Heart shaped quicksand
I fell straight through.
Squeezed were the futile efforts of failing limbs
to grasp for any tangible lifeline.
So intense the suffocation.
Succumbed, relaxed
as you filled my lungs.
I savor your sand on my skin
The Intoxicating smell of earth and sweat engulfed my nostrils.
The loveliness of the experience
burned blinding grit into my eyes.
The gravity of free fall - delicious.
I woke up on the other side of love,
somewhere between caution and delirium
Covered in the afterbirth of your microorganisms,
imprinted upon me.
Sunbathing in the minutia of your being,
following the breadcrumbs of ecstasy,
I search for you, but you are gone.
Tasting lemon-drop realization,
I already knew the ending,
I wouldn't make it out of this trip with my heart.
I wouldn't be the same when I returned.
When we get to the point in the evolution of our consciousness whereby we recognize life is a matrix, hologram, illusion that I refer to as the "physical" interesting things begin to happen. One of which is trying to reconcile what exactly is the point of all of this if we now know it's an illusion? That's the point. We came to experience this, we chose this. We choose the levels, the players, the tools, and the assets that make up this experience. The tendency then becomes not to understand the universe but ourselves and why did we choose this -- what did I need to experience this part of the game for? Typically, this occurs when something we don't like happens.
Some might say, you were vibrating and attracting and you drew it to you. I don't disagree however, that now sounds much like blame. Along the lines of why did I draw this to me? Again, this is okay as long as you do not blame yourself. Take it another step. When you made some of these choices you were creating unconsciously and some of those choices are still playing out. Then, some of the choices you won't really understand completely sometimes because that's the fun of the game! We don't want to skip to the end and read that final chapter, which would be so dull. What fun would life be for us without some sort of contrast to shake us up? We already get high just breathing air; we recognize that we are truly separate from nothing, what else is there to get worked up about? Ourselves. Our contrasting experiences. Out of contrast we have the opportunity to create, remember, discover, uncover, excavate.
Rather than to think there is something wrong with us, our thoughts, our vibrations, our manifesting, perhaps it is wise to remember that WE ARE DIVINE and that even when our choices feel painful, we chose this, and therefore it's part is helpful and useful to us even when we can't see how. Trust yourself. That's what we came here for -- to experience life in its sweet and rotten parts. It is both pleasure and pain, especially pain that gives birth to the cathartic process of creation. This is true of artists, poets and musicians but it's also true of anyone. Pain can spur change. Perhaps we can get to the point whereby we start to appreciate turmoil, as this is an opportunity to prove to ourselves how much grace and power we truly have.
Then the fun begins. We now know all of these illusions we can use to help us in this board game. Oh - you want a new car, great let's manifest this illusion. When we make a choice and we don't like the results we know we can just make another choice, and keep making choices until we have peace with those choices. Oh - you like the car but don't like that car payment, well let's go with a different illusion, one that matches your desires.
So the next time you think something is wrong with your manifesting just mindfully shift your thought patterns to "I know it feels wrong now, but the divine in me always chooses right." Namaste
Some might say, you were vibrating and attracting and you drew it to you. I don't disagree however, that now sounds much like blame. Along the lines of why did I draw this to me? Again, this is okay as long as you do not blame yourself. Take it another step. When you made some of these choices you were creating unconsciously and some of those choices are still playing out. Then, some of the choices you won't really understand completely sometimes because that's the fun of the game! We don't want to skip to the end and read that final chapter, which would be so dull. What fun would life be for us without some sort of contrast to shake us up? We already get high just breathing air; we recognize that we are truly separate from nothing, what else is there to get worked up about? Ourselves. Our contrasting experiences. Out of contrast we have the opportunity to create, remember, discover, uncover, excavate.
Rather than to think there is something wrong with us, our thoughts, our vibrations, our manifesting, perhaps it is wise to remember that WE ARE DIVINE and that even when our choices feel painful, we chose this, and therefore it's part is helpful and useful to us even when we can't see how. Trust yourself. That's what we came here for -- to experience life in its sweet and rotten parts. It is both pleasure and pain, especially pain that gives birth to the cathartic process of creation. This is true of artists, poets and musicians but it's also true of anyone. Pain can spur change. Perhaps we can get to the point whereby we start to appreciate turmoil, as this is an opportunity to prove to ourselves how much grace and power we truly have.
Then the fun begins. We now know all of these illusions we can use to help us in this board game. Oh - you want a new car, great let's manifest this illusion. When we make a choice and we don't like the results we know we can just make another choice, and keep making choices until we have peace with those choices. Oh - you like the car but don't like that car payment, well let's go with a different illusion, one that matches your desires.
So the next time you think something is wrong with your manifesting just mindfully shift your thought patterns to "I know it feels wrong now, but the divine in me always chooses right." Namaste
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Think of your favorite salad. What’s your favorite ingredient? Some love tomatoes, others like carrots, it doesn’t really matter. What’s important is that the salad has variety, it’s interesting, it can change in endless ways, and each part can be enjoyed alone, a slice of garden ripe tomato with a dash of salt is a simple pleasure.
Much like a salad we all have our own unique and delicious properties that we can and do bring to world. Some people like us, some do not, and it’s nothing personal. There’s nothing wrong with the onion, just because it is unlike lettuce, they are simply different. There is nothing wrong with you because you cannot do, say or be something others are. There is nothing wrong with others because they are unlike you. One is no better or worse than another.
If a mushroom could talk, would it complain about it being a fungus? It would be ridiculous for it to complain about who it is or try to fix itself, for it is loved by so many for just being itself. Likewise it would be insane to complain at the mushroom for being fungus and not like a pepper. The things that makes a salads enjoyable is it’s variety of flavors, textures, colors and sensations when eaten together. The things that make us beautiful is that we are all different and have our own unique traits to being to the salad bowl of life. We have friends, family and loved ones that make up for what we are not. We are NOT lacking anything. What you think you need, or are deficient in, look around you, I promise someone has it and is willing to share.
But we are so much more complicated than vegetables. Are we? Do we need to be? Isn’t what is wrong with us also what makes us who we are? Indeed. In order to know light one must know dark. One cannot know how to be loving and compassionate without having gone through pain. One cannot court the muse of creativity without mourning her departure. Likewise god/the universe blew itself up so it could become many fragments, so it could experience and know itself. We are all these particles of the universe clumping together and reminding each other of that which we are, as individuals and as a whole. I see infinite traits, characteristics and possibilities when I scan the faces of my beloved and it brings me such joy.
That is not to say we cannot aspire to be better. It is not to say that we cannot admire and emulate that which we believe serves our higher purpose. Self improvement is always good as long as you are not trying to be something you are not, and making yourself miserable in the proccess. It simply means that you are prefect because you are you, being you. You are a perfect work in progress. If you were truly perfect and whole, you wouldn’t be here on earth having this human experience.
So when you do experience that makes you feel angry, embarrassed, ashamed, hurt, deficient, lonely, sad, bored, or other negative emotions as a result of what you think you lack, remember -- this is why you are not alone. This is an opportunity for divine grace to show up to heal you in the form of a friend when you are in need. You bring something to this world that others do not. Embrace YOU because you are the only one of you that will ever be, and you have something to ad to this salad that no one else does. Live it. Be grateful for you and only you can contribute your part to this delicious cosmic salad. Enjoy!
Much like a salad we all have our own unique and delicious properties that we can and do bring to world. Some people like us, some do not, and it’s nothing personal. There’s nothing wrong with the onion, just because it is unlike lettuce, they are simply different. There is nothing wrong with you because you cannot do, say or be something others are. There is nothing wrong with others because they are unlike you. One is no better or worse than another.
If a mushroom could talk, would it complain about it being a fungus? It would be ridiculous for it to complain about who it is or try to fix itself, for it is loved by so many for just being itself. Likewise it would be insane to complain at the mushroom for being fungus and not like a pepper. The things that makes a salads enjoyable is it’s variety of flavors, textures, colors and sensations when eaten together. The things that make us beautiful is that we are all different and have our own unique traits to being to the salad bowl of life. We have friends, family and loved ones that make up for what we are not. We are NOT lacking anything. What you think you need, or are deficient in, look around you, I promise someone has it and is willing to share.
But we are so much more complicated than vegetables. Are we? Do we need to be? Isn’t what is wrong with us also what makes us who we are? Indeed. In order to know light one must know dark. One cannot know how to be loving and compassionate without having gone through pain. One cannot court the muse of creativity without mourning her departure. Likewise god/the universe blew itself up so it could become many fragments, so it could experience and know itself. We are all these particles of the universe clumping together and reminding each other of that which we are, as individuals and as a whole. I see infinite traits, characteristics and possibilities when I scan the faces of my beloved and it brings me such joy.
That is not to say we cannot aspire to be better. It is not to say that we cannot admire and emulate that which we believe serves our higher purpose. Self improvement is always good as long as you are not trying to be something you are not, and making yourself miserable in the proccess. It simply means that you are prefect because you are you, being you. You are a perfect work in progress. If you were truly perfect and whole, you wouldn’t be here on earth having this human experience.
So when you do experience that makes you feel angry, embarrassed, ashamed, hurt, deficient, lonely, sad, bored, or other negative emotions as a result of what you think you lack, remember -- this is why you are not alone. This is an opportunity for divine grace to show up to heal you in the form of a friend when you are in need. You bring something to this world that others do not. Embrace YOU because you are the only one of you that will ever be, and you have something to ad to this salad that no one else does. Live it. Be grateful for you and only you can contribute your part to this delicious cosmic salad. Enjoy!
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Deeper I go
While many stay shallow
Their faces betray fears
"Hey - join me! The water is safe out here in the deep!
It's all in the mind,
All in the mind."
Shedding fears
Challenging tears,
Erasing years
Puzzling Peers.
I am skinny dipping alone
Feeling the loveliness of being one with the water
I once feared,
And now I couldn't be without.
If it weren't for my human being
I would stay in.
Nevertheless physical matter beckons me from the shore
Just five more minutes.
I live to go deep
Deeper into the dark, mysterious waters
For the simple pleasure
Of reminding myself that I no longer fear
And the joy of the experience.
Her gentle licks on my skin
His stars in sand
They caress and hold my weightless body
I remember this IS all that there IS NOW
I remember.
When I remember,
I realize I was never alone
I just couldn't see them before
Look at all those lovely beings
Just like me,
Wait is that me or them? Both.
I see
The universe is a diamond.
And we are all facets
Reflecting our own spectrum slightly differently
Reflecting to and off each other.
This is bliss
Could it be any more beautiful than this?
I cry as my heart bursts open
and love pours from my tears.
I am more grateful now than ever
That I remember.
I can't wait to swim again
So I can remember some more.
The unknown parts of being
The only true last frontier.
While many stay shallow
Their faces betray fears
"Hey - join me! The water is safe out here in the deep!
It's all in the mind,
All in the mind."
Shedding fears
Challenging tears,
Erasing years
Puzzling Peers.
I am skinny dipping alone
Feeling the loveliness of being one with the water
I once feared,
And now I couldn't be without.
If it weren't for my human being
I would stay in.
Nevertheless physical matter beckons me from the shore
Just five more minutes.
I live to go deep
Deeper into the dark, mysterious waters
For the simple pleasure
Of reminding myself that I no longer fear
And the joy of the experience.
Her gentle licks on my skin
His stars in sand
They caress and hold my weightless body
I remember this IS all that there IS NOW
I remember.
When I remember,
I realize I was never alone
I just couldn't see them before
Look at all those lovely beings
Just like me,
Wait is that me or them? Both.
I see
The universe is a diamond.
And we are all facets
Reflecting our own spectrum slightly differently
Reflecting to and off each other.
This is bliss
Could it be any more beautiful than this?
I cry as my heart bursts open
and love pours from my tears.
I am more grateful now than ever
That I remember.
I can't wait to swim again
So I can remember some more.
The unknown parts of being
The only true last frontier.
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It's easy to focus on what's missing, it's natural. Pain is a sign that something is wrong, naturally it produces discomfort, which then causes change. If we step back and look at what is right, it's possible to appreciate how much more is right than wrong within our lives. I was pondering the true meaning of the word rich, which I also equate to abundance. I've realized that I am rich in nearly all areas of life. I bet you are too, maybe you don't even realize it. It is interesting when we say someone is "rich" we usually mean monetarily prosperous. By definition if we determine that we are rich in more areas than not, we are indeed rich. Here is how Merriam-Webster defines rich and abundance:
rich adj \ˈrich\
1 : having abundant possessions and especially material wealth
2 a : having high value or quality b : well supplied or endowed rich in traditions>
3 : magnificently impressive : sumptuous
4 : a : vivid and deep in color rich red>b : full and mellow in tone and quality rich voice>c : having a strong fragrance rich perfumes>
5 : highly productive or remunerative rich mine>
6 a : having abundant plant nutrients rich soil>b : highly seasoned, fatty, oily, or sweet rich foods>c : high in the combustible component rich fuel mixture>d : high in some componentrich foods>
7 a : entertaining; also : laughableb : meaningful, significant rich allusions>c : lush rich meadows>
8 : pure or nearly pure rich lime>
abun·dance noun \ə-ˈbən-dən(t)s\
1 : an ample quantity : profusion
2 : affluence, wealth
3 : relative degree of plentifulnessabundances of uranium and thorium — H. C. Urey>
Here are the ways I am rich:
My spirit is loving, compassionate, accepting, forgiving, courageous, peaceful, generous, strong, allowing, positive, joyous, reverent, expanding and growing. I am grateful for this spirit which allows me to fully appreciate this beautiful journey called life.
My mind is open, creative, rich in knowledge, active thought and curious. I am grateful for this mind that assists me in the understanding the unfolding of life and all of it's wonders.
My body is healthy, beautiful, radiant and strong. Although I don't always understand the nature of my physical short comings, I accept that it allows me to have contrast, which inspires me to change, create and expand my life in new areas.
My family. I have many different types of people in my family, some of them are beautiful, strong, independent women who I have learned much from; others are very different. Creating harmonious relationships within a diverse family of loved ones, has taught me to love people for who they are, and not who I wish they were. It has also taught me when to walk away when harmony is out of reach. I am grateful for these learning experience with family.
My friends. My friends are some of the most awesome people in the universe, that I am certain. My friends are loving, accepting, intelligent, respectful, gracious, creators who I have chosen to allow into my inner circle because I respect and appreciate their souls especially; and they have allowed me to love them. They have taught me wonderful things. I am so grateful for the quality of my friendships.
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My pets. They are beautiful manifestations of pure love. I am grateful for their companionship and the healing relationship that they offer to me and I am happy to be able to care for them.
My world. The more scientists explore the earth the more they learn that Earth is unique. The earth has terrain that is vastly different from one place to another with extreme variations in everything from temperatures, altitudes, vegetation, animals, people, minerals and water supplies. The earth embodies and amplifies what is true about our human conditions. There are volcanoes, hurricanes, tornadoes, floods, fires and storms and yet she always restores back to perfect balance. With all trauma that occurs with earth, good things come of it. This is true of our lives, our bodes and our spirits. I am grateful for the learning experience that earth offers. I am grateful for all of her resources: shelter, food, water, materials- beings both sentient and non-sentient. Earth is a beautiful place to play. I am grateful for this life.
Have you realized and appreciated how rich your life is?
Yes I wrote this, feel free to share it if you'd like and replace what you are grateful for in your own words.
rich adj \ˈrich\
1 : having abundant possessions and especially material wealth
2 a : having high value or quality b : well supplied or endowed rich in traditions>
3 : magnificently impressive : sumptuous
4 : a : vivid and deep in color rich red>b : full and mellow in tone and quality rich voice>c : having a strong fragrance rich perfumes>
5 : highly productive or remunerative rich mine>
6 a : having abundant plant nutrients rich soil>b : highly seasoned, fatty, oily, or sweet rich foods>c : high in the combustible component rich fuel mixture>d : high in some component
7 a : entertaining; also : laughableb : meaningful, significant rich allusions>c : lush rich meadows>
8 : pure or nearly pure rich lime>
abun·dance noun \ə-ˈbən-dən(t)s\
1 : an ample quantity : profusion
2 : affluence, wealth
3 : relative degree of plentifulness
Here are the ways I am rich:
My spirit is loving, compassionate, accepting, forgiving, courageous, peaceful, generous, strong, allowing, positive, joyous, reverent, expanding and growing. I am grateful for this spirit which allows me to fully appreciate this beautiful journey called life.
My mind is open, creative, rich in knowledge, active thought and curious. I am grateful for this mind that assists me in the understanding the unfolding of life and all of it's wonders.
My body is healthy, beautiful, radiant and strong. Although I don't always understand the nature of my physical short comings, I accept that it allows me to have contrast, which inspires me to change, create and expand my life in new areas.
My family. I have many different types of people in my family, some of them are beautiful, strong, independent women who I have learned much from; others are very different. Creating harmonious relationships within a diverse family of loved ones, has taught me to love people for who they are, and not who I wish they were. It has also taught me when to walk away when harmony is out of reach. I am grateful for these learning experience with family.
My friends. My friends are some of the most awesome people in the universe, that I am certain. My friends are loving, accepting, intelligent, respectful, gracious, creators who I have chosen to allow into my inner circle because I respect and appreciate their souls especially; and they have allowed me to love them. They have taught me wonderful things. I am so grateful for the quality of my friendships.
(Tagged, I'm talking about you. Feel free to remove this if you're shy.)
My pets. They are beautiful manifestations of pure love. I am grateful for their companionship and the healing relationship that they offer to me and I am happy to be able to care for them.
My world. The more scientists explore the earth the more they learn that Earth is unique. The earth has terrain that is vastly different from one place to another with extreme variations in everything from temperatures, altitudes, vegetation, animals, people, minerals and water supplies. The earth embodies and amplifies what is true about our human conditions. There are volcanoes, hurricanes, tornadoes, floods, fires and storms and yet she always restores back to perfect balance. With all trauma that occurs with earth, good things come of it. This is true of our lives, our bodes and our spirits. I am grateful for the learning experience that earth offers. I am grateful for all of her resources: shelter, food, water, materials- beings both sentient and non-sentient. Earth is a beautiful place to play. I am grateful for this life.
Have you realized and appreciated how rich your life is?
Yes I wrote this, feel free to share it if you'd like and replace what you are grateful for in your own words.
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During the first attunement I just got really hot, then cold. Not much else, other than I could sense my teachers energy and it was white-yellow color, a teach/learning aura. During the second attunement I saw many different types of eyes, one at a time, looking at me, then fading to black before changing to the next. One of which was an ostrich eye.
Later we did an exercise whereby we went to our sacred space and met our Reiki guides. My sacred space was a lovely rolling landscape with lush green tall trees, grass, hills and flowers. I passed my "house" which was a old english cobblestone style home with a garden larger than the house. In the center of the garden was beautiful koi pond. Next to it -- a huge, soft, large leather barcalounger. Yep that's right, my throne!
I sat in my throne to meet my guides. The first one was this very dark skinned tribal man with a painted face and rods through his nose. This person looks to be most like a man of the Melpa tribe from New Guinea. I am not sure if this photo is the Melpa tribe though it is very close to what I saw. I did a little research of the Melpa tribe:
"Ghosts of dead family and clan members are the focal point of non-Christian religious practice among the Melpa. Pig sacrifices are made to keep these ghosts happy. These sacrifices are made when illness occurs within the village or before any dangerous task begins. The Melpa have religious experts who are responsible for curing the sick and act as intermediaries (go-betweens) between the human world and the spirit world. Women are not allowed to be curers but can be possessed by spirits and can also foretell the future."
The next guide was visionary, a tall, slender built man with a fedora and trench coat. His eyes showed elements, like the air, water. He handed me a small hand-held crystal ball.
The next guide was the ostrich. Ostrich Totem: helps you take ethereal knowledge and apply it to everyday, practical life. However, make sure that you take the time to digest this knowledge thoroughly before using it. Ostrich can help you link to the spirit realm without getting lost in it. Meditating on its large, well-planted feet will help you ground yourself to the Earth; especially if you feel that you are becoming a little flaky or flighty.
These rest of the guides I already knew. Great Native American Grandmother was at my head, hugging me. Her long silver hair draped over my shoulders as she hugged me.
The next guides were on my right, Quan-Yin, Seth, Michael.
It was really interesting, I am excited to see what kinds of journeys my new found Reiki skills will take me to.
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I was recently asked what technique I use to ground myself. This is the technique I use, you may want to tweak it to suit what works best for you. These are also the directions to help move your spirit in alignment to spiritual ascension.
Grounding for spiritual work
Sit tall and comfortably with no distractions, or lie flat. Try to keep your posture straight. Take minute to breathe deeply, imagine these deep breaths are cleansing your body and mind of any type of energies. You intention is to become a neutral vessel.
When you have calmed down to a neutral state of being, imagine/hear that your body is emitting vibrations that sound like a fan cycle, low and rhythmic. Imagine that your fan is speeding up faster and faster to the point where it now sounds like a high pitched frequency that makes a solid noise. Imagine this noise goes higher and higher until it is inaudible. This is projecting your intention to raise your vibrational frequency.
Imagine your spinal cord growing down through your body into the earths and connecting to the core, or a tree outside, wrapping around the roots. In your mind ask the earth/tree permission to ground. You are now grounded.
Next imagine the top of your head opening up and you ask higher consciousness to connect with you. "I wish to connect with energies that only hold the intention of my souls higher purpose." It sends down a pure bright white light is coming down from the sky and runs straight through you to the core, imagine the energy always moving through you but also fills your entire body. This is projecting your intention to connect to higher consciousness. Imagine this grows outward like a bubble/force field. You are projecting your intention to become protected. Make the bubble as little or as large as you wish. You are now protected and connected to the source of higher consciousness.
Keep trying this until you feel your body is changed. You should feel a bit of light tingle, like an energy current coursing through your body. Your third eye area might become sore. If you are having trouble start over. Holding a dark grounding stone such as obsidian in one hand and a conduction element such as quarts crystal, amethyst, or copper in the other might help you connect better. By holding these stones you are projecting your intention to ground, connect and protect to the source of higher consciousness.
Grounding for protection (leaving your home)
Begin with the same process, but now imagine that you summon the archangel Michael, you say something like "I wish to connect with energies that only hold the intention of my souls higher purpose." He comes to you and you ask him for the blue cloak of protection. You slip on this robe with hood, you are now grounded and protected for leaving your home. Thank Michael and ask him if there is anything that he would like to say to you. You may want to spend some time enjoying his energy and have a conversation with him. You may want to keep a grounding stone in your pocket or purse when you leave the house for physical reminder and conscious assurance.
Once you have achieved these states you can ask your higher self to maintain these states as long as you need to or in the case of protection and grounding until you say otherwise. You can also use this technique to protect your home, car, self, office, other people, etc.
Always thank the energies that come to you. When you are finished, you can withdraw your tail from the earths core and close down your light bubble if you wish. If you do not close your circle, note that you may notice that you start to feel a little dizzy, tired, and disrupt electrical appliances and systems. That is because you are operating at a frequency that is much higher than what these systems were built with and a higher level than what your body is used to. Staying in these states will start your body and spirit into the ascension process of spiritual growth and aura development and expansion.
Love and light
Grounding for spiritual work
Sit tall and comfortably with no distractions, or lie flat. Try to keep your posture straight. Take minute to breathe deeply, imagine these deep breaths are cleansing your body and mind of any type of energies. You intention is to become a neutral vessel.
When you have calmed down to a neutral state of being, imagine/hear that your body is emitting vibrations that sound like a fan cycle, low and rhythmic. Imagine that your fan is speeding up faster and faster to the point where it now sounds like a high pitched frequency that makes a solid noise. Imagine this noise goes higher and higher until it is inaudible. This is projecting your intention to raise your vibrational frequency.
Imagine your spinal cord growing down through your body into the earths and connecting to the core, or a tree outside, wrapping around the roots. In your mind ask the earth/tree permission to ground. You are now grounded.
Next imagine the top of your head opening up and you ask higher consciousness to connect with you. "I wish to connect with energies that only hold the intention of my souls higher purpose." It sends down a pure bright white light is coming down from the sky and runs straight through you to the core, imagine the energy always moving through you but also fills your entire body. This is projecting your intention to connect to higher consciousness. Imagine this grows outward like a bubble/force field. You are projecting your intention to become protected. Make the bubble as little or as large as you wish. You are now protected and connected to the source of higher consciousness.
Keep trying this until you feel your body is changed. You should feel a bit of light tingle, like an energy current coursing through your body. Your third eye area might become sore. If you are having trouble start over. Holding a dark grounding stone such as obsidian in one hand and a conduction element such as quarts crystal, amethyst, or copper in the other might help you connect better. By holding these stones you are projecting your intention to ground, connect and protect to the source of higher consciousness.
Grounding for protection (leaving your home)
Begin with the same process, but now imagine that you summon the archangel Michael, you say something like "I wish to connect with energies that only hold the intention of my souls higher purpose." He comes to you and you ask him for the blue cloak of protection. You slip on this robe with hood, you are now grounded and protected for leaving your home. Thank Michael and ask him if there is anything that he would like to say to you. You may want to spend some time enjoying his energy and have a conversation with him. You may want to keep a grounding stone in your pocket or purse when you leave the house for physical reminder and conscious assurance.
Once you have achieved these states you can ask your higher self to maintain these states as long as you need to or in the case of protection and grounding until you say otherwise. You can also use this technique to protect your home, car, self, office, other people, etc.
Always thank the energies that come to you. When you are finished, you can withdraw your tail from the earths core and close down your light bubble if you wish. If you do not close your circle, note that you may notice that you start to feel a little dizzy, tired, and disrupt electrical appliances and systems. That is because you are operating at a frequency that is much higher than what these systems were built with and a higher level than what your body is used to. Staying in these states will start your body and spirit into the ascension process of spiritual growth and aura development and expansion.
Love and light
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Song by Feist
Honey honey, up in the trees
Fill the flowers deep in his dreams
Eat them out to sea by the east
Honey honey, food for the bees
Honey honey, out on the sea
In the Doldrums thinking of me
Me I'm driving thinking of he
Honey honey, not next to me
Even if he wanted to
Even if he wanted to
Even if he wanted to
Do you think he'll come back
Would he come back
Honey honey out on the sea
In the Doldrums waiting for me
Me in my boat searching for he
Honey honey, food for the bees
Honey honey, up in the trees
Fill the flowers deep in his dreams
Eat them out to sea by the east
Honey honey, food for the bees
Honey honey, out on the sea
In the Doldrums thinking of me
Me I'm driving thinking of he
Honey honey, not next to me
Even if he wanted to
Even if he wanted to
Even if he wanted to
Do you think he'll come back
Would he come back
Honey honey out on the sea
In the Doldrums waiting for me
Me in my boat searching for he
Honey honey, food for the bees
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I've grown weary of the inherent inertia of my single predicament. More specifically, of always holding people at an arms length, fighting falling into the orbit of particularly charismatic potential lovers. Conversely, I am equally as tired of seemingly intrigued suitors keeping me at bay. I ponder the nature of this paradox, and wonder how long this will perpetuate. I guess I just have to be patient. Attraction is a suprising thing. When you think you've figured everything out, what exactly you think you need-- something unusual sneaks up and bites you. I can't explain why seemingly attractive people have no impact on me, while others do. It's ok, I don't need to know. I like good surprises, I so rarely get them --the paradox of a seer.
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I started thinking about where I am and how I got here -- specifically how I used to be more social in the physical world and now I am, at times, more social online. I started to panic at the realization that I had become a virtual social butterfly and a physical recluse- well not quite that bad but, more than what I am comfortable with. Of course I realized that this was a slow process that developed out of circumstance, being a single mom, having to stay in raising a child in my 20's - 30's all by myself. Not having a great deal of spending cash to play with, combined with being an unintentional gypsy all compounded this problem. But was it a problem?
I was uncomfortable with it at times, at other times I enjoyed it. Now I fully intend to become more social in a few weeks when a very important and time consuming part of my life comes to an end. This brings into light another perspective I share -- not to take in so much that I don't enjoy my life. A good life is a balanced one. Working on long term goals while enjoying the present is really important for happiness and satisfaction.
Then I started thinking about how time was so relevant to our experiences. Why is it that it goes by so fast when we are having a ball, and so slowly while we are bored, or waiting for the next fun thing. The spaces between one high to the next is where life plays out and shapes us, it can make us different people, sometimes temporarily, sometimes permanently. Haven't you ever found yourself being "not like me" while hanging in limbo? It kind of makes you a little crazy. I guess that's a consideration, does being in limbo make you crazy? Is that what a gypsy likes? The thrill of uncertainty, of not knowing, it's like a ride with no clear end. So this made me wonder if some of us are self destructive so that we can continue to be on this never ending ride. A candle in the wind. Does that make us deeply flawed? Or have we simply embraced the fact that life is so unpredictable, we may as well enjoy it.
All this stems from this idea of wanting to be authentic. I want my ideal and my real to match up, at least to the degree that I am not a fraud. When I say ideal -- I also include the perception that people have of me. I want to make sure that people understand that I push content on ideals, but I am not always what I wish to be myself. I certainly don't think others are either. I think their content reflects something, if it is them or who they wish to be, need, desire, identify with or hate. To say it is unauthentic is not accurate though, because I think people are like cut diamonds, with many facets and different facets show through at different times and placed depending on what is required or expected of the situation. I think that most people have a space between ideals and real that they try to reconcile, learning to be happy and realizing that life is a constant transition is the trick. There is no destination, there are only milestones along the way.
There is a whole lot of stuff that goes on in my head, I play in the space of my mind sometimes. I don't know if that's good or bad, it is what it it is. I suspect many people exists like this. It's why I write, to get out there, out of my head and into life. Isn't it interesting that because of social media that we are all documenting our lives on live feed, blogs and flickr? This was a concept that was unknowing 20 years ago and now it's mainstream. We allow the world to read, reflect and respond to our lives, thoughts and actions. We do so with the knowledge that any moment someone could judge us.
Despite what people's perceptions are about us online, we are still people. We have to get up the morning and take our dogs for walks, feed our babies and go to jobs. Much of what is in our heads stays there and what comes out of our mouths sometimes is less than diplomatic. The mundane. Of course, no one really wants to read about that stuff, do they? I suspect that celebrities struggle with this idea, my public persona vs. my intimate life. I share my intimate life to some degree with the public, but I leave things out. I am allowed. I guess what I am saying is that if I seem larger than life online, I am not. It's just venue for me to play, an avenue for my imagination and self expression. It is who I am minus the bullshit utility of life. I guess it would make sense to say the light does shine brighter when the lens is cleaned of the mud.
I was uncomfortable with it at times, at other times I enjoyed it. Now I fully intend to become more social in a few weeks when a very important and time consuming part of my life comes to an end. This brings into light another perspective I share -- not to take in so much that I don't enjoy my life. A good life is a balanced one. Working on long term goals while enjoying the present is really important for happiness and satisfaction.
Then I started thinking about how time was so relevant to our experiences. Why is it that it goes by so fast when we are having a ball, and so slowly while we are bored, or waiting for the next fun thing. The spaces between one high to the next is where life plays out and shapes us, it can make us different people, sometimes temporarily, sometimes permanently. Haven't you ever found yourself being "not like me" while hanging in limbo? It kind of makes you a little crazy. I guess that's a consideration, does being in limbo make you crazy? Is that what a gypsy likes? The thrill of uncertainty, of not knowing, it's like a ride with no clear end. So this made me wonder if some of us are self destructive so that we can continue to be on this never ending ride. A candle in the wind. Does that make us deeply flawed? Or have we simply embraced the fact that life is so unpredictable, we may as well enjoy it.
All this stems from this idea of wanting to be authentic. I want my ideal and my real to match up, at least to the degree that I am not a fraud. When I say ideal -- I also include the perception that people have of me. I want to make sure that people understand that I push content on ideals, but I am not always what I wish to be myself. I certainly don't think others are either. I think their content reflects something, if it is them or who they wish to be, need, desire, identify with or hate. To say it is unauthentic is not accurate though, because I think people are like cut diamonds, with many facets and different facets show through at different times and placed depending on what is required or expected of the situation. I think that most people have a space between ideals and real that they try to reconcile, learning to be happy and realizing that life is a constant transition is the trick. There is no destination, there are only milestones along the way.
There is a whole lot of stuff that goes on in my head, I play in the space of my mind sometimes. I don't know if that's good or bad, it is what it it is. I suspect many people exists like this. It's why I write, to get out there, out of my head and into life. Isn't it interesting that because of social media that we are all documenting our lives on live feed, blogs and flickr? This was a concept that was unknowing 20 years ago and now it's mainstream. We allow the world to read, reflect and respond to our lives, thoughts and actions. We do so with the knowledge that any moment someone could judge us.
Despite what people's perceptions are about us online, we are still people. We have to get up the morning and take our dogs for walks, feed our babies and go to jobs. Much of what is in our heads stays there and what comes out of our mouths sometimes is less than diplomatic. The mundane. Of course, no one really wants to read about that stuff, do they? I suspect that celebrities struggle with this idea, my public persona vs. my intimate life. I share my intimate life to some degree with the public, but I leave things out. I am allowed. I guess what I am saying is that if I seem larger than life online, I am not. It's just venue for me to play, an avenue for my imagination and self expression. It is who I am minus the bullshit utility of life. I guess it would make sense to say the light does shine brighter when the lens is cleaned of the mud.
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Dear Man,
Enchanted are we.
Thoughts of your have me buzzing.
My eyes craves to see you.
My body burns for your embrace.
Your voice is a life line melody.
I know you are equally smitten.
The way you hold me
your gaze sways and settles deep into mine
The subtle gentle tone of your voice
your kind acts and with the sweet praise.
When we make love it is a force of nature
with all it's intensity and passion,
only the two of us know for certain
how that tsunami started across the pacific.
But one day you will rise from your deep sleep
and see me for what I really am.
A human being.
The volume of my flaws.
The way I say a certain phase will irk you,
our conversation stale, expired.
My patience transparently thin.
Someday you will wonder what you ever saw in me--
landmarks of life with show trails on my face
sink and sag will show and stay
There will be days when you struggle to stay
Remember this --
When I've cooked and cleaned up after dinner
for the 3rd night in a row.
When the hair on your head falls out
and instead comes from your ears.
You start looking like an overgrown infant.
and your teeth are removable
When you cannot rock my clock like you used to,
What you may love me the most for is,
that I choose to still love you as well.
Enchanted are we.
Thoughts of your have me buzzing.
My eyes craves to see you.
My body burns for your embrace.
Your voice is a life line melody.
I know you are equally smitten.
The way you hold me
your gaze sways and settles deep into mine
The subtle gentle tone of your voice
your kind acts and with the sweet praise.
When we make love it is a force of nature
with all it's intensity and passion,
only the two of us know for certain
how that tsunami started across the pacific.
But one day you will rise from your deep sleep
and see me for what I really am.
A human being.
The volume of my flaws.
The way I say a certain phase will irk you,
our conversation stale, expired.
My patience transparently thin.
Someday you will wonder what you ever saw in me--
landmarks of life with show trails on my face
sink and sag will show and stay
There will be days when you struggle to stay
Remember this --
When I've cooked and cleaned up after dinner
for the 3rd night in a row.
When the hair on your head falls out
and instead comes from your ears.
You start looking like an overgrown infant.
and your teeth are removable
When you cannot rock my clock like you used to,
What you may love me the most for is,
that I choose to still love you as well.
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Have you ever been driving somewhere, and suddenly realize that you are going the wrong way? Or a bad feeling arises from the pit of your stomach that something is off? Perhaps you start looking around because you haven't been there and you think it's interesting. Maybe it's one of those rare days where it doesn't really matter if you make it to your destination anyway. So you keep going-- because you know that you can always just turn around, maybe. You keep going, twisting and turning down frayed country roads, wondering if you are going to get somewhere that you recognize. It makes you nervous, but a good nervous. Sometimes you see things that make you appreciate your life, things that are frightening, sad or tragic. At other times you see things that make you a little envious. You get utterly absorbed in your adventure and have no sense of what's right or wrong, you are enjoying the journey. At some point you realize that you probably need to get back on track, and you start thinking of ways you can get there. All along the way are signs, clues as to whether or not you are on the right path. You start to wonder if this little unplanned adventure was all part of some cosmic lesson of some sort, because when you finally make your way to a place of recognition, you feel as if you've discovered something. The hand painted sign, the old man with a crooked smile, or the dog chained out in the back yard left an impression on your soul.
That's how I feel about being single. The tricky thing is, often when you are in the journey, you do not know what stage you are in. Sometimes you are ready to get back to your plan but life has a few more stops, sights and curves to reveal before you can get there. Sometimes the signs are confusing. You think they mean one thing but they really meant something else. Sometimes you feel anxious, lost and confused. Your sheets are cold and popcorn and movies feels lopsided. Other times you thank your lucky stars that you don't have a significant other mentioning your ass is getting fat or ruining your Teflon pans. But mostly what I miss is making memories with someone, the good ones and the bad ones.
Sure I can be alone, independent, and have everything my way. It's easier that way. I don't need to be with anyone, but I want to be with someone. Not just anyone, the right someone. It has to be someone who can meet me on my levels, all or most. That's a pretty tall order. Not because I am so much better than most, but because I recognize there is nothing cookie cutter about me. My individuality is a defining characteristic of me. I know the average Joe not only doesn't get me, but also lacks wanting to. Relationships are so very earthbound for many but what I am seeking is nothing at all earthbound. So I continue on this road, maybe I will be on it forever, maybe not. I guess I will never know, until I know.
That's how I feel about being single. The tricky thing is, often when you are in the journey, you do not know what stage you are in. Sometimes you are ready to get back to your plan but life has a few more stops, sights and curves to reveal before you can get there. Sometimes the signs are confusing. You think they mean one thing but they really meant something else. Sometimes you feel anxious, lost and confused. Your sheets are cold and popcorn and movies feels lopsided. Other times you thank your lucky stars that you don't have a significant other mentioning your ass is getting fat or ruining your Teflon pans. But mostly what I miss is making memories with someone, the good ones and the bad ones.
Sure I can be alone, independent, and have everything my way. It's easier that way. I don't need to be with anyone, but I want to be with someone. Not just anyone, the right someone. It has to be someone who can meet me on my levels, all or most. That's a pretty tall order. Not because I am so much better than most, but because I recognize there is nothing cookie cutter about me. My individuality is a defining characteristic of me. I know the average Joe not only doesn't get me, but also lacks wanting to. Relationships are so very earthbound for many but what I am seeking is nothing at all earthbound. So I continue on this road, maybe I will be on it forever, maybe not. I guess I will never know, until I know.
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Dear friends, and do hope that we will remain friends after you are done reading this; I have decided to publish why I don’t believe in religion. Though summarizing a lifetime journey in a blog is a difficult task, I made this as poignant as possible. This is not an attempt to persuade anyone to divorce from his or her own theology. My dear friend, I absolutely love you the way you are. This is an autobiographic glimpse into my journey that has formed my belief system. To be, and have friends, we truly must under stand each other. I have been subjected to the unsolicited teachings of religion against my will my entire life, so consider this my little voice of rebellion; to quote the great Shakespeare “To thine own self be true." I am fully aware that in attempt to explain my belief system I will offend people. Though this is not the purpose, it will be a consequence. For this I am sorry, this is not my intention. I hope that you can try to remain objective and follow my thought process through this narrative.
I do not think any less of anyone who does believe in religion. In fact, I am a little bit envious of anyone who can find peace and self-identity in organized religion. I have simply transcended the aforementioned state of mind; I chose the word transcend because I was once a believer in Christianity. To clarify, I do not look at religious people from an elitist perspective, rather; I look at them with compassion and understanding. I used to be there. I am like a globetrotter observing someone who hasn’t traveled much, or very little. I am not smarter, more intelligent, better or brighter than they, I have just been to different places then they have on the spiritual journey. I am fully aware that there is no possible way for anyone to relate to what I am saying unless they themselves have been on an equally diverse journey. In fact anyone who believes anything anyone else says without question, is a fool, and I would be equally as guilty of brainwashing.
I am only going to use Christianity as the subject of contrast and comparison, since this is a primary religion in the U.S. When I say Christianity, I use the term loosely for simplicity purposes. The term Christianity is in and of itself a stereotype more often than not proven false because of the diversity in denominations. While you are reading this, you might think “but I am not like that,” please do keep in mind this story isn’t about you. Whilst I’ve put the cart before the horse, I’m getting on the horse now.
My parents divorced when I was three. From what I can ascertain, my father was a bit of a handsome-popular bad boy turned family man (and chauvinist) and my mother was a wallflower who morphed into an educated, striving, feminist hottie. Clearly this was a relationship doomed for failure. Growing up I was exposed to quite a bit of Christianity, my Great Grandmother was Lutheran, and sometimes I went to church on Sundays and enjoyed it.
When I was around 8 years old, my very cool, very secular father turned “born again.” Shortly thereafter I was exposed a wide spectrum of Christians: Baptist, Non-Denominational, Evangelical, Lutheran and Catholic-Christian. My father insisted that this was an amazing transformation, I believed him --though honestly I rather liked him the way he was before. By the time I was a teenager, I was brainwashed “born again.” I admit that I wanted to believe in the hype that I was being force-fed. I more or less went along with it all as way to please my family, because my goal for the first 18 years of my life was to stay out of trouble. From the pages of Merriam-Webster
brain·wash·ing
1 : a forcible indoctrination to induce someone to give up basic political, social, or religious beliefs and attitudes and to accept contrasting regimented ideas
2 : persuasion by propaganda or salesmanship
“…to induce someone to give up basic political, social, or religious beliefs and attitudes and to accept contrasting regimented ideas…” that would mean that someone would have to have these things to begin with, indeed I did. I recall being quite young, sitting in church listening to sermons talk about the love of Jesus. The funny thing is -- kids will believe just about anything. I started comparing these stories of this beautiful person (Jesus) and what Christians are, against what I was experiencing in my own life, with Christians; even what I sometimes heard come straight from the pulpit. I deduced that these could not be the same two things. Most of the Christians that I knew said horrible things about gay people, and anyone that wasn’t like them. They told racist jokes, and relished in gossip about each other. They could abuse and manipulate people with their doctrine. They were hypocritical, judgmental and quite frankly seemed to be in the dark, blindly following doctrine, which in and of itself seemed utterly and completely hypocritical. It was profoundly confusing and painful to contrast these ideologies against reality and to come unreconciled. This led me down a long path of analyzing this paradox, was it the Christians or the bible? I’ll save you years of reading the cliff notes, it turns out it is both. I can’t just say that without explaining myself.
As a parent, I would never put my children on planet with my arch enemy resides, who by all accounts, is a far superior contender and undoubtedly will defeat even the most superior human being. This is a scenario that was created to fail. It lacks logic to the extent that even the suggestion of free will is a severely weak point. How do you propose that free will could compete against a god-like creature? From the inception, the bible is an incredulous tale. My next example is how in one passage, Jesus talks about turning the other cheek, in another passage Jesus gets angry and overturns tables in the synagogue. Really, am I the only thinking person who finds this completely hypocritical and by its very nature is an example of “sin?” Wait a minute, Jesus never sinned right?
Let’s recap. God sets his children up to fail, and then punishes them with a life of constant struggle throughout time, until the final act of Armageddon. Then, he rewards people for not using their “God given brains,” and blindly believing these mythical stories, which are inaccurately recorded, because they were verbally handed down from a time whereby people were largely illiterate. Oh, I almost forgot, many of the books that make up the entire biblical volume are not actually in the final bible. The political/church leaders at the time picked which books they wanted published, based on how they wanted to control the masses at that point in history. Furthermore, the “bible” was polluted when Constantine decided to merge the Pagan beliefs in with Christian to bring peace in order to these dueling religions. This is why many Christians believe that Christ died on a cross, instead of a tree (original translation) and we celebrate with a Christmas tree, and the introduction of the trinity concept. All of which are directly stolen from Pagan rituals, as is the Easter bunny, though EB isn't in the b-i-b-l-e, however Easter was planned to overshadow the Pagan spring equinox. Meanwhile, said holy deity refuses to make an appearance to either confirm or deny its existence, yet insist that he is “the only way.” When people choose not to believe these fairy tales they spend eternity in hell. Makes perfect sense. So either “God” is a sadistic asshole, or the bible is a wonderful work of fictitious and factual fables. I choose b. How silly. Why don’t you just believe in Santa Clause, at least he isn’t mean.
The bible is not all bad, it is a nice piece of literature, full of some great stories and common sense rules like “don’t sleep with your neighbors wife.” There are many of these universal truths in many religions and stories throughout time. I do not knock the use of the bible as a foundation for development of good values, morals and ethics, I do not see the bible as a credible source of information, nor can it be a book in which my whole life must revolve around for the aforementioned reasons. I also think the bible is one dimension or one perspective of learning. If you really want to be knowledgeable it is important for one to read from many different sources. I also think that historically the bible was a good way for leaders to control people from self-destructive behavior, otherwise difficult to curtail. If you simply think of the word “sin” as self-destructive behavior it begins to fit better into a modern context. Now that we have laws to protect ourselves and each other form these basic sins, (at lease in the U.S.) this method of control is outdated.
This is just the exploration of one religion. I have done this process with many religions, in an attempt to fill the God void, which by the way is no longer a void. I’ve never heard the uncontested ring of truth upon close examination from any religion. There are some that are close, Buddhism is one I find to be in most alignment with my beliefs, but that would be Buddhism the philosophy, not the religion. Even Buddhism requires a level of isolation and discipline that I cannot embrace. Religion requires a deity to “worship,” I worship nothing. Life it be lived and enjoyed because there isn’t anyone who has come back from the dead to profess that we all are guaranteed heaven if we only believe in “fill in the blank” religion. Furthermore, why would you think it’s ok to discard your own thought process and intuition? Animals in nature do not do this, why would we?
My suspicions about religion were cemented when I took “History of Western Civilization” in college. I learned about the birth of civilization, through history, as we understood it. I learned about all of the cultures and people that shaped our lives, beliefs, progress, and technology through out time. One thing that became clear is that as far as they can trace, we’ve always believed in God. And that our idea of God has always been changing and evolving as we've evolved in our thinking. That’s because people created religion, and their perception of what God is, not “God.”
Continuing on I was finally introduced to perhaps my greatest love in college, “Philosophy of Ethics.” Finally a method of which I could clearly articulate what I had been thinking in my head all of these years about life and religion. I understood how I could be a profoundly ethical person, in the absence of any religious dogma. Philosophy gave me a tool to divide and categorize the hypocrisy found in religion, ethics, morals, values and thought. I fell in love with the study of philosophy, though I had really been in love with it all of my life, and did not know it.
My belief system does come at a cost of alienation from friends, community and relationships. It is the reason my blog is anonymous. One of the reasons I am single is that I find it difficult find progressive minded people like myself to date in the bible belt that I live in. One of my prerequisites is that the person not be religious, and be ethical. While I can respect a person’s choice to be religious, sooner or later this will cause a great deal of conflict in a shared life because either I will have to hold my tongue, and not be myself, or risk hurting their feelings.
There seems to be this misconception that non-religious people have no morals, values or ethics. I hope that this post has made it obvious that the catalyst for my transformation was spawned by my love and reverence for all human beings, my compassion and value for every life, and my desire to be an honorable and just human being.
There seems to be this misconception that non-religious people have no morals, values or ethics. I hope that this post has made it obvious that the catalyst for my transformation was spawned by my love and reverence for all human beings, my compassion and value for every life, and my desire to be an honorable and just human being.
I am not an atheist, but an agnostic theist, which means I believe a god exists, but I do not claim to know that this belief is true. When I say God, I am using the term loosely because what some people call God I think of as a universal energy source in which all life belongs to. I get excited about the discoveries in quantum physics, specifically string theory. it appears to possibly explain in scientific way, this universal energy, if it can be proven. However, for me it doesn't have to be proven. Love cannot be tested, yet no one can deny its reality, power, or it's effects.
Why do I believe that anything god-like could exist? First, because I am thinker, anything could be true until it’s proven otherwise, or my own thought processes makes a deduction. Second, I cannot explain coincidence, aside from pure statistics, which defies true explanation anyway. Third, personal experiences. I’ve been thinking of someone, and they call. Sometimes I think things, and other people say them out loud, a thought enters my mind that says, “do this, not that” and it turns out to be a great benefit to me. Sometimes I just know something is going to happen before it does. Can you explain “messages from the other side” that seem to work in our favor? We all have these experiences regularly. Serendipity, knowsis, psychic energy, miracles, these are all things we cannot explain. These great mystical and magical experiences in our lives that make us sit on the edge of our seats and give us goose bumps. If we figure it all out, we might not have anything left to feel hopeful about. Which is why I believe there is a God, because I choose to, I just don’t believe in religion. If believing in God or religion makes you a better person, and you do no harm to others in your beliefs, then by all means believe away. I challenge you to explore and conclude why you believe what you believe, and then my friend, we will truly be kindred spirits.
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The most freighting things that happen to us in life are when the illusions that we hold about ourselves and others are shattered. If we can recognize that reality is a figment of our design and perception, we have nothing left to fer -- only situations to deal with.
-- Shaman Chitta
-- Shaman Chitta
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Bathe in imagination, wash with passion. Dry with industry and apply the lotion of ambition. Slip on your best creativity. Step out and share your metamorphosis with the world -- we are waiting to fall in love with you
-- Shaman Chitta
-- Shaman Chitta
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sketching fetching portraits
of terrors or delights
works born of ethereal visions and plights
paint or plaster stories
of woven or glass angst
artists show life's spite and esoteric pranks
-- Shaman Chitta
of terrors or delights
works born of ethereal visions and plights
paint or plaster stories
of woven or glass angst
artists show life's spite and esoteric pranks
-- Shaman Chitta
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I'd rather go barefoot
then wear the wrong kind of shoes.
I trust my feet.
Sure
they get too cold sometimes
and scorching hot at others
but that's why I let the skin get a little thick,
to protect them.
I always know how to take care of them.
With a little care my feet never let me down,
at least for now.
Now don't get me wrong - I love shoes
which is why I keep trying them on.
They look so pretty,
I can see myself in them,
imagining how well they will fit in my life
and all the places we can go together.
But mostly I think of how comfortable
and good I will feel in the right pair of shoes.
I can have nice soft feet - free of callous
spared for the heat and the cold
in the right pair of shoes.
I've tried so many shoes
some too tight
or too loose
some rub my heels
and give me blisters
some just plain hurt.
Some shoes make my body tired or sore.
Some shoes are just plain boring
ugly
not me
When I find a pair I like
I take good care of them
and wear them until they give out on me
and they always do.
A comfortable, stylish,
quality shoe is so hard to find these days.
Usually when I do find one
they are out of my size,
or cost is so high,
they are out of my league.
That is why
I'd rather go barefoot than
make do with an "almost" good pair.
So sometimes I go barefoot for a while
until I find another great pair of shoes
Because I trust my feet.
Because its better to go barefoot
then walk around in the wrong kind of shoes.
-- Shaman Chitta
then wear the wrong kind of shoes.
I trust my feet.
Sure
they get too cold sometimes
and scorching hot at others
but that's why I let the skin get a little thick,
to protect them.
I always know how to take care of them.
With a little care my feet never let me down,
at least for now.
Now don't get me wrong - I love shoes
which is why I keep trying them on.
They look so pretty,
I can see myself in them,
imagining how well they will fit in my life
and all the places we can go together.
But mostly I think of how comfortable
and good I will feel in the right pair of shoes.
I can have nice soft feet - free of callous
spared for the heat and the cold
in the right pair of shoes.
I've tried so many shoes
some too tight
or too loose
some rub my heels
and give me blisters
some just plain hurt.
Some shoes make my body tired or sore.
Some shoes are just plain boring
ugly
not me
When I find a pair I like
I take good care of them
and wear them until they give out on me
and they always do.
A comfortable, stylish,
quality shoe is so hard to find these days.
Usually when I do find one
they are out of my size,
or cost is so high,
they are out of my league.
That is why
I'd rather go barefoot than
make do with an "almost" good pair.
So sometimes I go barefoot for a while
until I find another great pair of shoes
Because I trust my feet.
Because its better to go barefoot
then walk around in the wrong kind of shoes.
-- Shaman Chitta
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Platinum sunset
butterfly acquaintance
summers perfume
I smile toward the direction
of your shadow
Silk winds
cricket sonnet
origami memories
unfold and refolding
wishing for a different outcome
Swallowing suns
birthing moons
incubating afternoons
this season reflects love and regret
majestic healing
-- Shaman chitta
butterfly acquaintance
summers perfume
I smile toward the direction
of your shadow
Silk winds
cricket sonnet
origami memories
unfold and refolding
wishing for a different outcome
Swallowing suns
birthing moons
incubating afternoons
this season reflects love and regret
majestic healing
-- Shaman chitta
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Looking for luck or love
its like
the rain
the sun
chasing rainbows
gone
hope removed until the next rain.
A single leaf
fallen into the sea
subject to the calm or
thrashing waves
currents or tides
getting dizzy
trying to keep sight of the big dipper
hoping to reach solid ground
before it
disintegrates or
is taken under
clinging to anything rushing by until
eventually
they part
the leaf knows its purpose but
the sea it seems
has other plans.
Who is going to win?
Like a skilled painter gone color blind
talent seems wasted on me
for I have neither the time nor
inspiration concurrently
it’s a cruel trick
to wave the steak in front of the caged lion.
Cat’s on fire
my chest aches
another day of quarreling
with my dependent.
Today I aged a year
I had to sleep
visions of my hopes and dreams
swirling down the toilet
will I ever get to see one grow up?
Every disappointment is like
the loss of a child or a beloved pet
Every heart break
is 3 years gone
how many times can a heart be wounded before the scars get in the way?
Are they in the way?
I look around and realize
there is nothing here for me
my life is on auto pilot
void of pleasantry
responsibilities, responsibilities, responsibilities
is all I see.
When can I feel joy
when can I be free
when is life ever going to be about me?
I am an orphan of misery
this kind of heart break cannot be remedied.
I remind my self in part, this path was of my choosing.
No weed to smoke
No coke to blow
No alcohol to douse the flames
No chocolate or ice cream
No shopping spree
Not even a prescription pill to pop
No
I have to deal with today
COLD TURKEY
So I will take my chest pains
my pillow and bed
cable TV
with pen in hand
I will write
I will write to ease me.
-- Shaman Chitta
its like
the rain
the sun
chasing rainbows
gone
hope removed until the next rain.
A single leaf
fallen into the sea
subject to the calm or
thrashing waves
currents or tides
getting dizzy
trying to keep sight of the big dipper
hoping to reach solid ground
before it
disintegrates or
is taken under
clinging to anything rushing by until
eventually
they part
the leaf knows its purpose but
the sea it seems
has other plans.
Who is going to win?
Like a skilled painter gone color blind
talent seems wasted on me
for I have neither the time nor
inspiration concurrently
it’s a cruel trick
to wave the steak in front of the caged lion.
Cat’s on fire
my chest aches
another day of quarreling
with my dependent.
Today I aged a year
I had to sleep
visions of my hopes and dreams
swirling down the toilet
will I ever get to see one grow up?
Every disappointment is like
the loss of a child or a beloved pet
Every heart break
is 3 years gone
how many times can a heart be wounded before the scars get in the way?
Are they in the way?
I look around and realize
there is nothing here for me
my life is on auto pilot
void of pleasantry
responsibilities, responsibilities, responsibilities
is all I see.
When can I feel joy
when can I be free
when is life ever going to be about me?
I am an orphan of misery
this kind of heart break cannot be remedied.
I remind my self in part, this path was of my choosing.
No weed to smoke
No coke to blow
No alcohol to douse the flames
No chocolate or ice cream
No shopping spree
Not even a prescription pill to pop
No
I have to deal with today
COLD TURKEY
So I will take my chest pains
my pillow and bed
cable TV
with pen in hand
I will write
I will write to ease me.
-- Shaman Chitta
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The nights are cold and talk is cheap
A bud of love grew from her sheets
Happy high on her heavenly throne
Eternal love - it's all she's known
They spend days and months together
He speaks words to her of forever
A dream come true she finds at last
Profound love he assures he's cast
A queen of wands appears on the scene
He trades his goddess to spill his seed
In her trance he lies his love away
His goddess yearns his return, dies each day
How will she ever see the sunshine bright again?
How will he ever make up for all of his sins?
She loves but hates for all he’s done
She can’t recall how to be alone
Forced to pay with pain and tears
For a crime that was not even hers
Bitterness sinks in,
She plots sin against his
She trades her sovereignty for some peace
In spiteful words the truth she speaks
As she watches her bridges burn
Thoughts calm her -he can’t return
Freedom from her lovers spell
Release acceded her from hell
A smile returns upon her face
Through vindication her pain replaced
Oh how she would have done anything for him
Her riches wasted on a thankless man
High price she paid for what was done
A low return he gets for that wand
A childish joy he gets to keep
For there’s no replacing a goddess, with a queen.
--Shaman Chitta
A bud of love grew from her sheets
Happy high on her heavenly throne
Eternal love - it's all she's known
They spend days and months together
He speaks words to her of forever
A dream come true she finds at last
Profound love he assures he's cast
A queen of wands appears on the scene
He trades his goddess to spill his seed
In her trance he lies his love away
His goddess yearns his return, dies each day
How will she ever see the sunshine bright again?
How will he ever make up for all of his sins?
She loves but hates for all he’s done
She can’t recall how to be alone
Forced to pay with pain and tears
For a crime that was not even hers
Bitterness sinks in,
She plots sin against his
She trades her sovereignty for some peace
In spiteful words the truth she speaks
As she watches her bridges burn
Thoughts calm her -he can’t return
Freedom from her lovers spell
Release acceded her from hell
A smile returns upon her face
Through vindication her pain replaced
Oh how she would have done anything for him
Her riches wasted on a thankless man
High price she paid for what was done
A low return he gets for that wand
A childish joy he gets to keep
For there’s no replacing a goddess, with a queen.
--Shaman Chitta
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