Feels like I'm bleeding from the inside,there's no where left for my demons to hide...I break down to rediscover I'm as sacred as my mother.
Here as a guardian of her health and beauty,I live in fast times ...where most people are blind...but I can still see...what hides behind each interaction...the dismay,or the satisfaction ....
Aimless, I linger, afloat in this shapeless void, a rudderless ship in the vast expanse of nothing;consuming time in exchange for knowledge’s understanding to render distinction of purpose and direction to regain ambition’s energy as reward to its expenditure or, to be forever lost.
I recently participated in the Seattle Green Festival and sensed a link to community based on meaning as well as a profound desire to transcend what I feel to be insignificant cultural, linguistic norms associated with trade and seeming progress. I'm reserved but have learned to overcompensate and this
It has become nearly impossible to determine the "truth" in our increasingly chaotic world. Reality is seemingly being twisted and flipped on its head in this rapid unfolding of multi-front crises. The world is facing a new world war in the Arab world, nuclear holocaust from the Fukushima meltdown, total economic collapse/takeover, and a stunning rise in the cost of essential commodities.
Hey all. Today I just took the time to read and respond to alot of the blogs on this sight. Some of the things we all care about and have a deep love for.
What I learned from this is we are all in our own way seeking truth love and understanding. We in our brief time in this shell all need it at some point in our lives. How we seek this is really as varied as the people serching.
We were strangers who became friends. It was a friendship of mutual interest, and an underlying feeling of hope. Hope, that through each other we could find human understanding. You entered into my life at a time when I am alone, searching, and beginning to discover my potential and my dreams in this world.
Without forgiveness, there is no love. I pity those who cannot forgive, choosing instead to be locked steadfast in their foolish pride, with turmoil encircling them as chains. Their hearts have become so calloused as to not feel the pain that lack of forgiveness brings. No one is not in need of forgiveness and to believe otherwise is indeed an emotional train wreck.
InHigh school I was a cynic after my friend was murdered. I had lost my belief system because I denounced the Catholic faith. I was searching my immature psyche for answers. I had not discovered shamanism or read anything about what I was writing about. I was simply writing for my journalism class in which most of my writings were never published (you'll see why).
Can we have a movement known as:
HUMANITY,
BEINGS,
SOULS
something we all have an understanding about- that no matter what culture or society a person comes from they can understand and grasp what connects us all together.
For no human being can deny that we are all skin, we are a heart, a mind, eyes, and mouth.
Death. It never really struck me that I would one day have a funeral. That I would be in a casket with friends and loved ones looking at me, with smelly, caked up, makeup on my face and a suit with the back cut to shreds with my ass resting gently on the silk lined casket. I have George Carlin of all people to blame for this revelation.
Leave the void, to create a way away.
Be yourself. Dislocate time.
Are right and wrong, just hanging there, light and dark. And is the truth like the sun being just beyond the horizon? Or is there another way to get there, something that connects us, a vehicle to reveal our interconnectedness? Let us begin.
“Let the bare feat be the last sound that they hear.” - Our Lady Peace
"Killing Me Softly" by Roberta Flack and later the Fugees has always been a favorite song of mine. I'd always sing it on karaoke but it wasn't until a few months ago that the words that I always sang actually spoke to me. For the longest time I never gave much thought into the meaning of the song.
Last night, in the midst of a conversation about the Power of Astrology, and how it is truly a Language above everything else that it may be, I realized exactly how language plays into our Reality tunnels, our Understandings of the world, and how Astrology is up there in importance with some of the most Sacred dialects, like Sanskrit and Hebrew.
"Banish the word 'struggle' from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we have been waiting for." — Hopi elders
