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16 May 2012 - 3:03pm
Hey there dearest Lighty friends,
For those Aussie members, you are all probably aware that we are on the verge of a potential all out physical and violent conflict between certain OMCG (Outlaw Motor Cycle Gangs) here in Oz. It is a very high profile and volatile situation here in this country atm, it has received much media and public attention over the last couple of weeks. It certainly has the propensity to escalate into a fully fledged bloody war (similiar to the Milperra massacre back in 1984) – between certain OMCG’s, particularly the Bandido’s, Nomads and Hells Angels – what is it all about??? Well goodness knows what – turf, organized crime associations and business ventures, control and supremacy. Ultimately, all attempting to be ‘Lord of the Flies’. I don’t really care if they harm each other, it concerns me greatly though, if innocent people are caught and hurt in the cross fire.
Currently I have my little brother visiting, well I shouldn’t suggest he is my junior to the extent where he is less mature than me, there is exactly 2 ½ years between us in age. He’s presently helping me pack and move premises, assisting with the manual stuff that needs to be done around my house before I put it on the market. He is an OMCG member, President of a very well known Chapter here in Oz. Fortunately at this time, it’s not one of the Motor Cycle clubs that were previously mentioned, who are involved in the current fray and friction. However, there is no denying, if this current situation develops further, he and his club could be directly engaged. I just don’t want to think about that. A couple of years ago, two members of his particular OMCG club, were killed in a domestic squirmish interstate, in the very city he resides. When I heard it on the news, my blood ran cold. I tried his phone number frantically all day until I got hold of him, I was just relieved he was alright. Turned out the deceased happened to be two very close mates of his. Our family live with this knowing, that we could potentially lose him because of his choice of association. Not nice I know - but we are all half expecting 'the phonecall or visit' one day. Hopefully not - but we are all fairly realistic that this is indeed a high possibility.
When I think about it, it’s really quite ironic that my brother and I are so close. I guess it’s the epitome of how duality and polarities interact, particularly in a family dynamic. You see, we are both polar opposites of varying degrees. Yes we share similar DNA, have the same parents, bought up in the same environment, subject to an identical upbringing (mum and dad weren’t into individual child rearing lol – we were all treated the same. If one did something wrong – we all copped it. Just the way it was in our family).
Anyway, I was watching him today and was just observing his persona and comparing it to mine. Man – talk about chalk and cheese. He is over six foot tall, big, solid guy, ink on muscles and muscles on ink. He’s incredibly strong physically and extremely intelligent. So strange, his looks belie his IQ – he’s a member of MENSA, how paradoxical I hear you think lol. It’s true. We have a standing joke in our family, we all wonder what he could’ve achieved if he used his powers for good lol. He’s also known by a family term of endearment as ‘Cousin It’ (don’t tell him I told you that heehee). He can be really obstinate and extremely difficult at times.
He’s a really quite a heavy and mean dude and involved in some pretty heavy crappola. He's done his fair share of time for his crimes. I’m not looking at him through rose colored glasses by any means. I know exactly what he’s implicated in and I definately don't condone what he does. We have a mutual understanding between us lol – because I work in law enforcement and he is involved in whatever various illegal vices he’s involved in – that what we don’t know about each other’s occupations - ultimately can’t harm us heehee. He’s definitely no saint, but hey!!! Neither am I – but compared to him, I’m a perfect angel lol.
I went out with him earlier today, just to the local hardware store to gather some essential tools to fix a hole in the wall that I accidentally pierced when I was moving stuff around. People were literally cowering in his presence. They were staring at him from a distance. However as soon as they got closer to us, they deliberately averted their gaze from his general direction. Even the ‘checkout chick’ was freaking out when he went to pay her for what we required. She didn’t make eye contact at all. I just thought it was all really quite strange actually , he evoked real fear in these people. I suppose wearing his ‘colors’ didn’t help any lol. I just wanted to yell out – ‘Hey everybody, don’t be afraid – he’s just my little brother’
What I’m trying to say is this – there’s this public perception of my brother and his illicit associations– because of the connotations related to his biker activities – I can understand people being scared and rather intimidated by him. I just don’t look at him that way – he’s just my little brother and I love him dearly, despite his outward appearance and his prohibited interests. It’s his choice at the end of the day.
To me, he will always be my little brother, loyal, generous, protective and very family orientated. He just adores my mum and Mrs. K (Mrs. Katzinsack, my mum) just worships the ground he walks on, despite his wayward ventures – she knows what he’s into. Doesn’t stop her loving him any less than she always has – he will always be her baby boy, it’s so funny – she still gives him a good clip under the ear if he needs one lol. He capitulates to mum’s mighty wrath. He may be tough on the exterior but he’s a softy at heart. So I guess it’s a hard call – you can never judge a book by it’s cover.
Much love and happiness to you all
Ish )O(
PS: My brother is actually featured in the following vid
The Largest Motorcycle club in Australia - The BIGGEST All Big Twin Harley Davidson club it the World - the REBELS MC Australia ! Outlaws Elite RFFR 1%
Blog entry
15 May 2012 - 10:57am
The discombobulation caused quite a consternation among the onlookers.
"What could this possibly be?" one was heard to ask.
"Well, dear lady," the gentleman answered as he readjusted his glasses,
"It could possibly be the materialization of the frustration that led to the
annhilation of the operation that was going to benefit the whole of creation."
"Well, I heard," replied the lady, " that the annhilation caused mystification
which led to the disorientation of the whole nation!"
"Well, that leads to only one conclusion," the gentleman replied.
"And that is.......the first modulation must have been an imitation.
What other explanation could there be?" he exclaimed.
"I have the inclination to agree," replied the lady.
"And furthermore, it was an abbomination to even think of creating
an imitation in the first place!"
"I am certain, " replied the gentleman, "when all is said and done,
the realization of the annhilation in the first instance, could be the
justification for a new judicial system."
"Oh!," replied the lady, "we had better be ready for the observation
that will undoubtedly be the certification of the experimentation that
began before the annhilation of the imitation!"
"Right you are," replied the gentleman.
And that, my friends, was the end of the discombobulation!
Have a wonderful evening/day ~ Love Tara*~~
Blog entry
13 May 2012 - 11:59pm
For a while know I have read blogs and articles and interesting sayings and prayers and videos and pictures and lessons
Such like on this beautifully created site.
Have felt the urge many a time to add a piece perhaps to include a rhyme?
But I pass through never having the time then I thought I wouldn't even know what to write?
Shall I add personal a message to share?
whys it so hard sitting in this chair?
Perhaps my 3D thoughts would anybody even care?
What could I possibly bring to the table my friends what could I share?
In this moment it's different I won't write i'll let my hands type
leave them free to play and see what they say?
An interesting year to say the least
Now its come down to finding some peace
No looking for answers or finding the clues
Feeling UP then down and singing the blues
Asking angels for guidance or protection from what?
Can't help feeling there's a big chunk I forgot
For my path to move forward I jump to the end
perhaps this is because it's a Leo trend
wanting change quickly and done right away
did I skip too quickly and forget to play?
I'll slow down now please and start a new
having the time to relax and embrace all my clues
I'll listen carefully and embrace this life
not skipping corners or making big strides
a big inhalation and a thoughtful rest.......
the time to see i'm trying my best
calm peace of mind let all the worries go
much talk about living in our egos?
I stay in this moment its a nice place to be
Resting in present not skipping from A to Z
So thank you dear ones I have learnt so much
Its the sharing in this life that helps keep us UP
So in this moment I send love and light to all those that be
Namaste XX
Blog entry
12 May 2012 - 3:11pm
Garnets and diamonds jeweled around her head
crowning her spiritual heart.
A spiritual warrior,Graceful intentions, as she walks the spiritual journey,
centering herself balancing herself from within,
weighing the odds of the lightness and darkness in the world.
Understanding when to speak,
when to keep silent,
when to act, and when to refrain.
Using the senses of the inner soul to evaluate the situation.
Listening to what is being said,
evaluating the conversation without being swayed by emotion.
Absorbing the insight and wisdom one beholds.
Staying true to oneself.
Balancing the soul,
grasping the the heavenly realm and earthly realm,
pulling them together.
Clouds rolling by,
heaven is her true home.
Traveling many miles upon earth alone,
observing the environment,
hearing the birds tweet,
the trees swaying in the breeze.
Aware of the presence of another,
staying silent within one's heart,
feeling for danger as it arises at ones side.
Listening to the movement,
observing the movement as they come closer,
watching as the body language of another speaks.
Searching within for the answer,
trusting ones own intuition,
feeling the presences of the angels
hustling fluttering in the trees overhead.
The serenity filling one with peace,
never holding anything back, but knowing when to act,
with gentleness, and kindness.
Weighing the emotions, balancing them in the wind,
deciphering if the one before her eyes is honestly pure,
or filled with deception.
Seeing the world through new vision,
a different perception,
Long brunette hair swaying in the wind,
blowing as she looks over the horizon.
Feeling the earth beneath her feet,
as she dips her hand into the warmth of clear calmness spreading over the lake,
feeling its healing power as it cleanses her soul.
Purifying her mind.
Ice blue eyes piercing into the others soul,
seeing through their facade,
sensing their own fears,
facing their own insecurities.
It is love they choose to embrace,
yet filled with anger and rage.
They must let go of the hate.
Understanding forgiveness,
choosing not to become a victim.
Her strength as a warrior comes from within her heart,
following always her heart,
not logic, nor reason.
Wisdom comes by learning the training of a warrior,
struggling to fight against the self imposed beliefs,
destroying the inner demons of negativity.
Becoming diversified leaving no room for hate in the heart of warrior.
War is never and answer,
only used when to protect one self in moments of danger.
The last result, to defend ones honor,
her soft pale flesh is her armor.
The mind is filled with power,
the best weapon is the psyche of the mind,
building it up,
never allowing an enemy to break it down.
A spiritual warrior will always learn to stand her ground.
All rights reserved HattieMattieMae Spiritweaver April 25, 2011
http://hattiemattiemae.hubpages.com/hub/The-Heart-of-The-Spiritual-Warrior
Blog entry
12 May 2012 - 1:51pm
A Mother's Day Poem
http://www.paganspace.net
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Before I was a Mom,
I never tripped over toys
or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn't worry whether or not
my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mom,
I had never been puked on.
Pooped on.
Chewed on.
Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind
and my thoughts.
I slept all night.
Before I was a Mom,
I never held down a screaming child
so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night
watching a baby sleep.
Before I was a Mom,
I never held a sleeping baby just because
I didn't want to put her down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces
when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small
could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom..
Before I was a Mom,
I didn't know the feeling of
having my heart outside my body..
I didn't know how special it could feel
to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond
between a mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small
could make me feel so important and happy.
Before I was a Mom,
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night
every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth,
the joy,
the love,
the heartache,
the wonderment
or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much,
before I was a Mom .
Blog entry
11 May 2012 - 7:05pm
by Patricia Dietz
I awoke this morning with a scene from the “Wizard of Oz” movie running through my brain. You know the scene where the little dog Toto pulls the curtain back and reveals a man furiously working at some controls which serve to plaster an intimidating hologram of his face onto an elaborate alter, yelling through a microphone with brimstone and fire that he is the all powerful and all knowing Wizard of Oz!
At first Dorothy and the group were totally sucked into the illusion and controlled by his vibes, but after the curtain was drawn and his facade pierced, they were able to see simply a man playing a game with them. Not an all powerful or all knowing Wizard, but just a man stuck inside his own illusion.
I am reminded of the situation transpiring on our planet involving a certain group of other-worldly beings who are claiming to come from the light and who claim they are trying to “help” us rid ourselves of the dark cabal, the Illuminati, and whatever other terms they use to define...well...basically to define themselves?
Evidently, according to them, we humans on planet Earth “need” these other-worldly beings to “save” us from the dastardly deeds of the dark ones who are trying to take over our world. Only, we humans don’t know that we need their help, so they are bombarding us with messages from their puppet channels every day to assure us that things are under control, and that the dark ones are being watched, and that the dark ones are no threat to us for much longer, all the while trying to suck us into their game.
I guide you to keep in mind the Wizard behind the curtain. Pull back the veil and take a look at who is manning these controls. Who are those beings really? What are they really doing here? And why are they doing it? What is their game? And, do you wish to get sucked into it with them?
The reality is that this is our planet and we humans are the most powerful entities on it. This is our show. As we humans raise our vibrations spreading more light everywhere, these mischievous ones are finding they have no where left to hide. Their jig is up, but only if we humans claim it to be true. And we all have the ability to make this claim.
I guide you, gentle reader, to look inside your own heart for the answers you seek. Do not be dazzled by the fairytale of these ETs being out for your highest good. Be dazzled, instead, by what you find inside your own heart and mind, for there lies the true miraculous being that is YOU. You and I and all the other humans on Earth are here for our Soul growth. Giving our power away to unseen and other-worldly beings only promotes the growth of fear and victim consciousness. Is that what you want for yourself and the rest of us?
All the help and guidance you need from honorable and true beings of the light is there for the asking, and the answers will be filtered through your Higher Self/Deeper Self into your consciousness for your discernment. There is no force involved. It’s a gentle process; that’s how it works.
Don’t wait to be “saved” by forces hiding behind false curtains; pay no attention to them. You are the being that you seek, and that is the truth.
Blog entry
11 May 2012 - 5:29am
Spiritual love we hold inside
One word makes it complete
and so unique.
Purity,
Pure love, the only true desire
to hold in your hearts eternal fire.
Forgiveness is always something
you have to do
closing all the doors of the past
never unlocking them as you
move forward into the unknown.
Some may harm you along the way
Some may say things they wish
hadn't said.
Jealousy may even try to destroy
your life.
Forgiveness is all you can hold
dear to your heart having compassion
for others.
In spiritual love there is no room for hatred
Pure love never keeps track of all the
wrongs you've done in someone's life.
No matter how awkward, or hard
moving through the pain and suffering
allowing love to heal the heart
with spiritual love.
Happiness comes when your life
is purified by heavenly love
blessing your life from above
never allowing yourself to be victimized
or feeling fear inside.
Never allowing yourself to be a victimizer in life
to anyone else.
No better way than to be clean and pure
doing no harm to others
harmless to the human race that stands
next to you.
Feeling every heartbeat beating together
in harmony and unity.
Pure love has no compromise
making its mind up bound
by an everlasting love
that always remains complete.
The truest love never separating
that never ends.
Enduring every hardship
purifying the heart over time
maturing with time
revealing only spiritual love.
All rights reserved hattiemattiemae spiritweaver May 10, 2012
http://hattiemattiemae.hubpages.com/hub/Pure-Love-Never-Compromises
video
11 May 2012 - 5:24am
My personal poetry and hope you all enjoy it! :)
Blog entry
10 May 2012 - 9:59pm
by Patricia Dietz
In my society, we grow up with the paradigm that states you have to work in order to earn money so you can provide for
yourself and your existence on the planet. The more you work, the more money you make. And we go to college
to get a degree so we can earn even more money. And we focus on getting high-paying jobs so we can earn even
more money. My society revolves around the Almighty dollar. Doesn’t seem to matter that we are starving on the
inside for some food for the Soul, as long as we have money we’re OK, or so it would seem on the outside.
I AM challenging that paradigm, and as I write this I am helping to create a new one. Money has such a high priority in my
culture that people even kill for it. I’ve never understood their reasoning or why we place such high value on this 3D
“thing.” I’ve stumbled along at having jobs and earning my sustenance in the ways of my society, but I was never really
very good at it. Yet it’s just what you do in my country, so I kept trying to fit inside that “box.”
But I know better now; I’ve broken out of the “box” and you can, too. If you’ve placed yourself inside of any “box” where
you are feeling stifled, boxed-in, uninspired, dull and boring, unable to get ahead in life...you need to get out of there
fast! Our emerging New World is not going to support you shriveling up inside your skin like that for much longer. You are
going to go down with the ship—so to speak—if you don’t take action now.
And the type of “action” I’m speaking of is not physical action at all. What I’m suggesting is that you build a new paradigm
inside your own heart and mind, a new way to engage in life that inspires you and that makes your cells sing. Doesn’t that
sound refreshing? Instead of dying inside our little socially-engineered straight-jackets where one size fits all, it is
time for us to break out of the asylum and get hot creating a new way of living, a way that is life-affirming and exciting
for everyone.
There is nowhere you have to go or no one special you have to be to begin the process. All of us have everything we need
to begin creating the life of our dreams. Spending time with your awareness inside 5th Dimensional consciousness is the
trick. All you need do is think that you are in this New 5D World and you are there. Easy as pie. (What may not be as
easy as pie is staying in this high state of consciousness for very long—at least at first—but the more you do it the
easier it gets.)
So back to the main subject of this piece: money is not the answer, money is not Almighty, and our world does not have to
revolve around it. Our world can revolve around love, sharing, caring for one another, unity consciousness, compassion,
joy...harmonious modes of living where people THRIVE. Modes of living where people are able to sustain a life on this planet
easily, naturally, and joyfully, freeing up their time for the pursuit of higher ideals and ways of being that are for the
good of all.
How would you like to see your society operate? What values would you like to see emphasized? How would you
like people to be treated in your culture? What role to you desire to play? Spend time dreaming and
visualizing and pondering on how wonderful life can be. The questions and answers are all inside you,
and this is the time to let your imagination wander and get in touch with these lofty issues. When enough
of us tune into similar thoughts and feelings, energy begins to swirl and the Universe steps up to the
plate to bring the manifestations into being. That is how we are creating this new paradigm.
It’s our job to live into existence what we want to see in our world. In your life, take the time to live in the New World
that you would like to see manifest, and be part of the team that is creating it right now.
Blog entry
10 May 2012 - 4:07am
Sadness comes over me like the flu, quickly, like being afraid
When entering a black room. It is an easy thing to know
This is my sickness; by the signs of locking myself away
And sleeping, by silence instead of answers to questions--
Leaving your concerned dialogue one-sided and awkward.
The reason is as simple as I caught a virus from someone.
I didn’t wash my hands. I got lazy and wished I was elsewhere.
You may remember I waited and waited and held patience
In my head, I kissed away hope and couldn’t find love for myself.
I don’t want to be here anymore than you want to watch.
I can’t eat food, or care. I can’t wait to be well enough.
Tonight the wind is angry and I can’t move out from my shell.
Forget everything I said to you, lock the door on your way out.
Blog entry
10 May 2012 - 12:29am
by Patricia Dietz
When you’re out of whack you are out of the flow. Things aren’t going right. You probably do your fair
share of swearing at those times and ask yourself, what is going on? Why are some days diamonds and
some days stones? Good question. Why are we in the flow on some days and not others? Maybe the
important question to ask is not “why?” but “what?” What can you do during the days when you’re out of
whack? What can you do to turn the situation to your advantage? Try arming yourself with some knowledge.
Know that you are dealing with cycles of growth. Most likely, when you get out of whack it’s because you are inside a
“growth spurt.” Your cells are assimilating recent events and experiences and are in the process of sifting out what to keep
and what to let go of. The structure they are working inside is going through a change, and as a result the foundation is
unstable.
Try standing on a ball and see how long you can stay up. Watch how you must be constantly vigilant, adjusting for the
instability. Notice how much discomfort you feel. Notice how many times you fall off completely. At these times you don’t
judge the ball as being bad. Being inside a growth spurt is not a time for judgement. It is a time for understanding that
since you cannot find balance very well at the moment, you might as well relax into the situation and stop the struggle.
Step off the ball temporarily by turning your attention somewhere else, to a different subject that has nothing to do with
standing on unstable foundations or feeling out of whack.
During those uncomfortable growth spurts you truly have the option and ability to think about or do something that makes you
feel better. Immerse yourself in a different world altogether. Consciously cast your attention someplace else of your choice
and transport yourself there. And keep in mind that it is never necessary to feel guilty for taking a break. When you are out
of whack, the whole point is to let yourself catch up with yourself. The part of you that is on edge, that wants to “get
going because we have work to do!” needs to be told to chill for a bit. Fighting the growth spurts only increases your
discomfort. Your body knows when it is ready to get back on track. Trust it.
Trust your intuition. Trust your inner guidance system to light your way. When the light does not seem to be forthcoming, be
patient. It is for your highest good to kick back for a bit and let the dust settle from your recent experiences. Always
remember that you can consciously place your attention wherever you choose. Choosing to place it somewhere that will
offer comfort and relaxation during any assimilation period is wise use of your time.
As with all cycles, being out of whack will soon change into being on top of your game. You’ll be back in the flow and your
life will proceed smoothly once again, that is, until you hit the next growth spurt. Be grateful. Growth spurts give you
direct feedback, confirmation that you are one big evolving dynamo of self-realization, personal transformation, and spiritual
growth. And that’s a very good thing.
Blog entry
10 May 2012 - 12:16am
by Patricia Dietz
Since we are magnificent, talented, creative, eminent maestros in the art of orchestrating our life on planet Earth, it’s
time to get down to the nuts and bolts of our craft. We have a New World to design, a new paradigm to fashion, and it’s
time to get to it!
Our thoughts are the material we use to build the foundation of this new structure. Our continued focus on those thoughts
in partnership with our emotions are the tools we use to bring our thoughts from their un-manifested state, forward.
When inside “creator-mode” we are involved with the birthing process. We are not simply changing something already in
existence, but we are actually creating what we desire from scratch. We are eminent maestros for a reason: we have what
it takes to bring into existence the glorious new life that we envision.
And we do that by the process of “living it into existence.” We make it happen by going about our day, not only focused
on what we are doing and what we are “being” inside each present moment, but also by maintaining the awareness that there
is a new “us” we want to become, and that there is New World that we want to live in, and that we can be part of bringing
those visions into reality just by thinking about them, by wearing their energy, and by acting “as if” they are already
manifest.
Nobody likes to feel as though they are being manipulated. Nobody likes to feel helpless in the face of greedy business
practices. Nobody wants to see the rich get richer at the expense of everyone else. Nobody wants to see politicians acting
contrary to the oaths they took for office, or that they are not really “for” the people. We all see things going on in
society that we don’t like.
When we look around at the goings on in our environment, what we see is not the way situations and events have to be. What
we see happening is what our thoughts and actions of the past and present have earned for us.
But Heaven does not mandate that any humans suffer. The reality is that we live inside a universe that is at our beck and
call. We are royalty and the universe is the genie in our lamp of desires. We ask, and the universe gets to work at
bringing into form and delivering, what we ask for. There is no mystery in the process; it is scientific. All of creation
is logical and follows laws put into place by the Maker of all things.
If you have been having difficulty making things happen in your life in the manner in which you desire them to happen,
take heart. By acknowledging that you are the master maestro of your life, and by understanding that you have the power
to make changes and manifest a new reality for yourself—even if you don’t know how—you have accepted responsibility for
elevating your existence inside this Earth gig, and opportunities for personal enrichment and transformation are arriving
at your door as you read this.
There is no waiting when thought is involved. Begin today to fashion the world you want to live in, then go out and live
it. Bring it into existence by focusing on what you want, and letting what you don’t want die a slow death from lack of
your attention.
Blog entry
10 May 2012 - 12:03am
By Patricia Dietz
There is no evil force in the world out to “get us.” In actuality, what we are experiencing is the dark part of human
nature, unexamined by the light of our conscious awareness.
Since we’re all made of the same stuff, and we have free will, it is always up to us which of that “stuff” we choose to
emphasize. For most of us, following the whispers of our Higher Self is what our intention is, but as life weaves its
challenges in between the pathways of our every days, we get caught up in the confusion and sometimes take diversions
into darkness.
Learning entails performing a variety of new behaviors and thinking a variety of new thoughts, some of which turn out
to be life-enhancing, and some not so much. And for whatever reasons, we get stuck at times traveling into the murkiness
of the unknown, seemingly gripped by forces beyond our control. Usually when that happens, a bit of fear is involved,
some confusion, and also distorted thinking, which seems to propel us into behavior that we might not normally participate
in if we had a larger and more clear picture of reality.
Who is to judge the appropriateness of someone else’s path to knowledge and wisdom? Collectively we do want to remain in
existence, so participating in life-enhancing activities as a group makes sense. Focusing on what enhances the whole is
important. And what the whole is formed by is a cluster of individuals who each have the right to judge for themselves
the appropriate path for them to take, (which leaves the door open to all sorts of adventures in living on this planet.)
To the extent that you are unaware of yourself and your true nature as a spiritual being, you may find yourself in many
uncomfortable situations. And getting yourself into uncomfortable situations may be what is necessary in order for you
to learn what you want and don’t want for yourself in life. Collectively, to the extent that a group of people are unaware
of themselves and their true natures as spiritual beings, they can wreak havoc on a large scale, affecting a wide
circumference of people in negative ways.
Luckily, the same holds true for individuals and groups engaging in positive, life-enhancing behavior. Individually and
collectively we can band together to create wonderful realities.
If there is an evil force out there, it is only that part of humanity that is functioning below the conscious level.
Bringing darkness into the light of day is the antidote. Individually and collectively it is time to raise our level
of awareness, pool all of our resources, abilities, talents, wisdom, knowledge and intentions, and create the type of
world that fills us with joy: the type of world we truly desire to live in, together.
Blog entry
9 May 2012 - 11:50pm
By Patricia Dietz
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Smile.
Put on a happy face.
The mechanics of it are this:
There is an etheric golden string attached to the outer edges of your mouth, and that golden string is tied to your heart.
When you smile, the sides of your lips turn up, which raises the golden string and lifts your heart. When your heart is
lifted, a valve opens which allows Joy to flood inside.
Joy is floating in the atmosphere at all times. When the heart valve opens, a vacuum is created which swoops enough Joy
inside the heart to fill it to the brim.
If your smile droops, the strings to your lips go slack, the golden string attached to your heart drops and the heart
valve shuts off. Then the heart sinks, causing a heaviness on the valve which forces the remaining Joy to seep out.
What you are left with is droopy lips and a heavy heart, with no entrance for the abundance of the universe to flow inside.
All it takes to open the heart again is a smile, which starts the whole cycle anew.
Blog entry
9 May 2012 - 8:30pm
By Patricia Dietz
Sometimes I get tired of reading that this Earth life is just an illusion. I mean, the pain in my knees is not an illusion
to me. And all the Ibuprofen that I take to alleviate the pain is very real and tangible...and it costs money! But then,
money is an illusion as well, I guess. So what are we doing in a non-reality where money and pain are seemingly real, yet
aren’t real? And if they aren’t real, what then IS real?
If my knee pain is not real, then why would I bother spending money on a substance that helps me feel relief from the pain?
Some people would call it a “placebo effect.” I would answer, yeah, right. What do you call the 3D ex-rays that show visible
tangible degeneration of the knees? The ex-rays that show bone grinding on bone? Isn’t that physical evidence real?
Then there is the “idea” that the pain is only real because we focus on it instead of focusing on something pleasant. If I
was focusing on what I wanted instead of what I didn’t want, then what I really wanted would miraculously appear and I would
not be validating my pain and it would magically disappear? Yeah, right.
Mind games.
Regarding pain, whether it is physically real or not, we still have an “effect” of 3D reality to deal with in our lives that
is unpleasant. Ignoring that “effect” (the pain) will not make it go away on its own, in my experience. Our bodies are
communicating with us through the symptoms we feel. So I’ve been delving into all sorts of metaphysical meanings and
symbolisms of pain in the knee, and pain in the joints, and what I remember that stands out the most is that pain in the knee
means fear of moving forward in life, and pain in the joints points to inflexibility of personality.
It certainly can’t mean fear of moving forward or being inflexible in all aspects of my life because that would just be
untrue. So what aspects of me are afraid to come out of the closet? And how am I being inflexible? Been spending time for
inner research on this and have realized some things about myself. Things that need some more pondering....
Just been going on a little detour here, thinking out loud. Sometimes by reading and
studying too many channeled messages and books from others, my insides get all jumbled up
and I need to take a break. This piece of writing is that break. But “soon” I’ll be back on
the spiritual wagon again, studying about the Law of Attraction and Ascension and how we
create our own reality and all that stuff, because I am addicted to the “need to know”
everything I can about the spiritual reality we live in.
Blog entry
8 May 2012 - 8:47pm
Yoga class was so awesome last week! You got it, a blaring 90’s ‘awesome dude’! Our teacher had been sick for a few weeks and class had been cancelled. So for the past few weeks it was home practice and some moonlighting. Home practice of course is simply that, home practice! Anything to do with home usually means comfort and coziness which when it comes to Yoga means ‘lazy Yoga practice’ (I know it’s not true but for emphasis of my point let’s go with it). Suffice to say we were excited to be back in class, ok well at least I was, I was roaring to go. My body really wanted a struggle, a challenge, basically it wanted to sweat. Who said I was competitive, come on really, ok just a little, ok maybe a little too much (now I see why most teachers start with, ‘no competition here’). We were told that it was going to be a special class, our teacher wanted to make up for missing a few classes.
Upon arriving early I walked in with my manly Yoga bag and my manly light green Sigg bottle (it’s actually really cool, it has a figure mediating on both sides) to find a special guest. First thought, a supply because our teacher was still not feeling well, ok that works all the same. My second thought, a student teacher, a second nope. Final and correct thought after seeing a bongo, live music, yes another roaring blast of awesomeness! Wow, missing a few weeks was actually working out for the better. This would be my first class with live music (yes I am a newbie when it comes to classes) and let me tell you it was shaping out to be a fun (you thought another awesome, got you) night. Our teacher (now feeling refreshed) was also roaring to go, double bonus. As we progressed from breathing and some light stretching I could feel the muscles thanking me and also giving me a fair warning, ‘we do not want to battle the mind tonight. We have talked and agreed we will work together!’ Great, the body and mind were making plans without me now.
What I thought was going to be a serious session of intense Yoga became an intense merger of body, mind and spirit. The music that was played so beautifully found a way to break me down, my competitive spirit. Besides the sweat (yes I am sweater and proud of it) tears of joy found a way to roll down my cheeks (not afraid to admit it, thank you). Finally I found liberation and a true respect for my body, my temple. During Savasana our musical guest began to sing and let me tell you, there is not enough awesomeness to explain how perfect it was. My ego at this point had left the building and was probably somewhere in Vegas playing blackjack, good riddance (unfortunately it will return, broken and looking for some love). Its so breath taking realizing all the benefits of a good Yoga practice, a regular Yoga practice and one that possibly doesn’t involve kids using you as a monkey bar! So looking forward to next class, no live music of course, but a true appreciation, AWESOME!
(Been away from the site for awhile and just wanted to add some loving vibration to the site once again, missed everyone)
Blog entry
8 May 2012 - 5:41am
There is no time
We have all the time we need to accomplish what we need to
There is moment of now
Yesterday is gone
Tomorrow is not important
What we have is the present moment
What is your best memory?
Can you make the memory of now the most wonderfully one
Tere is no time
So why worry
Most likely once you read this you know all of this
But let me take an opportunity to tell you that right now
Your unconditional love makes a difference for you
And this way a bit for all of us too
Love
T
Blog entry
8 May 2012 - 12:32am
You know you've been brought as a mirror
One to shed your own light
The reluctance of seeing you
In all of your presence and light
The resistance you hold must fade
For the energies will not allow
This you to be displayed
This you that feels so proud
It is with great guidance
That I stand before you now
In this way of service
From this place of purpose
Its not that we know how
How to stand in presence
Of this light that comes as you
This light that shines within and bright
Is brought at a time of transition
With a souls message you can’t ignore
This mirror standing before you
Brings knowing and acceptance
Of the more you have in store
A change to see the beauty
The beauty that’s inside
We all hold this beauty
As the cosmos coincide
Coincide with your structure
Coincide with your growth
A mirror before you now
To expand this sense of hope
Hope comes in numbers
In people and in things
Hopes lives in you
When the mirror doesn’t sting.
Blog entry
8 May 2012 - 12:28am
I am here to assist your merging
This merging with the two of you
You know of what I speak
The ancient one that is
The current one becomes
It’s all in this creation
A time and a place to see
This merging of the two
The blessed and the free
Choices made to accept the merge
The ancient and the new
To accept the impression of unity
Authenticity rings true
So this you of ancient wisdom
And this you of this now
Come together in the knowing
You don’t need to know how
Its all about the choice
To integrate these two
Because upon this union
Comes an eden full of new
A place of great expansion
One of great transition
To be of lesser tension
Of this wholeness of you.
Blog entry
7 May 2012 - 7:59pm
As I Began to Love Myself
– Self Love Poem by Charlie Chaplin
As I began to love myself I found that anguish and emotional suffering are only warning signs that I was living against my own truth.
Today, I know, this is “AUTHENTICITY”.
As I began to love myself I understood how much it can offend somebody
As I try to force my desires on this person, even though I knew the time
was not right and the person was not ready for it, and even though this person was me. Today I call it “RESPECT”.
As I began to love myself I stopped craving for a different life,
and I could see that everything that surrounded me was inviting me to grow.
Today I call it “MATURITY”.
As I began to love myself I understood that at any circumstance,
I am in the right place at the right time, and everything happens
at the exactly right moment. So I could be calm.
Today I call it “SELF-CONFIDENCE”.
As I began to love myself I quit steeling my own time,
and I stopped designing huge projects for the future.
Today, I only do what brings me joy and happiness, things I love to do and that make my heart cheer, and I do them in my own way and in my own rhythm.
Today I call it “SIMPLICITY”.
As I began to love myself I freed myself of anything that is no good for my health – food, people, things, situations,
and everything that drew me down and away from myself.
At first I called this attitude a healthy egoism.
Today I know it is “LOVE OF ONESELF”.
As I began to love myself I quit trying to always be right, and ever since I was wrong less of the time.
Today I discovered that is “MODESTY”.
As I began to love myself I refused to go on living in the past and worry about the future.
Now, I only live for the moment, where EVERYTHING
is happening.
Today I live each day, day by day, and I call it “FULFILLMENT”.
As I began to love myself I recognized that my mind can disturb me
and it can make me sick. But As I connected it to my heart, my
mind became a valuable ally. Today I call this
connection “WISDOM OF THE HEART”.
We no longer need to fear arguments, confrontations or any kind of problems with ourselves or others.
Even stars collide, and out of their crashing
new worlds are born.
Today I know THAT IS “LIFE”!
http://www.abundancetapestry.com/self-love-series-love-myself-poem-by-charlie-chaplin/
Blog entry
7 May 2012 - 9:35am
your love is like a sun for my soul
your thoughts is like a sun on my skin
we are from the sun
we are light
we are here to shine our light
we shine separately
we shine together
the root of our ray is love
our world is in our imagination
our gardens shines all colors
you are welcome
-T
Blog entry
4 May 2012 - 11:17am
We come from a central Source of operations within this universe that acts as a broadcast station
the situation led to activation, the revelation that Light is Information
so get ready for an acceleration, exhileratingly inhale, exhalation
we're exiting negativity fixation, forgetting plenty pretty petty pity presentations
Destiny has been grinning more than ever now
let's keep spinning around until she never frowns
soundin the alarm, crowd in arm to arm
pounce on the mountain, get dowsed in the fountain
then we'll check in with our Space Brothers, they hover
ain't wonderin whether they'd rather take cover
let's take each other to another place
and dip our faces in the Milky Way and taste
if you reign with the rain and entertain rainbows
play with flames of feather brained angels
hang with a rang-a-dang chain of halos
insane with the patience of the ancients for change, quote
*"oh yes I can be me, never losing the integrity
of myself while simultaneously living and participating in another reality"
It has begun, this is the sound as we go round the sun
everyone, never settle down, may your heartbeat be bumped
From unoriginal alien effigies to HIJKLMNOP's
give Q's a chance under UV's, answer Y's then catch Z's
like an Elemental pleased float over trees with Breeze
each individual sees these dreams with equal ease, these are things
not to be confused with the sorts of things Five Senses bring forth, i think
there's got to be more, I mean
I'm talkin to animals what's not understandable
can you hear them too, is your side of the zoo this tyrannical
we might end up just like the rest if Life was less than obviously Thought that extends
the reach is extant, expanse never ends
so reach for the stars and put no limit on your Hearts size
Reptilian lies, We see Atlantis in your sunken eyes
but this time We rise, yeah we're flyin with the Crows
flowin with some Pride, kissin Lions on the nose
nobody controls the destiny of those
who expertly compose their Symphony, their Souls
the tyranny exposed, so simp-a-ly it goes
the window isn't closed, the Human is a Rose that grows
in the Garden of Eden
the birthplace
we're never leavin
We never left in the first place
We are the ones they talk about in the Heavens
the Living Questions
Human Beings
the Legends
-Kenny J 5/4/2012
*Pleiadian quote from the book Bringers Of The Dawn channeled by Barbara Marciniak
Blog entry
3 May 2012 - 3:18pm
Everything WE see are the FLOWERS groWING within
♥ YOU and ME ♥
SiNeh~
A
BLEND OF LOVING ENERGIES
on a Cosmic Journey
is
THAT what WE ARE~
Blog entry
3 May 2012 - 6:55am
Although I am busy with my morning,
Staying focused on today’s business,
There are several scattered moments
I feel the sudden sense of another place,
An enlarged piece of sensory memory
Leaking out from my Argentine sub-core.
One moment I’m standing on white rooftop
Viewing cloudline, Mendoza, sun and mountains.
Later, unprovoked, real time focused,
I smell the freshness of Patagonia
From the mind’s eye or waking dream,
The horizon line of sea and sky
Shades of blue across the pristine daylight.
There are people who enter my mind.
There is taste and smell from other moments;
A handmade pizza on a kitchen counter,
A glass bottle Coke on a blue tabletop.
A rush of imagery stirs up all the laying dust.
This day is linked to my heart’s secret snapshots,
Combined they pull me into their hemisphere
And back. What I have been, who I have known,
All these things are rebooting in me this day.
Direct connections come instantly to me
As I go about my working day.
From all my senses and living memory
I am being pulled toward longing like an ocean tide.
Blog entry
3 May 2012 - 5:14am
I like to write random quotes. It's a hobby of mine. When I write them I don't change them much, because I feel the original format was "Meant to be" lol I know that may sound silly, but I'm just a goofy fellow :P. Enjoy!
The priceless nectar of wisdom is utterly attainable through the accumulation of experiences.
A house cannot be built solely by knowledge nor by actions. Experiences build up houses and wisdom makes them stand forever.
The greatest gift of sadness, pain and despair is the self-realization that it is actually a blessing.
Is it lipstick that makes you beautiful? Is it big boobs that make you attractive? Is it money that makes you successful? Or is it whom you are on the inside that makes you beautiful? Will your lipstick, big boobs, money and inner beauty accompany you in the afterlife? There can only be one!
The transmuting of negativity into positivity is the colors of light forming a beautiful victory.
We as a people we will be free, the chains will be broken and the love of everything will be realized.
I’m not better then you and you are not better than me, but we are better together as it has always been and will forever be.
The loving embrace which waits will ignite the euphoric sensations and bring forth the exploding light held within the heart.
Every moment is a blessing, every action is a path, every belief is an goal, every hope is inspiring and every ending is a beginning.
The Time to rise above the narrow confines of one’s mind is at hand and soon the Truth will begin to resonate within the being of everyone.
For so long I’ve dreamed of a deeper meaning for life. Gazing upon the stars made me wonder about the infinite ‘what if’ questions. This world’s routine never satisfied the void and knowing deep within my heart. Life became a chore rather than a blessing. Through the confusion and despair I choose to pursue a life that my spirit knew wasn’t part of this life’s mission. I attempted to suppress the calling with anything. This led to a life of bondage and darkness. I became the very thing that I swore to protect against. I wanted to escape this fate by cutting ties with our creator and living by the ego, but there comes a time when we all heed a certain call. It beckons us to transcend our current beliefs and overlook the horizon that is in store for all of humanity. For its gracious love renews the purpose and awakens the Truth buried deep inside. It collects the missing pieces and reveals the majesty of the bigger picture. Seamless perfection collecting the hearts for purification and destiny.
The shear vastness of the cosmos declares to the universe the majesty of creation and the loving embrace of the eternal King.
Those whom confide secrets to God shall never be ignored.
The heart’s patience will wait for eternity for you to find the missing pieces.
Every tear you cried he caught with his hand, every desperate cry you called out he heard, every pray you said he recorded and during every moment of your lives he sent you his love.
I imagine a society free from bondage, because the illusion was never real.
The Truth cannot be found externally for it lies within you.
Abundance and prosperity shouldn’t be solely monetary. True prosperity and abundance comes from the realization of whom you are and always have been since the beginning. This knowing opens the door.
Let the passion of the heart lead you to fulfillment.
Stand for what is right, for what is just and for what is beautiful in the eyes of our creator.
Remain vigilant in the presence of darkness, for its apathy will attempt to cloud your empathy and drive you further into the abyss.
This is your time to decree to the universe your rightful inheritance of peace, love, prosperity and salvation.
Keep close to your heart the beliefs that you choose as your truth, for they will distill hope and strength into your tomorrow.
Don’t allow the enticing illusion of hierarchism consume you with the notion that fulfillment is found through control and influence.
Many fall, many fail, many lose, but those whom recognize these as successes are champions.
Through despair comes understanding, through lack comes compassion and through failures comes victories.
Do not pity the dead for they have received their inheritance, don’t dwell in sorrow over their departure for they live within you and don’t fear death for it is merely an beginning.
You physical body is manifestation of your conscious image of oneself.
The universe is a grand design that displays the power of our creator.
Is it right to overlook to suffering around the world by accepting the notion that it’s unavoidable? Does this provide valid justification to comfort ourselves? Is that why the sufferings of many are ignored? What if it’s possible to eliminate suffering? would you seek it out? Would you ridicule it? Would you accept it or would you just not care? Separation spawned selfishness. Only until we understand we are all interconnected do we realize how powerful we are and this knowing has the capability to abolish suffering worldwide.
Become aware of who you are within. Open the door and discover the opportunities that lie ahead. Worry not about the past for it holds no presence in the now. Release the regret you choose to hold on to and realize your potential for great things. Knowing yourself will give you courage where none existed, it will give hope to the hopeless and strength to the meek.
The extent of change depends upon the vision you hold. What you envision will set the standard. There is no limit to what you can accomplish and no vision is too large, wide or impossible to achieve.
The power that lies deep within you has the capability of moving mountains, tearing down obstacles, creating paradises, expelling darkness and spreading the message of love.
For each and every single one of you has characteristics, attributes and beliefs that are uniquely part of your being. This is the essence of your identity in the light.
One must willingly confront the shadows from within to remove the obstacles from your true self.
The beauty of enlightenment is that each one of us holds a unique version and journey to it. No two journeys to enlightenment are identical and there exist a universal handbook within you.
The journey you seek is accomplished from within. For the transition is an internal effort.
Hope you enjoyed the random quotes and hopefully they provide a positive experience in your moment. Much Peace and Love.
Blog entry
3 May 2012 - 12:57am
Come what MAY (2012)…..
Posted on 01. May, 2012 by admin.
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Today is the first of May and I have a strong feeling that this is going to be a month we will look back on in wonder.
That there will be events that evoke fear in those who don’t understand yet and awe in those who do.
We lament, complain, bitch and moan about the state of the world, the corruption, fraud, violence and murder perpetrated on the planet daily. We blame the powers that be/were, the government puppets, the war mongering military, the sheeple, the neighbors dog, the illuminati, the satanist’s, the pope, oh it’s a long list of bad guys. We blame ANYBODY/ANYTHING OUT THERE.
Because there is something vital that has been forgotten, the power of the collective imagination which we all contribute to. The collective imagination is the most powerful technology there is or has ever been. We imagined this world into it’s current state and if we cannot or will not own that, take responsibility for that, then we cannot and will not imagine it into the new paradigm, the Golden Age.
It is the 90% of the brain we are not using, the 90% of the DNA that is not switched on that is the software/hardware for this technology. Our ancestors knew how to use this technology, some of the indigenous cultures still remember. We may well have been manipulated to forget and manipulated to contribute fearful and destructive images into the collective, but contribute we did and continue to do so each and every moment.
It is because we have forgotten the technology and don’t take responsibility that we not only blame outside ourselves, but are also waiting for the Golden Age, the new paradigm, whatever you choose to call it, to be handed to us on a silver platter from on high. Be it from ‘white hats’ within the Government, Military and Pentagon, or perhaps the return of a messiah, maybe et’s or ed’s. Either way salvation comes from an external source if you will just be patient, be ‘love and light’ and all will be well. I don’t think so!!!!
As the saying goes, ‘we are the ones we have been waiting for’, this I believe deep in my being.
I see it happening like this:
We are being exposed to new energies from every possible source, the sun, the galactic core, from rare celestial alignments, etc etc. It is up to us to be open to these energies, ground them not only within ourselves but into mother earth. She will then transmute these energies in whichever way she sees fit. She will then send these energies back up through us (if we listen and allow) to manifest through the technology of imagination, into the world creating the new paradigm, the Golden Age. It is a circle perhaps of energy moving from the celestial, through us into the earth and back up and out. This revolution has to be from the ground up, literally, from the earth up and it is up to each and every one of us to participate.
This month of May I feel many more will open up to these new energies, remember this technology and consciously work with it, I can’t say why, it is just a feeling.
So how do we play our part?
By listening to the silence, following your intuition, finding your voice and speaking your truth, having your actions based on love, compassion and empathy, making a choice to be part of the solution and not the problem.
Use your imagination and contribute to the collective imagination, visualise the world you want to live in and then live AS IF.
That is how we bring on the Golden Age and create the new paradigm.
There is a reason there is no post 2012 information. A reason black op technology, remote viewers and psychic’s can’t see past 2012, WE HAVE NOT IMAGINED IT YET.
What we see in front of us, what we call reality, is the past. It is the result of what we previously put into the collective imagination. Every time we focus on that and say ‘that is how things are’ we recreate the same image over and over again. For as long as we focus on the current paradigm the longer it will linger as it goes through it’s death throes. Die it will for this has been prophesied, but how quickly and peacefully is up to us.
For what it’s worth
In Lak’esh
Lisa Harrison
http://www.lisamharrison.com/
Blog entry
2 May 2012 - 10:25am
Image courtesy of Ictenbey of DeviantART
"and a New Day will Dawn, for those who stand long, and the forests will echo with laughter"
Pining for the Pieces of the Puzzle that Paint the Perfect Picture of Purity Personified ...
They lay Painfully scattered along the Path of Pious Pretence, Perverted & Poisoned by Putrid Priests and Popes...
...Patiently. . .
...waiting....
to be Peaced back together.
Whisperings of the Heart, say if we all Play our Part, then "the Piper will lead us to Reason"...
The Pieces will fall in Place once and for all - the fruits of our efforts ripe and in season...
*Words courtesy of an unknown muse, these words just came to me one day out of the blue
Blog entry
1 May 2012 - 1:39am
LOL, it couldn't be better
SiNeh~
Blog entry
30 Apr 2012 - 1:31pm
For my beloved Twin Flame - you know who you are, wherever you are. We plunge into the eternal flame, our souls a'fire:-
ISHTAR AND DEMUZI
(A Paean written by me Black Ishtar 14th Feb 2011)
Behold my devoted shepherd,
Beloved consort of my heart
Take me to your lush garden
Take me to the abundant orchard of my Demuzi
Where your fruit is ripe and sweet
I long for it's rich nectar to meander down my bejewelled neck
Between ivory skin and lapus lazuli
Like delicate weeping amber dewdrops
That trickle from the fragile petals of lily of the valley
I yearn to enfold myself in the softest green velvet turf
A magnificent royal robe you have laid before your queen
Inanna Ishtar will dazzle her beloved paramor with many glorious gifts
Befitting her Demuzi, the envy of all the celestial angels
A crowned halo of dazzling starlight diamonds
Scattered betwixt Jasmine, lilac and ivy
The sun she gives to wear as a satin girdle
With brilliant tassles of fringed golden rays
The moon a glowing pearl orb pendant
She bestows upon his noble breast
She summons the four winds to harness his fierce chariot
Ishtar Innanna, commands Tiamet worthy of protective armour
Her Demuzi shall fear no foe that dare defile his glory
They bathe in the tepid crystal clear waters of their unshed tears
They breathe the pure innocent breath of unborn babes
Unbridled by their joy, their ecstasy manifests a universe within
They plead to the heavens to bless their divine bliss
A sacred reunion that no God can put asunder
An eternal pledge of the unconsolable mortal soul
Alas Inanna Ishtar eternally laments and mourns for her lost love
Allu Ishtar
SOULS A'FIRE
Much love and happiness to you all
Ish )O(
Blog entry
29 Apr 2012 - 2:50pm
Well...
When a secret is taken
to the grave
There lies its value.
Hold knowledge securely
But share it freely
and yours is wisdom
beyond time.
Occupy the heart and mind
focus forever within divine
Flourish and cherish and
Languish and learn
Completion fulfillment.
heal and discern...
Experiential lessons are
painful
Stories: delightful.
Live your story and
tell it true;
Hear the stories of the
many and of the few.
Conditions are fine for
revolutions and riot
So are they condusive to
Lessons of quiet
If the wisdom is perched
High on the mountain
On Wesak it flows
Love like a fountain.
In what kind of vessel will you
carry a share?
Is it filled with desires, shackles and cares?
A muddy puddle where the water will seep?
Or a crystal clear chalice
Broad, long and deep?
Will you share the water, pass it around?
Or hoard it in secret tanks underground?
I drink deeply of water, learned in my way
From the story of a carpenter, back in the day.
And I sweat while I sleep.
And I piss it away.
But the water I carry or try to convey
Is the same I am begging to sip.
And the Iceberg is solid, adrift in the ocean
So far we've seen just the tip.
"The future's open wide..."
Shine Bright.
Blog entry
28 Apr 2012 - 2:49pm
rebirthing process that is currently taking place on Earth.
Moment of Death
Published April 27, 2012
Please repost with this link at the top: Reposted from The Awakening Website
At the Moment of Death, you are instantly surrounded by a high consciousness.
At that same Moment, your Self is suddenly moving all around. A feeling of incredible freedom and lightness overtakes it as it becomes accustomed to all of the movement that takes place with every thought you have.
In a very short time, your Self realizes that you can go anywhere at the Speed of Thought.
So you learn that you can exist wherever you want to exist. You can exist, observe and perform activities in different places simultaneously, without difficulty.
At the Moment of Death, you remember the single most important thing you should have remembered well before that Moment – that ‘all effect is created by thought.’ You always get what you want because you are a holy being that is Divinely creating reality as you are experiencing it.
We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience.
Teilhard de Chardin
As a holy being, you wanted to experience the magnificence of this Moment in every minute detail. And there are only two ways in which you can do that – Time and Space.
In the third dimension, the Time lapse between thought and creation can be days, weeks, months, or even years. And it is this lapse in Time, which creates the illusion that things are happening to you, instead of because of you.
One tries to understand, in the higher plane, how the order is. The order is there, where the big elements combine and guide existence. But, in the minute elements, this order is not perceptible. Albert Einstein
While we are incarnate in a physical body, we find it very difficult to create from our own individual awareness. So we surrender to the collective human consciousness, whether it serves us or not. And the Universe knows nothing, except how to grant our wishes. But, when we are not incarnate within a body, there is no delay between thought and creation because we’re outside of the parameter of Time.
When we are in Spirit, the results of our thoughts are instantaneous. So we come to know and understand very quickly that we choose what we experience. The truth that ‘our thoughts create reality’ becomes obvious to us. We can return to the comfort of God, our source, whenever we wish. We can do this before we leave our body or after our death. And, if we can remember this truth in this Moment, our whole life will change.
If we could remember this truth in this Moment, we would be joyful, no matter what our circumstances are. And, because Time is now speeding up, we would soon discover that, what we are being brings us the things we want. Knowledge does not follow experience – it precedes it. It’s called Creation.
Whatever the present moment contains, accept it as if you had chosen it. Eckhart Tolle
In the ‘afterlife’, your perspective expands by quantum leaps and bounds. And this expanded perspective allows you to understand the things that you do not now understand. This fills you with awe and anticipation, wonder and excitement, joy and exhilaration.
If you experienced the afterlife for one Moment, having come to it with your grandest thought about yourself and God, your source energy, you would smile.
The truth is that there IS no journey. You are Not moving through Time and Space. Time and Space are moving through YOU – in this Moment.
It is the Master who knows this. And it is this under-standing that ends his struggle.
Because he knows that he can move in and out of ecstasy whenever he chooses, he doesn’t need to feel ecstasy in order to be joyful. He is joyful simply knowing that ecstasy exists.
The Game of Life is not a depressing treadmill. It’s a glorious reaffirmation of the utter magnificence of God and all of Life. And you have complete Freedom of Choice as you move though the evolution. That is what God’s up to! So, at the Moment of Death…
…you go on living.
Blog entry
26 Apr 2012 - 8:37pm
Give Time to Your Family
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After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, “I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.”
The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally. That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. “What’s wrong, are you well?” she asked.
My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news. “I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you,” I responded. “Just the two of us.” She thought about it for a moment, and then said, “I would like that very much.”
That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel’s. “I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, “she said, as she got into the car. “They can’t wait to hear about our meeting.”
We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. “It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,” she said. “Then it’s time that you relax and let me return the favor,” I responded. During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation – nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other’s life. We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said, “I’ll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.” I agreed.
“How was your dinner date?” asked my wife when I got home. “Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined,” I answered.
A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn’t have a chance to do anything for her. Sometime later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined. An attached note said: “I paid this bill in advance. I wasn’t sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates – one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son.”
At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: “I LOVE YOU” and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till “some other time.”
My mom has been gone 15 years and my dad 13 years. Even though I have gone through all the grief stages, many years ago, I still wish I could have spent some more time with either one and told each other I love you, since those three very special words were rarely spoken. A beautiful story.
Brightest Blessings,
Blog entry
25 Apr 2012 - 1:25pm
Happily here after
hypocrites in the woodshed
gathering chips and shit
trying to build Castles
with waste
just like their cousins
over yonder
who build mountains
out of mole hills
i wonder
where do such dreams
come from ?
were their parents
errant
in the assertions as well ?
always attempting to dispel
cast to hell
the pre-emptive
common sense
and decency
while conjuring
visceral fancies
i be dandy
in lieu
of honesty
honestly, will we endure
this coming shift
of Creation’s
relations
to our Consciousness
or will we just
go back to the woodshed
and practice building Castles
that can not stand
and perhaps live
happily here after
JustBill~
© 20 April 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.
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24 Apr 2012 - 11:11am
Turn to the Light
www.worldblessings.com
Turn your face to the light
feel the healing
of the light
flowing out to you
Open your heart
to the light within you
Let the light
lift the veil that keeps
you from knowing
the light of love
Feel the light in your
own soul
Have faith in the light
of the greater Soul
that is flooding
the world with light
* I do this often and the words I use are awfully similar. I find instant renewel when I do this and take energy from the sun. Even on a cloudy day, if I can see the smallest image of the sun, I am able to glean some energy from it and actully feel warmth. Long time ago when I first began my path, I don't remember all the details but RA came through and touched my face. I had devoted myself to him and the Egyptian Gods. I now have a permanent mark on my face. It's not the only mark I carry, but its the earliest one I can remember.
Blog entry
21 Apr 2012 - 3:36pm
Great Spirit,
I stand before you humbled,
weeping,
there are chains upon my hands,
they have taken the feathers from my hair,
cut my braids,
I stand naked before the Sun,
and look over the shattered plains.
Great Spirit,
the buffalo are dead, and I lie weeping,
the arrows are broken, and the wolfs have gone into hiding,
the men use dogs as if they were pets,
the plains and prairies are a wasteland.
Great Spirit,
What have we done that you have humbled our people?
Who is it that comes from the North, when shall we rise up?
The Red man cries, while the white man sings,
tell me, Mother, where have we gone wrong?
I cry for you my people,
let me take your burdens, for I was your chief,
I cry to you my people,
where have I failed you?
Have the winds abandoned my ears?
Have the stones that I carried fallen in the wrong place?
I stand in sadness for my people.
We walk long in the Sun, my children are dead,
We walk long on the earth, but she sings no more,
I long for my companion, but she is not to be found,
I am the Chief of my people no more.
When the white man comes, Great Spirit,
where will our people go?
When the Great Metal Bulls come to plow our land,
Where will we eat?
To whose table where we go?
Everywhere I look is death,
and the Earth speaks only of sadness,
as my peoples blood stands upon the sand.
Great Spirit,
Great Eagle,
Great Fox,
Great Badger,
You who have stood at the door of my house,
take these chains and let them be for my people,
take this man, and let me bear their burdens,
for the white man has come,
and our freedom is no more.
Great Spirit,
May the Warriors of the Great Bull,
come back one day,
to find their land gone,
and when they come,
Let the people remember,
we once called this home.
We once called this home.
Blog entry
19 Apr 2012 - 4:54am
Your soul is a garden. What seeds are sown or plant with love, care, compassion, and forgiveness will yield
a bountiful garden of incredible virtue. We are what we sow this includes thoughts, intention, beliefs, words
spoken, and service given to all souls. To plant a garden full of hurtful intentions, harming others and you
plant a garden with little respect for any or all life, this will come back to you in this life or future lives.
There are I am aware many kinds of gardens. Every soul will have their special garden.
Remember this is your soul’s garden. When you help others the soul world takes note of what you are doing.
When you plant seeds of love for example, you are healing, cleansing and removing blockages from your soul.
This is planting wonderful seeds for your future and that of your descendants.
When you harm others with words, behaviors and through ignoring the needs of those in your care, this kind of
negative service is planted as seeds in your soul’s garden. And this is what will come back to you in this life
and future lives. The behavior of individuals may affect their family, and future generations. What is planted in
fertile soil of the Soul World, and within the person’s soul, mind and body will grow rapidly.
As human beings we are given the opportunity to garden consciously, and to share what we harvest with humanity.
Furthermore we as humans are also in charge of showing those closes to us how to plant a garden of love and
service for all souls. To transform your life and to serve others is to gain virtue and remove blockages. Take time
each day to ask how I can help me and anyone I know. What kind of seeds am I to plant in my soul’s garden for the
greater good of all souls?
Love and light to all of you,
Joyce Brown ~
Blog entry
18 Apr 2012 - 1:00pm
Once upon a time in a far away land there lived a faery name Constance, and she was named Constance by her mother because she was constantly, constantly this, and constantly that, but never was she constantly her. She tried so hard to be her, but every time she was going to be her, she was just constantly this or constantly that.
Her mother would say, “Who are you constancely being today, sweet one?” She would say, “I am an Elven Faery Princess of Great Renown in the Land of Dipsy Ipsy!”
Her Mom would then exclaim (her mom was a very nice person), “And where is this land of Dipsy Ipsy!”
“Where is the land of Dispy Ipsy?’ Replied Constance, “Well of course it is a far away land, as all are far away lands in faery, oh mom aren’t you aware, it cannot ever be here, for then it would be a faery story, it would be just some other story, and faery stories are always somewhere far, far away!”
So Constance lived for that day in the land of Ipsy Dipsy, and she tell the story like this:
The land of Ipsy Dipsy was a far away land in the Kingdom of Oopsy Whoopsy, the many inhabits there were always standing on their head because the world was upside down, and so they had to stand on their heads to see things right side up, but then when they would stand on their heads, all the blood would rush to their brain, and they would feel oopsy toopsy, and then they would have to go back to standing not on their heads, but on their feet, and then everything was topsy turvy!
Being in a land of oopsy whoopsy with a lot of ipsy dipsy was very hard for a Princess, because when she would stand on her oopsy tipsy doopsy to get a bit of whipsy whoofly, then her skirt would fly up, and all the people would say, “Dipsy Ipsy!!!”
So this was Princess Constance’s main problem in the land of Dipsy ipsy, but one day she met the Grand Prince of the High Kingdom of Lotsy Loofy, and it was oh really dealy.
So really dealy was he, that all the kingdom had to stand twice as long on their heads just to see how tall and really dealy he was, even though he would come with a pronunciation of how great the Kingdom of Lotsy Loofy was, and tell all the tales of Lotsy Loofy in a way that made things seem oh Grandy Mandy, the people still had a hard time seeing him right side up, because his head was always wrongside down.
So the people decided that the would have to stand their head on their feet just to see him correctly, but then all they could see was his toes, and his head was completely gone, and then the people of Dipsy Ipsy wondered, “Does this prince have a head to stand on at all?”
He came in Royal Garbs of his nation, with a long sword, and purple/gold sash, and all the people were listening to the wise words he was saying about how the waterways needed to go this way so that it did not run back down to the farms below and drown out the crops, and all this mathematical computations related to the stars, and how there was going to be a grand event, but then they just lost their head and their heads started rolling down to the water.
One of the wisest of Dipsy Ipsy came and said, “Dear Sir, if you keep knocking off our heads, we won’t have a head to stand on!”
The great Prince said, “How dare you speak to one as I in a tone of such demure incantation, how could you ever be as rulely as I, in a land such as Dipsy Ipsy?”
And the Princess, having heard of this pompous prince who spoke from his feet, which was really an allegory for a location we will not mention here, decided that she would take up her head and speak to him upside down so he could finally see the Truth right side up!
She said to the Prince, “How can such a right side up man ever understand a land who is upside down, and if he refuses to stand on his head to see things upside down, how then can he see things right side up! Truly this is a Prince who has no idea of upside down things, and certainly not right side up things, but wants to understand the upside right side down things that he thinks he are upside right!”
The Prince, furious and turning red, replied to her, “Oh you Princess, who is it you speak to in this tone! For if I had a head to stand on, I might see things right side down, but I am not to stand on my head, cannot you not see it sits on my shoulder, and so being the only one here whose head is attached to his shoulders, I am the only one who sees how upside down this whole place is!”
The Princess, not concerned at all, said very politely, “Sir, if you had a head to stand on, you might be elevated enough to see that our world is not upside down, but right upside the down side of the right, right down on that hill over there, and if the water were to go upright, then the people would drown, and if we did as you said, the water would go the other way, because all things are Topsy Turvy here, so your explanation of thinking our water would go in the way you say is completely false, having not a head to stand on, you cannot see that all water here goes backwards, and so you are wrong in your explanation of our waterways, further more, having not a head to stand on, dear Sir, you cannot see that you stand before the Princesss of Dipsy Ipsy, and so have not a head to speak like a gentleman! All uproarious!! You are!”
The Prince, completely beside himself, having lost his head from all the talk of Dipsy Ipsy, upsy downy, lefty righty, and lofty ofty, his head came completely off his shoulders, and fell to the ground, which he then stood on, and said, “This is the sacred land of Dipsy Ipsy! I have been searching for you all my Life! Where have you been?”
The Princess replied, “Ah Sir, now you have a head to stand on, and so you see, that we have been here all along, but with all your head sitting on your shoulders, you carried too much weight to be in the land of upsy downies!! Now go, and play with the brownies!”
“And that is the story of how The Elven Princess Constance found her beloved Prince, Mom!”
“And what story will you have for me tomorrow Constance?” said Mom, “I can hardly wait!”
Constance replied, “I don’t know Mom, I haven’t stood on my head long enough.”
Copyright @ Lesley’s Grand Adventures With the Faeries, Book 1 (tentative title)
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18 Apr 2012 - 12:18pm
I am Lesley, it is absolutely blessed to be with you on the occasion of yourselves, there is so much of you to go around, and now you are so beginning to realize it. I so love to love you, do you know that ?
There is a faery in you, a faery in me, and a faery that abides beside the Tree, but don’t go knocking down the Tree, for you never know what kind of faery you might see!
We are always blessed to be with you, in all the moments of your lives, even when the stillness comes to embrace the reunion of your two divine halves with the unique spiraling whole!
The community that you are within, and around you, and between you, and before you, is ever growing more vast and present, as new ones, young ones, and sometimes old ones. *laughs* Come to greet you, as if to say, “Aloha, dear ones, I am here!”
This has been an amazing week for us, we are always moving into various places, uniting the different energy of the grid to make way for a more peaceful, light, and loving Gaia, and she is becoming more lighter, all the time, flying so high in the air of love and blessed creation!
You are so love to, each and every one of you, do you know that?
The faeries are always out in nature running amuck, working with the squirrels to sell nuts to the local inhabitants, creating all kind of glamours, and sometimes sewing up dresses at night just so people will have something to wear in the morning, but oops, sometimes we do not sew it up all the way, and then when people go out into the marketplace the dress comes undone! And then the person who was beneath, comes out for all to see!!
We faeries like to do that a lot, because it is always fun to see the unexpected, become expected!
We hope you are having a wonderful uniting with you in these coming times of joy, and we hope that you laugh, laugh, laugh, and live, live, live. Always connected to your Sacred Faery Heart, and to your Sacred Earth Chakra Portal, that Portal that connects you directly to our Beloved Mother Gaia!
In the Arms of the Angel, you find all you need, and more!
I am Lesley and I love you.
Blog entry
16 Apr 2012 - 8:20pm
CHOOSING A WIFE
moralsandethics.wordpress.com
Seeing that his mother was in a good mood, Ahmad sat near her and
said, ‘Mother, I have an idea which should bring you much joy.” His mother
answered eagerly, “My son, all that you give me makes me happy. What is on
your mind?”
“You know,” he told her,
“I have finished my studies and can afford to begin a family. I have
decided to marry.”
His mother’s face brightened with
a smile. “This is very good news! I have long awaited such a day,” she
told him. “How often I have wished you would marry one of your cousins.
Praise be to Allah that you have made this decision before it is too
late!.” Ahmad exclaimed, “Before it’s too late? What do you
mean?” “Your cousin Maryam is now old enough to marry. Every day
there is someone visiting her home, seeking her hand.”
Ahmad sat silently for a moment
and said, “Then why should we bother her suitors?”
“What do you mean, Ahmad?,”
asked his mother, dismayed.
“My cousin Maryam is not fit
for me.”
“Why not? No, my son, you’re
mistaken. I shall go and see about your engagement tomorrow,” his mother
told him.
Ahmad frowned and said, “No,
mother. Please do not do such a thing. I will not agree to this.” “When
she becomes your fiancé, you will feel love for her. Put aside your fears.
Maryam is beautiful, and she has a respectable job.”
Ahmad disagreed, “No. This matter
only concerns me.”
Ahmad’s mother thought for a
moment and said, “If you dislike Maryam, then there’s my brother’s daughter.
She is as beautiful as Maryam, and she has inherited a large sum of money from
my brother.
“Mother, please think about
this matter from my point of view. I need someone to share my life, not a
business partner.”
His mother became angry and
sharply asked, “What’s wrong with my niece? Why isn’t she good enough to be your
wife?”
Ahmad replied, “She is not a
practicing Muslim. I want a Muslim wife.”
Ahmad’s mother laughed
sarcastically and said, “You speak as if you were an angel who could only
marry another angel. Why don’t you stop saying such nonsense, my son? You are
an educated young man, you should give up your impossible ideals.”
“I am neither an angel, nor do I
seek a saint for a wife. I am a Muslim believer looking for a girl who also
believes in Islam.” replied Ahmad.
Ahmad’s mother told him, “I don’t
know any girls who share your ideals.”
He said, “I know someone who
measures up to my expectations. “
Startled by this admission,
Ahmad’s mother asked, “You know someone? Who is she? Since when do you begin
friendship with girls?”
Ahmad answered quickly, “I didn’t
mean that I know a girl personally, but I know of her.” ” I
see,” she said. “You have already chosen your wife. Who is this lucky
girl?” “Mother, please be more understanding. I hope you will take my side
and persuade father to agree with my choice.”
This appeal to Ahmad’s mother
softened her, and she said, “I swear that I think only of your welfare. I’ll
help you. Tell me, what are this girl ‘s qualifications?”
Ahmad told her, “Nothing matters
except the religious aspect. She is Muslim, and wears complete hijab.”
“Oh, then she is uneducated!” “No, she has a high school
education and her religious knowledge is extensive.”
Then his mother asked, “What
family is she from? Do I know them?”
“She is from a good family
known for their piety”, Ahmad told her. “Of what use is a well-known
family if a girl has no Islamic morals?” He silently beseeched Allah to
give him the patience to overcome his mother’s resistance. “A happy
marriage doesn’t depend on fame or wealth. Happiness stems from spiritual
nearness and mutual understanding.” Then, in a different tone of voice his
mother asked,
“What does her father do for
a living?” “He is a grocer,” Ahmad replied.
“A grocer?!”, she
exclaimed. “Yes. He is a grocer and a very righteous man. He is the head of a
happy and virtuous family.”
Ahmad’s mother interrupted him,
“You are the son of a wealthy man; with your college degree you wish to marry a
grocer’s daughter? What a shame! Yet you ask me to assist you! If I had chosen
the daughter of a jeweler, how would you feel?”
His mother replied, “There is
a big difference between a jeweler and a grocer.”
“The only difference is with
regard to the substance. The former sells rings and the latter sells sugar.
Both work in order to earn money,” Ahmad answered.
His mother lamented, “Imagine
your father’s reaction to this news! “
Ahmad said firmly, ” This is
my desire, either you help me or I’ll do it myself.”
He spoke so seriously that his
mother laughed mockingly, saying, “Does the matter require a great effort?
The least move you make, they will give their daughter to you gladly.”
Ahmad shook his head in doubt and
said, “Wait and see!”
“What an odd situation this is! Am
I to present my son to a grocer’s daughter? What special beauty does this girl
possess to make you blind to every other consideration?
“I have not yet seen her,” Ahmad said.
“Then how do you know she’s not ugly?” asked his mother.
“I know she is not. As far as
good conduct is concerned, physical beauty is of little importance.”
“Oh Ahmad, my amazement never ceases.”
The next morning, Ahmad told his
father of his intentions. His father became angry, but Ahmad remained
determined to marry the woman of his choice. Finally his father agreed and
Ahmad asked his mother to visit the girl’s home to make the proposal and
overcome any obstacles.
The following afternoon Ahmad’s
mother, accompanied by his oldest sister, went to the girl’s house. On the way
there, Ahmad’s sister asked her mother what the girl’s name was. Her mother
replied, ” I forgot to ask him! “When they knocked on the family’s
door, they were surprised to see a beautiful young girl open it. The girl was
surprised to see the two unfamiliar women, but she showed them into the living
room and went to tell her mother that they had visitors. Her mother welcomed
the guests and waited for them to explain the reason for their visit. After
exchanging greetings, Ahmad’s mother asked who the young girl was who had
opened the door. “It was my daughter, Zaynab,” she replied. “Do you
have any other daughter?” asked Ahmad’s mother. “No, she’s my only
daughter”, replied her mother. Ahmad’s mother and sister were delighted to
learn that the beautiful girl was Zaynab. Just then, Zaynab entered with coffee
for their visitors. She sat next to Ahmad’s sister and they soon found much to
discuss. Then she collected the empty coffee cups and left the room.
Ahmad’s mother began, “We
have come with a blessed aim. We would be happy to have your daughter Zaynab as
a wife for my son.” She praised her son for his intelligence, his good
looks and his wealth, but she neglected to mention his firm Islamic beliefs,
which was very important to Zaynab’s mother. Therefore, Ahmad’s mother was
stunned when Zaynab’s mother shook her head slowly and said, “I’m very sorry.
It is difficult for me to agree to this proposal; in fact, it’s
impossible.” With much surprise, Ahmad’s mother asked, “What is
impossible?”
“My daughter is still young. I’m
sure your son can find a girl who suits him.” Ahmad’s mother protested,
“But Zaynab suits him well! Would you be kind enough to justify your
refusal?”
“I only have one daughter, and I
should be sure of her future married life.”
“But Ahmad is well-off financially,”
said his mother. “He is an engineer!”
Zaynab’s mother replied, “Zaynab
would not marry someone because he is wealthy or has a college degree.”
Ahmad’s mother was at a loss for
words. “Then what will ensure your daughter’s happiness and consent?”
“When a mother looks for a wife
for her son, she should mention her son’s conduct.” said the mother of Zaynab.
“My daughter is a committed Muslim. She wants a Muslim husband, and
remember, my daughter wears hijab, and your son may want a modern wife, who dresses
like his mother and sister.”
Ahmad’s mother laughed with relief
and told her, “You’re correct. I haven’t mentioned his conduct. I thought that
other aspects of his character were of more importance. My son is a faithful
Muslim. He is, in fact, looking for a wife who observes hijab. Be sure that my
appearance (un-Islamic clothing) is not to Ahmad’s taste.”
Zaynab’s mother also smiled and
said, “You should have told me earlier! Please give us your address so we
can visit you and learn more about your son.”
“We hope you can come early
next week,” said Ahmad’s mother.
Ahmad was waiting anxiously for
his mother’s return.
As soon as she and her daughter
returned home he asked “Well, mother? How was your visit?”
“It was very strange,”
she replied.
“What was strange?”, he
asked. “Has anything bad happened?”
“Oh no, Ahmad. But I never
expected such a thing,” she answered. “Then they have refused?”
Ahmad’s father said, “How could a grocer’s daughter refuse a wealthy young
man?”
Ahmad’s mother turned to her
husband and said, ” They did, in fact, refuse…”
“What! they refused?” asked
the father. “I spoke about Ahmad’s good qualities, but I didn’t mention
his Islamic morals. My appearance also caused her to decline my proposal
because her daughter is a very faithful Muslim. When I realized their
objections, I told them that you are a true Muslim as well. I have come to
respect them very much. They don’t care about status or wealth.”
“Have you seen the girl?”, asked
Ahmad’s father.
“Yes, she is lovely and
polite. Ahmad is a lucky man to have made such a choice.”
The following week, Zaynab’s
family paid a visit to Ahmad’s home and plans were made for the upcoming
wedding. They were soon married and there was much rejoicing.
Blog entry
14 Apr 2012 - 7:04pm
Awaken, O God-Self!
(A message from Awareness to Itself)
by Timothy Conway
Once upon a Timeless Now, in the Infinity of No-Space,
You emanated, for no reason other than pure Delight,
a fabulous dream-like universe of objects, a world of apparent “things.”
Having conjured some very interesting forms,
You thought (ha!) it might be rather entertaining to jump into Your dream,
and to seem to lose Yourself in it as one of the limited forms
—in this case, the human being You chronically think of as “myself.”
At any time You can awaken from the dream of “me” to realize that
You are not the body-mind persona, but are, in truth,
the Divine Dreamer, the Supreme Source of all,
the Absolute “No-thing” of Luminous Pure Spirit from which all “things” arise.
Divine Being is Your Truth.
You are This.
How do You awaken? Just notice:
You are already Awareness, not a “me” or a “thing.”
All sense of being “inside” a body or a mind drops away.
You float free as unbounded “no-body” and “no-mind”—Pure Awareness,
prior to and beyond intentional consciousness,
transcending all forms, yet immanently within all.
Body-mind spontaneously functions and lovingly serves all beings
according to Tao, the Divine Will, the Natural Way.
You are content, at peace, abandoning selfish fascination
for the various dream-objects (consciousness disguised).
All binding likes and dislikes that could have fixated attention have dissolved.
“Be still, and know that I am God.”
You remain as this pure, open I,
not narrowly identifying with “I am this” or “I am that.”
You abide here & now as simple, unbounded Infinity.
You are always already Free,
Pure Divine Spirit, Boundless Intelligent Space,
Absolute Being-Awareness-Bliss-Grace,
the Fullness and Ecstasy of Love.
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12 Apr 2012 - 5:19am
Oh, I cant wait to jump from a diving board into my olympic size bed. Sink into the soft silk blankets and puffy cotton cloud cushions. Lay back, breath out, and dream of a sparkling love in a magical realm as I am lulled and persuaded into sleep. My heart will float away as the silver moon guides it through the beautiful darkness. Tonight I will be in heaven.
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11 Apr 2012 - 2:33pm
The First Mix - Has a couple of littl epops here n there but overall a smooth mix
Cache of Yeshua by Christoscentae
Enjoy
Much Love
Ryan
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11 Apr 2012 - 1:53am
Sometimes the simplest answer is breathe
inward, towards a more centered form of being
the quickest healing is to live clearly
the truest form of answer is… yes. maybe. wait and see.
there are fewer guarantees than options on the wheel
ever turning in its grandeur
cross ways, side ways, back ways, high ways
many more options than balance discretely
yet we are wise to find its likeness there
some fragment of healing and right
some semblance of understanding
choosing peace over an imminent flailing
in the breathing in and out and down and through-
the pain can stop, the letting go begins
the struggle ending, resistance unhinging
while heartily our humanity continues…
freely willing it to be as much
with each and every grateful breathe
with every mutter
with every glance at distant perspectives
therein lies the sanity for the savoring
the release and the freedom to fly while the earth sorts her reasons
we are not those blessed makers of eternity who’s very charge it is
to know
we simply are, we live,
and breathe
that is enough
the rest has left itself to gods and rays of light to distinguish between
and all is as it should be.
By. Rachael Ehrlund
Originally posted @ http://www.birchnest.com/2012/02/12/solus/
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10 Apr 2012 - 7:59pm
Love's Philosophy
By, Percy Bysshe Shelley
The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by law divine
In one another's being mingle;--
Why not I with thine?
See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another
No sister flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;
What are all these kissings worth
If thou kiss not me?
I found myself sighing after I read it....what a silly romantic I am; so deeply in love I am with someone who has been apart of my life in just about every existance. Its only a matter of time before we meet once again...another sigh. I am flushed with the love I hold and pining to share with my special someone.
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9 Apr 2012 - 11:27am
Late Have I Loved You
Late have I loved You
O beauty every ancient, ever new!
Late have I loved You
And behold,
You were within; and I without,
and without I sought You.
And deformed I ran after these forms
of beauty You have made.
You were with me
And I was not with You.
Those things held me back from You,
things whose only being
was to be in You.
You called; You cried;
and You broke through my deafness.
You flashed; You shone;
and you chased away my blindness.
You became fragrant;
and I inhaled and sighed for You.
I tasted
and now hunger and thirst
for You.
You touched me;
and I burned for Your embrace.
~St. Augustine
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8 Apr 2012 - 10:54am
Now we feel the pull of tides, the undertow and its power
The ceaseless calling heard by strays or life’s other abandoned.
I took you to the heart of it, driving over mountain and desert valley
Breeching the Andes in a folly of light snow, crossing it like nomads.
The ancient pathway of Incan escape, I tried with all our common history
To show you how, very near this place, I had gone on like a scout without you.
It was late in our journey when you finally visualized I would forever be missing.
When we descended the twenty-nine switchbacks and avalanche tunnels
Near the far reaches of my solitude, it was there in that strange country
That all the years married to our struggle began to make some sense.
As evening darkened this first leg of your eventual four leg journey homeward
I saw all of our time, just then in you, an epiphany as I dropped you at the airport.
Standing stunned and tired, your luggage at your feet, this will be my immortalized image.
In that swollen instant we lost our way, our very life together vanishing into a freed universe.
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7 Apr 2012 - 2:48am
Ever- So why is this planet so boring?
Inner ideas- What planet?
Ever-well I am talking about planet earth?
inner ideas- You do know that there is many planets out there right.
Ever- stop being a smart ass!
Inner ideas- funny you say that even a donkey knows the different between the stars and sun! Yet you couldn't come up with a simple description of your idea...
Ever-Well humans tend to think too much.
Inner idea- Well stop it! learn to seek quietness and peace then thinking too much. Planet earth is filled with so much crazy that
people drown in it.
Ever- well its not my fault people tend to be crazy and really ignorant.'
Inner idea- well its not. learn not to judge others since you judge yourself. I am sure i taught you not to think about self. I have taught you to see how connected you are with everything?
Ever-Yes you have. But its truly annoying trying to hear about peoples issues and their lack of breaking away from this corrupted system. I had enough handling their crap about everything yet you say not to judge damn it!
Inner ideas- Well stop it. Maybe you should see within to find the needle that sticks within your heart that reacts when others do something. Doing this is also a start of cleansing you know -_-'
Ever- it gets boring trying to do all this spiritual stuff. Especially when i see and feel peoples crazy thoughts and knowing how much they are brainwashed to the point where reality is now being mixed with lies and deception.
Inner ideas- Know this many things are happening. Many people are starting to feel change. Maybe you started to fall behind and gave up! have you not?
Ever-To be honest with myself yes i have. I feel like nothing to do. I feel worthless yet i feel like i know i need to do something important. It sucks knowing nothing about the truth about what the hell i am.
Inner ideas- Well know yourself. Why are you so filled with these question? why not live it. Stop trying to find answers when clearly the ocean is filled with sea life. Its like trying to find the sun, when it takes a simple notice and look up @_@. Goodness humans are truly crazy and unique. Funny is that humans are powerful but behave like monkeys. Its also mesmerizing to know humans say that they came from monkeys. Knowing how many humans do things i would believe that 100%. Humans are monkeys @_@.
Ever-well then im going. I doubt people will have any interest in what I am feeling and wished to express. Thanks for giving me a opportunity to write down all this.
Inner ideas- Why you doubt about yourself and what you think. Learn to accept and love it for what it is. Even if you think you are making things up. The human race have a wonderful Imagination Yet many of you don't Understand how powerful this imagination is! I am sure a great physicist Have used his imagination to understand the boundaries of this universe. So love this abilities. Many of your kind would love to use imagination and shall they understand this beautiful gift. Its from creation itself this gift. Use it and everything you experience will be blissfulness life and abundance. Well then i will leave you and be here in your imagination so you can call me anytime my dear friend. Bye bye!
Ever- Um weird but thanks take care......you i wonder whats your name
Inner ideas- Well give me one and i should love it. Your planet is filled with so much labeling i wonder how you souls do not get confused @_@.
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6 Apr 2012 - 5:40am
There's a wind in my heart
It begins to catch a tempo
I know I shall be led somewhere beneficial
Whenever the wind blows
To the end I am guided
Completing an old destiny
The wind says my life shall be fulfilled
As it calls to me
Sun in the heavens
May thine light grace the earth
Sight is returned to those who listen
As the shadows fade away
There is a wind in my heart
As the earth begins to see
Shadow shall exist no more
As it calls to me
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4 Apr 2012 - 7:00pm
4/4/12 Grace
Grace descends upon this plane
A lively connection of light
Amongst the reeds, the wind and the gulls
Comes complete joy and delight
The gift of grace
Descending upon me, as I bask in the sun and sand
Before me comes another, a being of other lands,
Before me this being dances, splashing with youth and pleasure.
And so lies the connection,
The observance and feeling of grace.
With this being comes much unity, peace and certainly my place.
I belong here. This is who I am.
For this is my truth, to be one with other dimensions,
As it is displayed here on this plane, accept this glory of grace.
Accelerating my process of place.
Here on the marsh, the osprey dives with power and complete knowing.
The dolphin being brings wonder, playful magic and delight.
These ancient energies of knowing and joy come as a mirror of your light.
This mirror before you, splashing about is increasing your sight.
Creating a beautiful harmony, a tone of cosmic joy,
That reaches into the depths of your knowing soul.
Accept this love and oneness, on this warm sunlit day,
for it is truly who you are.
It is the core of creation and being and knowing you are the star.
** see the photo of my first experience with a baby dolphin named lotus! Christ energies displayed in the photo as light. see it at http://theancientone11/blogspot.com
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4 Apr 2012 - 1:41am
Oh great Cosmos, to you I surrender
In complete trust I give myself
As I am surrounded by all the light in existence
All shall prosper
Around and around I spin
An orbit that shall continue
Even when my body fades away
I shall live
The beginning is nigh as Earth aligns
My heart is guided to the truth
Blessings to all that surrounds me
I give myself to cosmic love
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2 Apr 2012 - 2:55am
In the distant memory of my heart, I remember a time when I was truly happy, not a happiness
acquired by material possessions, or someone else's approval, or having 'another' by my side.
A happiness that is my spiritual Self - with me throughout eons of time - accompanying me on many
incarnations on earth, often covered up by earth's scenarios.
The time has now come for life to return me to my heart where my essence has always lived.
No event, no person, no disasters, no interfering of any kind can ever take this essence
or this divine home away from me.
As life's scenarios continue around me, I live within, totally undisturbed.
Why are others looking for their paradise outside of themselves?
Then I remember the many days, months and years that I did the same, until............
The humble snail sends us a message by always carrying his home around with him.
The trees stand steadfast and noble, showing us their silent strength.
Being a home for the many birds and animals that take shelter on and within them........
just Being of loving service. Their hearts are pure and have no 'other agenda.'
Yes, returning to my essence is also seeing this purity within the heart of mother
nature that surrounds us. Mother nature is teaching us something..............
living in our own essence of pure Love and BEing One with ALL.
Love and Blessings,
Written by Me *~~
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31 Mar 2012 - 12:20pm
Hey there dear Lighty friends,
I don’t know about you guys, nothing seems to be really resonating with me at the moment, what resounded with me yesterday, means absolutely nothing to me today. So I thought I would tell you this yarn (tale – true story) regarding the shenanigans of the continuations of my immediate family dynamics and escapades.
The infamous anecdotal and factual life accounts of the Katzinsacks.
I guess it’s been a while since I talked about the Katzinsacks (this name is a kind of ‘term of endearment’ that we use to describe our family – because when we usually come together, that’s exactly what it’s like – a whole lot of ‘cats in sacks’ fighting to get out lol). Mr. and Mrs. K, we refer to as my mum and dad, whilst attempting to protect the names and identities of the guilty heehee.
So I’ve had the pleasure of Mr. and Mrs. K, visiting me for the last few days from Sydney. It’s been really quite lovely having them around actually. I’ve delighted in coming home from work, to find the house spotless and spick n span (Mrs. K is a pedantic housekeeper), my linen cupboard and Tupper Ware drawer are all in complete order, a delicious home cooked meal was waiting for me as soon as I walked in the door. Nobody can cook like your mum. Mums are definitely the best cooks. Mr. K, kept himself busy in the garden, cleaning up around the place, painting the beams supporting the carport, pruning back shrubs and trees, preparing the garden for winter etc. They really have my home looking lovely. So I thought I would repay their generosity and hard work by taking them out for dinner and a movie. They really enjoy the movies (or ‘the pictures’ – as they like to refer to films – they’re really quite old fashioned I guess). So I planned the outing for yesterday, Friday evening. My treat, I explicitly informed them, dinner and the ‘pictures’ are on me. I thought it was a simple, appreciative gesture, before they leave to visit my sister today (She’s The Golden Child of the family, as Mr. and Mrs. K are devout Austral/Irish RC’s – I’m referred to as ‘The Pagan Child’ and my brother ‘The Biker’)
I should have known better, than to take Mr. and Mrs. K to the ‘pictures’, as the last time we ventured out to the movies as a family, was a few years ago for the Boxing Day premier of ‘The Titanic’. My daughter bought seats for the entire family as a Xmas gift, to watch the opening of this blockbuster of a flick. During this family outing, I have never felt so humiliated in my life. Dad was just starting to go a bit deaf at the time, so he would speak really loudly, thinking he was talking quite normally – he used to almost shout. So here is Mr. K, sitting right next to me, with all the rest of the Katzinsacks all lined up in a row. Just at that poignant and heartbreaking monumental scene when Rose releases Jacks hands and Jack slips quietly beneath the water to his death, you could’ve heard a pin drop in the theatre, besides a few sobs here and there. Next thing, Mr. K, scoffing on his choc coated ice cream, thinking he was whispering to me quietly, says very loudly ‘I bet Jack regrets winning that bloody ticket now!!!’ Well I could’ve shrunk under my seat. However the whole theatre heard him and erupted into fits of uncontrollable laughter, just took away something from that part of the movie. I haven’t been able to watch Titanic since, without being somewhat amused during that part of the flick.
So I get home yesterday from work, I planned to take them to see the 6pm session of the movie ‘A Dangerous Method’, early dinner at Toscani’s (nice simple little Mediterranean restaurant, very quick , reasonable prices and very good service), situated close to ‘the pictures’ at the local Plaza of our shopping mall, the Hyperdome.
I walk in the door and Mr. K is sitting in the lounge chair. I say to Mr. K ‘So you’re ready Dad? Where’s Mum?’ Mr. K’s response, ‘Yep, I’m ready – your bloody mother is in there primping and preening herself like a bloody peacock as usual, I’ve been waiting for her for the last friggin half hour’. I yelled out, ‘Come on mum – we will be late for dinner, if you don’t hurry up’. She responds ‘O for the love of Jesus, Mary and Joseph – I’m coming’. So out struts Mrs. K, in all her finery, crown jewels and all, done up like a ‘dogs dinner’. She takes one look at Mr. K and says, ‘for the love of God, I’m not going anywhere with you looking like that’. Mr. K, appeared somewhat bewildered, says back ‘What’s wrong with the way I look?’ As far as I was concerned, dad looked fine. He was wearing a crisply ironed flannelette shirt and jeans, with very presentable suede shoes. I thought he looked quite respectable. Mrs. K sternly responds, ‘You’re wearing your old jeans – you look like one of those rogue street hoodlums, people will think you are out to mug them, go on put your good jeans on NOW?’ Mind you, dad would have to be the oldest ‘rogue street hoodlum’ I’ve ever come across, he’s 80. So he begrudgingly went and changed into his ‘good jeans’, personally I couldn’t tell the difference between his ‘good’ jeans and his ‘old’ jeans. Apparently though, Mrs. K could lol.
After approximately five minutes of arguing, who was going to sit in the passenger seat in the front of the car, as I was driving, dad jumps in beside me. So we gets in the car, we’re half way down the driveway, Mrs. K, perched up in the back seat as if she was being chauffeured around like Elizabeth Taylor, yells out in absolute panic. ‘Stop, stop the car – I’ve forgotten the Esky (ice box) – Tom (Mr. K) you run inside and get it. I’ve left it on the kitchen bench, near the sink’. So I stop the car, dad obediently jumps out (because he knows better not too when given a royal order lol) to retrieve the Esky. I say to mum, ‘What do you need the Esky for?’ Her nonchalant reply was ‘Well, I thought I would make some sandwiches and a thermos of tea for dinner, save you some money sweetheart’. ‘Mum that was absolutely not necessary, I was looking forward to taking you and dad out to dinner – besides they won’t let you into the movie theatre with an Esky’. The unlikely response from Mrs. K was, ‘Well we can have a bit of a picnic in the Plaza before we go into the ‘pictures’ – anyway, it’s too late now, I’ve already prepared it all’. Well what could I say? What could I do? Mr. and Mrs. K, boast about their thriftiness because they are both pensioners.
So here we are, sitting up in a busy Plaza of the Hyperdome, perched on the edge of the fountain, eating egg and lettuce and tomato and cheese sandwiches, washed down by a good strong cuppa tea. Actually, it was quite nice, even if it didn’t seem conventional by today’s standards. Soon after our little impromptu picnic, it was time to go and purchase our tickets for the movie. The cinema was packed, particularly with school kids, as it’s the commencement of the Easter school holidays here in Queensland. I left Mr. and Mrs. K, sitting on one of the couches in the cinema foyer whilst I lined up for ages to get our tickets. By this time the foyer bell was ringing, to alert everybody of the pending commencement of the next movie sessions. So I go over to where I left mum and dad sitting, Mrs. K was sitting up there like QE2 but Mr. K was missing. He was at the ‘confectionary counter’, stocking up on supplies, (Choc Coated ice creams (his favorite), popcorn, Jaffa’s, Fantails and a big bag of assorted lollies etc); he’s always had an insatiable sweet tooth. By this time, the foyer was pretty well deserted. Mrs. K had to go to the ‘ladies’ (all that tea I suppose). So I said to mum, ‘Look, here are you and dads tickets, I will go and get our seats in the cinema’, (I was told emphatically by mum, nowhere near the stairs and grab aisle seats, so she can manage to get out if she has to go to the toilet, if she suddenly needs to go. Yeah!!! Yeah!!! Whatever!!! I’ll see you both in the cinema.
I entered the cinema and managed to grab three aisle seats, away from the steps, near the entrance of the cinema, so Mr. and Mrs. K could see me when they entered. So I’m sitting there waiting and waiting, whilst all the previews and commercials were playing, for approximately 15 minutes. Mr. and Mrs. K are a ‘no show’. So I decided to pop out quickly, to see if I could find them. Mind you, there are 12 cinemas in this complex, each screening different movies at the same time. I walk out into an empty foyer. No sign of Mr. and Mrs. K. I checked the ladies toilets - nothing and nobody. Asked the guy behind the confectionary counter, if he could recall serving an elderly gentleman in a flannelette shirt and jeans? Amazingly he could remember dad, apparently he purchased $30 worth of shit. Then apparently dad wandered off down the cinema corridor. He presumed, to go into one of the cinemas. Mr. and Mrs. K, don’t have a mobile phone (well they do – but they don’t know how to use it), so it was pointless trying to ring or text them. I had absolutely no idea where they could’ve gotten too. I started to panic, what if mum collapsed, or dad got ill? So in a fluster, I rang the ambulance. No, nobody had been picked up by ambulance from the Hyperdome Cineplex. Went out to the car park, neither one of them were anywhere around. By this time, 45mins to 1hr had lapsed. So I thought I would go back into the cinema, where we were supposed to meet up. The seats I had saved were gone. So I managed to find a seat way up the back, trying to scan the captive audience, looking for the familiar ‘little vooden noggins’ of Mr. and Mrs. K. I swear I hardly watched one frame of the movie, I was frantic. I was almost going to go to management and request a PA announcement, asking if anybody knew the whereabouts of my parent’s lol. I’d bloody lost them.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the movie finally finished. By this time I had kind of rationalized that Mr. and Mrs. K, had probably gone into the wrong cinema. So I waited outside in the foyer, whilst all the cinemas finally emptied – probably about 1hr. Finally, one of the last people to casually stroll out was HRH herself, Mrs. K, sans Mr. K. I couldn’t believe her reaction. She had the nerve to be furious with ME – for god’s sake. ‘Where in Jesus name did you get too?’ she confronted me. I responded indignantly, ‘Where in the bloody hell were you and dad – I was that worried, I even rang the ambulance, thinking either one of you were suddenly taken ill’. Mrs. K responded, ‘we were in cinema one’, I yelled back, ‘Mum, you should’ve been in Cinema 10, where’s dad???’ ‘O he’s still in the cinema, it was so packed with kids we couldn’t get a seat together, so I sat down the front and he sat up the back. I can’t walk up the stairs to wake him. He’s fallen asleep. He’s nothing but a bloody disgrace; the entire theatre could hear him snoring’. I asked her ‘So what did you see?’ She responded, ‘The Laxette or something or other, silly movie, it was a cartoon’. ‘You mean you watched ‘The Lorax’?’ I responded. ‘Yes that’s the one’, she replied, I thought it was just a prelude to the main feature. I was sitting there waiting for the main picture to start and everybody just got up and left. I just naturally thought it was intermission. I was waiting for you father to come down, but he’s sound asleep and I just can’t wake him’. So I wander into Cinema 1, here it is, Mr. K deep in the land of nod, surrounded by lolly wrappers and all his half eaten goodies around him, mouth wide open, snoring blissfully away.
I roused him from his sleep, ‘Dad, Dad, wake up, the movie is over’, as he stirred, he said ‘Was it a good movie?’ ‘Yep dad – it was great, c’mon time to go home’. Well if we didn’t nearly piss our pants laughing all the way home, I swear I getting them both a tag that says ‘If lost – please return to….’ Can't help but love em to bits.
Much love to you all
Ish )O(
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29 Mar 2012 - 11:31am
Life is truly an amazing teselate, repeating pattern of mulltidimensionality. It exists in layers upon layers, within spheres of spheres. Mirrors of mirrors holding worlds upon worlds.
Everything has multiple layers of existance, and those layers also have multiple layers of existance. The span of focus determines what is perceived and thus experienced. However, the subtle pull from that which is beyond he who perceives perspective its self is ever-present, all-pervading, inwardly and outwardly encompassing creation and chaos alike, which are one in the same, above and below the viewfinder, the very essence of that which rises from nothingness.
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25 Mar 2012 - 5:12pm
http://lightworkers.org/blog/91949/growing-thoughts-intent REPOST
To shift into the Manifestation of Higher Dimensional Earth.
A thought began to grow as I was led to connect to the inverted crystalline pyramid within Lake Tahoe.
Picture yourself as the Vitruvian Man, stretched out horizontally, and creating your own expanded pyramid aiming upwards ,
connected to the 4 pt base pyramid below you, with its apex in Earth's Core . Your Pyramid points its apex to the Highest in the above.
The horizontal merkavic access becomes the information connection to the Universal Consciousness . To create the dynamics of energetically lifting all into the etheric all ready created Earth. This adds an energetic to the crystalline grid system that needs to become infused with the above and below through vortexes, and is, as well, horizontally connected.
Personally, I found that meditating lying down, with my head facing North, led me to experience this more fully. It is a very relaxed and natural way to meditate.
Your central Core lines up more directly to that of the Earth's Core, the Sun and Galactic Core.
The pyramids are connected at the base (wherein you lay) forming the Diamond shape.
Through each apex, light flows in, passing directly through your own heart.
A prismatic bridge of communication and connection forms.
"Mercavic access", the word, came to me to express the action of the Divine Merkaba containing both Vertical and Horizontal communication.
It relates to the spinning of the horizontal axis/plane which draws the Unified Consciousness of matter and antimatter
into Center/Zero Point from above, below and within ; communicating through a Continuous Layer of Ethers, the energy, vibrations and frequencies to All.
The Golden Crystalline Grid becomes a Unified Field of Source Consciousness woven together and fully merging.
The Intent, to create and maintain a higher "energetic plane" which draws, much like a vacumn, All within ItSelf ;
raising and shifting to a higher dimensional plane of cocreation with Source.
The Outcome not to be predetermined, but Allowed to be drawn from the Highest Will and Direction of Source.
This is where Miracles happen, and the UnKnown Creates !
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23 Mar 2012 - 5:10pm
As the world congregates here stands you and I
Suddenly all that dwelled in the darkness
Is illuminated by my dear friend in the sky
A tear cannot help to be shed, for the sun begins to brighten your face
Of all the years that have passed in the night
I reflect in both awe and delight
For eternal dawn has finally risen
Darling, we've made it through the last hour of night
Each time another joins, I clap my hands
Mother's inhabitants are finally awake
Yes, it has taken more time than you can believe
The finish line is being crossed, starting with you and me
Angel wings illuminated in the moonlight
I don't need to see the stars tonight
This lovely sign has told me all I needed to know
Clasp your palm in mine and just dance in the wave
A moon of completion and rebirth,
Two wonderful things in one
What a relief this is the very last night
Before we're exposed to the sun
Candles are lit all over the earth, I see swarms of people
The light is shining from their chests, deep in their hearts
Isn't such awakening simply delicious?
I've waited for this my whole life
On high above and deep below
I hear music emerging from both
Her tune fills the world, transformation is imminent
Laying in the grass, I thank the great Earth woman, she surely does love me
And I feel just the same
Give me a flower for my hair
Beneath the light of morning I've decided to bloom
Behold the magic that lies in my heart
I share it with all of you
Many years ago it was told this would unfold
To see it come to be
You possibly right now cannot imagine
What it all means to me
Tears of happiness I've shed as golden light touched my feet
The sun has risen for all to see
Now keep your eyes on the sky, be ready for the greatest surprise
We all are free
video
22 Mar 2012 - 9:09pm
Believe it or not Björk is the head commander of the incarnated stARSEEDS:
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22 Mar 2012 - 1:58pm
Remembering Our Dream
Remembering our dream of the past
Of whom we were
Only reminds us of what we are now
God is everywhere
We awaken from the dream
Nothing is what it seems
Make me one with everything
Is the soul’s desire to sing
Our essence is the same
Our being-ness
Reflects what we proclaim
Inside the kingdom of eternity
Are we lost in its reality
Who we really are
Goes beyond
Our wildest star dreams a far
To expand, to grow
Changes all from what we know
Tell me now,
What really is my dreams for?
Somehow if we reach our hand out
Our guide is there
Make a place for him
Where once there was despair
Darkness is but
Absence of the light
Our shadow is
A reflection in the night
Written by, Rev. Joshua Skirvin
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21 Mar 2012 - 6:09pm
Happy Ostara everyone! I hope you're enjoying today's energies, I can just feel shifting going on and a greater sense of peace emerging. About this one piece I wrote; it came about mid last month. I wrote it because I separated from my old group of friends as it became very clear to me they didn't understand me nor wanted to. It had to do with sexism and I immediately knew that if they weren't going to accept my views on feminism then they wouldn't understand anything related to ascension or my own spiritual path. So I just decided to leave them in peace and wish them luck on their personal journeys. It's all we can do for others at this time, leave them in peace and respect their path.
The time has come for us to part
I leave you in peace,
I say goodbye with no pain in my heart
For our encounter was a road to be taken on this path of life
So much I have learned with you
This I won't ignore
However with new eyes I've seen you
So I cannot go on together anymore
Take separation in stride
Leave not in sadness
I'll head onto another adventure
To you darling I say, "Good luck and bon voyage"
Where shall I head on from here?
Perhaps up North where the men are strong
Can you lift me up high?
Can't wait to see what's on the other side
Michael hold me as you always have
With your sword of light cut away my strings
Saluting you on your voyage to the end
Have happiness in all your endeavors
With new freedom, and new eyes
I learn something new once more
Thankful for another lesson learned
Ahead on my way I am once again...
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20 Mar 2012 - 6:17pm
Baby, we've surely come a long way
Twirl me around in your arms again and again
Laid close to your chest, my hands on my breast
My heart is satisfied once more
Let freedom ring all around the world
As the bell is sounded for the end
The curtain will fall, we'll move on
Back on home, that's where I'll stay
Tears I've shed a moment ago mean nothing
Sadness passes faster these days
As my spirit remains strong
I'll dance away the time on the clock
So twirl me around again baby
Close to your chest with a hand on my breast
The clock ticks faster as we spin round and round
Mother Earth continues to make a joyful sound
Forced to hide all my life, I'm gonna be free
My last days, I'll stay true to me
Home is where I'll head on back to
As long as I remember to just be
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17 Mar 2012 - 1:48pm
A smile on my lips, where you once caressed.
The slightest touch, a tremble, there beside me you rest.
Sparkling eyes in every brilliant possible color, locked to mine, under a rising moon.
Tickled by the late sweet winds of June, we lay nestled safe in lovers cocoon.
Scented flowers, like lush colorful pearls, they intertwine with our tousled hair.
Together, under the starlit sky, we were again embraced in each others care.
~Tina
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16 Mar 2012 - 10:51pm
The walls of forgetfulness crack, the light grows outwards from me.
Once again I am here to make you all see, what this world could possible be.
As the light crawls, over the barren lands, and into the corners of the lost dimmed souls.
It reawakens.
Peels away the grey filters, which they relentlessly wore, and muted their divine assigned roles.
So raise the sword that have been given to you.
To protect those that are in quest to seek the truth.
~Tina
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16 Mar 2012 - 12:21pm
Arabic and Egyptian Wedding and Love Poems
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Arabic Wedding Blessing
You are my friend. And a friend is one to whom
one may pour out all the contents of one’s heart,
chaff and grain together, knowing that the
gentlest of hands will take and sift it, keep what
is worth keeping and, with the breath of kindness,
blow the rest away.
—ARABIC BLESSING
Muslim Wedding
Ancient Egyptian Wedding Poems
O my beautiful one.
Are you not my health and my life?
You are health to the heart that finds you.
—ANCIENT EGYPTIAN LOVE POEM
I take in as my breath the sweet air that comes
from you.
I witness your beauty every day.
I desire to hear your voice on the north wind each
day so the strength in my arms may be reborn
with your love.
Call for me through eternity, and I will always be
there.
—ANCIENT EGYPTIAN TEXT
To love you is like having a luscious fruit ripening
in my hand,
Like having dates swimming in my honey wine.
The moment lingers.
The taste lasts.
We will remain joined until the end of years.
We will remain together in the endless line of
hours.
We shall join together in this taste of bread and
wine.
—ANCIENT EGYPTIAN POEM
She is the only girl. There are no others.
She is more beautiful than any other.
She is a star goddess arising.
She has captured my heart.
—EGYPTIAN LOVE POEM
Egyptian Wedding
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16 Mar 2012 - 4:03am
This brave earth has lost its footing now.
Collectively we hold our last breath,
Surrounded, everything falling
All the animals, all the birds
Caught in a different light
All the while
The frame is shaking, shaking
As the creatures of the sea are spilt
Into the black verse, the sudden end to all music
As I anchor you to my heart and my soul forever.
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15 Mar 2012 - 7:09pm
AWAKEN TO ASCENSION 2012
Lost and alone on some forgotten by way,
traveled by many but used by few today.
Looking for some way, we can be redeemed in,
Salvation comes from looking deep within.
We think our problems cannot be solved, just too many,
because we fail to recognize what they are, what a pity.
We hide them deep and we hid them well,
so nobody could find them, even in hell.
We were told falsely, that were born in sin,
So we closed the door, waiting to be Born again.
Then when Christ came along, we would be saved,
from the games in our minds, we take to the grave.
There is only one problem, and not the many you see,
there was no sin, a lie told by those in power, let it be.
Our only problem, is that we believed there lies,
we're not separated from God, it’s their demise.
So once we see with true vision from the heart,
we are relieved because we know where to start.
The Truth is within, it's always been there to be seen,
we don't sin per say, we make mistakes that we redeem.
Salvation is when we except forgiveness of what we’ve been,
Guilt, shame and pain are forgotten, along with the lie of sin.
We all have many skeletons in our closet, it is said,
Release them and have peace and joy instead.
We punish ourselves for all our mistakes we made,
we are the gate keeper in this prison, God forbad.
Open the door let yourself out, you are free again,
no more punishment for our mistakes they call sin.
We are loved as the sons and daughters of the Creator father,
Awaken to this good news, except it in your heart, go further.
So now it’s time, let’s put away all of our childhood toys,
and stop with the games in our minds, and all its noise.
There’s only one way to go and that’s for sure, don't you agree
open the door to the light that is within us all, we are free,
Our salvation comes on the wings of a dove,
Shine your light, Love comes from the Creator above.
Awaken now my friend, Ascension is surely near at hand,
see all the glimmering lights that are at your command.
You hold a place, so dear to the heart of mankind,
it sparkles ever so bright, when you let Love in your mind.
It finds its way to your heart that’s been so alone,
to give is to receive, the way has always been shone.
From a distant shore, to a place where you belong,
the great teacher within, sings to you this lovely song.
The Holy Spirit is your guide to all that you seek,
be humble, and open minded to all, be you meek.
For within you and within us all, is a spark of the Divine,
so open your heart and let him in, he's already in your mind.
Doubt not that you are more than what you can perceive,
Divinity is yours and everyone’s, if you but believe.
Soar high my friends across this universe of ours,
Love is the name of the game in these last hours.
You can be anything that you won’t to be, so aim high,
Love is all there is, from earth to the heavens in the sky.
Come home my friend, now that you know that all is well,
you are loved beyond all measure, what more can we tell.
Across the universe and beyond, many are waiting out of sight,
for mankind to ascend and join the Great brotherhood of light.
So open the door to your mind and heart, let us begin,
in this journey without distance, we are all one, go within.
Copywrited; By Rev. Joshua Skirvin 3-14-2012
the dear Reverend is a dear friend of mine, because I have once helped him, reminded him more like it of the writing he does and is gifted to do as his way of connecting to God and sharing in the Light that passes through him; he now shares with me his works when they are completed.
Now that I am better, I am teary today, silly ol me.
Brightest Blessings,
Teaching
15 Mar 2012 - 6:08pm
Do you FEEL a strong pull on your heart-strings to begin a Mission Now?
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Time to Get Serious
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ASHTAR
Channeled Through Janisel
My Dearest Friends.... I come to assure you that things are as they should be. There are great amounts of energy bombarding your Earth at this time and everything is being greatly accelerated. NOW is the time for 'focus'. You who are the bridges between Heaven and Earth are the 'hands and feet' of the Command, so to speak. It is through you that much of our work is done. As I said, much has been accelerated and, although we wish you to remain in a state of joy and lightheartedness, it is now time to put your 'work' in its proper perspective and concentrate on the mission at hand. We are working very diligently to gather the Lightworkers together in order to prepare the general population for what is to come.
This means that each and every one of you are needed at this time to make a commitment in your own heart as to what role you will play in this. In other words, it is time to get serious. We are not asking you to give your lives over to the Ashtar Command exclusively, for you each have many missions and sub-missions that you are here to accomplish. What we are asking, however, is that for those of you who feel your connection to us to band together, so to speak, in order to establish and implement certain 'activities' towards the goals which have been set before us. You have shown that you can do this numerous times, such as in the planting of the crystals and the activation of the grid. This was an excellent example of the Unity we wish for you to achieve, and our heartfelt thanks go to all of you who have participated in this project. Rest assured there will be other projects we will ask you to work on. For the time being, we are asking you to continue in this Unity, and stay focused on the tasks at hand.
Do not let yourselves become 'bogged down' in the mundane affairs of your day-to-day activities. We wish for those of you who are aligned with the Command and its work to use this wonderful email forum to interact with each other in manifesting this bond of Unity. You are held within the gentle hand of All That Is and encircled with the energy of Unconditional Love of such depths that your present consciousness can not truly comprehend its magnitude. We of the Command and the Spiritual Hierarchy are working most diligently to help you and all mankind reach their full potential. As a 'return energy exchange', we ask each of you to now search your hearts and decide what it is that you are capable and willing to do in partnership with us. For you see, we are truly in a partnership in which each and every one must play their part. NOW is the time to begin. NOW is the time to decide your focus.
NOW is the time to dedicate yourselves to the work at hand. We need your hands, we need your feet, we need your voice, we ask your commitment. To paraphrase the words of The Most Radiant One, spoken so long ago, "it is time to be about the Father's business". There is no longer the luxury of time to be spent in petty pursuits, bickering, judgment, or anger. Your time, which we have worked towards for eons, is at hand. Know that, even though you may not see us in your skies, we are most definitely close to you, and send you our deepest blessings and love.
Your Friend and Brother,
Ashtar
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ASHTAR and The Ashtar Command
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MEDITATIONS
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SPACECRAFT in Art Throughout History
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They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles. Isaiah 40:31
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13 Mar 2012 - 6:47am
Winter's Eve
Still, the winters eve, brisk, intoxicating
Icy crystals form, with geometric perfection
The heavens, glitter with dots of light and color
The moon, illuminating the frozen landscape
The earth, sparkling in its icy majesty
Alive! The white owl speaks its wisdom
Bitter, the wind that carries past
Luminous, whimsical, snow of crystalline bliss
Silent I remain, senses filled with winters might
For in the still of winters eve, found, is delight
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12 Mar 2012 - 10:12pm
Greetings beautiful souls!!!
I am so excited to share these tittles, for those of you who may be interested in reading some magical novels. Last year a friend of mine gave me a present, and he knew I would love it. This book called " A Discovery of Witches" by Deborah Harkness, and I loved it, I could not put it down. Now this author is releasing the sequel on July this year called "The Shadow of Night". Check out her website to get more info.
Those who love reading magical books, adventure, romance and much more, should get them. I hope you enjoy them when you are done.
Here is her link: http://deborahharkness.com/
Enjoy your week, and may it be full of opportunities and positive experiences!!!!
Gabriela
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12 Mar 2012 - 4:24am
first a brief note: last year in chile's atacama desert, a crew building a highway there found what turned out to be bones of a pod of whales. seven whales of three different species, to be exact. universities from brasil, chile, the usa, and a team from the smithsonian institute worked on the site for a year before they continued to build the highway... a team from the smithsonian were sent to 3D scan the site. they stayed in a makeshift tent over the bones, sleeping in the desert at night under the clearest sky in the world, sleeping along side whales that were dated 7 million years old. this desert floor had been our ocean then... i was asked by a friend at the smithsonian to write a poem about this. this week it circulated there. i was happy to receive an email from the secretary of the smithsonian which talked about the site, and how pinochet once buried bodies there also, and how the observatory at atacama scans the heavens for the secrets of the beginnings of time... i hope you enjoy my poem... thanks for reading...
whale bones at atacama
This pod of whale bones are the last markers,
The outer edge signpost to a universe 7 million years away.
They show us the way back, our way back,
Back to our beginning from before conceivable time.
Beached to the dry Atacama Desert near Caldera,
This dry, baron sand field was once our ocean.
Baleen whales roamed here,
Their songs carried thousands of miles through ocean conduit.
Whales died here. Here, where we lay our heads to sleep.
Where they sleep, now in the MRI of sand, pressed like a flower
In the book of time, under the stars of all that came before us,
Time lapsed to an infinity of ideas, mingled now with dream.
They show us the way, our way, back to our beginning.
Beached to the dry desert near Caldera,
Inside our makeshift tent we sleep with the whales
Beached now in linear time, lie beside their bones
A freeze-framed heritage of lonesome journey
Until now, in this time, buried in the seven million year sands.
This was an ocean. This dry, baron sand field was an ocean.
Whales roamed here. Whales died here.
Here, where we sleep, where they sleep.
Under the stars of all the gods’ forgotten dreams,
Under this night we share with all ancestors.
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9 Mar 2012 - 10:14pm
Lesson nr 1
*Following your heart*
______________
Today put on your shoes
Put on your coat and step out your front door
First look to your right
Then to your left
Try too feel with your heart which way that feels most right to you
One of these ways will be filled with more colours
It will seem to draw you
It will seem more fresh
Smell better
Sound better
The light will shine a bit brighter down this way
So start walking this way...
As you walk open your eyes and look at the world you walk through
Look at the details on the buildings
Look at the people you pass by
Listen to all the sounds
Take your time and take it all in
Truly see the world
You will come to a place where the road splits
again feel with your heart which way that feels most right to you
One of these ways will draw your curiosity
Feel your heart smiling when you lay your eyes upon one of the directions
Now continue this way
Still remember as much details as you can as you walk
Continue your journey this way into the world that unfolds before you
Every time you reach a point where you have to choose
feel with your heart
Trust in where your heart will take you
At some point you will reach a place where you want to sit down and rest
It will look inviting and comfortable
This could be anywhere
Cafe, bench, sofastore or by the road side
Go ahead and sit down
Look at where you are
See if there is anything interesting here
Truly look at it in detail what ever cathes your eye
Look for the story
Now you shall start writing
You can write on your telephone or on a piece of paper
Describe in detail your journey
Everything you have seen and experienced
Describe the light and the feeling of following your heart
Describe new things you enjoyed to find on your way
Then describe where you are now
Try to tell the story of this place
What ever you found here have a story and you must tell it
It can be something that you imagined happening here
It can be something that is happening right now
It can be the story of a building or a person
It can be the story of a tree
or the road that passes here
When you are done writing your tale you can go back
But keep your eyes open
Still noticing the world
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You have taken the first steps in
*Following your heart*
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6 Mar 2012 - 2:50pm
Aeons ago people forgot, forgot the rememberence of high...
Trynig to see whats left for me, in one, wasted i skrach trough <3
Now my flow ers blow , so I go whit my loot and digg my path trough...
Too many to few whT TO DO......
I am so agetated of what world is all, my naked soul.
Dont show, please tell tell eh a phony?
Hide and seek :) I guess , have a cool week
Whit love
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6 Mar 2012 - 12:28am
I will not, cannot hear the rhetoric of your heart.
Pure intent has no law. Its power comes from calmness.
And love? Love requires no conditions.
Do not stoop to preconceived or fanciful ideals
Or exclude the spontaneity of your desire.
I look at you I know where darkness lived.
I know the hardness of your way. Take this simple hope
And press it like a flower in your secret book.
Mark the day in which nothing was given as sacrifice.
Because pure intent is the sky and joy the wonderment,
The beat of your heart will always be the song of my journey.
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4 Mar 2012 - 7:20am
When I think of the centre of the world
I feel a void
When I think of the centre of the sun
I feel a void
When I think of the centre of the moon
I feel a void
I have been away from communication
I have been away from a creative energy
A friend said feed back has been ringing in the ears
Is a new wave of energy coming towards us
Or is it going away from us
What do you see above us
Who do you feel watches over us
Our world is said to be going through a cosmic storm
Is this storm of our creation
Is this storm made by another form of creation
Welcome to a break in the communication
It may sound like white noise when you are used to silence
Ringing is a sign of your inner body communicating with your outer body
The right side is the stand and fight side
The left side is the safe and nurturing side
Which side rings.
Too many questions and yet all the answers are in our soul
Once we find how to tap into and see our own dna
We become awake.
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2 Mar 2012 - 12:07pm
The Beginning- Loki vs Brigid.
Taking her by the hand he slowly lead towards the waters edge,
in a faint they were under, water swirling through her hair into her soul.
Then there was darkness.
Taking her by the hand she pulled the child free, fire engulfed arid dry.
There was chaos, but there was light.
As the child lay spluttering on the earth an angel whispered into her ear..
'This healing not only comes from depths and from the power of flora,
it comes also from my gift of resonance and of words riddled in foreign tongues.
Poetry and its sibling lyrical music, carries forth healing to the soul and mind
while the body is healed through herbs and water.'
And with that the girl opened her eyes, reborn. Staring into the eyes of her soul in her father.
Realization- I am a Moth
She hears the dangling spoons chime on the sills of the caravans
passing unseen in the night, small brown infants wrapped in
crimson blankets beneath seats, three legged dogs,
the things she wants to forget or has left for others to scavenge.
She has no use for such things.
What she prefers is the scent they leave on the pads of her fingertips, sandalwood and musk.
When the heat escapes the surface of the plain the moth takes off,
darting blindly through the air, always towards the light,
always to find that it is extinguished.
Running after the moth, she falls to the ground
the skin on her knees peeling back like an accordion,
her palms alight. She lies still,
her skin turns to dust as the ghost’s kiss whispers and brushes on her cheek,
the air buzzing, all around her a fog of white moths swarming.
xxx
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2 Mar 2012 - 10:55am
Mother Earth’s Menopause
she is hot, she is cold,
she is angry and bold,
her children’s betrayal,
as they flounder and flail,
rises up from her core,
she will not take more…
her intention is healing,
the life we are stealing,
she’ll accept nothing less,
she will burn off this stress.
she will quiver and quake,
to correct our mistake,
her tears whirl with pain,
in the seas’ hurricane,
she screams “Hear my credo!”
with every tornado,
and here with this flood,
she is cleansing her blood.
she will unfreeze the frozen,
accelerate the corrosion,
of the crimes we’ve commited,
while blind to what fitted.
her moods rise and shift,
as we float off adrift,
she needs our connection,
she’s done with rejection.
she will do what it takes,
to correct our mistakes.
she will restore the balance,
she will use all her talents,
we are just a small part,
of her glorious art,
she doesn’t need to mention,
that if we don’t pay attention,
we’ll be part of the loss,
if we forget who is boss,
and aren’t part of the healing,
the devastation she’s feeling,
take heed to her warning,
this is not global warming,
it is Mother Earth’s cause,
she is in menopause.
Be the Love
Lori/Warrioress of Love
February 3, 2012
Living in the Light or The Light Living in Me
I am all that is in my sight
no more struggle, no more fight
no such thing as wrong or right
I am living in the light
I know the road, I know the way
embody it through out my day
knowing it is here to stay
all is mine to give away
all is one, all is truth
in the aged and the youth
I am the healer and the sleuth
superman with no phone booth
my time is filled with joy and bliss
my mind with only proofs of this
nothing to own, nothing to miss
I travel as a gentle kiss
Hold the Love
Lori Kaiser
February 8, 2012
Sacred Sexuality
the gift of the Mother and Father
the gift of physical Oneness
has been misused as all else has
we have forgotten its sacredness
we have buried it
under guilt and anger and blame
we have taken
the loveliest of the lovely
infused it with false meanings
we have forgotten to pray
we have forgotten to value
we have forgotten how to love
with our bodies
it is not about monogomy
or about men only with women
when sexuality is sacred
the only necessity
is to learn self love first
so to allow this gift of the Mother and Father
to be infused with love
we have used it for our ego’s ends
and created all manner of nightmarish uses
from abusing children
to objectifying women
to performancifying men
this is the rape of the Oneness
the Mother and Father gave us this gift
sexuality
for our remembrance and experience of
the cosmic orgasm that resulted
out of Father Suns’ immense love for Mother Earth
and Hers for Him
which resulted in our own birth
and continues to give birth in
with every shift of our evolution
all that is required now
is to heal our wrong knowings
we must remember the guidelines
of the sacred joining:
first clearing old hurts
love Thyself
then faith
then hope
then trust
then love
then permission
then acute sensitivity
then merging
then pleasure
then gratitude
the Mother and Father want us to Know each other
they want us to heal ourselves, together
they want us to heal the polarity
to know respect and equality
to raise babies in homes
overfilled with joy
as it once was
and will be again soon
Two, in the Oneness
Hold the Love
Lori Kaiser
February 9, 2012
Forgiveness
I forgive myself
for being human
past, present and future
I forgive all
for being human
past, present, and future
I hold in my being
the truth that
hurt people
hurt people
I offer this prayer
to the Oneness
Be the Love
Lori Kaiser/Warrioress of Love
February 10, 2012
Voices In My Head
there are voices in my head
always have been
as a very small child I listened
the voices told me everything I needed to know
lovingly
until social programming took hold
a loud, angry, shaming, controlling, torturing voice took over
many other loud, mean voices joined it
I stopped listening
and started obeying without listening
until my life shifted into nightmare mode
a nightmare that lasted years upon years
till I cracked
into the crack, shone a light
from the crack
I began to hear echoes of the lovely voices
still teaching me everything I needed to know
very hard to hear
over the roar of the mean ones
the mean ones roared
YOU’RE NOT GOOD ENOUGH
YOU SHOULD DO IT THIS WAY
THERE IS ONLY ONE RIGHT WAY
YOU COULD DO BETTER IF YOU TRIED HARDER
EVERYONE ELSE IS BETTER THAN YOU
EVERYONE ELSE IS NOT AS GOOD A YOU
YOU WILL BE HAPPY WHEN YOU HAVE THIS AND THIS AND THIS……….
YOU WILL BE HAPPY WHEN YOU GET RID OF THAT AND THAT AND THAT….
THEY ARE WRONG, YOU ARE RIGHT
YOU ARE WRONG, THEY ARE RIGHT
very hard to hear the soft lovely ones over all that
one day I decided to really listen to the mean ones
their volume decreased immediately
I noticed they sounded like my mother and father
I noticed they sounded like my mean 2nd grade teacher
I noticed they sounded like my Girl Guide leader
all telling me what I should be
as if who I am is not enough
the soft lovely voice got louder
I decided to talk to the mean voices
to discuss the merits and pitfalls of their screamings
they did not like this
how dare I challenge them
I said, how dare you tell me what I am allowed to think, feel and do
they retreated to a corner
the soft lovely voices started singing
I threw a gathering for the mean voices and the lovely voices to meet
I had a fear that the mean voices would kill the lovely voices
out of my mistaken belief that the mean ones were stronger
merely because they were louder
the lovely voices welcomed the mean voices
they sang songs of honour for the protection
that the mean voices provided in my lifetime
they shared spiced wine and fresh fruits and cheese
they sang songs of love
and the end of polarity
and the beginning of heaven in my head
the mean voices began to weep
they wept for a very long time
the lovely voices wept with them
then gathered the mean voices in their arms
sang them a lullabye
and rocked the mean voices gently
as they went to sleep
Hold the Love
Lori Kaiser
February 6, 2012
I wrote this poem when I was 17. It came out whole as a song, melody and all.
The Drifter
The Drifter
he said he was a drifter
a traveller from foreign lands
I could not travel with him
he would not take my hands
he said he was a loner
and then he said to me
I can’t get close to you babe
that’s the way it’s got to be
I said
but it’s gotta be love babe
I won’t settle for less
I’ve been down your road before babe
now I want the rest
he said he’d like to love me
but just for a couple of nights
his body was hot, yet his heart so cold
as he turned off the lights
I knew I shouldn’t be there
my heart was wrecked with fear
for a drifter moves on without warning
and the heart ache stays on here
I said
No, it’s gotta be love babe
I wont settle for less
I’ve been down your road before babe
now I want the rest
I said you’d better go now
before any damage is done
I do not want your body
If your heart cannot be won
for a drifter’s always drifting
and a traveller, travels far
I will not embrace you
If that’s the way you are
I said
Yes it’s got to be love babe
I won’t settle for less
I’ve been down your road before babe
now I want the rest babe yes
now I need the rest
Hold the Love
Lori Kaiser
1977
The Drifter -Two- Becomes One
he said he I want to love you
I want to be your king
I honour all that’s queenly
a rose to you I bring
at love I am unpracticed
I don’t know where to start
I only know….I won’t go
and leave you with my heart
and I said
It’s a long road to love babe
are you brave enough for the mess?
are you willing to surrender
all you are to all the rest?
He said that he was willing
how do I navigate that sea
how do I walk along this journey
yet keep you next to me?
How do I find myself without going
to lands both far and wide?
how do I learn this without travel?
I answered, you must go inside
I said,
It’s a long road to love babe
are you brave enough for the mess?
are you willing to surrender
all you are to all the rest?
I said I have to go now
I’ll be back another day
to love you along your journey
I will never go away
because a healer’s alway healing
and what greater love to heal,
than the love between men and women
a love that we long to feel
I said
It’s a long road to love babe
are you brave enough for the mess?
are you willing to surrender
all you are to all the rest? babe yes
all you are to all the rest.
Hold the Love
Lori Kaiser
February 7, 2012
Lover
I give you my gifts,
all the colours,
of my soul,
the winged insects,
of my curiosity,
the water of my tears,
the feminine blood,
of my creativity.
Lover
I give you the fertile planting ground,
of my mind,
the thorny tendrils,
of my process,
the wild ride,
of my shifting.
Lover
I give you all this,
with a kiss…..
Be the Love
Lori/Warrioress of Love
January 28, 2012
Warrior/Warrioress Song
I have known your warrior
and I have known your king
as a lover and a magician
I’ve known the joy you bring
I’ve watched you keep them buried
under pain and fear and doubt
I’ve watched you try to hide them
so afraid to let them out
and I’ve watched your shadow lengthen
felt your turmoil deep inside
ached with longing at your pretence
when you believed you had to hide
I’ve known your pain and sorrow
when it was hidden from your view
and as you ran from who you are
I knew the pain of loving you
now I watch with hungry eyes
as you bravely ceased to run
as you embrace all that your are
all you feel, all that you’ve done
words cannot say the feelings
flooding the corners of my heart
as I watch the barriers crumble
that were keeping us apart
for I am the woman of your warrior
I am the queen beside your king
I’m the enchantress to your magician
I am the song your lover sings
I’m your counterpart forever
a woman bonded to your soul
this is the truth of our existance
with each other, we are whole
Be the Love
Lori/Warrioress of Love
February 10, 2012
Sacred Wedding
see her there so beautiful
in her dress of white
she waits for him so patiently
see her shining bright
she looks at him
she blushes
her face begins to glow
their eyes meet
ohhhh love’s so sweet
they know
It’s her Day
It’s her Day
It’s Her Day
see him there so silently
waiting by the door
his eyes show that he loves her
he’ll love her even more
he looks at her
he looks away
from such a pretty sight
his heart it is comforted
he knows he’s doing right
It’s his Day
It’s his Day
It’s His Day
They walk
they meet each other
their arms are open wide
their steps are strong and graceful
they’re sure of all inside
for he committment
that they’re making
here for All to see
is one of love
and love will grow
through all eternity
It’s their Day
It’s their Day
Its Their Day
Lori Scott Kaiser/Servant of Love
February 11, 2012
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FULXLzn4Gl0
Be the One Love in Two
Lori Scott Kaiser/Servant of Love
As I Shift To Heal My Rift
as I shift to heal my rift
i remember knowings
love my neighbour as myself
take care of
all my own needs first
in response to the whispers
of my internal guides
then share the love
I create inside myself
with all I meet
male
female
red
yellow
brown
white
and pink
(I am not white lol, my skin is pink.)
I am told
it is better to give than to receive.
this is true
after I have met
all my own needs first
this is the first step
in the giving
I am told
be your your brothers keeper
be all other beings keeper
the keeper of Love
when they are unable to love themselves
and therefore
unable to love me.
I see myself
in my lover
my brother
my sister
my girl children
my mother
my grandmother
my father
my only son
male and female children
my grandfather
all men and women
in my life
then the magic happens
I see myself
in all the colours of me
then I see myself
In all the colours of other
Be the Love
Lori Scott Kaiser/servant of love
February 13, 2012
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=cwae6fL5AUo
Loving Our Human Places
I fart loud
I giggle
my lover smiles at my giggle
I snore
sometimes I wake my own self up
my lover misses my farts and snore
when I am away from him
I am messy
always have been
my lover cleans my apartment
I am overweight
my lover thinks my body is beautiful
my lover drinks too much
I set clear boundaries
His alcoholism is his to heal
He loses his ability
to connect with me
after more than two beers
I send my lover on his way
with a kiss
and welcome him back
when he is sober
trusting the oneness
for my lover’s healing
and my own
Feb 14, 2012
Be the Love
Lori Scott Kaiser/servant of love
Feminine Medicine
Feminine Medicine
is quiet
is heartfelt
is calming
just is
Feminine Medicine
asks nothing
accepts everything
waits always
to be asked
Feminine Medicine
is intuitive
is thoughtful
is gentle
is receptive
Feminine Medicine
uses herbs
uses roots
uses flowers
uses wisdom
Feminine Medicine
is powerful
is invisible
is invincible
is here to stay
Be the Love
Lori Scott Kaiser/servant of love
February 15/2012
Letting Go
letting go
is the hurting side
of free will
my river runs swiftly
more swiftly still
the nearer I am
to the ocean
of our birth waters
he is only just
learning to swim
he fears drowning
he fears death
I understand
I remember
my fear of the current
the terror of realizing
that I did not run the river
I trust its flow now
I cannot stop it
I cannot reverse it
I cannot swim back to him
I can only hold on
to my love for you
and my deepest wish
to one day
meet you in the ocean
Be the Love
Lori Scott Kaiser/servant of love
February 17, 2012
Blog entry
2 Mar 2012 - 9:14am
I, Man and Moon
So much we share in common.
My face etched upon your sphere
Of light and darkness
We stand alone.
Oh, We reflect much light
And thus have inadvertantly enabled
Many a shadow
To be cast before us.
So stark among the stars
We desire so much.
To see and to be seen.
In so doing We have obscured this part of ourselves
Overwhelming them.
Yet, deep is our love
As is the lonliness in our hearts.
Fixed in a steady gaze
Upon a graceful dancing world.
Calling out as the lonely cry of the loon
The bay of the wolf
Sometimes
The voice of a madman.
We are givers of the moody, changing tides
Which testify to our presence.
When even obscured in the dark cycle of our days.
We have spoken to you
And you have heard us.
Veriditas
Blog entry
29 Feb 2012 - 4:01am
I think and I wonder how everybody is doing. Please everyone write down how you are doing. They just announced Oscar Winners. What was the movie that you liked this past year?
Blog entry
28 Feb 2012 - 5:37pm
Love is light
Fear is darkness
Light is information
Darkness is a lack of information
When in the light you can clearly see what is around you,
it is easy to let your love flow
While in darkness it is difficult to see anything,
fear can quickly take hold
See with eyes unclouded
Blog entry
27 Feb 2012 - 10:23pm
The orange hall smelt of sand
I felt like a boat longing for land
Following the dandelions along the path
I came to a woman covered in glass
Her watery eyes were frozen and bright
Reminiscent of moonlight swallowing night
Her hair was golden and made of the sun
And she held out a candle and beckoned me 'Come'
She brought me to a meadow hemmed in with stars
Where forested moonlight bounced off the flowers
The air was thick, silent and damp
And I followed her shadow like a moth to a lamp
Barn owls and nightingales flew from her hair
And fireflies flickered like lights at a fair
I felt like I was sealed in a basket of light
As her touch in front of me dispersed through the night
All around us, spirits did dance
And I walked through the forest like one in a trance
The world was alive, burning and free
The world was alive, and existed in me
We came to a clearing under the moon
And she looked at me briefly and said it was soon
I begged and pleaded her not to go away
But she said to me kindly that I had to stay
Remember this moment, remember this dance
Remember this forest, remember this trance
Don't forget all that you've seen
Don't forget that it's all just a dream
And then she was gone and I was alone
And inside her darkness I made myself home
I went back to the world and lived in disguise
But in the midst of forgetting I still see those eyes
They flash upon me sometimes, when I lie in my bed
And remember the kingdom that exists in my head
I listen to the raindrops that fall on the roof
And smile to myself secretly And rejoice in the truth
Story
27 Feb 2012 - 1:21am
Atlantis ending
I am Rakhealle. I come through now to tell the tale of my incarnated aspect at the fall of Atlantis.
Reah, the crystalline guardian, incarnated to Atlantis to be of service to the crystals, primarily the divine crystal of light which resided in the great healing temple.
My role as crystalline guardian meant my knowledge of the crystals was vast; I had fully integrated my aspect of self who spent many years working with the earth’s crystalline grid. This is a whole other tale.
The dark ones corruption and destruction of Atlantis were taking visible hold. People were becoming fearful, the fear spread like a plague, for to know of those in fear instilled its own fear within you. It was a hard, tragic time for all incarnated at this point.
Jabiha, my love, was my Lyran twin flame. whose role, as always, was that of knowledge. Knowledge in all its forms. We lived in love and service. We were Aware of our mission, after leaving Lyra, to serve mother earth and stop the fall of Atlantis. We lived in love for many years. The bond was strong as always, every waking moment together, every sleeping moment together, we even chose to travel the dream plane together. We were never apart. Every word from him I cherished, every glance, every moment with him was as precious as every other. It was intense, pure love in its fullest form.
The corruption and devious ways of the dark ones intensified, fear turned to the crystals. This I found hard to cope with, I felt a strong protective role towards the crystals. I loved them like my children, the thought of any doubt been placed upon the crystals troubled me greatly. I didn’t like it one bit.
People were standing up, looking for ways to assist and stop the descent. To me it seemed there attention was going to all the wrong places. I had recently read a leaflet, published by a group working to spread knowledge, about the vulnerability to corruption they felt the crystals maintained. The article upset me greatly. I cried and Jabiha comforted me. People at this point were holding regular meetings to discuss what was going on and how to stop it. We decided to go to one where I would speak truths regarding the crystals.
We arrived at the great hall were these meetings took place. I stood at the front and spoke to all who were there. I spoke with passion and conviction, my aim being to restore the confidence of the people. I felt the fear radiating from them. I felt there scepticism. They weren’t convinced. I ran from them, I ran from the hall, the tears pouring from me. I ran and ran when suddenly I was paralysed by a sudden shift in my energy. My energy seemed to jolt from me; the sensation was not a pleasant one. I stopped and turned to the great hall. I saw people, my friends, crowding round and kneeling on the floor. With that moment I felt my heart break in two, I felt it brake and I felt the pain. I knew then, that my beloved, my one and only love, had been taken from us all. I ran back to the hall, my legs barely able to carry me and saw him lying upon the floor. People saw me coming and tried to hold me back. Jabiha was dead. He had been stabbed and killed.
This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, I had seen many, close and afar, having there beloveds taken in order to weaken the ones who came in service to the divine. Words cannot explain the grief and pain I felt in that moment. It came and swallowed me up like an avalanche. I collapsed to the floor and wailed like an animal.
I can tell you from an outside perspective that I was taken and carried home by my brother, the almighty warrior of the light, also called Jabiha. At the time I didn’t remember how I got home. I awoke alone in my mother’s bed. I had been taken to my family home, not the home were me and Jabiha had lived for many years. My mother, sister and one brother were sat in the room. I was confused and disorientated on waking, not sure why I was where I found myself. I looked to my family, saw their faces, and the avalanche returned and I was swallowed up by grief and pain once more. Remembering my loss in that moment was as intense as seeing him lying there, dead upon the floor. I wailed and screamed once again.
My beloved family, although they tried, could do nothing to ease my pain. I stayed in the house with my family, every day the same. I was consumed by grief. I was maddened by it. My life was over. I couldn’t be without him. When sleeping I would dream of him, I would dream he was still here and we were traveling the dream plane. I would wake and move to hold him and remember he was taken from me once again.
I had many friends at this point, I had many responsibilities. People would visit me often and mostly my mother would turn them away. Time passed but my grief didn’t. I would shut myself away. I refused to go out.
My family were a great service to me. My brother and father especially. They both worked in service to the light. They often went away for long periods of time. Jabiha, my brother, changed his work so that he was permanently close to home. He would come to the family home every evening and sit with me. He would tell me what was going on in our community and give me messages from people I had once been close to. He would hold me whilst I wept.
This went on for an Atlantian year, the equivalent of thirty of your earth years now. Eventually, after all this time, I grew restless of the house. I grew sick and tired of been inside. I appeared to be recovering, but within I was no more. I was a shell of my former self. I started going out with my brother. He would go with me every were. The only place I wanted to go was to the healing temple. I missed the crystals there. I seemed to do a good job of appearing to be healed. Everyone was too busy maintaining the vibration of the planet to notice my state of health at this point.
I had developed an aversion to love, the thought of that feeling repulsed me, it made me feel physically sick. I started going out without Jabiha, I would affirm I was free from other people’s attention, it worked, I would walk around seemingly invisible, I would see people I knew approach me and hide away from them before they saw me. This pleased me as I liked to walk but didn’t like to interact with my loved ones anymore.
I started to walk further away from the populated areas. I would explore the surrounding wilderness. It was beautiful. I found old trees and caves.
One day, out walking alone, I came upon a cave. I felt drawn to it; it was hidden from view off the main path, amongst some trees to the left. I sat in the cave. It was a funny old cave, I had the feeling no one had been there before. It was my secret; I could sit there and not be bothered by other people’s kindness.
I started going there every day. I would sit for hours on end. One day, as I sat, I felt a presence behind me. I turned and looked and there stood a man. He wasn’t an Atlantian man, his form was not complete, he appeared to be formed from smoke. I hadn’t seen anything like it before. I wasn’t scared by him; it never crossed my mind that he may wish me harm. He came and sat next to me. There was something about him I recognised, I couldn’t place it but I felt I had a connection to him somewhere before. We chatted about my beloved, he knew what had happened. He told me he had travelled from another realm to assist me, that he had been watching and he knew how to make me feel whole again.
I would go to the cave and see the smoke being every day. We talked about current affairs, what was occurring in the community and on a greater scale. Gradually and very cleverly, he corrupted my mind into thinking that Atlantis must fall. He convinced me that if it didn’t fall my beloved Jabiah had died for nothing.
I told him of my guardianship of the divine crystal of light, he knew I was one of a select few who had access to the crystal. He convinced me the crystal was evil, that it had influenced my community into not caring about my wellbeing. I believed him. My grief turned to anger, anger at the crystal, anger at those who showed me love. I decided the crystal must be destroyed.
I would go to the healing temple. no one seemed to notice me. I would go to were the crystals were kept. I began channelling energy into the crystal with the intent of destroying it. I wanted it smashed to smithereens. After not much time cracks began to show within the crystal. People noticed the cracks and grew more fearful. No one suspected me. Meetings were called that I was expected to attend. I didn’t go. Instead I went to the cave and informed the smoke being of what I was doing. He was pleased. He told me Jabiha would be proud and that I was doing the world a great service.
The next day I returned to the healing temple. I channelled energy into the crystal once again and it broke into three pieces. I quickly left. Once again I went un noticed.
I returned to the cave and there I found my friend, Almaya, dead on the floor. I was shocked to see him there. The smoke being appeared, I demanded to know what had happened, he said my friend had come to look for me and people from the healing temple had followed him and killed him. He told me they had to be stopped, that I had to stop them for the sake of all.
I returned to the healing temple, I was angry and upset. All I knew was that Atlantis had to fall. The words ‘if it doesn’t fall he died for nothing’ swimming in my head. I entered the great hall of the healing temple. There I saw people all around. My head was spinning, my anger was consuming me. I looked to the far wall and saw the sacred blades. I ran to the blades, I grabbed one and I stabbed the nearest person to me. I ran and stabbed another. People started screaming and running. I started screaming like a wild beast. I stabbed as many people as I could. I ran from the temple. At this moment my mind was no longer my own. The energetic connection the smoke being had attached to me was strong. He had taken over my mind.
My father kept a gun for defending the house against wild animals. I ran to my family home and took his gun. I hid and I shot three people walking past. I returned to the healing temple, inside was mayhem, I ran straight through the middle of it and in to the room which kept the crystals. I had no plan at this point, I was maddened. I was what you would call insane.
The door opened behind me, my friend Rain entered. She was mad. I had killed her twin flame, the man who had previously saved her from taking her own life. She was screaming. I screamed back. We both screamed at each other. She picked up a large piece of quartz from the table next to her and smashed me in the head. My skull was cracked. She hit me repeatedly in the head until I was dead.
This in my story of Atlantis, Reah
Blog entry
25 Feb 2012 - 10:39pm
The morning sun warms the car we lean against.
Cool face, warm back and the stillness of the beginning.
The only sound now, the bird song and the rising mountains.
Thank you, thank you my dearest friend for standing here with me.
Thank you for knowing words would be a trespass now.
This land has given me something I have never known in my life.
God can call you and you may not listen, but here, he is light.
Blog entry
25 Feb 2012 - 7:24pm
Prayer for my Brother LightSun Paul Peaceweaver
Creator I beseech you...how do we heal this man's pain
Wounds so fresh
Memory of loving so alive
Smell of her everwhere
Time standing still
Clutching his melting heart
Hearing the whisper of her song
Resisting, frozen, lost, breathless
The clocks have stopped
The butterfly has lost it's way
He holds his heart tightly to her's
Lord I fear the pain so great that spirits are falling
Nothing I feel will heal this melting heart but love,grace..time and tomorrow
Show him where she lives oh Lord
Until..... he knows in his bones... she is here
Alive in him, in the wind, in the stars
In everything that ever was and will be
In the delicate joyful footprint of love she left on his soul
With all her love eternally beating in his chest
The delicate footprints left wherever she walked
Forever imprinted and bound to his heart and soul
Forever to be alive in this world
Whispering.. whispering...Whisperingfire
Quwahia Raven-YoungBear Whisperingfire
Now and everywhere
Always and always........Ashes to ashes. Spirit to spirit...
I pray that my loving spirit brother LightSun Paul Peaceweaver comes to this place through your love and light
For his suffering is heavy in his heart, mind and soul
This heart too suffers with him Great Creator
Lord Hear My Prayer
Mary Bella
Blog entry
25 Feb 2012 - 5:06pm
You Are You For A Reason
written by, Russell Kelfer
found here:www.1saviorforme.com
You are who you are for a reason.
You're part of an intricate plan.
You're a precious and perfect unique design,
Called God's special woman or man.
You look like you look for a reason.
Our God made no mistake.
He knit you together within the womb,
You're just what He wanted to make.
The parents you had were the ones he chose,
And no matter how you may feel,
They were custom-designed with God's plan in mind,
And they bear the Master's seal.
No, that trauma you faced was not easy.
And God wept that it hurt you so;
But it was allowed to shape your heart
So that into his likeness you'd grow.
You are who you are for a reason,
You've been formed by the Master's rod.
You are who you are, beloved,
Because there is a God!
Russell Kelfer
Blog entry
24 Feb 2012 - 10:07am
Theres a corner in my garden
Thats only known to me.
A secret place where I can go
And no-one else can see.
Its hidden by some bushes
And sharp briar thorns abound
The only place on Gods good earth
Where solitude can be found.
To me the place is sacred,
For buried `neath the earth
Lies a thousand lovely memories
That I`ve picked up since birth.
Tho’ thorns of bougainvillea
May prick and tear my skin,
My heart just longs to go there
To meet my kith and kin.
I see in the deadly nightshade
The waxen face of death,
As Dad lay in his coffin
With formalin on his breath.
I climbed upon a foot-stool
And kissed his pallid face.
“Good-bye Dad … God Bless you”
Then scramble off in haste.
The pansies and petunias
Are school girls that I`ve known,
Some soft and warm like velvet.
And some as hard as stone.
The Eva`s and Suzanna`s,
In party dresses bright,
I held them close unto my heart
And danced away the night.
I clutched at straws bewildered,
At a hundred garden gates,
A kiss, a sigh, a quick goodbye
Then went back to my mates.
Those gaudy red geraniums
Like Aunts with mothballed scent
And sparkling yellow sunflowers,
Like Uncles, lawns and tents.
I pick a rose.. a tear appears
And fills my open eye
Oh Joanie… sister, life long friend,
Why did you have to die?
Ah yes, I do have Jasmine
Its fragrance fills the air.
Just like my Mum, her rule of thumb
Was tender loving care.
I see a Scottish thistle
Like a sentinel on guard,
He`ll be my Sergeant Major
Doing foot-drill in the yard.
The khaki bush and chickweed
The tangled weeds between,
All mates that stood close by me
When we served our gracious Queen.
And all these precious memories
I`ve told excepting one,
A lone exquisite orchid
Who`s brilliance blots the sun.
She was my prized possession
My need, my love, my life.
The reason for my living
My ever-loving wife.
Its four years since she left me,
I cry most every day.
But now she sits at Gods right hand
There`s no more I can say….
Geoffrey Kennell©
video
23 Feb 2012 - 6:13pm
A journey for all Lightworkers! With the angels into incarnation.
Through the challenges and the darkness and into the Light.
Soul stirring footage to accompany the poem "the Angel Bridge".
From my heart to yours.
Trinity
Blog entry
19 Feb 2012 - 11:59pm
Numbers and symbols passing me by,
I really take note when I see the time
I’m shown 1s and 2s and 3s alike
But can’t help thinking it’s passing me by
I woke up last year through heartache and tears
This bought to surface all of my fears
My ego was dented, I had no choice
To give up this life and follow the light
Through time I healed and began to see
Just how much beauty and love there could be
If all I learn in my life time is this
To shine our lights, to create new bliss
Then happy when I die not wondering why
Are these numbers and meanings passing me by?
Love and light is all there is
I’ll spread my light wherever I go
Living within my heart and not the ego
Namaste xx
Blog entry
14 Feb 2012 - 3:17pm
TRUE LOVE CAN TEACH US ONLY ONE THING – TO LOVE MORE!
IMAGINE NOW ALL AND EVERY OF YOUR BELOVED ONES
AND EMBRACE THEM IN LOVE!
FEEL THE MAGIC, BE INSPIRED, FLY ON THE WINGS OF LOVE!
MAY LOVE BE OUR LIFE NOW!
BREATHING IN LOVE, BREATHING OUT MORE LOVE!
CELEBRATING THE LOVING BEINGS WE ARE!
BEING LOVE IN ACTION AND PERFECTION!
JUST BEING LOVE!
AND IN LOVE WITH BEING!
LOVE IS ALL THAT IS -
THE LOVE IN US,
THE LOVE EMBRACING US
THE LOVE RETURNING US
BACK INTO THE SOURCE
AND PRESENTING THE SOURCE
AT ALL LEVELS,
IN ALL ASPECTS
AND WITH ALL WONDERS
OF CREATION.
LOVE IS THE GREATEST
WONDER OF ALL!
AND SO IT IS!
Blog entry
13 Feb 2012 - 12:31am
I have crested the high ridge just in time to see
I am even with the sky and knowing is here with me
The wind pushing against the red shadows of granite
And the white noise gathering the clouds east again.
In panorama this land has given me a windy place to call home.
I am surrounded with a longing of all who once blessed me,
In my hand the last of the great warrior stones I will bury
With all I would have done and all I could have been.
This moment is anchored in my heart and soul forever
As the setting light now immortalizes the perishing clouds.
Blog entry
12 Feb 2012 - 6:14pm
Well I am thinking of putting my book on this site for all to read. It is a fictional account of my love for cats and my spiritual journey. Written through the perspective of one of my cats, the story is also a fantasy.
If there are any of you who would be interesting in reading, please let me know and I will blog it for all to read and come across.
Teaching
11 Feb 2012 - 4:58pm
Awakening the Goddess Within
by: Cynthia Occelli
Femininity is anything but weakness. It is strength fueled by the omnipotent power of love. In its purest form it is inclusive, focused on the highest good for all. Where masculine energy divides, conquers and controls (not inherently negative actions), the feminine unites, cooperates and supports. Most problems in the world can be traced to masculine energies running unchecked and unbalanced by the feminine.
Birthing the change we wish to see in the world begins with accepting it in our lives first. The starting point is the conscious acknowledgment that feminine is not synonymous with weak, and embracing your feminine nature is not a betrayal of woman's equality. We are equal, different and equal. Release all negative associations with femininity, it's a divine gift.
The experience of awakening and embracing your feminine essence is like discovering an ocean of liquid inspiration, serenity and creative power. It feels like the first moments after waking from the most wondrous dream you've ever had. This feeling tone becomes your new normal. It is sublimely soothing, rife with deep joy, and wholly empowering. It's where I find lasting, independent of circumstances, happiness.
We are sacred beings who bear the gift of carrying the creative energy of the Divine into physical form. When we connect with our feminine core, literally the space a little below and behind our navel, we travel the path back to creation. This energetic center is the garden of the goddess, the seat of our intuition, a hotline to our higher self. All you need to know can be discovered here.
This beautiful garden, your sacred space of dreams, creation, inspiration and magnificence is ever present. The sun shining over this paradise is your heart, radiating its wisdom and energy. In this perfect place, all things are possible.
The work of awakening the Goddess within begins with the relocation of your life center–moving away from the hyper-analytic, what you see is what you get, ego-driven mind. It's a return to your childhood home, your garden beneath the heart-sun.
* I have found her and she is beautiful
Blog entry
11 Feb 2012 - 1:05pm
To my Planet
As I open my eyes and look around
I can see the wonders upon this planet
And if I lend a ear to all nature’s sounds
I can feel the harmony, the peace and quiet
These are some of her gifts to us
Let them touch your heart thus
So you can be a part of her again
And never will forget to love her then
As I take a moment to think about nature
Before my eyes she unfolds her wonders
Proudly she unveils them with pleasure
My body, soul and spirit she nurtures
Hear merry tinkles, water running down a stream
See sparkles of light dancing, into a sun beam
Feel the gentle caress of the light and cool breeze
Let the fresh air revive your body with ease
The might of the mountains
The immensity of the oceans
The mystery of the forest
The calm lakes where to rest
The animals and the flowers
And my sisters and brothers
She gifted all for me and you
A world to live in she has given
How carelessly we treated you
Mother Earth please forgive your children
By: Jean-Guy Martin, French-Canadian Poet
Blog entry
11 Feb 2012 - 12:32am
can you forget an angel?
can a little girl forget the sea?
can you forget an angel?
can a mother forget the day she gave birth?
can you forget an angel?
can a rebel forget his first tattoo?
No, No, No
my heart murmurs
I wont forget
Mind I know your losing yourself
your becoming a ghost
but no i cant forget an angel
though i know its what you want the most
can you forget an angel?
can a lover forget the skin?
can you forget angel?
can the rodeo forget the horse?
can you forget an angel?
can you remember where Waldo is?
No, No, No,
and the tears begin to flow
I wont forget
I know how these headaches go
I wont let you rise
I know how these heartaches go
can you forget an angel?
can a mermaid forget the breathe?
can you forget an angel?
can a tear make a warm heart freeze?
can you forget an angel?
can a prisoner forget their last meal?
No, No, No,
grief and regret begin to grow
"someday" my heart has spoken
I'll let him go, when I stop beating
these salty memories will stop to seethe
can a mermaid forget to breathe?
yes and I can become free
of all of my catastrophes
(Jan-27-11)
Blog entry
10 Feb 2012 - 2:19pm
I AM....
I am.... nothing and nowhere,
but am much more,beneath the tappings of what i have been taught.
I am not nor here or really there,
i will not dwell in the negative or despair.
I am neither in earth or stone,
... in fields of green or sky or bone.
I am not in the feelings i feel,
nor in this body thats vital or ill.
I am not in the past or now, nor will be
allured by the futures spell.
I will not be shaken when things are wrought,
when pain or grief is at my door.
I am..and thats all i care to be
in this place i truly see.
Blog entry
9 Feb 2012 - 4:00pm
Gentle Love
She sits beside me awash with tears,
Bitten by grief,
I stare deep into her sad eyes, torn by the horror of many restless nights.
She sinks back, not knowing how to act.
Wondering and watching for an eternal glimpse of love,
In the eyes that behold her.
She looks up, then drops her gaze fast.
Afraid perchance I would see the devastation in her soul,
reflected in those sad eyes.
My heart missed a beat, and I gulped back my tears.
The horror, the mayhem done through the years, written, blazened on her face.
The stench of anguish permeating the air between us.
I reached out a hand, afraid she would think it was in derision and going to strike
Her.
But those sad eyes flinched , and a tear rolled down the strained tight face.
She reached out slowly, but tentatively for my hand.
Our fingers joined, a soft kiss of faith between two lonely souls.
I watched while slowly her eyes opened.
Their pupils dilated in sheer pleasure for the gentle touch of a human heart.
My heart missed a beat again, and I knew…………………
There is a God, there is love and that there is hope.
The End
Blog entry
9 Feb 2012 - 3:57pm
The crossing of the abyss
Like a lady of the night, it lures me deeper,
To the mouth of the abyss I go.
I peer lower, watching the raging waters flow beneath.
Feeling the exhilarating chill of natures breath,
Listening to her song of long ago, and of past woes.
She cries “come hither to my breast,
Feel and taste natures warm caress”.
She sighs to have her young close to her again.
Watching the pain flow through her and disappate.
She stokes the head of her young beloved.
Listen to the soft murmurs of contentment as I snuggle deeper.
The gentle snore, the contented smile.
The strains of life ebbing and flowing into collective consciousness.
The humanity of life fulfilled by its warm thoughts and flow.
She kisses gently the head of her young and lets them go.
“know that I am forever near,
And will answer your call”.
I sail back, my song complete.
Back through the abyss and the stench of reality.
Back to the job I still must complete with her blessing.
The End
Teaching
9 Feb 2012 - 11:55am
A gift of love
Author unknown
found here: http://academictips.org
“Can I see my baby?” the happy new mother asked.
When the bundle was nestled in her arms and she moved the fold of cloth to look upon his tiny face, she gasped. The doctor turned quickly and looked out the tall hospital window. The baby had been born without ears.
Time proved that the baby’s hearing was perfect. It was only his appearance that was marred. When he rushed home from school one day and flung himself into his mother’s arms, she sighed, knowing that his life was to be a succession of heartbreaks. He blurted out the tragedy. “A boy, a big boy … called me a freak.”
He grew up, handsome for his misfortune. A favorite with his fellow students, he might have been class president, but for that. He developed a gift, a talent for literature and music. “But you might mingle with other young people,” his mother reproved him, but felt a kindness in her heart. The boy’s father had a session with the family physician. Could nothing be done? “I believe I could graft on a pair of outer ears, if they could be procured,” the doctor decided.
Whereupon the search began for a person who would make such a sacrifice for a young man. Two years went by. Then, “You are going to the hospital, Son. Mother and I have someone who will donate the ears you need. But it’s a secret,” said the father. The operation was a brilliant success, and a new person emerged. His talents blossomed into genius, and school and college became a series of triumphs.
Later he married and entered the diplomatic service. “But I must know!” He urged his father, “Who gave so much for me? I could never do enough for him.” “I do not believe you could,” said the father, “but the agreement was that you are not to know … not yet.”
The years kept their profound secret, but the day did come … one of the darkest days that a son must endure. He stood with his father over his mother’s casket. Slowly, tenderly, the father stretched forth a hand and raised the thick, reddish-brown hair to reveal that the mother had no outer ears. “Mother said she was glad she never let her hair be cut,” he whispered gently, “and nobody ever thought Mother less beautiful, did they?”
Real beauty lies not in the physical appearance, but in the heart. Real treasure lies not in what that can be seen, but what that cannot be seen. Real love lies not in what is done and known, but in what that is done but not known.
Story is sweet, profound and filled with many thought provoking lessons of acceptance, tolerance, perservance and so much more that all together speaks of pure unconditional love.
Brightest Blessings
Blog entry
7 Feb 2012 - 9:30pm
The Power Of One
One song can spark a moment,
One flower can wake the dream.
One tree can start a forest,
One bird can herald spring.
One smile begins a friendship,
One handclasp lifts a soul.
One star can guide a ship at sea,
One word can frame the goal.
One vote can change a nation,
One sunbeam lights a room.
One candle wipes out darkness,
One laugh will conquer gloom.
One step must start each journey,
One word must start each prayer.
One hope will raise our spirits,
One touch can show you care.
One voice can speak with wisdom,
One heart can know what's true.
One life can make the difference,
You see, IT'S UP TO YOU!
~ Author Unknown~
Blog entry
4 Feb 2012 - 8:15am
where am I now, here in this
normal life on Earth, where am I now
here in this normal life
on Earth, where am I now here
in this normal life, on Earth
where am I, now here
in this normal life, on Earth...
I am here now, in this normal life
on Earth I am here now
in this normal life, on Earth
I am here
now
in this normal
life
on Earth
I am here
now
in this normal life on Earth I am here now...
and what will the darkness do now
that I am here in this normal life
on Earth, the darkness will scramble
to make sense of why
I am here now in this normal life on Earth...
and they are all scared now of why
I am here, now, in this normal life on Earth...
and the darkness and the evil will shutter now
that I am here now in this normal life on Earth
because I will stop them.
not one before I will stop the evil and the darkness
because that is why I'm here,
because I am here to save the world, the universe
life and everything, I am here to save it all...
AND I WILL.
Teaching
2 Feb 2012 - 4:38pm
The Little Boy
Unknown Author
Found here: academictips.org/blogs/
Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: “How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?”
The surgeon said, “I’m sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn’t make it.”
Sally said, “Why do little children get cancer? Doesn’t God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?”
The surgeon asked, “Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he’s transported to the university.” Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good-bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair.
“Would you like a lock of his hair?” the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy’s hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally. The mother said, “It was Jimmy’s idea to donate his body to the university for study. He said it might help somebody else. “I said no at first, but Jimmy said, ‘Mom, I won’t be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom.” She went on, “My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could.”
Sally walked out of Children’s mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy’s belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy’s belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son’s room. She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep. It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:
“Dear Mom,
I know you’re going to miss me; but don’t think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just ’cause I’m not around to say I LOVE YOU. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won’t be so lonely, that’s okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn’t like the same things us boys do. You’ll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don’t be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn’t look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God’s knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That’s when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good-bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn’t allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him ‘Where was He when I needed him?’ “God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children.
Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I’ve written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn’t that cool? I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I’m, sure the food will be great.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don’t hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I’m glad because I couldn’t stand that pain anymore and God couldn’t stand to see me hurt so much, either. That’s when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?
Signed with Love from: God, Jesus & Me.”
*story made me cry. The little boy is wonderful and wise even after leaving his body, he finds a way to show his mom how much God does love all of us.
