Riantee Rand Bio:

I was born in Paris, France and my first book of poetry was published there. After traveling around the world with Redmond and Mardiah Gleeson for a year, my husband Charles and I settled in Aspen, Colorado where I began writing in English. After seven years, Charles, our two daughters and I moved to the Mendocino Coast where we lived in a cabin on an old mill site in the redwood forest. Our son was born there and I helped start a Waldorf school for children scattered in that isolated area. Eventually Charles built a house in the forest closer to Mendocino. I helped with the finishing work and did the landscaping while writing articles and short stories for local and regional publications as well as French magazines. I also participated in numerous poetry series and radio shows. My poetry and short stories appeared in poetry reviews, magazines and anthologies all over the country. Two books of poetry were published by local presses, later a book about Subud, a collection of adventure stories, and a novel about postwar France.

ABOUT MANY FACES OF SUBUD

This book is the result of the collaborative effort of three women who have been in Subud for decades. It compiles testimonies of members from all over the world, on different topics. The central feature of Subud is the latihan, or spiritual exercise, held for half an hour, two or three times a week. Through the latihan people renew their contact with the Great Life Force, becoming aware of latent powers residing in all of humankind. Subud has little doctrinal teaching except for the belief in divine power and higher centers of consciousness. The implication is that people practicing the latihan align themselves with those higher centers.

Since the beginning of the Corona virus quarantine I have been receiving messages, often in answer to my questions, I believed were from the Corona entity, but it could simply be from my inner voice. It kept me from having any fear, worries or preoccupations of any kind, in a very serene and surrendered place. I am able to live in the moment, accepting what is.

We always have a choice: Love of Fear.

Crowned with Corona

Corona wakes me up every morning
and crowns my head with many jewels,
each day, each hour, each moment a new one
like mirrors to reflect myself on,
count my blessings,
yes, my blessings
when fear invites the worst possibilities,
Corona always gives me a choice.

At this instant
it could be heaven on earth,
heaven being the place where everything fits,
where there are no mistakes,
or hell on earth
where nothing fits and everything is fearful projection.
Guess what I choose?

Do I know what it means to totally fit?
I have known the feeling when the constant flow of life
pass through all things, penetrating each
and moving on,
weaving forms on the beat of infinite creation,
following the rhythm of the eternal breath,
informed by spirit,
creating new shapes and experiences for my enjoyment,
the entertainment of the divine.

Do I know what it means when everything fits?
I have been to that place with no interstices between things,
not the slightest margin of delineation,
all perfectly merged into the whole,
and still little me, a body-mind, dancing,
receiving and giving, kicking and wiggling
to tickle creation into laughter.
Just like a giggle that passes through me
and initiates the big cosmic laughter
which joins us all in mirth.

The moment I open my eyes Corona calls me to manifestation,
my seeing births things, my breathing matures them,
and each small detail of every instant takes a voice;
a tiny voice in every tree, every leaf, every flower,
in every cup or spoon, every ladle, every pot or pan,
every step, every move calls me to creation.
I have so much time!
All the time in the world. . . and more. . . No rush!
Anything that needs to be born
will come to me in due time,
at the perfect place.
I have to do nothing but allow revelation
to extend knowledge,
and knowledge is where everything fits!