryl and Darlene, Glenn, Eddie, Rick and David

Darlene, Rick and Cheryl (the ‘Big Kids’) and Eddie, Glenn and David (the ‘Little Kids’)

Cheryl, Glenn and David

Darlene, Mom and Dad, Eddie, Nana, Rick, Cheryl, David and Glenn

Eddie, Rick, Darlene, Dad, Allan, Mom, Cheryl, Glenn and David

Eddie, Rick, Darlene, Dad, Allan, Mom, Cheryl, Glenn and David

Rick, Allan, Mom and Nana

Allan and Cheryl

Glenn, David and Eddie

Allan, Glenn, Eddie, Don and David

Darlene, Dad, Eddie, Don and Rick

Rick, Cheryl, Darlene and Eddie, Dad with David, Mom with Don, Allan and Glenn

Glenn, Eddie, David, Allan and little Don

FUN CHAOS!

Eddie (Ed the Head) and Don

Allan, Glenn, Ed and Don

๐ŸŽ„Merry Christmas!๐ŸŽ (the Evolution of Eddie)

I was born into the realm of the Wild West when Elvis was king, at the height of social freedoms which were slipping steadily down into the mists of abandon. Unlimited alcohol and tobacco consumption were a household norm for many families, with few or no suspicions about their ill effects โ€” gross and subtle.

My first eight years took me along an often bumpy road, with the scary shadows of evermore chaos lurking just around the next bend. But there was also love. I grew up with some delightfully humorous and caring souls. My best memories still shine from those joyous occasions when we, once a year, exchanged presents, had fun together, and temporarily forgot all our fears and worries: Christmas Days!

Just before my eighth Christmas in 1965, my Dad returned home, sober, after a four year absence. From that time on, everything seemed to get more prosperous and abundant โ€” including the number of siblings. Within another three years we would be eight brothers and sisters celebrating at home together!
I was then blessed to live through a period of wealth and wellbeing that most children in the world will never know. Looking back at my long climb as a human being, I recognize how very lucky Iโ€™ve been this time around.

May the liberating Innocence, that we call Luck, fill the hearts of good people, everywhere.

Wishing you and yours Love and Light at this special time,
your friend in this abundant moment,
Ed

(We were, oldest to youngest: Dad, Mom, Darlene, Cheryl, Rick, Ed, Glenn, David, Allan and Don. Christmases were also celebrated at Nana and Grandpaโ€™s place, Momโ€™s Finnish parents. Almost half-a-century later we would be three more, Tia, Karen and Cliff, senior siblings divided from us by Dad’s first divorce.)

https://www.facebook.com/edward.saugstad/media_set?set=a.10155257909416545.1073741890.583641544&type=3

Darlene, Eddie, Rick and Cheryl

Darlene, Eddie, Rick and Cheryl

Rick, Eddie, Darlene, Grandpa, Glenn and Cheryl

David and Glenn, Darlene, Rick, Cheryl and Eddie

Darlene, Eddie, Rick, Glenn and Cheryl

Rick, Mom, Nana, Glenn, Eddie, Darlene and Cheryl, Grandpa and David

Rick, Cheryl, Eddie, Glenn, Darlene and David

Eddie’s haircut, May 1965
(a month before the end of grade one, and still half a year before that special Christmas that marked the end of Dad’s long drunken absence)

Glenn, David and Eddie

Darlene, Mom, Cheryl, Rick, Eddie, Glenn and David

David, Glenn and Eddie

Cheryl and Darlene, Glenn, Eddie, Rick and David

Darlene, Rick and Cheryl (the ‘Big Kids’) and Eddie, Glenn and David (the ‘Little Kids’)

Cheryl, Glenn and David

Darlene, Mom and Dad, Eddie, Nana, Rick, Cheryl, David and Glenn

Eddie, Rick, Darlene, Dad, Allan, Mom, Cheryl, Glenn and David

Eddie, Rick, Darlene, Dad, Allan, Mom, Cheryl, Glenn and David

Rick, Allan, Mom and Nana

Allan and Cheryl

Glenn, David and Eddie

Allan, Glenn, Eddie, Don and David

Darlene, Dad, Eddie, Don and Rick

Rick, Cheryl, Darlene and Eddie, Dad with David, Mom with Don, Allan and Glenn

Glenn, Eddie, David, Allan and little Don

FUN CHAOS!

Eddie (Ed the Head) and Don

Allan, Glenn, Ed and Don

I Believe in Love

LOVE: the only reason the Human Race still exists

the War against Innocence

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Innocence is not the absence of something. Innocence is an essential and powerful state and energy. We have learned to split atoms and now live in terror of that. When will human beings learn to live in balance, without going to harmful extremes, destroying that which is precious and fundamental to thriving life?

Civilizations have collapsed before our time, due to rampant corruption of sustaining values. The clock is ticking once again …

Photo taken in Peru when 30,000 people marched to protest about sexual theory content in schools. The abusive material was subsequently removed from classrooms.

‘There were between 20 million and 36 million slaves around the world in 2015,
including 5.5 million children.’ (!)

https://www.thesun.co.uk/archives/news/175171/trafficking-capital-where-thousands-of-children-are-trained-as-sex-slaves/

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Hope:

http://www.innerpeaceday.org/en/

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liberation, simply and naturally achieved

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http://coolcheck.org

the affirmation

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“I live in a state

of absolute, unconditional

Forgiveness”

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becoming truly cool

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the actual 21st century trend:
Deeper/Higher/Subtler/Empowered
is Cooler

http://freemeditation.com/

take time to WONDER

 

don’t panic …

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… our world is just a kitten playing with a ballย 

๐ŸŒŽ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿ’ญ

free online (real) meditation

… In Sahaja meditation, there is no deliberate effort to โ€œconcentrate,โ€ and certainly, you do not need to focus your attention on a specific object. In fact, the goal is to avoid concentration or mental activity altogether. Thereโ€™s no need to be mindful of or engage with your thoughts and feelings while meditating.

In fact, you wonโ€™t want to. Engaging your mind in such mental noise will only drag your attention back down to the first floor โ€” that mental plane โ€” rather than remaining in the state of thoughtless awareness.ย Thoughtless awareness is not simply a thought vacuum or state of thoughtless emptiness on the mental plane. It is a whole new dimension of awareness, higher awareness that is difficult to describe to someone who has not yet experienced it. We cannot fully conceive of its depth or describe it with language weโ€™re accustomed to using on the ordinary mental plane.

https://sahajaonline.com/science-health/self-improvement-traits-abilities/mindfulness/mindfulness-sahaja-is-sahaja-mindfulness-meditation/

 

by Marc Andeya-Trefny

me in my most magical year, 1982!

“Happy Diwali 2017!”

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“Happy Diwali 2017!”
may collective consciousness rise and shine

(and don’t fear ogres โ€” they may turn out to be your friends or relations!)

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from chapter fifteen, OAKEE DOAKEEโ€”RAMAYANA


He started feeling again like he was in some kind of fairy tale, where good was setting out to defeat evil. The furry edges of all the bustling silhouettes started glowing in the increasing light of a fierce bonfire as they neared their destination. The air was filled with the sounds of stomping feet in sand, grunts and panting, powerful ocean waves, the crackling of a huge fire, and the distant cawing of many crow-type birds. All the animal, jungle and beach smells were stunningly wild. The sky was almost dark overhead, where billions of watching stars had begun to twinkle. It was a night that would forever stretch, with its colorful events from the roots of history, up into the minds of the human race throughout all generations to come.

http://amazon.com/author/sir-ed-word

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from chapter ten, OAKEE DOAKEEโ€”RAMAYANA

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โ€œHumanity presently finds itself in a state of important change โ€” from its primitive, aggressive beginnings to a more loving, advanced expression of life. To do this, we must use a balance of force and self-sacrificing kindness to expel the brutal darkness in us, replacing it with the light of subtle, loving boundaries and interactions that make our lives together more blissful and spiritually productive.โ€

As he tucked each of them in like a loving grandfather, he touched them gently on top of their heads with his big hand. Oakee felt the spiritual, motherly energy that he often became aware of, rising now strongly up the center of his body and out of the top of his head like a river of soothing coolness. Then he slept.

http://amazon.com/author/sir-ed-word

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