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1 Jul 2008 - 6:48am
I searched your heart for the things that made you you.
And in the search I saw the place you reserved for me..
As I approached this place.
The light that surrounded me was
So bright I had to close my eyes.
And when I did I felt my heart being taken to a higher place in you.
Because of fear I dared not open my eyes....for you knew I was there.
But even as my eyes remained shut.
I began to see things...... things that you wanted me to see.
I was taken to a place in you..
A place where I saw the most beautiful sunset.
The stars above seemed to dance in the night sky.
You told me to turn around.....and when I did.
What I saw can only be described as a piece of heaven.
I saw you smile at me. Not just any smile.
But a smile that reached into my heart and soul.
It touched me in the very depths of my being.
Without a word.....I knew what you were saying.
You said you searched for the place that makes me who I am.
Well you have found that place.
It's you in my heart that makes me who I am.
Then I wondered.... does she know who makes me who I am?
Princeofdreams ©
video
30 Jun 2008 - 7:13pm
A light, peaceful and poetic energy "The Muse of Light" come through MagentaPixie with a message of forgiveness and unity.
Edited by MagentaPIxie
Music "Lasting Hope" by Kevin Macleod
Blog entry
30 Jun 2008 - 6:40pm
Yes, lets celebrate!
Celebrate the beautiful strong woman we have here
The thoughtful sensible men
Celebrate the new, the change, the time and the timing,
Celebrate our union, our love, our openness of heart and mind
Lets celebrate!
Celebrate the Spirit, Mother Nature, the Guides, the helping angels
and faeries
Our brothers and sisters, light workers, indigo and crystal
And the enormous net of shinny light we are making around the Planet,
Stronger and stronger, vibrating always in the positive, vibrating
high and resonating
in every corner, every still closed mind and heart
Celebrate the awakening, the path to come
Lets celebrate everyday the day that comes
the gifts, the guidance, the small successive successes, the answers
Lets celebrate you and me, and Us.
I Am living in light and evolution.
unknown
Blog entry
28 Jun 2008 - 2:52pm
Brothers and Sisters
United we stand
In the flow of Love
We have cleaned our selves
So the flow could enter
Down to the center of our
Beloved Mother Earth
The Sun and the Moon
In company
With the glow of the Stars
So we spread the truth
For ALL to feel
We are ready
To create what’s Real
Let’s live and forgive
Let go of the judgment
We are from God ~ Goddess sent.
To heal the game
It will never be the same
Re~Create with the Love
From above
Use compassion without condition
On how to Love
Just let LOVE do the work
Allow the Dream to happen
And don’t listen to all the rumor
Feel the humor
Give thanks to ALL the players
Even your self
All the layers
Paint your vision
Spread it all over the sky
Ask the Wind
To help you blow
Ask the Water
To help you clean the flow
Ask the Earth
To help you grow
Ask the Sun
To help you set up the show
With the message of Love and Joy
Use all the colors
Use all the sounds
Call forth your power
Let it be fun
Sing along with your Heart
That’s how you start
The whole Universe
Just wait for the show
Let it Flow
© 2003~2008
Yvonne Bridgeman
Blog entry
28 Jun 2008 - 7:02am
you could unknowingly
pull so tiny a thread
inspiration drawn out
design's of infinity
motion our heart's intention
in an instant undeniable truth
finality,completion
a single tear,a thousand words
what words
so little and small they seem
desire,resolution
immersed in the essence
existence,they were always yours
my search,your understanding
i love you,i miss you
hear me in a tear
Blog entry
25 Jun 2008 - 2:12pm
MY LAW - TIEME RANAPIRI
(Attributed to the Maori)
The sun may be clouded, but ever the sun, Will sweep on its course till the cycle is run.
and when into chaos the system is hurled, Again shall the Builder, rebuild a new world.
Your path may be clouded, uncertain your goal, Move on, for your orbit is fixed to your soul.
And though may it lead you through darkness of night, The torch of the Builder shall give it new light.
You were, you will be, Know this while you are, Your spirit has travelled both long and afar,
It rose from the source, to the Source it returns, The spark which was lighted eternally burns.
It slept in a jewel, it leapt in a wave, It roamed in a forest, it rose from the grave.
It took on strange garbs for long eons of years, And now in the soul of yourself it appears.
From body to body your spirit speeds on, It seeks a new form when the old one has gone.
And the form that it finds is the fabric you wrought, On the loom of the mind from the fibre of thought.
As dew is drawn upwards in rain to descend, Your thoughts drift away and in destiny blend.
You cannot escape them, for petty or great, Or evil or noble, they fashion your fate.
Somewhere on this planet, sometime and somehow, Your life is reflecting your thoughts of your NOW!
My law is unerring, no blood can atone, The structure you built, you will live in alone.
From cycle to cycle, through time and through space, Your lives with your longings will ever keep pace.
And all that you ask for and all you desire, Must come at your bidding, as flame out of fire.
Once list' to that voice and all tumult is done, Your life is the life of the infinite one.
In the hurrying race, you are conscious of pause, With love for the purpose and love for the cause.
You are your own devil, you are your own God, You fashioned the paths that your footsteps have trod.
And NOTHING, will save you from error or sin, Until you have harked to the Spirit within.
Blog entry
24 Jun 2008 - 9:55pm
Years ago I read a poem/short story about a warrior from the east who meets, on a bridge, a warrior from the west.
thats the limit of specifics I'm unable to give anything further. please post a copy for me if you find it.
Also, regarding a short story, about a fish type thing that lives in a river and watches life go by. then learns that it takes participating to really live. What is the title?
Thank you.
Namaskarim,
Kah Sa Bennu
Story
24 Jun 2008 - 4:07am
Here is a message i was given by Archangel Raphael, Ra and Thoth - or rather, they co-created it with me.
It's in the form of a poem, but it isn't my usual 'style' - there is less to dig through than in my regular work.
The words they want to share are fairly straightforward, and i have edited the original received material as little as possible.
There aren't any obvious references that 'prove' these are the guides involved, but i did confirm they were working with me, and my other guides were not, in creating this. I know it may sound strange for these three to be working together, but remember our cultures have far more in common than what is different.
Okay, here is their/our message... Hope you enjoy it and can find what benefits *you*
~rei
Flight of Fancy**
[**I suggest you research the entire definition of the word “fancy” to get the fullest appreciation of the wordplay I was led to use here.]
Swallows dive in sync as we ride the wave
that crashes past the brink of every spark
we thought was how the universal day unfolds.
The sandman can’t stand to see us tell our dreams,
“Please hold…,” so we must boldly go where few
have dared to tread. Don’t feed lead to your enemies.
Feed them photon sandwiches and untied shoelace
soup to sip with bent spoons.
We’ve been hearing “soon” so long it makes us
punch the air instead of swoon, when (really)
we could fly to the light side of the moon
this second, this peace of the first, this piece of
the thirst that gives up once we take the cup.
The tims, the tones, the drone of old-and-dead
still tries to call, but we know it’s long-gone.
So our song rises with our vibrations past the sky.
The sky is NOT our limit, as we have none.
We are unraveling the mask, preparing to face
our self as pure, our own ultimate cure.
We are who we’ve been waiting for, and the wait
is over. Utopia whispers its phone-home, and all
we need to get there is under our nose and throat;
within the chest of the human lies the most valuable
treasure in the whole of existence…and we hold the key
that fits the lock, since we designed it.
Reminder: your so-called enemy is a brother,
a sister, another piece of Source like you.
Let the tears flow if they choose to show.
Let the flood clear away what you thought
was in the way. Navigate your ship
where the heart yearns to go.
Cosmic eyes on faces that have finished the race
applaud each choice that helps the whole.
We ARE being watched, but the watchers
only have our highest good at heart.
Namaste, we say, from soul to soul.
(copyright 2008 by H.C. Williams, but feel free to share this as long as the entire message remains intact and you share it freely)
Blog entry
23 Jun 2008 - 2:55pm
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Rags. Hundreds of rags.
Hanging limp and lifeless
In the light wind
In the weighted
Moisture-laden
Early morning air
Cloths of former
Substance and meaning
In shredded tatters
Things called flags
Of Countries, of Nations
Of obsolete notions
Remnants of separation
Of a time forgotten
A world we left behind
And who are WE?
We are the awakened
A new world awakes with us
Though still sick
And beside themselves
With grief and guilt
Some remain asleep
In their thoughts of
Remorseful, grey skies
The massing storm clouds
Rife with cataclysmic energy
Not seen since the Alpha
The chain reaction begun
Brings tumultuous release
Each will feel in time
Running its fierce course
Unerringly and inevitably
Washing over many of us
Like Himalayan termites
Found buried beneath the
Snows of an avalanche
Only, this is a cosmic
Landslide, the apocalyptic
Great flood of our age
It is a...pause
An intended glitch
A hiccough of sorts
Reflecting the perfection
And intelligence of chaos
Few of us may ever know
Infinity loops of memories in the
Divine plan of death and rebirth
Of shrinking and expanding space
The creeping and impending doom
(And I mean that in a good way!)
Of intertwined, limitless fates
Our reality, our consciousness
A three dimensional day-dream
In one blink of God's eye
The truth of our being
Is known only when we have
Gone beyond simply being
DJH, 2007
Blog entry
23 Jun 2008 - 1:19pm
Lightworkers , A world of Souls , We as One,
There have been many Come and Go
All from different Cultures United as One.
Some feel high and some feel Low,
But there is always someone to give of themselves ,
Whether it be in fun or maybe even an arguement ,
That needs to be settled or a helping blog to look within ourselves.
But one thing is certain a family we are here to cement.
Through thick and thin we stick together ,
Just as any family would with a smile or even a bite
To see if we still think for ourselves or whether ,
We just follow the flock that doesn't know yet there is no wrong or right.
Simmilar to school when we were young yearning to know ,
What the next lesson is that needs to be learnt.
And now we are adults still searching for the light and love,
All within yet still but striving for which can easily feel burnt,
By the fears and the hurts of everyday life instead of Above ,
Our Angels are there to guide us to what needs to be learnt,
If only we be still and let our life Flow to our divine purpose,
And allow our Souls choice play out its role as only we choose.
Which leads us to our bliss which is far from any loss,
Even though at times it may seem like we are going to loose,
Maybe our mind or even a friend who doesn't agree a toss
With what we have chosen to live out our dream
Couldn't never be worse than living a lie,
We must be our true self if only for now for the moment I mean,
As all we have is right now as each moment goes by,
So quickly and then its over not alway like it was meant
To start afresh with each new one we can always stay,
Saying goodbye to the last one in readiness for what we were sent
To carry out our mission of a lightworkers way.
Lets stick together like a family we need to reach out and offer,
Our love and Our Care ,Our Guidance when asked for
For just this One Day, This one moment in time is all we can offer.
To all Souls is the lightworker's Way.
By Rosalie Muir with love and Light xo
Blog entry
20 Jun 2008 - 3:07am
I'm pretending to be an author. I have written a couple of books and a number of short stories. Here is one of the short stores.
Alannahs Awakening
Stuck Between Tick and Tock
By Gary Brandt
Copyright 2008 by Gary Brandt.
All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this story may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
Over The Edge Press, 809 W Riordan Rd Ste 100 #405, Flagstaff, AZ 86001
e-mail otep@overtheedgepress.com
www.overtheedgepress.com
Alannah stands quietly at the bus stop.The bus has arrived but has not yet descended to the platform level so the travelers must wait for it to get into the loading position. The other travelers are impatient but Alannah is content to wait. She is secretly hoping that the bus will be late, even hoping that she will miss it. It has been almost fifteen years since the great awakening, but Alannah is stuck, caught in a no-womans land between the past and the future, unable to move in either direction. Sherina, Alannahs supervisor at the all night diner, arranged for Alannah to take some time off for reconstitution therapy. It is a popular therapy for those who get stuck in a temporal dead zone, as it is called. Alannah is excited at the prospect of discovering her past and is hopeful it will launch her into the future. Being stuck is like living the same day over and over and over again, coming from nowhere and going nowhere. Excited as Alannah is, she is also apprehensive. Getting unstuck is frightening. You never know what you are going to find. What if you find that you are someone that you will hate? Alannah wonders if maybe it would be better not to know.
Alannah has been content to live in the now, totally. It is hard for her to remember anything from yesterday and she has no concern about tomorrow at all. She does remember this mornings conversations though. It still makes her want to cry.
"You have to do this! It's no longer an option, Alannah. Your stuck and you need to get unstuck. Look outside Sweetie. What do you see?" Sherina asked Alannah who was giving her that doe eyed mindless look. "Go on, look outside and tell me what you see."
"OK. I see buildings and people. So what?" Alannah responded.
"Look closer. Are those the same buildings that were there when you started working here?"
"Maybe. I don't know. I never notice stuff like that." Alannah replied, already tearing up from the frustration of being asked questions she has no idea how to answer.
"You don't notice hardly anything, Alannah. I only see you get excited when the Princess is on the video. Other than that the only thing you do is get up in the morning and come to work, and then go home and go to sleep. That is all you have done for years and years and years. It's all you ever do. I give you the weekends off and you come to work anyway. If you don't get a shift you sit in a booth until it's time to go home. That isn't a life. You're young and beautiful and you need a life. That is why I want you to go to therapy. Reconstitution therapy works wonders. Things are changing, the world we know is changing rapidly and you need to change with it. You can't afford to be stuck between tick and tock anymore. I insist that you go to this therapy and if you don't I'm tying you up and dragging you down there myself. Is that under stood little lady? Now get your skinny little butt out to that bus stop and go! Here is your appointment slip. I love you Sweetie. This is for your own good."
"OK. I go." Alannah responded, now sobbing uncontrollably.
The bus ascended to its cruising altitude, about 100 feet above the pedestrian pathway, and began to accelerate to cruising velocity. Alannah will get off at the last stop past the edge of the city so she is not in a hurry to find a seat. A dozen other women have pushed past her to get a seat. Alannah moved out of their way and let them pass. For now she is satisfied to just stand and hold on to a passenger pole until the bus starts to clear out. The young woman piloting the bus calls out that the next stop will be at such and such a street corner in about 10 minutes. Alannah is unconcerned, her stop is at least another 40 minutes away. Stop after stop came and went and some women got off and other women got on. Soon the bus is almost empty, the only other passengers are a few school girls going to the academy at the edge of town. At last the bus stops at the end of the line and Alannah, now alone, departs.
Alannah walks down a cobblestone path to a small gated cottage. There is a small engraved brass sign at the gate which says 'Visual Reconstitution Clinic. By Appointment Only'. Alannah checks her appointment slip to make sure this is the right place and the right time. It is. She takes a deep breath and walks to the door, entering a small room. There is a couch and several chairs at one end and an artists easel at the other. An elderly woman enters the room and motions for her to have a seat. "Welcome, my sister. You must be Alannah. I am Maureen. I will be performing your reconstitution this morning. Relax. This works much easier when you are relaxed. Breath deep, take regular breaths, and let you body relax and your mind become open. There is nothing to fear. Have some herbal tea. It will help calm you."
"So how does this work?" Alannah wants to know. "What is visual reconstitution? Do you look into a crystal ball? I'm not at all sure what we are going to do today."
"It is really very simple." Maureen responded. "I am a seer. I can look within your consciousness and see images of people, places, and things recorded in there from your stream of past experiences. People work best since you have the richest relationships with people. I will draw them, a portrait of just their faces. I will draw the faces of people who were close to you, physically and emotionally close to you. As I draw and you see the face emerge it will focus your memory and allow it to reconstitute for you. You will explain to me as I draw who I am drawing, and your memory of that person, and your past history connecting you to that person will be reconstituted."
Maureen pulled a clean drawing sheet from a drawer and attached it to the easel. Using a sharp pencil she quickly began sketching eyes, nose, mouth, hairline until the image of a face appeared. After adding the detail with the pencil she took colored chalk and filled in the face and lips and eyes with color. "Let me know when you recognize the face and then you can start telling me the history the face brings to your memory."
"I don't know. That looks like me. You have drawn a picture of me. Or does that mean that I have a twin?"
"Ah. Good. The first test has been passed. I always start with a picture of the subject. If the image of you that I pull from your mind looks like the you that I see sitting here, then I know I am connected to the right consciousness, and that you have an accurate self image. There would not be much point in continuing if this test is not successful. If I am pulling from the wrong consciousness, then you will not recognize anyone since they are not from your history. If you have a faulty self image then any other image I pull from you is more likely made up than real and that would get us nowhere. You have passed this test as what I see on the paper is exactly what I see sitting on my couch. This will be a good session. This drawing is complete. You may have it if you like."
"Thank you so much." Alannah said with a smile. "I don't have any pictures of myself, much less a drawing. It's beautiful. What is that number you wrote after my name, 1875? What does that mean?"
"1875 is the date that came with this image. This is a picture of you in the Earth year called in that time 1875, in a place called California. That was a long time ago, about twelve thousand Earth years ago actually, and no place called California still exists. In you memory though, this place, this time, and this Alannah still exist, otherwise I could not have seen it within you."
"None of that means a thing to me." Alannah says with a confused look on here face. "You have drawn me as I am now, and now is all that I know. I don't know what 1875 means and I have never heard of California."
"Let us move on then and see what we can see. This next sketch will help you move your mind back to California and reconstitute the bits and pieces of that memory record. Then you can begin to connect the dots and make sense of it all." Again Maureen sketched a face, one that strongly resembles Alannah, but not quite the same. As she finished the sketch she labeled it 1855 but she left the spot for a name blank. "Take your time Honey, have some tea, let your memory flood back in. We are in no hurry. Give it some time and let it flow.
Alannah studies the sketch for quite some time, sipping tea, walking around and looking at it from different angles, looking up close, then from across the room. Sitting again, she tries to relax her mind and let it flow, but nothing is remembered. This picture, resemblance aside, is of a stranger. Logic would say that this young woman, who appears to be her age, is actually twenty years older. The date on the picture gives that away. So who is she?
Alannah stiffens up and her eyes grow wide as if she has seen a frightful ghost. "Mother!" Alannah suddenly blurts out, steading herself to keep from falling off the couch. A sudden wave of dizziness and nausea flows through her body. An emotional feeling as a heavy weight descends on her. A deep sadness envelops her. A choking grief constricts her throat as a painful lump develops leaving her unable to speak.
"Relax Sweetie." Maureen says, sitting next to Alannah on the couch, holding her and steadying her, also holding a pan in case Alannah needs to throw up. "This will be uncomfortable for a few minutes. It always is when the dam bursts and the memory flows. Lie down if you need. We are not in a hurry. Take your time."
A few minutes passes and Alannah says "No, I'm fine." Alannah sips some more tea and steadies herself on the couch. "It was just a shock to have that memory return so suddenly. I wasn't prepared for that. I do remember a little now. You can write 'Akasha' at the bottom of the picture. That was her name, at least I know that much. I do not recall much about her except that she died. I don't think I ever got over that. She was much to young to die and she died for no good reason. I guess that is why I forgot about her. The pain of her passing was just too great. Why can't I remember more than that?"
"You may take this sketch home with you as well. Put it on the wall next you yours. Day by day as you look at it you will remember more. There are more in you that I must draw, more that you must remember. Are you ready to continue?"
"Yes. Please continue. I'm kind of getting excited about who I'm going to meet next." Alannah said, sitting up straight now and not looking so sick.
For the third time Maureen busily sketches the details of a face, an extraordinarily beautiful young woman. It takes less time this time for recognition to occur. Before Maureen can finish adding the color Alannah knows who she is.
"Label that one 'Elina'. That's my little sister Elina. Oh my God, we used to fight all the time. I think I was jealous of her because she was the beautiful, sexy one, and she was jealous of me because I was the oldest and got to do everything first. When I got my first makeup she stole it. When Mom made her give it back she broke it so I couldn't use it. I told her about a boy I liked and then I catch her in the woods with him. She could have enticed any boy in town into the woods with her, she was so beautiful, but she picked the one she knew I liked. Fight as we did we were also very close. Mom was harsh with her. I think she was jealous of her too. So many times I would come to her defense and get Mom to leave her alone. What has become of my sister Elina? Is there any way I can find her? What about my Mom?"
Maureen paused for a minute, as if trying to pull in information from a long distance. "You Mother is no more, not in the sense that you remember her. Her essence still exists but as someone else and she does not remember ever being Akasha. Unless her memory is reconstituted some day, we will not be able to locate her. Elina is still Elina. She is a mother and a grandmother and a great grandmother but her offspring are not with her. They are in different domains. As you are she is also, alone. With some research I can get you her address. I cannot promise, however, that she will be ready to see you again. Reunions across domain boundaries are difficult. She may not remember you and have no idea why you think you know her.
As Maureen sketches for the fourth time and youthful face of a young teen aged girl appears. The eyes and nose and mouth are barely sketched before Alannah knows her.
"Brionna. That is my bratty little sister Brionna. She was the baby in the family and she got away with everything. She would do things Elina and I would have gotten beaten for and Mom just let it slide. She was the most irritating little thing in the world but I love her to death. Is she in another domain too? Can I find her?"
"Yes. I sense that Brionna is still Brionna. She also has a clan of offspring and most of them are with her. The same caution applies. We may find her but she may not know you. Study these sketches often and more and more will be revealed to you."
Maureen rolls up the Brionna sketch and presents it to Alannah who adds it to the rest of the drawing she is collecting. Once more she prepares the easel to draw.
"I have another sister? Wow! I must have had a big family." Alannah giggled.
Alannah stops laughing as the sketch takes shape.
"That is a funny looking woman. I don't remember her at all."
"That is because this is a man. This domain has only women so you haven't seen a man close up for thousands of years. So they do look a little funny."
"Stop! Stop drawing!" Alannah says with a shocked look. "I do know him and I have seen him recently. Look at any magazine or newspaper or turn on the video. You will recognize him too. Why is he in my memory? Who is this man to me?"
Maureen sketches a little more to get a clear image and then she too is shocked at who she had drawn. "Oh My! This is John of Penny Lake. He has been in the news a lot. John of Penny Lake is your father. You have a famous father Sweetie."
"A famous ass hole of a father. I don't know why, but for some reason, I despise that man. I even felt that when I saw him on video. Something about him just made me angry. I don't feel angry at the others, Princess Penelope or Princess Anahere, but something about him brings back some bad memories. You don't need to give me his picture or his address. I know he is in the Penny Lake domain. Everybody knows that. I don't plan to go there to meet him either."
Maureen smiles as she finishes the sketch anyway. "I think I've earned my wages today. This memory reconstitution has gone well, you have remembered much. I sense one more significant man in you stream of experience, a husband probably, but his time line is convoluted and I cannot get a clear picture. He seems to me a mixture of more than one, so I apologize for not drawing him for you. I think this sketch of your father may reveal the reason you were stuck. So take this sketch too. In time you may remember what has caused your resentment for your father and work to repair that relationship. It may also be the reason you came to a womens only domain. Many here have unresolved father issues. I recommend you work that out. You may find a more fruitful life in a different domain if you work out your issues with your father. "
"That won't be necessary. I'm perfectly content to live here with the rest of the girls, father issues or not. And no thank you. You can keep the John sketch. He is on a magazine cover everywhere I look anyway. One more question before I go. If my sisters are great grandmothers, where are my kids? Did I have kids on Earth?"
Maureen frowns and says "I sense that you were pregnant, but you did not survive child birth."
"You mean my baby was still born? Did I have a miscarriage?" Alannah asks.
"No sweetie. Your baby was born alive. You died in childbirth." Maureen replies.
"Died? What do you mean died? I'm alive so how could I be dead?" Alannah asks with a very confused look on her face.
"Oh Sweetie! I didn't realize you had forgotten so much. Of course you are alive because there is nothing else that you could be, but it is a matter of perspective. Let me try to explain. Earth is in a different dimensional framework than we are here. You see the Earths dimensional framework is invisible to us here and we are invisible there. It is called a level 3 framework and we are in a level 5 framework and the two cannot physically interact, they are dimensionally out of phase with each other. You were existing in physical form on Earth and when that form ceased to function you transferred your physical form here. From their perspective, however, the empty shell you left behind was dead. To them you were dead. When you came here you had assumed the same physical form here that you had there but you left most, if not all, of you memories behind. You didn't remember being Alannah on Earth so you did not know that you had died there. I'm sorry to dump this on you so suddenly. Like everything else you have learned today it will take some time but you will adjust to it and eventually understand."
Alannah rides the bus home as if she is in a trance. Everything looks different now. Looking out the window as the bus scoots along 100 feet above the pedestrian walkway below, everything looks wrong. There should be horses and carriages and wooden buildings, not buildings of glass and steel and hover cars floating around dodging each other in the sky. Recalling her identity and her life from the past has left her without a solid identity in her experience of today. She is a bit lost.
Sitting in a booth at the diner Sherina has brought her some pie and ice cream to cheer her up. Alannah has slipped into a state of melancholy, desperately missing a mother and sisters that she hasn't thought of for many thousands of years. Her memory now flashing back and forth between Earth in the 19th century and her new domain of Crystal City in what is apparently, in Earth time, somewhere around the 139th century. What has become of her family? What has become of Earth? Who is Alannah anyway? Is Alannah of Earths past and Alannah of Crystal City even the same person? Is this all a dream? Is this some sort of joke?
"Sherina. The diner is empty. Come sit with me. I need to talk."
"Sure Sugar. Whatever you need. I'm here for you and I know how difficult this is for you. I have seen many go through this. You will get it all put back together soon, I'm sure of that." Sherina answers as she sits down with Alannah.
"Tell me about -- this. Where are we really? What is this place Crystal City? I vaguely remember coming here, and you were here then to meet me and you got me this job. But it was all different then. Horses and wooden buildings, not this -- this modern city of glass that it has become. Why didn't I notice any of this before? When did it all change?" Alannah asks with a look of deep concern on her face.
"Baby, you were lost in your forgetfulness. That happens a lot around here. Most of us were in that state until the great awakening. Then many of us began to remember, and lately with all the stuff about the planet being readied for re-population it has been on the news non stop. The customers and the other workers have talked a lot about it too. But you, Alannah, would just zone out and go about your business like nothing was happening. That is when I knew that we had to get you into reconstitution therapy and recover your memory. I'm sorry it has been such a shock to you.
"To answer you questions though, Crystal City is what we call a domain, a perceptual bubble in which we can experience life in this form. When you came here is was the late 19th century on Earth and this town was fashioned after that period, because that is all we knew. As newcomers kept arriving the town kept up with the progress they brought with them. The town slowly evolved from wood buildings and dirt roads to paved walkways, steel buildings, and hover cars floating in the air above us. Our physical form is the form that we had on Earth and we have manifested that same form here in this dimensional framework that we call level 5. It has some extra dimensions that the Earth framework does not. Here it is much easier to manifest our thoughts into form. That level of manifestation is almost impossible on Earth. In order to experience life there you have to be born into physical form as an infant and live a life as that entity. There is a process we have developed for accomplishing that. When you do that you slowly forget whatever you were before and you adopt that form as your own. When you leave that form, usually because it dies, you manifest here in that same form because that is what you know, it is who and what you have become."
"So this is Heaven? Are we spirits?" Alannah asked.
"In a round about way maybe, your spiritual essence is the same, but you are just as physical here as on earth, just within a different dimensional framework. Many on Earth believed that after their life there ends they, or their spiritual essence, would go to one of two places, either a Heaven of perpetual bliss, or a Hell of perpetual torture. What they did not know is that there is in fact many thousands of places to go, this domain being just one of them. There are domains of perpetual bliss and their are domains of perpetual torture and souls can manifest there if they believe that is where they belong. Most of us, though, end up somewhere in the middle, because that is the right place for us to be given our level of conscious evolution and what sort of life we desire to experience. For some reason that you do not remember you chose to come here, and I'm sure you had a good reason.
"Few of us actually remember leaving our body on Earth and coming here. Most of us just find ourselves here with little or no memory of our Earth past and go about living our lives here as if nothing had preceded it. That is what we call a veil of forgetfulness and for most of us it is a good thing. It keeps us from the melancholy you are now experiencing, missing people that we have left behind, or longing to reunite with others who have selected other domains.
"Although there are other dimensional frameworks we could exist within, this one, which we call level 5 is where we go between trips to Earth. Our life form evolved on Earth, which is the source of our form, it is our origin, it is our home, and it is where we return when we leave level 5. Oh there are a few that ascend to higher levels, but for most of us after some rest and relaxation and some recharging of our essential energies, we return for another lifetime on Earth.
"Then everything changed. There was a great cataclysm on Earth, one that we refer to as the Great Influx. At that time, within a few short minutes, all life, every living thing on Earth and the whole solar system died, snuffed out in a flash. Since that time everything has been different and all the rules have changed.
"One of the biggest changes is that now we need our memory back. Forgetting where we came from and then recycling back to Earth after a short visit here was fine before. But after the Influx there was no Earth to go back to. Without life there it became invisible to us and we could not find it. We live here now, full time. It is therefore necessary for us to remember who and what we are and why we are here so that we can move forward with our lives. Otherwise we get stuck, like you have been, just reliving the same day over and over waiting to return to a live on a planet that no longer exists.
"Fifteen years ago a group of individuals from the Penny Lake and Powder Junction domains engaged in a joint mission to rediscover Earth and make some fundamental adjustments to our domains so that we could prepare Earth for re-population. Those adjustments resulted in the great awakening where many of us began to spontaneously remember who we were and why we were here. Others, like yourself, lost in their forgetfulness needed a little help, reconstitution therapy, to lift the veil. That is what you have just experienced."
"OK. Now for the hard part." Alannah said, gathering her courage to ask the difficult questions. "Grab that mag over there, the one with The Four on the cover."
"Alright Sweetie. I got it. What about them? Those are the guys I was just talking about who rediscovered Earth. They are on the news all the time these days."
"Do you see the tall guy in the middle?"
"Yes. That is John of Penny lake. He is like the grandpa of the group. What do you want to know about him?"
"Everything."
"Well lets see. As I understand it he arrived just before the turn of the 20th century, Earth time. He was in training with the domain host for Penny Lake to become a host and have a domain of his own. Then in the 22nd century, Earth time, the Great Influx occurred and that changed everything. Some of the domains doubled or tripled their members overnight. It was chaos.
"One of the kids that came to Penny Lake during the influx, it turns out, was this young fifteen year old girl named Sally. Sally and John sort of adopted each other as father and daughter. It was Sally together with her boyfriend who actually found planet Earth, which had gone missing, and figured out what happened and how to repair it. The adjustments they made to the dimensional frameworks allowed them to bring life back to the planet and it also resulted in the great awakening that occurred here. As a result these guys became very famous. That was about fifteen years ago and Sally and her boyfriend, who are now divorced, have a teen age daughter that we know as Princess Penelope. Sally recently adopted another teen who is an aboriginal girl and the ambassador to those who call themselves The First Ones. We call her Princess Anahere. The media calls them Princess because domains such as this, and Capitol City, have adopted this family as sort of their Royal family. They are EXTREMELY popular with the people here and VERY famous. Many magazines are based totally around the life and times of the two Princess girls and they have quite a good circulation."
"Do you think any of them will ever come here?"
"I don't know. That may be a problem for us if they do, with our privacy laws and stuff. When they are in Capitol City they are mobbed by the media and the paparazzi taking pictures and trying to get video and stuff. That is illegal here. Anyone even approaching another person uninvited could be arrested and put in jail. The discreteness protocol here is pretty much our prime directive. As popular as they are though, I don't know if our population could resist harassing them if they come. I guess we will see if that happens. So, why all the interest in these guys?"
"Well, it turns out that John of Penny Lake is my dad."
"What!? Really? Oh My God! Really? Shit girl. Then you could be famous too. That is really interesting news. So why the long face?"
"When I first realized he was my dad I was washed over will feelings of hate, and hurt, and resentment. I despise that man, and I don't know why. That is why I was hoping none of them would come here, well he can't anyway because he is a guy, but I don't know how I would react to the girls since, basically, I'm a relative. It's just a lot of complicated feelings and I don't think I can deal with that right now."
"I wouldn't worry too much about it. Even if they do come to Crystal City it's unlikely they would show up in our diner. You better get home and get some sleep. This will all get easier in a few days as your memory slowly comes back. Your shift starts at Six AM. Don't be late!"
In her apartment Alannah tosses and turns, unable to get much restful sleep. New memories are pouring in, especially in her dreams. In one dream she remembered that her mother called herself a double Indian. Her grandmother on her mothers side was an Indian from India. Her grandfather on her mothers side was a Native American, and in those days was also called an Indian due to a mistake made by ancient explorers. So she was double Indian. How silly these ethnic titles seem now. What possible difference could it make? Alannah is finally getting a few minutes of peaceful sleep when her phone rings. Still asleep she knocks it on the floor trying to answer it and is stumbling around in the dark trying to find it. It's Sherina on the phone.
"Girl! Get your ass down here in a hurry. You're not going to believe what is going on here."
"Huh? My shift doesn't start for hours. Why are you calling me now?"
"I'm serious. You gotta get down here now. You must have powers or something. You must be a prophet. You're not going to believe who is sitting right where you were earlier eating exactly the same pie and ice cream."
"Sherina, this better be good. What the hell are you talking about?"
"Princess Anahere. That is what I'm talking about. She is in the diner right now, sitting right were you were just a few short hours ago, eating the exact same pie and ice cream, from the same pie plate and the same ice cream bucket. This can't be an accident. This is destiny. Get you skinny little ass down here right now! You gotta see this!"
"What!?!?!?. The Princess? Holy shit! I think this is a bad bad bad idea, but I will be there a flash. You know you could go to jail just for making this call don't you?"
"Yes, but I also know you ain't gonna tell. Hurry you ass up before she leaves."
Alannah got off the bus a block away and hurriedly ran around back instead of going in the front. There were a dozen curious citizens hovering in the back of the kitchen watching the Princess through a crack in the door. Sherina was shushing them to keep the Princess from discovering the crowd.
"Good. You're here" Sherina whispered. "You have the floor. I'll sit back here and watch."
"Are you SHITTING ME!? I can't go out there!" Alannah whispered back.
"Destiny shines on you sister. Do it!" Sherina whispers as she hands Alannah the order pad.
Alannah stands frozen behind the counter trying to look natural, hoping the Princess doesn't notice her flushed face and sweaty hands. Suddenly though, her anxiety evaporates. The Princess is crying, tears streaming down her face, her hands and legs shaking uncontrollably. In a sudden wave of sympathetic understanding Alannahs heart melts. Alannah thinks to herself Oh my God, the Princess is going through the same thing I'm going through. That is what I looked like sitting right there in that same booth just hours ago. Maybe this IS destiny. Totally confident now Alannah steps up to the table.
"Is there anything I can get you miss? I just started my shift." Alannah says.
"No ma'am. I'm fine." Anahere responds.
Alannah walked back behind the counter all proud of herself and then suddenly she freezes again, her anxiety rushing back in. Another figure, one who has been stalking Anahere from the darkness emerges and enters the diner. It's Princess Penelope. Penelope slides in next to Anahere and they hug and begin to weep together.
Both of them? Alannah thinks to herself. Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit, it's both of them -- AT MY TABLE! What if they order something else? What if I stumble and fall. What if I pee on myself? What if snot comes out my nose? Oh God if you exist anywhere in these domains I need some help here. I know Penelope is going to order something and I'm going to walk out there and fall flat on my ass and then pee on myself, I just know it.
The two young girls cried for awhile then talked for awhile. They giggled and Anahere tossed a few coins to Penelope who, just as Alannah had feared, waved her to the table to take an order. The anticipation of a fearful event is usually much more painful than the event itself. Alannah made it to the table, took the order, and got back behind the counter without falling or peeing or anything nasty falling out of her nose. Dishing out a double portion of ice cream for good measure she made it back to the table and presented it to the Princess and made it safe behind the counter without any horribly embarrassing event overtaking her, all the time hearing the hushed whispers from the back room and wishing they would all shut the **** up back there. Whew! Mission accomplished.
The calm lasted for only a second and then fear pierced deep into her heart again. Penelope, who had barely taken notice before suddenly jerked her head around and stared Alannah straight in the eyes, then whispered something to Anahere, who grabbed ticket, reading Alannahs name written there. Then they both stared her straight in the eyes. Alannah was frozen, unable to speak or move, but luckily showing no external emotion. Holy Fucking Shit! They recognized me. She thought. How could they possible know? She could not hear the conversation but reading lips she definitely saw them say the name John more than once. They Know! They fucking know who I am and that I am Johns daughter! What can I do? Nothing! All I can do is just stand here like a statue and wait for destiny to mow me down like a dried up twig.
The two girls left some coins on the table saving Alannah the stress of collecting their tab and then hand in hand they left the diner. As they did Alannah definitely noticed that both the girls deliberately ignored her. Good, she thought. I don't want to talk to them and they don't want to talk to me. Maybe they won't tell dad who they saw. Someday though, I know, I'm going to get that call on the phone asking me to report to Penny Lake for an audience with dad. I hope I'm ready for that when it happens and I hope it doesn't happen soon. This is going to take a lot of getting used to.
After all the drama was over Alannah asked Sherina for another day off. There is much to contemplate, much to remember. I guess I'm really unstuck now, Alannah thinks to herself. I wanted to move into the future instead of being stuck living the same day over and over but I didn't think I would move this fast. It's been a little too much for one day. I'm hoping today that absolutely nothing happens at all. Tomorrow then, will be the first day of my new life, and the first thing I'm going to do is find Elina.
Calm now, confident and unafraid of what destiny may bring, Alannah sits in a booth in an all night diner, in the middle of a domain called Crystal City, one of thousands of other domains drifting in the middle of God knows where, and enjoys some pie and ice cream.
The End (for now).
Blog entry
19 Jun 2008 - 2:21pm
Your presence, is a present to the world.
You're unique and one of a kind.
Your life can be, what you want it to be.
Take the days, just one at a time.
Count your blessings, not your troubles.
You'll make it through, whatever comes along.
Within you, are so many answers.
Understand, have courage, be strong.
Don't put limits on yourself.
So many dreams, are waiting to be realized.
Decisions are too important, to leave to chance.
Reach for your peak, your goal and your prize.
Nothing wastes more energy, than worrying.
The longer one carries a problem, the heavier it gets.
Don't take things too seriously.
Live a life of serenity, not a life of regrets.
Remember, that a little love goes a long way.
Remember, that a lot of love goes forever.
Remember, that friendship is a wise investment.
Life's treasures, are people... together.
Realize, that it's never too late.
Do ordinary things, in a extraordinary way.
Have health, hope and happiness.
Take the time, to wish upon a star.
And don't ever forget....
For even a day....
How very special you are.
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Horace
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18 Jun 2008 - 6:35pm
I think the "president" should "think" twice before taking on these ladies, should he and his fascist cronies decide to take on Iran for yet more fun, population control, and profit. Had he the guts to show up himself, i think any one of them could take care of him in a nano second :))
http://video.stumbleupon.com/#p=kjiles5t6a
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15 Jun 2008 - 12:42pm
Our Vera, Angel of the Earth,
Always smiling regardless of pain.
Our Vera gave us Chrissy, in Birth,
To continue her mission she came.
Nurturing the essence of a Goddess,
Taking care of her Man with Love.
Chrissy and Stuwey will do no less.
As their Love for Vera seen from above,
Now resting in peace, safe in God’s care.
Now flying by as an Angel of love,
Able to visit, with so little fare.
Will always be felt by her soft gentle touch,
And always be welcomed as we feel in our heart,
Our Vera, we all Love so much.
Her smile and gentleness we saw in her face,
It’s our honour to have known an Angel like Vera.
Never to disappear as our memories of a lady of grace.
Etched in our Heart’s you will always remain,
Shown in the stars above so bright,
Vera is our Star, the one to always remain,
Our Angel on Earth and in Heaven so light.
Till we meet again stay close Vera,I feel your touch.
With all my Love ,Rosalie
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15 Jun 2008 - 1:18am
I've noticed lately that people, myself included, spend so much time doing things. Your entire life is about doing this or that. Losing weight, getting another job, getting a job in the first place, getting a car, getting a family, a mate, a house, an outfit, getting somewhere, always getting and doing. Some of us 'spiritual types' tend to think we've fallen outside of that cycle but many of us haven't. For some, it's getting to that next big breakthrough, or finding another teacher, or overcoming something you think is blocking something else from coming to you, or getting to the next 'level', or getting clear so you can transition into the 4th and 5th dimensions. Etc...etc...etc....
All distraction.
We are making things way more complicated than they really are. It's not that hard but some of us have a hard time realizing how truly easy it really is. For some of us, we think it has to be difficult in order for it to be meaningful. Another illusion.
Just stop.
When you can get to the point where there's nothing, where you're existing without what a teacher tells you, what society tells you, what anybody tells you but you; when you can strip it all away and stand there without nothing in nothingness, you'll realize you have everything already. The fun part is then going back into existence here with that knowledge and still 'doing' but knowing when to just stop. Stop and just be.
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14 Jun 2008 - 5:49pm
The Earth will come home as you find yourself,
being taught secrets from the geometric elf.
United at last with the mother ship of love,
letting DNA spin beyond and above.
Lining up chakras of colour and light,
finally the pineal is the master of sight.
The psychic mind increases its glow,
as higher self messages of love now flow.
Dimensions merge while you grow wings,
perception sharpened as your mind sings.
When is this time your questions delve?
Why the winter solstice in twenty twelve.
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14 Jun 2008 - 10:39am
Merge
Standing on the edge of wonder.
Unknown, un-manifest,
A body of Buddha in my hands as a child
I stare with blindness at what is before me.
All is calm where sky meets earth
A distant picture of merging stillness
I exhale into the breathless space that surrounds me.
Engulfed by the omnipresent emptiness,
I AM emerges from what “IS”.
Now, beyond the story, the story no longer exists
No place, no destination, no journey
A leap of recognition,
The Buddha arises!
Here, now, as I AM!
All along, present has Love been…
The child and Master as ONE awakens!
2007 ~ Written by Amy “I Am Love”
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14 Jun 2008 - 10:33am
THE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE FROM THE MUSE OF LIGHT
The girl who loved your man, is she to be hated? Pitied? She tried to steal him from you and you resented her energy coming into the sacred space between you and the man you loved.
You are the one he loves, you are the one he is with. You are in a relationship, entwined as Twin Souls united in love. But know this…what of the you on the other side?
The you who loves him and is NOT with him in that lifetime. The you that loves him from afar and cannot have him for he is with another.
Should you be mean and nasty and vindictive to that you? Adding to her pain? Is she not in enough pain already as she is not with the man she loves?
That girl is the other you. Another you from another dimension, another existence, another timeline. But somewhere, somewhen in a changed, flipped inside out and outside in time….that girl is you. Yes indeed it is YOUR consciousness that resides within that girl and you have the power to lessen her pain now…pain you will feel, delivered from yourself, in the time that you are her.
So be nice to the girl, forgive her and ease her pain for yes indeed she is you. Love
Yourself so you may love others, know they are all you in other times, other existences, other dimensions you are not yet aware of.
Forgive all the yous wherever they may be, darkworkers, people of ignorance, people who commit crimes and acts of unspeakable evil.
Forgive, embrace and integrate the darkness within yourself, transmute it and turn it into light so you can forgive and embrace the other yous who somewhere, somewhen, sometime your consciousness resides in them!
For can you not see how we are all connected? How we are all one?
There is no separation and you come here, to exist in third density so you may experience separation and remember that separation is an illusion, a product of the grand game, the divine plan and not real.
Forgive the other yous, forgive yourself, shine your light throughout and then you will be ready to return home through the evolvement of the species and the knowledge and love of the soul.
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14 Jun 2008 - 5:26am
Diving Beyond the Mind
Silence like a vacuum cocoon
Allows me to sit and be still
I hear my mind playing out it's fantasies
About the past and the future
And all the possibilities
Of what could have, should have or might happen
Realizing that is irrelevant and useless
I leave the mind behind
I pause to enjoy the silence and its safety for a moment
Finally I turn to face my feelings
And beneath those
The place from which they bubble up
As I plunge into the abyss of creation
Terrified at what is there
Swimming through the darkness
On the other side I find
Fairy dust and the light of the sun and moon
The power to create anything from unicorns and joy
To horror shows and misery
I find the choice is up to me
Once I break those patterns where
The mind keeps telling me I am the victim
And realize the truth, that I am the creator
Katherine B. c2008
Shared with Love and Light, Rosalie xo
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13 Jun 2008 - 9:32pm
From: http://www.halexandria.org/dward505.htm
Great reading!
The Golden Tear from the Eye of Horus by Dan S. Ward is a story of transformation, a fictional account of what might very well be true. (And much of it is.) To put it into perspective...
Imagine a dysfunctional family of extraterrestrials vying for control of the Earth.
Imagine also that this struggle has been going on for millennia.
Imagine you are caught up in this conflict.
Imagine that at some point you realize that in order for you to survive...
For even your very species to survive...
You must evolve into a higher being.
And finally... Imagine that this story is true.
The Golden Tear from the Eye of Horus is a fictional account of Dawn Riordan, a woman who finds herself in the midst of an out-of-control situation that may very well be a true account of the world. While the events and storyline are fictional, the basis and underlying plot are, in the author's opinion, true. Many of the characters in the story are archetypes or real beings -- not necessarily human -- and their characterization is based upon the best available evidence from historical documents.
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The Golden Tear from the Eye of Horus is first and foremost a story of one woman’s journey of the soul, her own versions of The Hero’s Journey and/or The Fool’s Journey (probably a little bit of each). In her journey, she encounters challenge after challenge, only to ultimately transform herself into something far beyond what she had ever previously imagined.
On one level, the novel is an adventure, filled with intelligent (but misguided) bad guys, chases, narrow misses, unique escapes, exotic locations, comic relief, and the inevitable romantic interest. Tantalizing clues are liberally dispersed throughout the story, and find resolution in a stunning manner. The storyline itself is fast-paced, filled with revelations and exciting events and ideas, and in the end, covers a great deal of territory (pardon the pun).
Very importantly, The Golden Tear from the Eye of Horus deals with prophetic and extraordinary truths about ancient history, governmental Conspiracies, vested interests, covert Extraterrestrial activities, bewildering and anomalous events and theories, the incredible truths about the strange events occurring on the third planet from the sun, and the potential for the transformation of the human species from Homo sapiens sapiens to the next evolutionary quantum leap and something far greater.
The Golden Tear from the Eye of Horus premiered on these webpages on August 22, 2003. Perhaps you noticed the spotlights and stars at the gala opening.
Beginning The Fool
Chapter One The Hierophant
Chapter Two The Tower
Chapter Three Death
Chapter Four The Hanged Man
Chapter Five Temperance
Chapter Six Strength
Chapter Seven The Hermit
Chapter Eight Justice Card
Chapter Nine The Moon
Chapter Ten The Chariot
Chapter Eleven The Emperor
Chapter Twelve The Empress
Chapter Thirteen The Sun
Chapter Fourteen Judgement
Chapter Fifteen The Star
Chapter Sixteen The High Priestess
Chapter Seventeen The Devil
Chapter Eighteen The Lovers
Chapter Nineteen The Wheel of Fortune
Chapter Twenty The Magician
Chapter Twenty One The World
Chapter Twenty Two Again, the Fool
Copyright 1997, 2000, 2003 Dan Sewell Ward
Dem Wid de Gold David Radius Hudson ORME
Blog entry
13 Jun 2008 - 8:19am
A Mouse Story ...
A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package.
"What food might this contain?" The mouse wondered ??
He was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.
Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning.
"There is a mousetrap in the house!
There is a mousetrap in the house!"
The CHICKEN clucked and scratched, raised her head and said,
"Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you,but it is of no consequence to me.
I cannot be bothered by it."
The mouse turned to the PIG and told him, "There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!"
The PIG sympathized, but said, "I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse,
but there is nothing I can do about it but pray.
Be assured you are in my prayers."
The mouse turned to the COW and said, "There is a mousetrap in the house!
There is a mousetrap in the house!"
The COW said, "Wow, Mr. Mouse. I'm sorry for you,
but it's no skin off my nose."
So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected,
to face the farmer's mousetrap-- alone.
That very night a sound was heard throughout the house --
like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey.
The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught.
In the darkness, she did not see it was a venomous snake
whose tail the trap had caught.
The snake bit the farmer's wife.
The farmer rushed her to the hospital and she returned home with a fever.
Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup,
so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup's
main ingredient, the CHICKEN.
But his wife's sickness continued, so friends and neighbors came
to sit with her around the clock.
To feed them, the farmer butchered the PIG.
The farmer's wife did not get well; she died.
So many people came for her funeral, the farmer
had the COW slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them.
The mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great sadness as he had lost all of his "FRIENDS".....
So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and think it doesn't concern you,
Remember -> When ONE of us is threatened, WE are ALL at risk.
We are ALL involved in this journey called life.
We must keep an eye out for one another and make an extra effort to encourage one another.
REMEMBER:
EACH OF US IS A VITAL THREAD IN ANOTHER PERSON'S TAPESTRY, AND OUR LIVES ARE WOVEN TOGETHER FOR A REASON.
Loving You All from Seattle,
Your Brother in Life and Love,
Jordan
Blog entry
12 Jun 2008 - 5:42pm
Snowflake
by Paul Hoekman
Tumbled from a cloud
rolled over and over
and out of its nest,
floats to the earth,
in so much dark yet
illuminous.
Landed in a tree,
top of a hill,
in colorful dreams
of soaring,
slept into the morning,
until something broke the chill.
Snowflake, special
different from all the rest,
and when you love what your doing
that's when you'll do your best,
with God's help we can pass any test.
With just enough light to see
it listens to a distant sound,
and caught a glimpse of the ocean
before the sun helped it to the ground.
Now a drop, it stumbled
into a swift moving stream
like a toboggan, flume, roller coaster,
such an ultimate adventure,
one wild and crazy screaming stream.
Snowflake, special different
from all of the rest
and when you love what you're doing
that's when you'll do your best,
then let God take care of the rest.
It slowly flows into a river,
wide ,slow, bold and free,
heard so much about the ocean,
learned so much, met so many,
there's so much love in the sea.
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12 Jun 2008 - 1:26am
You come to us from another world,
from beyond the stars and the void of space.
Transcendent, pure, of unimaginable beauty.
Bringing with you the essence of love.
You transform all who are touched by you.
Mundane concerns, troubles and sorrows dissolve in your presence,
bringing joy to ruler and ruled, to peasant and King.
You bewilder us with your grace,
all evils transformed into goodness.
You are the master alchemist.
You light the fire of love in Earth and Sky,
in heart and soul of every being.
Through your loving,
existence and non-existence merge.
All opposites unite.
All that is profane becomes sacred again.
Look at me and hear me,
because I am here...
just for that!
Both light and shadow are the dance of Love.
Love has no cause, it is the astrolabe of God's secrets.
Lover and loving are inseparable and timeless.
Although I may try to describe love,
when I experience it, I am speechless.
Although I may try to write about love, I am rendered helpless.
My pen breaks, and the paper slips away
at the ineffable place where lover loving and loved are one.
Every moment is made glorious by the light of Love.
Oh lovers, where are you going? Who are you looking for?
Your beloved is right here. She lives in your own neighborhood.
Her face is veiled. She hides behind screens calling for you,
while you search and lose yourself in the wilderness and the desert.
Cease looking for flowers, there blooms a garden in your own home.
While you go looking for trinkets, your treasure house awaits you
in your own being. There is no need for suffering, God is here!
My heart is burning with love. All can see this flame.
My heart is pulsing with passion, like waves on an ocean.
My friends have become strangers and I'm surrounded by enemies.
But I'm free as the wind, no longer hurt by those who approach me.
I'm at home, wherever I am. And in the room of lovers I can see with closed eyes
the beauty that dances. Behind the veils intoxicated with love, I too dance the rhythm
of this moving world. I have lost my senses in this world of lovers.
The springtime of Lovers has come,
that this dust bowl may become a garden;
the proclamation of heaven has come,
that the bird of the soul may rise in flight.
The sea becomes full of pearls,
the salt marsh becomes sweet as kauthar,
the stone becomes a ruby from the mine,
the body becomes wholly soul.
~ R U M I
Dedicated to the Pure, Divine Love that IS You, my Holy Brothers & Sisters! I Love You! I AM You! ~ Amy "I AM Love"
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11 Jun 2008 - 6:28pm
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"That being said..."
"At the end of the day..."
"It is what it is..."
"Having said that..."
"For all intents and purposes..."
"Move forward...go ahead..."
"Let it go...just move on..."
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Blah-blah words used in boardrooms and Dear Abby
Redundant, ineffectual phrases that waste time
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I don't want to let go!
I don't want to move on!
It took so long for the truth to shine
Such a huge chunk of time and
Such a significant fraction of
This gift of life from the Great Spirit
I seem to have mostly squandered.
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Can't I get some of it back,
Even just a tiny little bit?
I'll cry, I'll beg and fall
On my knees, prostrating myself
Please, don't make me move on!
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It's true what they say
About mind over matter:
The power of the mind is staggering, while
The power of the spirit is incomprehensible.
The hard part is converting mind into matter,
Or, as in my case, into less matter.
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"The spirit is willing
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Though I shall not ever let go
Of the vow I make here and now
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I will make sacrifices to the Great Spirit
Burning off fat from my flesh at His altar
Then I will smoke the sacred cedar and sage
And smudge on my forehead ashes of the past
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11 Jun 2008 - 5:36pm
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The treasured trick of time
That on occasion has allowed
This cosmic couplet to shine
In what seems the same cloud
Symbiotic siblings they, the
Quiet Moon, the explosive Sun
At these times, together play
A lunar eclipse is so much fun
One shining and one reflecting
In solar eclipses intersecting
One rising, the other setting
Yet simultaneously connecting
One inspires us to stop and stare
Ignoring all stars everywhere
Tho' the other, if we would dare
Could blind us with it's glare
The giant inferno ablaze in the sky
Or the silent orb as white as a lie
Choose between them, ne'er would I try
Oh, how sweet these treats for the eye!
DJH, 2007
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11 Jun 2008 - 8:58am
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Per Ignem ad Lucem
Tempus Fugit
Flumen fluo
Astra castra
Numen Lumino
Time flies
Rivers flow
The stars, my home
Your name, my light
I want to be admired
I want second sight
I want to be desired
In the middle of the night
No matter what
I think is true
All I want or
Need is you
And as time flies
The river does flow
Our lives can move
Both fast and slow
For better or for worse
I'm black, you're white
The stars are your home
And your name, my light
DJH, 2007
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11 Jun 2008 - 7:29am
Face to face, the sun and moon
The pretext to ending pretend
Couldn't have happened too soon
Last chance for hearts to mend
Why is it so hard to see
The auras of lovers in love?
Is it so hard to believe
An eagle nests with a dove?
When lion lies down with lamb
And strong defends the weak
The Scales bring balance to Ram
The proud befriends the meek
When two shining auras meet
Red sparks explode into sight
Fireworks of flame and heat
Arcing between hearts at night
DJH, 2007
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11 Jun 2008 - 6:40am
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I've developed an interest in gemstones.
What does this have to do with you?
Well, please don't take offense but
Stangely enough, I can't recall ever
Noticing anything unique about you;
Except that you kind of look like
Jennifer Aniston in a way, I guess.
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Please don't misunderstand my meaning.
I don't want to give anyone the impression
That I'm always looking for something
Unique in a person because, in truth
Each of us is exactly that...unique...
And there's no need to go on searching.
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On the day of your last birthday, however
I have to tell you I did notice your eyes.
I mean, I'm sure I've looked at them before,
But this time, when my gaze lingered on them
I really saw them, maybe for the first time.
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That evening, instead of watching all those
Commercials between segments of American Idol
I flipped back and forth between QVC and JTV
That was when I saw it on Jewelry Televsion...
A breathtakingly gorgeous gold emerald ring.
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And then it dawned on me like an awakening:
That the icy fire of the green emerald gemstone
Is what I see everyday in your beautiful eyes,
The likes of which I've never seen before.
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10 Jun 2008 - 9:41pm
Writing Styles 6/10/2008 5:10 PM
Today is the first day of my “Writing Vacation” . It is now 1500 (or 3pm ) .I have been at it since 1000. (10am).
I have learned, what most writers have learned ,to keep their sanity.
A. Writing is Spirit, Muse etcetera. There is a passion, that stirs within. It whispers..”Write” at other times it shouts or yells “WRITE DAMMIT” .Either way it is not invoked by the writee ,more the writer invokes the writee. Perhaps you are spirits muse …Hmmmm
B. Writers have their own concept of time. Meaning we write when it suits us. To accomplish any writing it is important to the writer that he/she figure that out in the beginning. For myself , I have found that having 2 twenty something men in my abode, is not conducive to afternoon writing trysts. So, I need to work my writing about their sleep schedules. IE. Anytime after 0300 (3am) or before 1200 (noon). Ideal.
C. Setting the mood. A glass of wine, candle light, music. Yes, much like a romantic evening, writers set the mood. According to the story they wish to channel. For instance if, I was weaving my novel based in Scotland, well I would listen to bagpipes and drink tea, and perhaps wear a kilt while writing ;-). Or if I am writing a story set in the 40’s I would listen to music popular in that time period, to transport me to that era musically. Movies are a great transportation tool. There are many movies out there, in many genres. For anyone’s taste. Meditation is often overlooked as a writers channel. I adore it. It puts this busy minded girl in the right mood. Open to spirit, to meander down mossy paths I never would of considered. Which is the basis of any Great piece of writing. Breaks are instrumental. Backs, Bladders and hands appreciate the time to recoup and regroup. I usually take a break every couple hours or so. 15 to 30 minutes to get out and check the mail, let the dog out, etc.
D. Tone. Yes tone as in loud or quiet. It depends, on who is doing the writing. I used to need quiet. Today I find I just need to tune others voices OUT. Perhaps I could learn something from Men here eh? Just joking. Do not deny me humor, Please. I find that listening to my mp3 player with headphones drowns most noise out. Utilizing noise cancelling speakers is respectful to your family.
E. Last but certainly not least, is WHERE to write. If you have a laptop, this could be anywhere and everywhere. If you are like me ,at this point you are strapped to your desktop. So make the area, as you like. This is your space. Hopefully conducive to writing. If not Why the heck not? Take some time and ponder that if you are the latter. Are YOU interfering with your writing capabilities? Are you denying your muse? Gosh I hope not. But if you are, do not fret. The challenge is solvable, quite easily. Simply clean your work space. Let this place be a mirror of inspiration. Reflecting back at its enchantress. Bills have no place on or around your desk. Nor do Tax or work projects. This is your creative HAVEN. Treat it with honor.
More writing wisdom to come.
Lucy Crissinger Spirit1Writer@gmail.com
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10 Jun 2008 - 8:36am
I can't take credit for the poem. I just tried to make it look pretty. Take a big bite.
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Girls are
like apples on a
tree. The best ones
are at the top of the tree.
Some boys don't want to reach
for them because they're afraid of
falling and getting hurt. Instead, they
reach for inferior, low-hanging fruit or worse
yet, they get the rotten apples off of the ground
that aren't good at all, just easy. Some of the truly
beautiful apples way up high may begin to think or
feel that something may be wrong with them, when
in reality, they're simply amazing! And as they ripen
to perfection, they realize that all they need to do is
just wait for the right boy to come along; the one
who is brave enough to climb all the way up
to the very top of the apple tree.
Do you
believe
you are
a brave
enough
person
to reach
for the
one you
truly love?
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9 Jun 2008 - 7:49am
This is not philosophy, nor is it sport--though some may play with it as such.
This is not science, nor is it art--though some may portray it as such.
At this moment, I see only one way to describe it: The cutting edge of truth.
I was focused. I mean, I was juiced up, man! The upcoming chili cook-off being held at the local mall was all I had been thinking about in the days leading up to the event.
The same event last year had been the first time I ever entered any contest involving cooking, even though cooking had been a creative passion of mine for years. Not knowing what to expect, I went there simply with the expectation to have fun with a new experience.
Well, I don't know if it was the hot chili paste made from rehydrated dried ancho chili peppers, the secret ingredients of coffee, dark chocolate and red wine, or the premium trio of beef tenderloin, pork loin and chicken breast that won over the judges. Maybe it was even beginner's luck that my chili was really spicy and each of the five judges were in their 30s or younger and could handle the heat. They ended up awarding me first place.
But I didn't care at all about the first place repeat. No, I was after only one thing: The Peoples' Choice Award, awarded to the most popular chili based on the public's voting after the judges had finished with their tasting. To me, that was the real badge of honor, and it had eluded me last year, probably for the same exact reason the judges were so blown away by my chili. Meaning, it was much too spicy for the general public.
Fast forward to a week before my second cook-off. I had begun reading a new book simply titled "The Secret." I had been introduced to the concept already, but never with such clarity or variety of authors and explanations.
I decided to have some fun with some of the ideas in the book, even going so far as to write up a fake article in which I was "interviewed" by the local paper doing a story about me coming back to "defend my title." I quoted myself as saying the only title I was going for was The Peoples' Choice award which, by the way, comes in the form of a very nice large stainless steel ladle that is engraved with "Peoples' Choice Award" and the year.
How would I be able to keep the public from remembering me and my too spicy chili? I was blessed with the inspiration to create a fresh, new recipe with a non-threatening name that would attract rather than repel most of the public volunteer tasters.
Behold, manifested directly from the deepest source of creative power of the universe, I present to you my "Flame-Broiled Bacon Double Cheeseburger Chili!" Sorry, Burger King!
The chili had crumbled beef patties that had all been cooked over a flame broiler-type grill, the flavor of which was infused throughout each spoonful of chili. I served each sample cup with a little each of pickles, shredded cheddar cheese and oyster crackers (the bun) and it was a hit, to say the least. Not only did that recipe earn The Peoples' Choice, but it got a nod from the judges as the last of the chili's that placed (5th Place).
When I was handed the microphone, I thanked all the people who came to the event, the judges, the sponsors including the mall personnel, my family, my boss from the resort restaurant where I work (who was in attendance and had paid for all my ingredients) and lastly pointed my finger up to the heavens and said, "and to God be the glory."
Then I walked over to my boss and in a sincere moment of respect and gratitude, I presented him with the coveted stainless steel ladle trophy and said, "This is for you." We gave each other a big bear hug and from then on, I was a firm believer in The Secret.
I entered my third cook-off in a row last February with a concoction I called "Pizza Chili." I figured hey, if I was able to put the flavor profile of a flame-broiled bacon double cheeseburger into a bowl of tasty chili, I just bet I could succeed in doing the same with ingredients from my favorite food of all time...PIZZA!
All it took was some diced mushrooms, onions, green peppers, chunky pepperoni, fresh Italian sausage, carmelized diced fennel bulb, both fresh AND roasted garlic and a mild chili sauce that had two full bottles of Chianti (Italian red wine, of course!) that I had reduced to half their original volume along with some freshly homemade tomato sauce. This time, I served the sample cups with shredded mozzarella cheese, oyster crackers (for the crust!) and fresh torn basil for an authentic Italian experience, if one so desired.
That recipe earned third place from the same judges from the two previous cook-offs, and all the winners names were in the paper the next day in an article (a real one this time!) that said, "Dan Hennell, known for his off-beat recipes, won third place." Well, it seems I now have a reputaion I need to uphold, I guess. Still, that has to be one of the best compliments I ever got regarding my cooking.
I must admit I still had been gunning for a stainless steel ladle of my own (my boss quit his job a few months after the last cook-off and went back to Ohio...with his ladle, of course!) Turns out this year, the people ended up voting for a lady's chili that had the three "not-so-secret" ingredients (she had placed the wrappers on her table) of coffee (Starbuck's), dark chocolate (Ghirardeli) and Guiness Stout. Hey! I remember doing something like that a couple of years ago, except it was red wine instead of Guiness.
I didn't regret a thing, however. That is, except that I was so busy serving my chili to the public that I didn't get a chance to get out from behind my table and taste her chili. But there's always next year.
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8 Jun 2008 - 7:49pm
All afternoon long
The large snowflakes
Were lightly falling
Lazily down at about
One foot per second—
So much more slowly than
The rate I fell for you
When light beams brought
Your blue eyes to mine
When sound waves sent
Your voice's vibration
Into my receptive ears
And now I can't sleep as
My thoughts race again—
Images and feelings ingrained
Upon my mind, remembering
Your warm hands holding my head
Your hot breath washing my face
Walking the new paths you led me
Following your footsteps and pace
Your gentle touch and gentle words
Words of love, or so I heard
Words I thought were meant for me
Words I turned into fantasy
These are my cold, lonely memories
Still without you, still without me
DJH, 2008
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7 Jun 2008 - 2:01pm
As days grow cold and dark. Fear begins to grip and rip you form the life you desire. Should we all let fear tear our world apart? Should we let hate lead to the discrimination of our people? Let us not only be patriots to this country but for the betterment of all! Look @ the vastly different people of our earth! Imagine NO WAR! No HAte! No Fear! No poor! No hungry! Yes it sounds impossible! When has the possibility aspect stood in the way of our current technology? If every inventor let the common quote of knowledge be dogmatic. We would've of never got any where. I say to you why let others lead you? Why not stand and say this is enough! My voice is one of power and divinity. We come as One People to stand against the tyranny of our current world leaders. We THE People Demand our God given Rights back. Not for only this nation but for all our People! We stand and say I will no longer let the onslaught of our people continue! As the Sun shines down on us. does it look and see races and different creeds. It sees ONE EARTH ONE PEOPLE. I AM a Divine human being. I AM beautiful. I AM a creator. I AM love. I AM the law of One. I AM this I AM.
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6 Jun 2008 - 5:33pm
Orange sky,
transparent lady
was I sleeping?
maybe.
I asked her what I was
she motioned all around me.
I asked her what I was
she put dirt in my hand.
I asked her what I was
she pointed to a tree.
I asked her what I was
she showed me a grain of sand.
I asked her what I was
she motioned towards the sea.
I asked her what I was
she said,
'Part of the plan.'
Fading light,
dissipating lady
'What's the plan?'
she smiles.
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5 Jun 2008 - 4:19pm
each fracture tells a story
some places look unbroken
those hurt most
if you take it
take care
if you break it
she cuts deep
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5 Jun 2008 - 4:15pm
"I can fix anything with three tools."
a heart requires
only one
fix it
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5 Jun 2008 - 2:38pm
Visionary on a quest
Travelling in truth
Seeking knowledge
Spiritual fulfillment
Given to self
Seeker of justice
Advocate of humanity
Logic and common sense
Communicated on a large scale
Social impact globally
Common in bond
Message the same
No matter the belief
Of circumstance
Honoring the words
Of the truth seeker
Soul searching messenger
Reaching progression
Power of suggestion
Mind over matter
Fact ot fiction
Enlightened diction
Spiritual restriction
Wisdom of completion
On the worldly journey
Balance in harmony
Weighed and measured
Answers found and always
Treasured
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4 Jun 2008 - 10:53pm
Star dust fell from my hairIt was a dark day in June~ *~ ** ~* ~Meteors whizzed by too soonStartled, I fell out from my chairI tumbled down to the moon~ *~ ** ~* ~A shooting star was my spoonSwiftly eating up my despairIt was a dark day in June~ *~ ** ~* ~Celestial delights played my tuneI could only stop and stareI tumbled down to the moon~ *~ ** ~* ~My life was but a galactic runeThe puzzle was all to rareIt was a dark day in June~ *~ ** ~* ~Safe within my heavenly cocoonStar dust fell from my hairI tumbled down to the moonIt was a dark day in June~ *~ *** ~* ~Passion For You *
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3 Jun 2008 - 4:18pm
In the northern hemisphere, late May and June is the time of year people naturally associate with transitions: beginnings and endings, letting go and moving on. It seems like everyone I know is rushing around to attend high school and college graduations and celebrations for friends and family. Children are getting restless with summer quickly approaching and excitement that the school year is coming to completion. Everyone is opening up their houses for spring cleaning: scrubbing, sorting, vacumming away winter dust and dirt and letting in the warm sunlight and fresh smell of Pinesol. Outside, I see green and new growth, flowers blooming, animals giving birth and returning to the North and everything is bursting with life.
In my own personal life, it seems like the universe is forcing me to give up the past, live in the moment and plan for the future (one of the biggest lessons I must learn in this life). As I reflect on my life and surrender to this trend, a poem has been running through my head which I would like to share with you all. It is called The Bridge by Shel Silverstein, one of my favorite poets, who seem to embrace this idea of new beginnings, growth and people finding the strength, confidence and courage to continue their life journey- even in among strangers or in unknown terroritory. Finally, this is a good poem to reflect upon when we must say goodbye to love ones who served their purpose in our lives and must go on (I gave a copy of it to all my college friends when we graduated). Read and enjoy!
The Bridge
This bridge will only take you halfway there
To those mysterious lands you long to see;
Through gypsy camps and swirling arab fairs
And moonlit woods where unicorns run free.
So come and walk awhile with me and share
The twisting trails and wonderous worlds I've known.
But this bridge will only take you halfway there-
The last few steps you'll have to take alone.
Shel Silverstein
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3 Jun 2008 - 1:37pm
Today I celebrate our Wedding Anniversary,
Stepping into the magic moment of Bliss.
Of a Love that is so pure ,much like that of Spirit ,
Can't wipe the smiles off my face to be so blessed .
To have and to hold without conditions,
A man so kind and loving was heaven sent.
Our Hearts beat as one,the other half of my soul,
Knowing we are twin flames ,I dance for joy.
Yet having our different Paths so totally accepted,
Gives Joy to wake up and know we are One.
Always there for each other through thick and Thin,
Troubles and woes are never a barrier .
To give and receive our Love in every moment ,
Acceptance is all we need to each other .
I am all that I am like never before,
For every day is a bonus to cherish for all time.
Eternal Love flows between us in harmony for this I pray,
If tomorrow never comes,we will never be apart.
Strengthened by our beliefs of no separation,
Like the Stars above that never fade.
On my hands and knees I pray in gratitude of Our Union ,
Never in my wildest dreams that I could be so fortunate .
To have my life complete with a Man so dear.
Nurtured by each moment that we breathe.
Celebrations are special when joy and Bliss,
Are ours to enjoy the wonder of a man called Ashley .
If tomorrow never comes ,Our love will always be ,
A Rainbow within our Hearts for all to see.
Written and shared with Love and Light,Rosalie xo
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1 Jun 2008 - 7:25pm
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Conversation with a Zen Master
My travels took me to Sichuan Province
To the lush valley of the Danang River
Sitting on the grassy bank under a tree
Was a small man of great age and wisdom
As was the custom, I greeted the venerable one
With a slow deep bow, addressing him formally
He laughed without opening his mouth, then said
"Your Mandarin is terrible, do you speak Cantonese?"
"Yes, Master," I replied, "but it's no better"
"Well," he said, "I shall be the judge of that!
Now, you must have a reason for bothering me
What do you wish to say to me? Speak plainly!"
"Master," I implored, "I want more
I need to do more, be more...
I want to see more, feel more
Yes, I want all these things!"
He said, "Then you must see and feel less
And then may you do less and be less
Until you will want less and need less
Until there is no mind...nothing."
"...no mind?" I inquired, not understanding.
"If you want something, begin with nothing," he continued
"No 'seeing' things, no 'feeling' things
No 'doing something' or 'being something' then
There will be no 'wanting' or 'needing' anything!
One must master the 'no' in 'nothing'
In order for one understand any thing
Once one is able to know the difference
Only then, will all these things be theirs."
He added, "The path to 'Yes' is the path to 'No'
And the path to 'No' is also the path to 'Yes.'
Now, young one, tell me true; do you understand?"
"No," I admitted, quite perplexed.
"'No?' Good!" he answered, with a satisfied smile.
DJH, 2007
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1 Jun 2008 - 6:54pm
Living your future too fast
You let yourself get passed
Made your meet eat your ends
Time twists, overlaps and bends
In spite of our souls' sakes
The Moebius strip breaks.
How quick seasons come around
They stalk us without a sound
The phases we find ourselves in
Subject to change, all on a whim
So live like a false prophet
Sleeping in a house of cards.
Stuck in stake and rope patterns
We repeat our ephemeral cycles
Destinies are not in tea leaves
Fate runs through fields on fire
And if time is on anyone's side
It's an illusion in which we hide
Each mindful and mindless moment
Progresses into one minute older
Using your talents of silver on
Vain attempts to recapture vitality
Skipping on the periphery of youth
Too unfocused to see truth.
We think we can measure time?
From crystal quartz frequencies
To the pinpointed accuracies
Of the almighty atomic clock
Weakened by the virus of some
Empirical scientific evidence —
But science shall never trump God.
DJH, 2007
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1 Jun 2008 - 3:55pm
Do not look with despair upon rising,the bird that chirped in your ear ,all night long is not to blame. For what is Blame? but a mirror of your own emotions.
Let the birds instead lull you into a peace filled state.
Perhaps it was sirens that awoke you,startling you into the day. Never no mind.
Awaken instead to life...
Enjoy all...take joy in all...
Paint, Sew, Walk,Run.
Work,pray,heal,learn.
Dance....take delight in the now.
Mow your yard..enjoy...
Pay bills ..enjoy...
Clean...enjoy
All these and more you can enjoy...
If only you give yourself permission .
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1 Jun 2008 - 8:39am
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I was lost on this lonely isle
When I found your sorrowful smile
And if I ever wanted the sky to be blue
All I needed was to think of you
And how you beckoned me with sultry eyes
How you sang lullabies with your thighs
How you hugged me with curvaceous hips
And devoured my body with voracious lips
Then you watched me from on high
As I braved all your battles below
Your waiting forces, in ambush, lied
As I strayed inside the killing zone
You coldly cut me down in a hail of gunfire
Strafing me with bullets of burning desire
Finished me off with one shot to the head
Wished you had cut out my heart instead
Then dragged me behind your chariot of gold
Desecrating my corpse before it grew cold
I was torn like the wings off a dove
Reborn in the fiery baptism of love
It was fate that brought us together
And 'twas faith that failed us forever
Now I'm gone like the gods above
Reborn in the fiery baptism of love
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1 Jun 2008 - 8:23am
The silence is golden
And alone is alone then
Fairy tales may come true
But not for me and you
I tried hard to explain
How to face your own pain
Leave ghostly ghettos behind
Haunting meadows in your mind
Then how you surprised me
When you compromised me
You couldn't play fair
So you took to the air
There were no goodbye's
And I guess everyone dies
We were never meant to be
God it should have been me
How this summer is flowing
With green grasses growing
Dewey tears they do weep
On the ground where you sleep
Now evening is falling
My future still calling
The setting sun shadows your name
And I in golden silence remain
DJH, 2007
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1 Jun 2008 - 8:13am
When I read The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe
When my walls cave in or the tide is low
When the light fades as each night falls
When the moon wanes and the dove calls
I think of you
When a bottle breaks, when I smell roses
When the earth quakes or a casket closes
When my spirit sinks and the music dies
I can't help it, but when our baby cries
I think of you
When I win and when I lose
When I sin or hear bad news
When I buy or when I sell
When I try to forget this hell
I think of you
DJH, 2007
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1 Jun 2008 - 7:58am
the sun loses its warmth
the moon dims its glow
the earth stops spinning
fair winds cease to blow
puppies tails fail to wag
canaries silence their song
galloping stallion slows to a lag
on a road travelled too long
babies flat out refuse to be cute
diamonds forget how to shine
sweet tangerine a sour grapefruit
a fine champagne is vinegar wine
the days overflow with empty
nights pour a punishing rain
incremental eternity tempts me
to fall from grace and embrace
the pain.
DJH, 2007
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31 May 2008 - 6:26am
This is a poem written in four parts. "Objection" is written from a woman's perspective upon her rejection of a dude she's not interested in. "Appeal" is the guy's desperate, last ditch attempt to reason with a "higher court," clearly hoping for a sympathetic judge. But he should've hired Johnny Cochran.
Is "Ruling" the "end of the road" for he who has failed to win over her heart? The answers lie in the final piece, "Trancendence." Unable to find meaning in external relationships and forced to look inward, he discovers that his unnecessary suffering was based on untrue thoughts about himself in the past.
He has awakened and knows that it is up to him to decide on and then create and manifest the future he envisions for himself. The first and last pieces are written in the exact same form to symbolize his being in harmony and balance with all things, as he has accepted and understood that her decision at the time was indeed best for all.
Dan Hennell
Objection
I object
To being
The object
Of your
Desire
Get a clue
Or else
I'll feed
You to the
Fire
Yes I
Know that
Your feelings
Are for
Real
But in
This matter
I will
Allow no
Appeal
And yes
I know
This cuts
Like a
Knife
But I
Suggest you
Move on
With your
Life
For in
The end
You might
Very well
See
That maybe
You weren't
Really in
Love with
Me
Appeal
Your honor
May I approach
The bench?
How could she
My heart
So swiftly steal
And not
Expect me
To appeal
Her decision
To not consider
The possibility
That in time
She might see
Things differently?
Stop and
Think just how
I'll appear
Right about now
This time
Next year
She should
Know better
Than they
How things
Can change from
Day to day
She's practically
Hardwired into
My brain
Between my heart
And her hand is
An unbreakable chain
But just like
The great
Bob Marley sang
"I don't wanna
Wait in vain
For (her) love."
Ruling
In the matter of
The People Vs. Dan:
He is charged with
"High treason against
The realities of Man."
As Chief Justice of the
Highest court in the land
It thereby befalls me
To state where I stand .
The other six Justices are
Deadlocked at three and three
So it seems the deciding vote
Shall come down to me.
The opinion of this Court
Will be just and fair and
May never be challenged
As we do not err.
We find the Defendant
Guilty in the first degree
Take him out, lock him up
And throw away the key!
Your goose is cooked
And your fate so sealed
This court has heard
Your final appeal.
Transcendence
I transcend
Your laws
And your
Judgement as
Well
Don't think
I haven't
Spent some
Time in
Hell
Ask for
The clarity
To seek
And you'll
Find
The only
Real prisons
Are those
Of your
Mind
"The Reality
Of Man"
Are the
Results at
Last
Brought into
Being by
The thoughts
Of your
Past
All we
Need do
Is focus
Energy and
Thought
And soon
see anew
All that
We have
Wrought
Daniel James Hennell, 2007
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30 May 2008 - 2:36pm
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The Disappearance
Do you remember how we were running towards nothing?
Do you remember how it felt so damn good?
It didn't matter we were running from something
Something neither of us understood
It came upon us about half past Midnight
Crazy thing to happen at such a late hour
We'd just finished making love for the third time
And mystics say that three's a number of power
All at once there was an eerie sort of silence
As if there wasn't such a thing as sound
Couldn't even hear each other's heavy breathing
We started freaking as we looked all around
Holding hands we floated slowly to the ceiling
Each second, screaming out in fear and delight
Knew right then just how a feather could be feeling
The room was all aglow in blue electric light
Then suddenly surrounded by a thousand spirits
Or were they points of light, we just weren't sure
They were flying in a dance of dizzy circles of
Resplendent rainbow energies of love so pure
Voices in our heads then said this all together
"The Guardians have granted you the power to heal
Both of you together will serve humanity forever
What you see when you arise will not seem real!"
Before the dawn arrived we woke up in a cold sweat
Felt the waves of heat before the sun even rose
Something different in the way that we saw things
Everything was moving indescribably slow
First we thought you all were trying to ignore us
Then to our horror it soon became quite clear
We were moving way too fast for you to see us
Next day the papers said that people disappeared
Was this what they had always said about the Rapture
People taken straight to heaven with angels to abide?
But how on earth could we then serve all humanity
When humans could not even see us at their side?
We have since learned of the truth behind our purpose
One could say we focus on the future of your youth
Meaningless is time to us since time is an illusion
And love of life is the purpose behind every truth
One day you too will learn it's all about vibration
That each thing in the universe has it's own rate
That there is but one universal law in all creation:
Whatever things you think about will be your fate
DJH, 2007
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30 May 2008 - 11:43am
"The Divinity Movie, is just one of the transformative meditations found in the long-awaited Awakenings CD Set, by author, lyricist, healer and coach, Anita Pathik Law. We hope you continue to enjoy the movie, and that you also choose to experience the magic of the other meditations available in Awakenings.
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29 May 2008 - 4:51pm
In mythology we find gods and heroes,
legends, folklore and monsters.
In fairytales we hear of giants slain
and princes on quests to save the
virgin from the dragon
and the princess from the tower.
In theology we find the saviour,
The son of God himself.
Buddha, Krishna and Sai Baba,
Jehovah, Allah, Elohim.
We kneel in prayer and congregate
In worship, hymn and ceremony.
In shamanic practise we see
the master ascend to the skies.
He shape shifts and heals
and returns from the darkest
corners of the earth.
To tell us his tales of celestial angels
and demonic forces of the underworld.
In Paganism the High Priestess talks
of healing and magic and mystic art.
The druid blesses the seasons and
fasts on forest fruit during the sacred ritual.
In psychology we learn of paradigms and theory,
of focusing our thoughts in Freudian therapy.
We study human behaviour and relationships,
breaking into pieces the spiritual in analysis of the mind.
In science we find quantum realities,
electrons, molecules and photons.
Gravity, energy and human cells.
Genetics, string theory and anti-matter.
In philosophy we read Aristotle,
Socrates and Plato.
Discussing ethics, metaphysics and Esthetics.
Politics, reason and concepts.
So where lies the truth of the human seeker?
To which discipline do we turn?
Art, Science, religion?
Mysticism? Shamanism?
Tell me where do the answers to my questions lie?
Why all of them my weary friend,
traveller on the road of knowledge.
Lean not on one but all,
for they are aspects of the whole.
Truth falls to those who seek to unify,
not compartmentalise.
You may travel far and wide,
to exotic jungles and undiscovered civilisations.
Dive to the ocean floor
and climb the highest mountain.
Take a sacred journey to darkest Peru,
or a spiritual quest to Tibet.
Walk through a Labyrinth etched into the grass
at a pagan gathering in a Glastonbury field.
But the greatest journey the human can take,
Is the one within themselves.
To love, to peace, to happiness and freedom.
To become one with the divine, to become whole.
Return to the source from whence you came,
Your father, your mother, your creator, yourself.
But grow firm roots on planet earth,
Anchor yourself to Gaia.
For only then can you fly high and free,
Spread your wings and return to me.
The answers my friend lie everywhere,
In every corner of the cosmos.
Within yourself, within your body,
Your mind, your heart and soul.
We give you a glimpse of what you can have
When you return to your home.
Connect with another of opposite force,
Your equal, your nemesis, your mirror.
It won’t be easy for challenge it brings
but with it the greatest love.
This is the path of the human
that wishes to grow and ascend.
There will be sorrow, regret, pleasure and joy.
Follow the calling of your soul.
Your soul is connected directly to me,
To your higher self, to the Godhead.
Feel this connection, find it in paintings,
in dance, in poetry and in song.
For your life is a story waiting to unfold,
It's been written, it's unwritten you can take any road.
Follow the clues, follow the signs.
Have faith, be strong and embrace love.
Blog entry
28 May 2008 - 4:10pm
When she awakens from this sleep filled state
We will lead with our love through all this hate
There is no need to hide
For i see you here right by our side
I was a powerful energy all alone
But the mixture of her and I
Manifested love in a physical form
This dark age will clear away
We are as cleansing as our herb friend sage
We are here to lead humanity to the golden age
Emerse your soul within our light
It is time to take our final flight
If only she would awaken from her sleep filled state.
Blog entry
28 May 2008 - 4:04pm
A day in the park
Touched with compassion
Surrounded with Misfortune
Asked for change
Offered food in exchange
A group of misfits
Shunned from society
Inspired with Divinity
United with their unselfishness
Invited within their energy!
I wrote this poem the day that i was invited to a bar b q that the homeless in Modesto put together once a year. it was a truly amazing experience... A man asked me for 30 cents and so i gave him a dollar...and then he invited me to their bar b q. i hope you enjoy the poem i wrote in honor of those beautiful souls...
Shelly
Blog entry
28 May 2008 - 3:59pm
I see all
I see nothing
What you see inside
Is for you to say
I see all
I see nothing
What you see
Is what you are
Blog entry
28 May 2008 - 3:55pm
Twisted and Turned
Sleep Deprieved night
Sinking and swimming
What a depleated sight
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28 May 2008 - 6:42am
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The Zen of Drowning
Will I overcome
My fear of drowning
Almost out of breath
Beneath the surface?
Focused only on that
Huge gulp of air
With my lungs now
Burning in desperation
Panic soon sets in, but
A smooth, quick transition
Is the best description
I can offer you as a
Calmness and tranquility
Wash gently over me
Then warm love flows in
God's peace flows through
White light flows out
And the last mortal gift?
Humor: I am beholden with
The crystal-clear conscious
Realization of heartfelt gratitude
That at least I didn't die of thirst
DJH, 2008
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28 May 2008 - 1:13am
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Seeing you again exposed my feelings
Feelings that I just can't seem to shake
Like those three strips of rubbery glue behind
Address labels on magazines sent in the mail
That stay stuck to the tips of your fingers
I can't shake you, I can't shake me, I can't shake us
Now when I see you, you appear to be not of this earth
I once took you to be an angel sent to bless me with your presence
But angels don't reject those whom they are sent to bless
It's not the first time I've felt the pain of rejection
But the vulnerability you must see in me is embarrassing
Being vulnerable is alright for those in committed relationships
However, what is a blessing to the unconditionally accepted
Becomes a cruel curse to the eternally rejected
Rejection is my religion and vulnerability is my dogma
Going insane from the lonliness, I see crazy contradictions
As if I'm standing still, as stationary objects fly past me.
I feel so inspired by stars, not one in particular
But there is always a star that first catches my eye
The instant I see it twinkling in the twilight sky
That, in forcing me to notice it, causes me then
To turn my gaze up towards the heavens and
Then I see... oh, I see so many stars
Hundreds if I could only keep my count
Thousands if I had the eyes of an eagle
Millions that I feel simply by gut intuition
Billions of which I'm undeniably part because I feel
A heavy tugging sensation deep inside, almost like pain
The pulling of each single individual atom of my body
Towards the unknown, against the relatively equal force
Holding me here, ever pushing me down, down
Until I'm left with only the known, and I know
It is not stars that make me feel so, but you...
Your name is the mantra of my heart's beating.
I still continue to be drawn to you...why?
Is what I feel just fallout from unrequited love?
Could I be teetering on the edge of obsession?
Did our lives reconnect for a reason, or by chance?
I wasn't even aware of the time we had been together
You needed to remind me that we had a past connection
But why did our life paths intersect, and why now?
I can't believe it was for no other reason
Than to leave me crying with a broken heart.
I want to believe there's something more to it than
You showing me a new side to human spirituality
I know that THAT isn't something to take lightly
Since it, like you, positively changed my life
In fact, my whole reality changed because of you
But like it or not, I also fell in love with you.
What a shame I can't share my love with you because
You said you just don't feel that way about me.
I'd give anything to change that reality.
DJH, 2007
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27 May 2008 - 11:30pm
Not to think about you
Was unthinkable to me
And life without you
Was unlivable for me
It ain't the pain in my heart
Or the hole in my soul
The absence of healing hands
That made me feel whole
Though what is the purpose
Of me stating this case?
My life's a big circus
An unwinable race
You'll feel the same way tomorrow
The way you're feeling today
And the torch I still bear for you
Just gets in the way
Of a wonderful friendship
Had I only planted the seed
It's not what I wanted
But it's just what I need
I wake up then stay up all through the night
It hits home I'm alone and nothing seems right
So I break down, kneel down, give up the fight
And then I feel your love still shining bright
I'm enlightened by the truth
And enlivened by your light
The revelations abounding
As I'm given second sight
Perceptions are shattered
As the old bubbles burst
I am one with the universe
Both the best and the worst
'Cause you'll feel like tomorrow
How you're feeling today
Maybe this torch I am carrying
Is kind of good in a way
Ours is a beautiful friendship
Blessed by the angels above
What you always envisioned
Was a different kind of love
I will lay down this fire if
You help put out the flames
And we'll stand hand in hand
In those purifying rains
Of a different kind of love.
DJH, 2007
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27 May 2008 - 6:41am
Any last requests?
Yes, I do, now that you mention it.
Don't put shiny polished shoes on my stiff cold feet.
Not to mention cotton or polyester socks of any kind.
Please keep all my rings and watches.
Everything, in fact, that you might be tempted
To have them force onto my fingers or wrists.
Or sell them all for cash, I really don't care.
And whatever you do, please don't let them
Put an expensive suit on me, old or new.
It's such a waste on so many levels.
And why loop a nice leather belt to hold up my pants?
I'm lying down, aren't I?
Come to think of it, I don't want to be lying down at all.
My empty shell lying in repose for years on end
Suffocating in an airtight subterranean vault
Whilst living feet walk over those of us taking the dirt nap?
I don't think so.
Not for me, anyway.
I will sleep in the sea as sand.
DJH, 2006
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27 May 2008 - 6:09am
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"Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?" ~Pablo Neruda
Tide Pools
Tears are simply water
Manifested through emotions
Dematerialized from the depths
Of the deep salty oceans.
Will I ever taste your tears?
For I've tasted only mine.
Will I ever cause you to cry?
Well maybe I should try.
I may not have emptied oceans
Or lowered the level of lakes
But I've drained a few tide pools
Worth of tears for you.
How they keep flowing
Out of my eyes
Like the tides.
DJH, 2006
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27 May 2008 - 5:32am
It is a focus upon my life
to fill my needs,
to feel the essence
of my world with life,
to become who I am,
and at what moments
of whom I shall be.
I ponder such thoughts
at what grace shall set me free
to become the person that I am,
harvesting my soul
to reap the wild wind blow,
and become
the master of what I am,
the faster of my plan
to become the essence
of my virtual reality.
Far from the normal hype,
I spend my time
thinking of what life
becomes of me,
that I strive more
of perfection,
and its values
that would set me free
into a world so demanding
of all life's imperfections,
and I atone myself
in the nitty gritty
of a moment's passing,
to see
that I have only
just begun,
to see what day it is.
by Edward
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25 May 2008 - 9:06pm
The Initiate.
by Jade Ashcroft
Chapter 1
Beginnings
July 21st 2006
Midsummer air scarcely breathed, the moment hanging in suspension as Elanor stood poised at the outer rim of the Labyrinth. Eyes cast downwards to the tiles at her feet, then tracing her intended route to the centre of the pattern in a fluttering eye movement. Unlock the door to the past and find my true self.
To the uninitiated she would appear briefly paused for thought, stealing a moment's peace amid the chaos and confusion. For Elanor this was a momentous landmark in her life cycle. Her entry point, or initiation, into the Higher Mysteries. No Cults, no Secret Societies or Covens, just the journey inward seeking the truth.
Elanor stole a brief glance around the deserted park, and inhaled deeply as she stepped over the threshold of the Labyrinth. Walking slowly and deliberately, the traffic noise began noticeably ebbing away from the sphere of her sensations, and the silence amplified.
Slowly, step by step, the tensions drained from her shoulders and neck. The incessant chatter of her conscious mind subsided to a dull roar, and she drew in a long deep breath. Re-focusing her attention on the glistening black tiles underneath her feet, every corner diverted her attention inward. Calm serenity descended over her like a radiant shower.
It is a rare thing to find a moment of tranquillity and even more precious to be able to keep it. The pursuit of wealth and status, residual groves of unfulfilled desires and ambitions float aimlessly through the ether to assault the consciousness of those sensitive enough to perceive it. Elanor had never been particularly interested in money or fame, preferring to live in relative anonymity and stealing through the crowds unseen when it was necessary.
People's attitudes, ignorance being at the top of the list and intolerance coming a very close second, were the fuel for the fire of anger inside. Her awareness shifted though the subtle layers, like a bicycle through its gears. The electrified atmosphere around her shimmering with energy as the lines of the mosaic floor gleamed with silvery lines of force. This power conduit was here all the time, embedded within the symbol of the labyrinth, but the daily lives of the general population simply left no room for the slightest perception of its existence.
As she paced the final stretch towards the centre, she sent parts of her consciousness spiraling outwards, seeking contacts. Her body felt as light as air, as if she might raise her arms to the sky and float away.
Elanor reached the epicentre of the Labyrinth, her eyes still cast downwards as she stood in contemplative silence. A gentle breeze swept around and through her, raising the tiny hairs on her body. A shiver rattled down her spine and every fibre of her being shuddered with the intensity of it.
She took a small step forward and considered the star underneath her feet with its 7 petalled lotus in the middle. In that moment of silent wisdom she understood and accepted her fate. She must surrender to the will of the Gods. That is what she had feared, though not knowing why or what it was that she was afraid of. A voice very much like her own spoke to her from somewhere deep inside.
No matter what I do, or how far I try to runaway, I chose this path long before this moment. Acceptance of my Fate and Destiny is merely the beginning, and the only truth to seek in this quest is Love. To be a seer is to be a messenger, and persecution is inevitable for anything which threatens their illusions will produce fear.
The answers make themselves apparent to those who would seek, needing only patience, faith and endurance to receive.
Elanor remembered being told many years ago that she must learn to love without judgement, but Universal Love of everything without question isn't quite as easy as one might think. A nearby crow announced its warning of ascent, breaking the silence. The air molecules around her swirled, alive with something stirring. She thought hard about her journey so far, and in her mind she de-constructed the fragmented pieces, reorganizing and categorizing her experiences.
Leaves whirled along the grass, shuttled with the force of a blast of wind. In ever decreasing spirals, the wind picked up the leaves and tossed them around for a while and surreptitiously dumped them in another part of the park. Elanor smiled as she thought of this motion as a fairly accurate analogy for her life. She had never felt that she belonged in any one place and had spent most of her time searching for meaning in things, people, places and all the while not realizing that knowledge, understanding and wisdom lay within.
She could feel eyes boring into the back of her skull, as someone else entered the park. Autumn seemed to be pushing for an early entrance this year. Already, at the back end of July, the currents were raging for change. Elanor shifted uncomfortably knowing that it was time to leave. She didn't like being observed and suddenly felt very vulnerable with her soul bared to the world. Swiftly gathering her thoughts together, she constructed her veil of protection. The discarded bag and coat were still lying on the ground at the entrance to the Labyrinth. She squirmed, wriggling into the coat and pulling her bag over her shoulder. She hurried towards the iron gates away from prying eyes. There are going to be difficult times ahead, but this is the journey beginning I can feel it.
The temperature dropped without warning and a shower of heavy raindrops plummeted from the purple sky overhead. Elanor walked quickly out of the park gates heading towards the Library, she tugged at her hood to shield her from the downpour.
Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a row of old gravestones peeping out from behind the shrubbery, as she walked past the crumbling park wall. Leaning up against one of these gravestones was an unmarked solitary red sandstone cross. It looked so of place that it made her stop and stare. She wondered why it had been hidden away behind all that greenery.
“Are you interested in local history then?”, a voice spoke from behind her, and Elanor turned around to see the face that accompanied the voice. The old man leaned heavily on his walking stick. A mischievous expression played across his face, “That cross lying there”, Elanor offered, as she pointed to where it lay, “It's Fleur de lys at the ends isn't it?”
The old man smiled at her with a curious expression on his face, “There's not just crosses hidden here you know”, and he winked at her. Elanor gave him a sideways glance. How could he have know what I was thinking?
“I used to work in the Florence Mine”, he said unperturbed, “one day when we were digging, the floor gave way and fell out from underneath us and you know what we found there?”
Elanor shook her head and gestured with open palms.
“A Burial Chamber”, he breathed, with dramatic emphasis.
Something unseen hit Elanor in the solar plexus, it was a bit like butterflies but with a cold drawing feeling attached to it. She was used to warning signs but not usually in situations like this. He leaned in closer to her and whispered, “There used to be devil worshipers round here and there were bodies in there buried in the likes of which you wouldn't ascribe to any god fearing Christian”
Elanor coughed nervously in an attempt to cover the alarm rising in her body. She was feeling threatened but couldn't locate the source of the discomfort.
“What did you do”, she asked, striving to appear nonchalant. The old man straightened up a little, his eyes seeming to dull momentarily,
“Nothing”, he sighed, “we were there to mine for kidney ore, not to excavate remains. They just boarded it up and told us to forget about it. Get on with our work”, he shook his head as the moment replayed in his memory, and a spark of recognition jolted him out of his reverie,
“D'you know ST Begh's Church then?”, he asked, eying her suspiciously. Elanor nodded in affirmation.
“They found a temple room buried underneath the old part of that church, you know. All painted in dark blue with stars and angels all over the walls and ceiling. It was at the end of one those secret tunnels that they uncovered at the beginning of this century”
She realized then that his accent had been slipping in and out of local dialect, sentences rounding off with a broad Irish twang. A shiver ran down her spine as she though about how similar this old man was to her grandfather. Her instincts told her that her grandfather's presence around her was at least partly responsible for the delivery of this information. She'd been thinking about him a great deal lately, and with her grandparents wedding anniversary having just passed it meant that his faith had been in her mind while she had been studying.
The old man was still talking, “I have this plate that we found when we were digging”, he hadn't noticed her lapse in concentration and carried on, “I have kept for years, if you want it you can have it. There is something odd about it. Never could quite figure out what it was”
Elanor fumbled in her bag for a pen and a piece of paper,
“Give me your address” she said, “I'd love to see it”
She scribbled down his details, thanked him and made polite excuses to get on her way. The old man shrugged his shoulders and ambled off in the opposite direction. Coincidence, or is this a portent? She shivered again as she thought about what the old man had said. A Temple room, buried underneath a Cumbrian Church?
Elanor walked quickly, so immersed in thought she barely noticed the wind and rain whipping around her.
Walk the pathway with an open heart and an open mind. Seeking awareness as you go.
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25 May 2008 - 7:17pm
You can have anything you want;
Such is the power of the alchemist within.
Spiritual poverty need not be,
You have the winning lottery ticket, you are a billionaire.
Everything can come your way if you let it,
All possibilities flourish within the quantum void we call our universe.
Einstein knew this, Buddha and Jesus knew this.
You know it.
This is your ticket out of depression,
This is your queue to make whatever you want of your life,
Start on the first rung of that cosmic ladder,
And see how quickly you can climb to the top.
So you want to be a writer? You already are!
So you want to be an actor? You already are!
So you want to be in a fulfilling, loving and romantic relationship? You already are!
As you think, so you are.
What you resist will persist,
To quote from the great Carl Jung,
Master of dreams and consciousness.
Create your own reality.
Everything that exists on the higher levels,
Exists within the physical.
You just need to know how to draw these realities towards you,
Let go of fear it is your worst enemy.
Open your heart and soul to trust, faith and respect.
But project those qualities onto yourself,
As well as onto God for you are one and the same.
You are your own greatest teacher.
You are your own master and can have everything you need.
The secret is hidden within your own DNA.
Heal yourself, be strong.
And you will have everything you want.
There are such good things in life…
And they are so good.
Embrace them wholeheartedly.
Embrace them now.
Make happiness and love yours.
Make security and freedom yours.
Make material wealth and success yours.
Make satisfaction and excitement yours.
Visualise your goals,
Climb the cosmic ladder.
With gladness in your heart for all that is.
Embrace oh spirit your humanity.
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25 May 2008 - 6:22pm
If I were to write a song
About the times we shared
And laughing times we dared
It would not be very long
For only three words defined what we felt
I love you
And
If we were to share that time again
Amongst the best times we ever had
When times were crazy and times were sad
Times when we were scantly clad
I’ll whisper, my lips to your ear
Drinking Rockefeller beer
The night I wiped your tears away and replaced them with laughter
Stars fell thick happily ever after
Tall grasses caress the skin of the forgotten
While the forgotten gets remembered
The pieces get assembled
As the assembled rise
True love never dies
For in my eyes
Goes out the lies
Fled my light
Blessed be my new sight
We sang a faithful evening of
Dandelion and woe
Skull and bones and Bow
Smack and blow
High and low
Skin doth linger skin doth glow
Dotingly adoring ever minuet of exhilarated liberation
Of perfect immaculate timing
The angels had been divining
Us
Your eyes seem so familiar
They never lost that tender spark
I sing to you
Can you hear it?
I sing to you
I sing to you!
Everlooonnggggg
Everllllooonnggggg
Hence
The
Feelings
Hence
The
Meaningful Sounds
The
Meaningful Sounds
Or the paradox inside
Illusionary divide
Simple collide
Will we ever just be
Happily ever after like before
You and me
Can you see
Can you see
Hope you enjoyed readers
Just throwing out some rambling and feelings :)
Starkid of Brightness
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24 May 2008 - 9:27pm
The trees speak to me in colors of Red,Green and Gold.
They whisper their wisdom on the winters wind.
Listen very closely @ first light.
The knowledge they impart are lessons of Oneness and creation.
Take it in..breathe it in....until it fills your lungs to the brim with the sweet morning air.
Once you are overflowing with the messages the tree's have sent..
Be aware of your heart..opening ...and receiving ...extending love ...connecting to the universe...
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24 May 2008 - 9:14pm
"Bobbie ? " Melanie called out through the house. She looked in his room,the bathroom,the rec room. Where could he have gotten off to.
Bobbie was a very inquisitive and enthuisiactive boy of 4 going on 50. Melanie was his Mum.
Melanie,walked out through the kitchen to the garage, Noticing the tools in disarray. Taking in which tools were thrown about,Melanie was able to discern which tools were missing. A shovel and a hoe.
Hmmm....Walking around the perimeter of the house,in hesitant expectation. An oxymoron eh?
Rounding the side,towards the back,there in the corner. A huge mound of dirt.
Walking cautiously over to the mess on the ground. She hears Bobbies determined voice from within the hole .
"Just a little bit further" Repeated over and over.
Melanie watched Bobbie shovel and scoop the loose dirt into his hands,throwing it out of the hole and on the the top and sides.
The boy was almost unrecognizable to his Mum. Sweat and dirt covered his pristine white polo and khaki's.
Still she silently watched. Finally the boy just stopped. and sitting in the hole that he had patiently dug. He just sat,and smiled.
This perplexed,his already confused Mum.
Gently,ever so gently, Melanie asked Bobbie " honey, what are you doing in the hole"
Bobbie,looked up and grinned "Mommy after searching around all day,in my toy box,on my bookshelf,on the computer,in my scrapbook,I finally found what I had thought I lost." Bobbie looked above to his mum looking down at him in disbelief and concern.
"I found Me " With that he hugged himself and grinned.
May all of your adventures remind you that you are never lost. And remembering who you are is simple. You are LOVE
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24 May 2008 - 9:04pm
Shuffle..Shuffle.. Mary picked one pile of papers and shifted it to the pile to her left.
"Ahh,there it is " Locating her keys under the pile of mail,and receipts she had to file.
As she snagged her keys from under the papers,the angel key fob catching the edge of an envelope,bringing the mountain of papers down about her, scattering about her feet.
#@###**&%$ The words flew from her lips.
"ARGGHHH" Dropping her purse on the floor,and scooping up the mail,placing back on the cluttered table. As she turned to leave,she turned again,once more toward the pile of junk on the table top.
"SIGH...was released" Setting her purse down again,this time gently on the chair back,she sat down in one of the empty chairs,and proceeded to sift through the seemingly endless parade of white.
Separating in categories as :
Need to pay
Need to File
Junk
Mary worked diligently,filing and separating until the table was clear. Mary noticed that she was less in a rush to leave,relaxing as she took notice of her accomplishment.
"SIGH.".this time gently.
Taking herself to the couch,she settled in the quiet for some oneness time. To un clutter her mind
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24 May 2008 - 7:51am
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The Dream
I dream of us lying
on a white sand beach
a secret stretch of shoreline
on an island in the ocean
with water warm as our love and
cascading waves of pure emotion
when time for a moment forgets us
as physical laws are ignored
allowing our longing eyes
to meet in the space where
intimate thoughts are stored
senses acutely are mingled and blended
together with taste touch smell sight, and
hearing you whisper, my soul is upended
your body is my world to explore tonight
oh, sweet aromatic realm of wonder!
kisses of coconut mint berries and cream
the shock and the shudder
of your lightning, your thunder!
rouse me from my slumber.
...was it all just a dream?
...sweat-soaked sheets, tear-soaked pillow...
DJH, 2006
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24 May 2008 - 6:20am
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Black Hole Beautiful (Part II)
I think of all the times
When I saw your smile
It was the only star
In my endless skies
Clear crystal-blue eyes
Burning their seductive flames
Searing their mark on my heart
Sealing my fate forever
Such feelings last forever
I remember scented oils
The softness of your skin
How my hands moved up and
Down the kinds of curves
About which great artists
Could only hope to dream
Such fantasies last forever
Delicate waves and curls of
Auburn and chestnut tresses
Playfully flirting and
Skirting along the edges
Of the most gorgeous face
I know in my heart
I will ever see
Such a face lasts forever
Attracted to your gravity
Compact concrete calamity
I can't control the pull
You're black hole beautiful
This force you exert
Touches my soul
Such forces last forever
DJH, 2007
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24 May 2008 - 5:50am
Disbelieving I was here
In this sacred place
Even as my hand was
Caressing your
Smooth secret space
That sun-drenched
Southern shore and
When I wanted more
Instead, I paused
To admire your body
Basking in your aura, then
Drawn in...to the inviting
Vortex of your sweet love
Oblivious to oblivion
When time slammed
Hard on the brakes
Sent me crashing, smashing
And finally splashing through
The wet windshield of your eyes
What was next came as a surprise
Pulling on the loose threads of
My varicose vanity, unraveling
The tangled snarl of my sanity
And I can't control the pull
You're black hole beautiful
Now suck me into that dark place
Where all light is lost forever
DJH, 2007
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24 May 2008 - 5:16am
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IN THIS LIFE
In this life
I don't want anything
That money can buy
In this life
I'll say anything
But hello or goodbye
In this life
I'll do many things
That are worth trying
In this life
The questions I ask
Are never how or why
In this life
I'll drink to anything
If I'm drinking red wine
In this life
I'm a sentient being
Pondering space and time
In this life
My spirituality
Is the reason why
In this life
I don't know anything
That can't maybe be true
In this life
If I know anything
It's that I love you
DJH, 2008
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24 May 2008 - 4:58am
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Go High, Go Low
(It never ends, it never ends)
You can walk
With your words
Inside your head
You can talk
About things that
Shouldn't be said
And it never ends
You can hate
The lucky few
Who've never bled
You can stalk
All your exes
Until you're dead
And it never ends
You can paint
Your big house
Candy apple red
You can feint
High and go
Low instead
When does it end?
You can believe
You are saved
When it all ends
But in the end
For the saved
It never ends
It never ends, it never ends.
DJH, 2007
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24 May 2008 - 4:22am
She was good and bad for me
The feelings came naturally
I died when she set me free
Thinking my life was over
Wanted her so desperately
But she didn't feel it for me
All I got is a fantasy and
The feeling that I'm older
Cos time's moving on so quickly
I never been this sad and sickly
Seems again my heart has tricked me
And we're both a little bit colder
Time moves on, so be like the sun
Be like the sun and shine on ev'ryone
The days of our lives fly by one by one
So live in the light and be like the sun
And you can watch the light you share
Warm a cold, cold heart
But this, too, shall pass
This, too, shall pass
Remember that nothing ever lasts, so
Don't hold on to feeling happy or sad
Expecting to take good without the bad
Life's ups and downs are here to stay
For each and ev'ry one of us
In ev'ry single way
Like rain coming down to dampen your day
Going to work instead of going out to play
Most of the time all you need is more time
To deal with things and make up your mind
Time moves on, so be like the sun
Be like the sun and shine on ev'ryone
The days of our lives fly by one by one
So live in the light and be like the sun
And you can watch the light from your sun
Warm a cold, cold heart
See love walking, see love walking in
An instantaneous world-wide dawning
See light coming, see light coming in
An instantaneous world-wide morning
DJH, 2007
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24 May 2008 - 3:44am
I left the sanctuary, a sad question burdening my mind:
Why are there those who may quench their thirst at will—
Whose cups are filled, and then filled again...
While others with cracked lips and parched throats
Have either cast their empty cups away in bitterness
Or else carry them about in melancholy desperation?
DJH, 2007
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24 May 2008 - 3:32am
Written as a tribute to both my friend and the trees with whom she speaks.
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Windsong
There’s a voice I hear
In the singing wind
Powerful and clear
Like a trusted friend
Some time ago
On a day like today
You felt my confusion
And had this to say:
“Just listen and look
At the trees in the wind…
They know,” you said.
“They know,” you said.
The boughs and branches
When they sway and bend
"There’s nothing to fear"
Is the message they send
Those few simple words
Changed how I see
And they move me still
When I look at a tree
DJH, 2007
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24 May 2008 - 2:26am
For the first time in my life I see a Quiet Time Coming on.
There is inner work to do.
A few step over the threshold.
But I am staying in.
I will need to get the office
and clean up parts of the puzzle
I have lying in my wake.
I am Awakening, again.
I must remember how to
hold my own.
thresh the wheat of being.
keep the useful parts.
let the chaff blow.
out the window.
out of my heart
my soul
resonates
an empty chamber
a one room stone church
solidly
waiting for the singing
to begin.
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21 May 2008 - 9:52pm
How does one write, one minute of a vampire,
with his thirst for blood and lust for flesh?
Then speak of angels and faeries in their rainbow coloured existence?
Winged creatures of glory, exuding love and divinity.
The story of the vampire, based on Satan himself, prince of darkness,
all that is evil, dark and cruel.
The faeries from the light are the epitome of heavenly wonder,
surely little friends of Christ, with a direct link to the godhead.
How then, can one writer portray such a dichotomy of characters?
When surely these beings live at opposite ends of the spectrum.
'But you must’ cries our tutor, 'you must, if you want to write,
stretch yourself in all directions my students! Listen now.'
So a man writes as a woman, a woman as a man,
a fifty year old male author writes as a thirteen year old girl,
a twenty five year old female author becomes a seven year old boy.
Some of us write as old Aunt Aggie and her attic of antiques.
Others write stories of a drowning boy, cast aside by his wicked stepmother.
Some favour boats and stories of the stormy seas,
others like writing of horses and the thrill of the ride.
Fast cars, expensive shoes and gourmet meals,
the birth of a child, the loss of a loved one.
Me I write anything obscure, anything weird and wonderful,
I love clowns and angels, mermaids and witches,
a man half goat, half human.
Blood sucking vampires in the dead of night,
the faery realm dancing to the firefly’s light.
Best of all I love my dragons,
those majestic winged beasts exuding power and glory,
and a daffodil white unicorn with her deep blue eyes,
would be a glorious creature to write about.
As long as you 'feel' your character,
be it adult, child, beast or gnome,
then write,
keep writing,
don't stop,
and inspire your readers to find some escape,
from their lives,
into your dreams.
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21 May 2008 - 3:20am
Now I know what she meant
By "a lonely, ugly business"
Those little bumps and bruises
We each get when we fall
It's funny how some kinda things
Have a way of workin' out
Sometimes not by workin' out at all
Thought what I was feelin'
Was as real as I could see
Thought there was a chance
You'd want to be with me
When you told me to forget you
It came so suddenly
No way we coulda known it
But you set me free
And even though what happened
Is still so fresh in my mind
Broken hearts don't gotta be all bad
Is what I'm hopin' to find
'Cause my heart is feelin' lighter
My thoughts are turnin' brighter
Guess I'm gonna make it after all
Funny how these kinda things
Have a way of workin' out
Sometimes not by workin' out at all
DJH, 2007
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21 May 2008 - 3:15am
Ain't easy
Livin' here without you
Ain't easy
Bein' all alone
Ain't easy
Hearin' things about you
That our breakup's all
but written down in stone
Was never givin' me a chance
The plan you had in mind?
The only answer in your head
Was to leave it all behind
Ain't easy
Sellin' my possessions
Ain't easy
Cancellin' credit cards
Ain't easy
Just starin' down the barrel
Of a crappy bottle of beer
In a crappy bar
Guess not givin' me a chance
Was your exit strategy
You let your lawyers
Declare your victory
Now it ain't easy
Never seein' our children
Ain't easy
Bein' a man they'll soon forget
Ain't easy
Workin' two jobs to support you
Stayin' drunk while payin' off
My gamblin' debt
Never givin' me a chance
Was your best strategy
So you let your lawyers
Declare your victory
I lost my best friend
Now I'm my own worst enemy
And I know, yes I know
That it ain't easy
No, it ain't easy.
DJH, 2007
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21 May 2008 - 3:05am
I got my hands around your throat
Your breath is my gift to grant
Giving you what you need for now
Just never as much as you want
Now the world's become a greedy sick place
There are those who take what they please
So I'm back to attack evildoers of all kinds
Like lawyers, drug dealers and theives
All things got a way of balancing out
'Cause He gives and He takes for fun
I'm here to inflict His holy will on you
That His will on this earth be done
Repent for your sins before it's too late
'Cause you never know when you'll go
The end of time, the day of reckoning
Shall be here before you all know
"The end is near," they been sayin' for years
Little did they know they was right!
Hard gnashing of teeth and cryin' of tears
As sure as the day follows night
Approach the throne of God and His Son
And tell 'em all your worries and cares
Don't be surprised if they laugh it up some
Or look at you with stone-faced stares
What's right'n what's wrong don't matter to me
Or what's fair or unfair, as well
'Cause on Judgement Day everyone'll equally
Choose their Heaven or they'll get my Hell
Been called many things in the time I been here
From The Angel of Darkness to Old Scratch
I answer to all, if ever you should call
But there is just one little catch
DJH, 2007
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21 May 2008 - 2:53am
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Aries Woman Blues
There ain't nothin' like an Aries woman
'Cuz oh, how she teases and she taunts
Lord knows it's true 'bout an Aries woman
She'll always tease ya with her taunts
Only one kinda man can please this woman
And that's the only kind she wants
I'll say this about my sweet thing
She keeps this sugar daddy high
Yes, I say about that sweet thing
She keeps this sugar daddy high
But you get too much of a sweet thing
Sooner or later you wish you'd die
Let me tell you 'bout my baby
She got eyes'll make ya cry
Oh, I know this about my baby
She got those eyes'll make you cry
Heaven help me, my tears're flowin'
I couldn't stop 'em if I tried
Always wantin' the lion's share
Of everything comin' her way
Oh how she wants her lion's share
Of everything that comes her way
I guess that's why I ain't got nothin'
To show for my work and pay
Any man can get a good woman
Not every woman gets a good man
I say any man can get a good woman
But not every woman gets a real man
Only one way to please an Aries woman
And that's any damn way you can
You better respect your little lady
Love and respect her every day
Do the right thing, respect your lady
Show love and respect for her ev'ry day
Maybe I'll marry my Aries lady
If she says yes, oh Lord I pray
DJH, 2007
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21 May 2008 - 2:48am
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Young Love
Crashing and hissing, the cold surf spray
Creates misty rainbows in the morning air.
Soft, supple hands glide slowly everywhere
As someone gently tugs at your belly ring
With their teeth and playfully flicks at its
Smooth, shiny surface with their tongue.
But all we gave each other then were
The sterile promises of young love
And gleaming surgical steel belly rings
That hurt and itched as our piercings healed
Needing to disinfect the red wound daily
With a hydrogen peroxide solution
To bubble and froth the germs away.
As with any such foreign body
Hanging from your flesh
It seemed forced and unnatural.
Then the day comes when you stop
Realizing the ring is even there.
You forget about it completely
So disaffected from the now familiar feeling
You wait and hope for some sharp stimulus or
Fool-friendly proof that your existence somehow
Means more than just one small wave in the eternal
Flow of white waves washing over strewn seashells.
DJH, 2007
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21 May 2008 - 2:28am
"I hope you don't mind that I put down in words..."
Saint Shell
She rides the river to her home every midday at noon
To open up her chakras and practice tantric asanas
Looking up to the twilight, Saint Shell sighs at the moon
Wistful and serene, she's a beautiful blue-eyed Madonna
Sometimes she'll end her evening with a glass of red wine
Brilliantly atypical, reading a book on the metaphysical
Touching base on My Space with each friend in due time
Not adding me to her friend list was so damn allegorical!
Oh well, Saint Shell – Don't you pray for me
Saint Shell - Don't you try to preserve me
Saint Shell - Don't you help, save, comfort or defend me
She believes we're all heavenly, everyone being energy
Once in a while, I'll see her quizzical smile in a memory
I could tell you how much I love her
If you gave me some more time to tell
You see, I know that girl's going to heaven
'Cause I'm the one who put her through hell
Don't feel too flattered, this ain't a fascination
Since I never said I knew exactly who you are
It's a comedy of errors without an explanation
That caused me to fall in love with your star
Oh well, Saint Shell – Don't you pray for me
Saint Shell - Don't you try to preserve me
Saint Shell - Don't you help, save, comfort or defend me
How I loved to be with her, back when we were friends
Why'd I try to make her more and make the story end?
Your strong will and intuition always come into play
As the "unattainable goddess," you go about your day
So fearless, how you find your footsteps, all along the way
You're in my heart, you're in my mind, forever to stay
I'd love a little enlightenment, if you'd be so kind
A quantum theory paradigm designed to expand my mind
I could use some kind of revelation right about now
A bright ray of light from you to see me through somehow
Oh well, Saint Shell – Don't you pray for me
Saint Shell - Don't you try to preserve me
Saint Shell - Don't you help, save, comfort or defend me
Will ya heal this sad sinner's smashed and broken heart?
Or don't you know that I'm still so in love with you?
DJH, 2008
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21 May 2008 - 1:54am
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1. You do your best to stay positive. 2. You are honest and genuine. 3. You speak your mind. 4. You smile often. 5. You believe in yourself. 6. You believe in others. 7. You are a very good and very loving mother. 8. When you care about something or someone, you show it by your actions. 9. You are selfless and giving. 10. You know just who you are. 11. Your self-confidence. 12. You're relaxing to be around. 13. It is pure joy to be with you. 14. You raise the spirits of anyone open to your energy. 15. You inspire me to be a better person. 16. I look forward to any day with you in it. 17. You are a uniquely special and intriguing woman. 18. How all of our conversations are stimulating, and never mundane. 19. How I'm in mental and physical anguish whenever we're apart. 20. You share yourself so openly. 21. You are a deeply spiritual person. 22. You are a very gifted and professional healer of body, mind and soul. 23. Your exquisite taste in decor. 24. Your sensibility. 25. Your sweet, treble voice. 26. The things we have in common with each other. 27. The many things about us that are different. 28. How you can look so damn beautiful at any time of the day, in any kind of weather, no matter what clothes you're wearing. 29. Your radiant inner beauty. 30. You are future-minded, yet are still able to live wholly in the moment. 31. How I can't say enough about your hugs. 32. How you boldly visualize and pursue your dreams. 33. That you're the last thing I think about before falling asleep. 34. That you're the first thing on my mind the second I wake up. 35. The countless times I think about you during the day. 36. That no matter how rough my day, thinking of you puts it all in perspective. 37. How you make me want to believe in love. 38. Your long, dark brown hair. 39. That even when self-doubt and insecurities arise, my heart always leads me back to you. 40. You give me hope. 41. The huge lump I get in my throat every time I want to tell you how I feel. 42. How I feel like a sad puppy each time I see you walking away. 43. The bittersweet tears I cry for you. 44. Your sky-blue eyes. 45. How you can see right through me. 46. All the nice things you say. 47. All the wonderful things you do. 48. You inspire me to dream. 49. You give me feelings of self-worth. 50. You elevate my consciousness. 51. You increase the depth and range of my emotions. 52. How I'm amazed each time I realize that I love you. 53. Your warm and knowing smile. 54. That to me, you've proven the Beatles were so right about love. 55. Your creativity. 56. The awesome power of your life force, and it's undeniable effect on me. 57. You give me the will to go on, and to not ever give up. 58. When walking outside on a cold day, I feel warm just by thinking of you. 59. You teach me to respect myself. 60. You make me appreciate life more. 61. You make me try harder. 62. Your beautiful face. 63. Everything that makes up your great personality. 64. Your refreshing taste in music. 65. Your sense of fashion. 66. That you live next to a river. 67. Your slim, athletic figure, so very different from mine. 68. Our past connection. 69. That we somehow reconnected. 70. Your tender, healing touch. 71. Your cute laugh. 72. All the things about you that I don't know. 73. The things about yourself that you don't want me to know. 74. The things about you that I'll never know. 75. Even if it was only on the surface, that you did let me into your life. 76. Your beautiful name. 77. You've helped my confidence grow. 78. My physical health has improved. 79. My mental health has improved. 80. Your passion for love and life. 81. That the whole quality of my existence has improved since I got to know you. 82. Your intense silence. 83. Your independence. 84. Your ageless beauty. 85. Your compassion. 86. Your courage. 87. Your cat. 88. Your condo. 89. Your crystals. 90. Your car. 91. How all those things perfectly fit your personality. 92. You were the first person to explain "awakening" to me. 93. How the sound of your breath is more soothing than the waves of the ocean. 94. My belief that I don't need to be with you as long as I may simply love you. 95. That you've shown me a whole new reality. 96. That you probably are humble enough to wonder why the hell I feel so strongly about you. 97. That no matter what happens to you or I, my feelings for you will never change. 98. That even if you are unable to return my feelings now and forever, I'm at peace with it, and can still smile and say I love you. 99. That you are exactly the same in my dreams. 100. And the last of one hundred things that I love about you is...you.
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21 May 2008 - 1:50am
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Awaiting Venus
My Venus is still out there
Hips swaying in the stillness
Between the staggered breaths of
Lovers drunk with deep desire
She's dancing in my dreams
To the rhythm of my heartbeat
Her star, shining brighter than
Any other, sets the sky on fire
Something stirs within my soul
When I cast my gaze Southwest
Cos sometimes right 'round sunset
Her light appears before the rest
Some she blesses with kisses and caresses
Each one as beautiful as the next
That's why of all the gods and goddesses
I've always loved Venus the best
DJH, 2007
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21 May 2008 - 1:44am
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Truancy of Memory
Don't dwell on any little detail
That may have made you mad
Like when a day like this one
Comes right out of nowhere
Sneaks up on you from behind
And straight up just surprises
The shit out of you and might
Succeed in beating you down.
In such moments, it's easy to say
"That's the last thing I needed..."
And give in to the Darker Side
But, there is a way to fight it
By focusing on the Lighter Side.
Using the words of Malcolm X
By whatever means necessary
You force yourself to laugh
And coerce yourself to smile
Be fluent in forgetfulness
And banish all frowns from
Your kingdom for this day
Allow your short term memory
To play hooky and run away
At break-neck speed, just run!
Pursue all your dreams pell-mell
Then look up pell-mell in the dictionary
Look for love with a laugh-track
Fall down and take a hard tumble
Boom! You skinned your knee, so what?
At least you know you're alive
From that ache in your heart.
Now forget about all that!
Just think of the stiffest,
Stuffiest, most tight-assed
Person you know (or knew).
And now imagine them:
A. Giggling and skipping around
Like a schoolgirl on Special K.
OR
B. Dressed in the gaudiest
poofy polka dot clown suit
Face painted white with
A big, round red nose
Wearing a goofy pointed hat
Holding a bouquet of fake flowers
In one hand while the other hand
Repeatedly squeezes the rubber
Ball end of a shiny brass horn:
"Honka! Honka! Honka! Honka! Honka! Honka! Honka!"
Now ask yourself what it was that made you so
upset in the first place.
Then forget you asked that stupid question.
DJH, 2007
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21 May 2008 - 1:23am
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Celestial Love Song
Awake at four-thirty a.m.
Before the moon disappeared
Behind the angular rooftops
It was full and beautifully bright
As this part of the world soundly slept
Still blanketed by newly fallen snow
No clouds tonight, only stars en masse.
The light of the sun reflected
Off the moon, reflected
Off the snow, reflected
Off the stark white walls
Of my bedroom and into my eyes
It kept me awake and thinking of you
(Forgive me, Will...)
I'm the moon and you're the sun
My heart, the starry night sky
The earth, my black fear
And just as the moon above
Revolves around this planet
I am still ruled by my fears
My truth, not forthcoming.
Yet how utterly insignificant
Is the landscape illuminated
by we busy humans and our
electric lights that burn away
The emptiness of the night
When held in comparison to the
Mighty majestic magnificent moon?
There is meaning no matter what shape my fear
For, if the moon is prisoner of the earth
Then the earth is prisoner of the sun
And whatever force contains them all
There and therein lies the key to their freedom
O Love, the force that keeps me revolving 'round her
Free me now from my fears!
Then the solitary sojourner slowly sank
Three-quarters, then two-thirds
One-half, then one-third
One-quarter, then one-eighth
Then just a sliver, and then gone
But my love for you remains
Burning bright as ever.
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21 May 2008 - 1:14am
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The Promise
Oh I'm looking here and there
Just about everywhere for you, girl
And I'll know ya when I see ya
I'm walkin' footstep after footstep
From road to road and town to town
My only mission is to please ya
CHORUS
And if ya don't like what ya see when you run into me
I guess that'll be alright
And if ya don' like what ya hear when I'm commin' near
Everything'll turn out right
No one ever really knows what might be in store for them
So I promised myself I wouldn't give up until I see you again
Now I'm goin' round every corner
An expectation of friendly faces
I can't wait to see your sunny smile
And I'm learnin' the only way to
Find you is first by finding me
But I guess that could take a while
CHORUS
So if my time runs out while I'm searchin' for you
I guess that'll be alright...
Each grain of sand is slippin' on down
Through the hourglass of my life
Nothin' else in the world matters to me anymore
'Cept the promise of your love I'm livin' for
Oh, I'm headin' out day after day now
From path to path and from life to life
I'm so amazed at all the things I've seen
But now I'm thinkin' should I stop movin'
'Cause maybe she's lookin' for me?
Yeah, just maybe she's lookin' for me
CHORUS
If time is runnin' out while you're lookin' for me
I know it will be alright...
Each grain of sand is slippin' on down
Through the hourglass of my life
Until the day when I pass on through that door
It is the promise of your love I am livin' for
DJH, 2007
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21 May 2008 - 1:06am
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Immortal Beloved
When I my body dies
I hope they find
All my papers with my poems
I hope they figure out your identity
It should be fairly easy, after all
And I hope they read every one
That applies to you, my only love
But, which ones, you may ask
Are about you? Simple...
If it's about love
It is all about you
If it's about anything else
It's still all about you
Whether they were good poems
Or not, does not at all matter
Because I always loved what I wrote
Each and every time, I loved it
Whether it gushed forth
Or came out drop by drop
I always loved what I wrote
Just the way I always loved you.
DJH, 2007
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20 May 2008 - 4:40pm
so this poem i actually wrote last july.. and i havent shared it to very many people. i met three amazing women and they were like my guides through the darkest point of my soul. before i realised or even awakened to myself i feared losing these women. however i have learned that people cycle through your lives. they come and the go and they come back again...anyways i hope you enjoy... for some reason i still dont feel like this is done... much love and light
Shelly
I have an ache that I want to ignore…
But you I adore…
Two corners are missing…
We are the corners of four…
What happened to the talks we shared and loved to explore?
A magnetic force brought me before you three…
A derailment threw us off course…
Which allowed us to collide…
Growth was sure to follow this collision of four…
We smoked our herb…
expanded our minds…
We drank our poison …
Gained our liquid courage…
Shared our troubled dreams…
Listened within our hearts…
We became a power unit of four…
Twisting within our core…
I’ve looked up to you from the start…
You offered your hand…
I took it with uncertainty…
You guided me through the darkness…
I gave you my heart...
You earned it from the start…
Our souls have been intertwined within the great divine…
We are connected on levels that none of us can explain…
We have seen the light…
So lets take our flight…
Our youth is fading behind us…
Our wisdom is flourishing within us…
The corners of four are unstoppable…
Unless we put our self inflicted obstacles up front…
The strength that we radiate within each other...
Wont allow me to walk away from you so don’t bother...
It puts a smile on my face...
Remembering our great expierence...
I learned so much from you...
I absorbed it like a sponge...
I will never forget...
What you have done…
Regardless of what you think...
I will love you unconditionally...
The day you offered your hand...
You saved me from myself...
For that I am most grateful...
I give you my unbreakable loyalty…
Even if we never see each other again…
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20 May 2008 - 3:46pm
Natural Magical Rythnms
pulling and pushing you through
Invisible to our naked eyes
yet they continue pulling and pushing you through
Flawed yet connected
These energetic enities
Reflected truths at one another
Anchored their love and light into an illiusion
Stood alone through the confussion
The messenger has spoken
But who is truly listening?
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20 May 2008 - 3:42pm
Words Sharp as a blade
Penetrates deep within this old scar
Twisting and inbedding deeper yet
The memories of that old wound begin circulating
Stiring, pushing, pulling and boiling from deep within
Words sharper than a blade penetarates even DEEPER yet
Words, thoughts, memories, emotions and feelings circling about
The brain is cloudy
Analizing Analizing.
The heart is clear
Realise Realise.
The soul is pure
Rising Rising.
The brain feels confused
The eyes puddle
An eruption from the mouth
A spillage of emotions
Raw with pain
Words sharper than a blade
Heart is severed
Trust is gained
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20 May 2008 - 3:31pm
Held me within your energy
Embraced me with my struggles
Captured me with your loving embrace
Loved me in spite of myself
Aroused me with your style
Freed me from this illiusion
I see truth in your eyes
I feel compassion from your heart
I hear our energies combining.
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20 May 2008 - 3:24pm
I stand and stare in such disbelief.
I percieve this life diffrenetly.
Standing proud within this illiusion.
Grasping for the release.
Consuming these energies.
Thirsting for knoweledge.
Starving for change.
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20 May 2008 - 3:19pm
They walk in a daze.
Blindly following this maze.
Living life in this haze.
An illiusion to some.
Reality to most.
This mirage of existance.
Stagnant with Resistance.
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20 May 2008 - 3:16pm
Lost Soul
Look Inside
Slow Your Roll
Embrace Yourself
Love Yourself
The Dark
The Light
Both Sides Are Still You
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20 May 2008 - 5:39am
We feel it slowly sinking in,
As a saturated flood plain
Soaks up six inches of water
On a hot and dry sunny day
After being inundated by rain
For days and days.
Some are likewise smothered
With love, of that I'm sure.
Sometimes, it even hurts to
Breathe when the love is so
Thick, so concentrated, that
It outnumbers oxygen molecules
More than ten to one.
What a crazy concept that is,
To actually choke on love.
However, I'm not talking about
Your definition of love ... no.
Feel the oppressive weight of
All the lonely, heavy hearts?
Invasive intentions driven by lust
Brought to a head by mad desires
Few of us want to admit we have.
If you don't know what I mean
Just surf the net for porn
For one hour of your life.
After doing the long math
You might discover that one
Could search all their life
And never see the half of it.
What does that say about us?
The unseen terror lies just around the bend
You feel its fetid presence as it whispers
In your waking nightmare, "Allow me..."
And in the approaching darkness of every lost hope
In the clouded murk of our failing faiths
In the fading light of unrealized potentials
Reflected in the mirrors of our fractured lives
Is the swiftly setting sun, a distant sliver of orange.
DJH, 2007
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19 May 2008 - 7:30pm
Lime Green Net (A love story)
Here I am sick with the flu. Laying in bed watching the high ceiling fan go round and round and round. Then I stare at the walls colored eggshell. Then back to the ceiling fan and then to my dads fishing equipment, I have learned that men keep their fishing equipment forever. When I was young I remember stealing the same lime green net and Zebco fishing pole and sneaking out with my crush at the time Bobby Dale.
“Oh Bobby, Bobby, Bobby where are you now?” I thought. Can you remember just as I, the good times we had.
The time were I would meet you at the river you already there by 11:45pm with a blanket and a box of your dads Golden Rock cigarettes. As I sat by down you with fishing pole by my side, crickets chirping and moon glowing. The silence was impeccable. The river calmly lapping over the smooth moss covered rocks. And the clear night sky was terrific.
The 89’ Mercedes was the interior of luxury and warmth when the waters have gotten to cold to swim. And while wet denims and Hanes shirts dried out, we were laying on the top of the car watching the stars twinkle as we clasped each others hands both wishing for this moment would last enough for memory to be filled with the love we felt then.
I remember It would be the last time I ever got to see your brown eyes again. The last time my heart would beat for such a incredible person. And if I ever knew you only had six days left on this earth, I would of worshiped you to the end.
We knew having sex was just a understatement. Making sweet love came to a second close.
The cold wind chilled our body’s but we didn’t care much. The only thing that mattered was we were fulfilling our secret fantasies we had of each other. To know what soft breast or muscular thighs felt like.
That night I loved your thoughts while you were buying beer at Louie’s gas station, and keeping them chilled in the river down the hill. As you waited patiently with a smile of whimsical quirkiness. Knowing all the possibilities of this night you created with your mind and with each thought you made a star that exist in in the sky this very moment.
I wonder if your laying next to me. In my death bed. Because I know that when I die. I’ll be woken transformed and moving on with my life I once did not want to live without the thought of our sacred nights.
I think I feel you clasp my hand, my left one of course. I know you had this silly OCD thing about left hands. You felt bad for it I know but you don’t know that only made you sweeter. But it only brings a warm smile to face
We knew that every time we said I love you, it was only a slow torture for our souls, knowing your family would move away to Wisconsin soon.
We knew that it was nearly impossible to remain connected.
But we did not know the future.
Six days is all I can think about. Three days you would tell your family your gay.
In two days it would spread
One day the cops would show up at my house telling me of your murder.
I was torn to pieces. But I found adults don’t think teenagers hurt as much because our tears are not as old as there’s.
But now.
Back in bed with my flu. The symptoms of the flu is taking your temperature when you know its only going to be 98.7 degree’s. Sulking. Longing for memories only we could understand. Only things we could accept. Though I cry when I see your thoughts of us in the sky now. With each tear I’m making up for every star and I get closer to transformation.
Bobby I’m talking to you now
Are you listening?
Total fictional story. Hope you enjoyed this piece of Prose, readers
I write love story’s because in every story there’s a element needing to be told. Or else its no real story
Love
Starkid/Amanda
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19 May 2008 - 8:32am
I sit on the circle of love that surrounds you
In the centre you stand, I look at you.
I have been here for a long time
and you are aware of my presence.
I ask the winged one, guardian of the circles,
What am I to him? He knows I sit here.
More than a friend but not quite a girlfriend.
There is no category to place you in, you are
In a category of your own and have no label.
This is good for you. Labels can be restrictive.
So, in a category of my own I sit, in a familiar place.
Home for an infinite moment in time.
Three earth years and two months and counting.
This is my place and I let go of my need for labels.
The circle behind me vibrates quicker than this and
Is ever moving in its fickleness. That of infatuation,
a place I moved beyond within the blink of an eye.
I look and see another girl sitting here.
What is she doing on your circle?
I have not noticed another woman here before.
I have jealously guarded these circles around you
I am the only woman who should be here.
I try to stand, to move towards her, to push her off.
But dizziness claims me and I know I cannot leave here,
I cannot get to her for although I see her she is in another realm.
Existing in her own world, unaware even of the circle she sits in.
You cannot remove her. Any female may take this place for
It is of their own choosing to do so. She is here of her own free will.
She is no threat to you and is here for a reason. Let it go and share
this space for she is not where you are. Do you hear me, she is no
threat to you. She sits in her own reality, you are invisible to her.
But is she a threat to him? I cry, is he even aware of her presence?
She is there for a reason and is not a threat but a challenge.
Do not be worried for your love, tend to your own circle now.
So I centre myself and look to the circles around me.
I see you, standing not sitting, walking, moving, turning your
back on me, turning to face me, walking away along winding
paths connected to my circle and returning at will. Where once
there were locked gates from which I had stolen the key, now there
are hedges with flowers and I see you walk freely amongst
the wildlife along the paths, surprised but pleased at the place
you now find yourself in.
Where are the gates?
Where are the locks?
You were blocking access to his paths of learning with your
gates and locks, seeing his need for freedom as a threat
when really it is your greatest ally. Look how firmly
he stands on your circle now he knows he can come and
go as he pleases, see how quickly the flowers grow for
the seed is no longer strangled on dry ground but is tended
with love and understanding and spiritual waters.
You knew these truths in your head but did not have the faith
and trust, in us, your guardians to put them into practice.
Now step forward in reality in the human realm and embrace
the new found freedom you have given him and thus yourself.
Love grows colourful, like a rainbow when boundaries are lifted.
Love can breathe when restrictions are no more. Love can dance
and play and laugh in the garden of fun when access outside the
circle is no longer blocked. You have chosen to remain on his circle
permanently but he needs access to other pathways and will always
return to yours if you have trust.
This is new, this is strange, this is different but good. I embrace this
change and smile as I watch you walk yet another path. In amazement
I see my love circle shift and blend and extend and move with you,
rippling under your feet like the living entity it is. I know with
certainty now that you will come back as long as I never try to
lock you in again. The love circle is not your prison but is your home.
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19 May 2008 - 7:15am
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The Key
I wish I could be the one
To share her every passion
To be the fuel for her sun
Yeah, that's all I want for me
This woman in my arms
And give her all my energy
Like a rare and unseen bird
That sings the sweetest song
Anyone has ever heard
Priceless and beyond compare
Wanting her all to myself
Seems selfish and unfair
She can wash it all away
The pain of no tomorrow
And the stains of yesterday
No, I'm not speaking of sin
Rather, the lonely place inside
Where lasting love has never been
How limitless is my rise
When we smile and laugh and
Look into each other's eyes
I'm not talkin' 'bout time and space
Just the inner beauty that radiates
From her perfect face
She means everything to me
From the glories of God's heaven
To the failures of my humanity
No, I won't fixate on fate
When I tell her I love her
And hope I'm not too late
I travel the path that's mine
Some will say it's a race, but
Whatever the case, I'm doing fine
First to finish or last to start
If I had come with a lock
She'd have the key to my heart
DJH, 2007
