Sunday, December 26, 2010
I love you not only for what you are
- Roy Croft
Love never dies a natural death
- Anais Nin
Auguries of Innocence
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.
A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.
Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.
The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.
The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.
He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.
The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.
The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.
He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.
The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.
The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.
The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;
This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.
The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.
The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.
One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.
He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.
He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.
The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.
The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.
When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.
The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.
The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.
The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.
Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro' the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.
God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.
- William Blake
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Looking for that guy
Sunday, December 12, 2010
If you come to me at this moment
Ashes and Snow® by (Gregory Colbert)
Friday, December 10, 2010
If you forget me
You know how this is:
if I look at the crystal moon,
at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you
little by little.
If suddenly you forget me do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners that passes through my life,
and you decide to leave me
at the shore of the heart where I have roots,
remember that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off to seek another land.
But if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love,
ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
- Pablo Neruda
Monday, December 6, 2010
Her secret garden
If you come knockin' late at night
She'll let you in her mouth
If the words you say are right
If you pay the price
She'll let you deep inside
But there's a secret garden she hides
She'll let you in her car
To go drivin' 'round
She'll let you into the parts of herself
That'll bring you down
She'll let you in her heart
If you got a hammer and a vise
But into her secret garden, don't think twice
You've gone a million miles
How far'd you get
To that place where you can't remember
And you can't forget
She'll lead you down a path
There'll be tenderness in the air
She'll let you come just far enough
So you know she's really there
Then she'll look at you and smile
And her eyes will say
She's got a secret garden
Where everything you want
Where everything you need
Will always stay
A million miles away
- Bruce Springsteen (Secret Garden)
I keep looking...
- ´By taking risks,´ she said to Brida. ´By risking failure, disappointment, disillusion, but never ceasing your search for love. As long as you keep looking, you will triumph in the end.´
- Paulo Coelho (Brida)
Friday, December 3, 2010
Know that
- Donald Walsch (Communion with God)
False harmony
And Chu Lai responded:“Within my soul there is no rancor. But if he is not truly sorry, it is better for him to recognize now that he is mad at me. If I had accepted his apology, we would be creating a false state of harmony, and this would further increase the anger of your husband.”
- Paulo Coelho
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Traieste clipa!
Persoane care, intr-un anumit moment al existentei lor, au avut puterea de a visa la ziua de maine alaturi de persoana iubita, dar care au experimentat gustul amar al unui vis pierdut. Iar acum prefera sa nu isi mai faca 'planuri', de teama unui alt esec.
'Sa nu ai nici o asteptare, pentru a nu fi dezamagit' - asta a devenit motto-ul vietii lor. Ba chiar unii iti spun direct: "nu iti pune baza pe mine!" ca si cum ar stii ca ei la randul lor vor dezamagi, sau poate chiar au dezamagit deja.
Tuturor acestora le spun asa: dragii mei, nu imi pun baza in voi, ci in Dumnezeu si in tot ce exista frumos pe lumea asta. Nu e nevoie sa va simtiti impovarati. Fericirea mea nu depinde de voi, ci de mine. Iar fericirea asta o simt si o traiesc clipa de clipa...si ieri, si azi....si maine.
Si nu mi-e teama sa visez.
The prayer of forgiveness
"- Remember the Aleph. Remember what you felt at that moment. The explanations and responses will not be sufficient. They will confuse you even more with that which is already so complex. Simply forgive me.
- I do not know why I have to forgive the man I love.
Hilal searches for inspiration on the golden walls, the columns, the people coming at this hour of the morning, the flames of the lit candles.
- I forgive the girl I was, not because I want to become a saint but because I do not want to endure this hatred. This tiresome hatred.
This was not what I expected.
- You may not forgive everyone and everything, but forgive me.
- I forgive everything and everyone. I forgive you because I love you and you do not love me. I forgive you because you reject me and I am losing my power.
She closes her eyes and raises her hands towards the ceiling.
- I am liberated from hatred by means of forgiveness and love. I understand that suffering, when it cannot be avoided, helps me to advance towards glory.
Hilal speaks softly but the acoustics of the church are so perfect that everything she says seems to echo throughout the four corners. But my experience tells me that she is channelling the spirit of a child.
The tears I shed, I forgive.
The suffering and disappointments, I forgive.
The betrayals and lies, I forgive.
The slandering and scheming, I forgive.
The hatred and persecution, I forgive.
The punches that were given, I forgive.
The shattered dreams, I forgive.
The dead hopes, I forgive.
The disaffection and jealousy, I forgive.
The indifference and ill will, I forgive.
The injustice in the name of justice, I forgive.
The anger and mistreatment, I forgive.
The neglect and oblivion, I forgive.
The world with all its evil, I forgive.
She lowers her arms, opens her eyes and places her hands on her face.
I move closer to kiss her, but she makes a signal with her hands.
- I have not finished yet.
She closes her eyes and looks up.
Grief and resentment, I replace with understanding and agreement.
Revolt, I replace with music that comes from my violin.
Pain I replace with oblivion.
Revenge, I replace with victory.
I will be able to love above all discontentment.
To give even when I am stripped of everything.
To work happily even when I find myself in the midst of all obstacles.
To dry tears even when I am still crying.
To believe even when I am discredited.
She opens her eyes, puts her hands on my head and says with an authority that comes from above:
- Thy will be done. Thy will be done."
Paulo Coelho (O Aleph)
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
When in doubt, don't!
Insa de multe ori intervine (asa-zisa) ratiune care te sfatuieste 'de bine' zicandu-ti, fie prin propria voce, fie prin vocile unor prieteni - binevoitori de altfel- 'hai, lasa, ca n-o fi chiar asa, hai sa incerc, cine stie, poate de data asta iese altfel.'
Mda. Macar sa nu ma mai mir ca n-a iesit.
Sa nu zici ca nu ti-am zis !
Show must go on :))
In valea plangerii
M-am apropiat: era un ghiocel ca un capac de sticla, modelat sub forma florii. Scria pe el 'Izvorul Alb'.
M-am minunat atunci. Nu stiam ca in Valea Plangerii cresc flori.
Acum insa stiu secretul vaii. Lacrimile sunt pentru flori...
Ca de zahar
Acum arata de parca ar fi din zahar.
Iar florile si iarba inghetate, par a fi facute din sticla colorata...
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Killing our dreams
The second symptom of the death of our dreams lies in our certainties. Because we don’t want to see life as a grand adventure, we begin to think of ourselves as wise and fair and correct in asking so little of life. We look beyond the walls of our day-to-day existence, and we hear the sound of lances breaking, we smell the dust and the sweat, and we see the great defeats and the fire in the eyes of the warriors. But we never see the delight, the immense delight in the hearts of those who are engaged in the battle. For them, neither victory nor defeat is important; what’s important is only that they are fighting the Good Fight.
And, finally, the third symptom of the passing of our dreams is peace. Life becomes a Sunday afternoon; we ask for nothing grand, and we cease to demand anything more than we are willing to give. In that state, we think of ourselves as being mature; we put aside the fantasies of our youth, and we seek personal and professional achievement. We are surprised when people our age say that they still want this or that out of life. But really, deep in our hearts, we know that what has happened is that we have renounced the battle for our dreams – we have refused to fight the Good Fight.
When we renounce our dreams and find peace, we go through a short period of tranquility. But the dead dreams begin to rot within us and to infect our entire being.
We become cruel to those around us, and then we begin to direct this cruelty against ourselves. That’s when illnesses and psychoses arise. What we sought to avoid in combat – disappointment and defeat – come upon us because of our cowardice.
And one day, the dead, spoiled dreams make it difficult to breathe, and we actually seek death. It’s death that frees us from our certainties, from our work, and from that terrible peace of our Sunday afternoons..."
Paulo Coelho
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
In search of rain
In the middle of the group the priest noticed a boy all wrapped up in warm clothes and covered by a raincoat.
“Are you crazy?” he asked. “It hasn’t rained in this region for five years and you’ll die of the heat climbing the mountain!”
“I’ve got a cold, father. If we are going to pray to God for rain, can you imagine the climb back down? The downpour is going to be so heavy that it’s better to be prepared.”
And only after these words a loud roar was heard in the sky and the first drops began to fall. The faith of a boy was enough to work a miracle that thousands of men were praying for.
- Paulo Coelho
What is treason?
The multitude agreed. And the prophet went on: “and if that is so, why do we betray our brother?”
A boy who was watching asked his father: “what does betray mean?”
“It means to trick your companion in order to gain a certain advantage.”
“And why do we betray our companion?” insisted the boy.
“Because in the past somebody began all that. Ever since then, nobody knows how to stop the wheel. We are always betraying or being betrayed.”
“Then I won’t betray anyone,” said the boy.
And so he did. He grew up and suffered a lot during his life, but kept his promise.
His children suffered less and endured fewer hardships.
His grandchildren did not suffer at all.
- Paulo Coelho
Only the happy
- Paulo Coelho
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Your true friends
- Donald Walsch
Friday, October 29, 2010
Lilith si litera Şin
Fiecare literă era făcută din sticlă. Precum o prismă, fiecare reflecta toate culorile universului. Dumnezeu nu se putea decide cine ar trebui să ţină aceste comori care vor păstra pentru eternitate învăţăturile evreilor. Şi Dumnezeu se tot gândi; apoi, în cea de-a optsprezecea zi, se hotărî.
„Lilit,” spuse Cel Sfânt, adresându-se primei femei, „pentru că tu înţelegi importanţa învăţatului, nu doar pentru tine, ci pentru toţi oamenii, te pun pe tine să ai grijă de primul set de litere ebraice.”
„Sunt onorată,” spuse aceasta. „Ştiu un loc tocmai bun în care să le ţin.” Atunci Lilit îl conduse pe Dumnezeu într-o parte foarte împădurită a Grădinii Edenului. „Aici,” spuse arătând către o imensă stâncă nivelată care se ridica de la pământ, fiind protejată de o terasă suspendată. Acolo se găseau nenumărate plante de viţă de vie, păsări şi fluturaşi. O cascadă îşi aduna apa într-un bazin unde se găseau peşti de toate culorile.
„Da,” spuse Dumnezeu, „acesta este un loc bun.” Cel Sfânt i-a înmânat litera Alef lui Lilit. Aceasta s-a dus la lumina soarelui şi a ţinut litera deasupra capului, pentru a se lumina şi a admira sticla fină şi rezistentă. Duse litera alef la obraz, o mirosi, o sărută chiar.
„Litera Bet,” spuse Dumnezeu şi Lilit puse cu grijă litera Alef pe stâncă pentru a o putea primi pe Bet. Una câte una, Dumnezeu denumea literele; la fel, Lilit le accepta şi le admira. Când mai avea doar câteva de întins, Cel Sfânt se opri. „Aceasta,” spuse Dumnezeu, „se cheamă şin. Vezi ce rotunjime perfectă are? Cred că este perfectă, cea mai frumoasă dintre toate literele.”
Se întâmplă că exact în momentul în care Lilit acceptă litera şin, se auzi plânsetul unui copil în apropiere. Nu era un plânset sfâşietor, nici de durere, nici de teamă. Spunea doar „Sunt singur, vino şi ţine-mă în braţe.”
Lilit se gândi la copil doar o fracţiune de secundă, suficient însă pentru a scăpa litera pe care Dumnezeu o decretase ca fiind perfectă.
Nici Dumnezeu, nici Lilit nu vorbi în timp ce Şin căzu de pe stâncă, spărgându-se cu un sunet mai puternic decât cântecul păsărilor, decât cascada, decât zumzetul insectelor şi decât vuietul plăcut al vântului printre viţa de vie.
„Iartă-mă,” spuse Lilit. Dumnezeu se pregătea să o ierte pentru că spărsese cea mai frumoasă literă, când Lilit continuă, „trebuie să am grijă de copil.”
Dumnezeu nu spuse nimic în timp ce Lilit se îndepărta. „Când mă voi întoarce,” adăugă Lilit, „voi repara litera Şin.”
Această remarcă i se păru foarte stranie lui Dumnezeu. Deşi lumea nu avea decât optsprezece zile, Cel Sfânt nu se aştepta ca cineva să repare lucrurile. Dumnezeu a făcut lucrurile şi oamenii aveau grijă de ele – sau nu, însă nimeni nu avea să le repare, nici om, nici Dumnezeu.
Dumnezeu se mai gândea încă la această ciudăţenie când s-a întors Lilit. Ridică bucăţile de sticlă şi le aranjă în forma pe care o numim Şin. „Lucrarea ta se reflectă în această nouă formă,” spuse Lilit, „dar reflectă de asemenea umanitatea,” aşa cum fiecare persoană este o reflectare a Divinului.”
„Cum să folosim litera Şin?” întrebă Dumnezeu, încântat de ceea ce tocmai spusese prima femeie.
„Ca prima literă a unui salut,” sugeră aceasta. Ne va aduce aminte de faptul că putem să îţi comunicăm ceea ce avem de spus.” Dumnezeu dădu din cap afirmativ. „De asemenea,” fie ca acelaşi cuvânt să semnifice pace, pentru că fiecare dintre noi poate aduce pacea – indiferent dacă pacea este întreruptă de un copil care plânge, o neînţelegere între prieteni sau chiar între popoare. Cuvântul acesta ne va aduce aminte de faptul că lucrurile făcute bucăţi pot fi reparate.”
Din nou, Dumnezeu fu de acord cu Lilit, dar adăugă, „Fie ca Şin să fie şi prima literă a cuvântului ascultă.”
„Da,” spuse Lilit, trebuie să te ascultăm.”
„Iar eu îi voi asculta pe toţi cei care mă caută,” spuse Dumnezeu.
Şi aşa a fost. Şi aşa va fi mereu.
- sursa: http://edikup.wordpress.com/iudaism-101/lilit/
Thursday, October 28, 2010
The hero's journey (3) - Return
1. Refusal of the Return
So why, when all has been achieved, the ambrosia has been drunk, and we have conversed with the gods, why come back to normal life with all its cares and woes?
2. The Magic Flight
Sometimes the hero must escape with the boon, if it is something that the gods have been jealously guarding. It can be just as adventurous and dangerous returning from the journey as it was to go on it.
3. Rescue from Without
Just as the hero may need guides and assistants to set out on the quest, often times he or she must have powerful guides and rescuers to bring them back to everyday life, especially if the person has been wounded or weakened by the experience. Or perhaps the person doesn't realize that it is time to return, that they can return, or that others need their boon.
4. The Crossing of the Return Threshold
The trick in returning is to retain the wisdom gained on the quest, to integrate that wisdom into a human life, and then maybe figure out how to share the wisdom with the rest of the world. This is usually extremely difficult.
5. Master of the Two Worlds
In myth, this step is usually represented by a transcendental hero like Jesus or Buddha. For a human hero, it may mean achieving a balance between the material and spiritual. The person has become comfortable and competent in both the inner and outer worlds.
6. Freedom to Live
Mastery leads to freedom from the fear of death, which in turn is the freedom to live. This is sometimes referred to as living in the moment, neither anticipating the future nor regretting the past.
- Joseph Campbell
The hero's journey (2) - Initiation
1. The Road of Trials
The road of trials is a series of tests, tasks, or ordeals that the person must undergo to begin the transformation. Often the person fails one or more of these tests, which often occur in threes.
2. The Meeting with the Goddess
The meeting with the goddess represents the point in the adventure when the person experiences a love that has the power and significance of the all-powerful, all encompassing, unconditional love that a fortunate infant may experience with his or her mother. It is also known as the "hieros gamos", or sacred marriage, the union of opposites, and may take place entirely within the person. In other words, the person begins to see him or herself in a non-dualistic way. This is a very important step in the process and is often represented by the person finding the other person that he or she loves most completely. Although Campbell symbolizes this step as a meeting with a goddess, unconditional love and /or self unification does not have to be represented by a woman.
3. Woman as the Temptress
At one level, this step is about those temptations that may lead the hero to abandon or stray from his or her quest, which as with the Meeting with the Goddess does not necessarily have to be represented by a woman. For Campbell, however, this step is about the revulsion that the usually male hero may feel about his own fleshy/earthy nature, and the subsequent attachment or projection of that revulsion to women. Woman is a metaphor for the physical or material temptations of life, since the hero-knight was often tempted by lust from his spiritual journey.
4. Atonement with the Father
In this step the person must confront and be initiated by whatever holds the ultimate power in his or her life. In many myths and stories this is the father, or a father figure who has life and death power. This is the center point of the journey. All the previous steps have been moving in to this place, all that follow will move out from it. Although this step is most frequently symbolized by an encounter with a male entity, it does not have to be a male; just someone or thing with incredible power. For the transformation to take place, the person as he or she has been must be "killed" so that the new self can come into being. Sometime this killing is literal, and the earthly journey for that character is either over or moves into a different realm.
5. Apotheosis
To apotheosize is to deify. When someone dies a physical death, or dies to the self to live in spirit, he or she moves beyond the pairs of opposites to a state of divine knowledge, love, compassion and bliss. This is a god-like state; the person is in heaven and beyond all strife. A more mundane way of looking at this step is that it is a period of rest, peace and fulfillment before the hero begins the return.
6. The Ultimate Boon
The ultimate boon is the achievement of the goal of the quest. It is what the person went on the journey to get. All the previous steps serve to prepare and purify the person for this step, since in many myths the boon is something transcendent like the elixir of life itself, or a plant that supplies immortality, or the holy grail.
- Joseph Campbell
The hero's journey (1) - Departure
1. The Call to Adventure
The call to adventure is the point in a person’s life when they are first given notice that everything is going to change, whether they know it or not.
2. Refusal of the Call
Often when the call is given, the future hero refuses to heed it. This may be from a sense of duty or obligation, fear, insecurity, a sense of inadequacy, or any of a range of reasons that work to hold the person in his or her current circumstances.
3. Supernatural Aid
Once the hero has committed to the quest, consciously or unconsciously, his or her guide and magical helper appears, or becomes known.
4. The Crossing of the First Threshold
This is the point where the person actually crosses into the field of adventure, leaving the known limits of his or her world and venturing into an unknown and dangerous realm where the rules and limits are not known.
5. The Belly of the Whale
The belly of the whale represents the final separation from the hero’s known world and self. It is sometimes described as the person’s lowest point, but it is actually the point when the person is between or transitioning between worlds and selves. The separation has been made, or is being made, or being fully recognized between the old world and old self and the potential for a new world/self. The experiences that will shape the new world and self will begin shortly, or may be beginning with this experience which is often symbolized by something dark, unknown and frightening. By entering this stage, the person shows their willingness to undergo a metamorphosis, to die to him or herself. "
Joseph Campbell
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Courage
Ambrose Redmoon
Saturday, October 23, 2010
The Physics of the Quest
- Eat, pray, love (Elizabeth Gilbert)
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
You will blossom
Friday, October 1, 2010
I miss you
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Play your part
- Paulo Coelho (Brida)
Monday, September 20, 2010
A deeper level of Reality...
- Judy Garland
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Why do we have to listen to our hearts?
- “But my heart is agitated,” the boy said. “It has its dreams, it gets emotional, and it’s become passionate over a woman of the desert. It asks things of me, and it keeps me from sleeping many nights, when I’m thinking about her.”
- “Well, that’s good. Your heart is alive. Keep listening to what it has to say.”
- “My heart is a traitor,” the boy said to the alchemist, when they had paused to rest the horses. “It doesn’t want me to go on.”
- “That makes sense. Naturally it’s afraid that, in pursuing your dream, you might lose everything you’ve won.”
- “Well, then, why should I listen to my heart?”
- “Because you will never again be able to keep it quiet. Even if you pretend not to have heard what it tells you, it will always be there inside you, repeating to you what you’re thinking about life and about the world.”
- “You mean I should listen, even if it’s treasonous?”
- “Treason is a blow that comes unexpectedly. If you know your heart well, it will never be able to do that to you. Because you’ll know its dreams and wishes, and will know how to deal with them.
- “My heart is afraid that it will have to suffer,” the boy told the alchemist one night as they looked up at the moonless sky.
- “Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second’s encounter with God and with eternity.”
- Paulo Coelho (The Alchemist)
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Our life lesson
This card indicates a twin-flame relationship which is the deepest form of romantic love. Once twin-flames find each other, everything in their life reaches new heights of love and light. The person you are inquiring about is your twin flame or soul-mate.
Present: Freedom (Hina)
Walk away from restrictions and be free! You have the power and the right to change your life so that you experience more freedom. Be assertive and say "no" to anyone who's overstepping boundaries with you.
Future: Fertility (Pan)
This card signifies that it's a very fertile time for you. That is an ideal time for the conception of a baby or new projects. Since everything is in its infancy stage, have patience with the growth process. Just nurture yourself and your projects so that you stay strong and fertile.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
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don Miguel Ruiz
Saturday, September 4, 2010
I could have.
But love is much like a dam: if you allow a tiny crack to form through which only a trickle of water can pass, that trickle will quickly bring down the whole structure, and soon no one will be able to control the force of the current.
Love is a trap. When it appears, we see only its light, not its shadows.
I’m going to fight for your love. There are some things in life that are worth fighting for to the end. You are worth it."
- Paulo Coelho
Communion
- Paulo Coelho
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
The man with the child in his eyes
And focus on the day that's been.
I realise he's there,
When I turn the light off and turn over.
Nobody knows about my man.
They think he's lost on some horizon.
And suddenly I find myself
Listening to a man I've never known before,
Telling me about the sea,
All his love, 'til eternity.
Ooh, he's here again,
The man with the child in his eyes.
He's very understanding,
And he's so aware of all my situations.
And when I stay up late,
He's always waiting, but I feel him hesitate.
Oh, I'm so worried about my love.
They say, "No, no, it won't last forever."
And here I am again, my girl,
Wondering what on Earth I'm doing here.
Maybe he doesn't love me.
I just took a trip on my love for him.
Ooh, he's here again,
The man with the child in his eyes.
- Kate Bush
Sometimes...
- Unknown author
To build or to plant
The builders may take year over their tasks, but one day, they finish what they're doing. Then they find they're hemmed in by their own walls. Life loses its meaning when the buil...ding stops.
Then there are those who plant. They endure storms and all the many vicissitudes of the seasons, and they rarely rest. But, unlike a building, a garden never stops growing. And while it requires the gardener's constant attention, it also allows life the gardener to be a great adventure.
Gardeners always recognize each other, because they know that in the history of each plant lies the growth of the whole world."
- Paulo Coelho
Saturday, August 21, 2010
The book of love
No one can lift the damn thing
It's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing
But I
I love it when you read to me
And you
You can read me anything
The book of love has music in it
In fact that's where music comes from
Some of it is just transcendental
Some of it is just really dumb
But I
I love it when you sing to me
And you
You can sing me anything
The book of love is long and boring
And written very long ago
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we're all too young to know
But I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
- Peter Gabriel
Friday, August 20, 2010
Come out of the closet !
"It's time for you to make your real feelings and beliefs known. This card asks you to reveal who you really are to yourself and others. This may involve a heart-to-heart discussion with a loved one or allowing other people to see your true nature. As a result of coming out of the closet, your relationships will deepen because you'll know that you're loved for who you really are.
(...)
Amaterasu is the Japanese Shinto sun goddess who was so bright and radiant that her parents sent her to Heavens, where she now shines down upon humanity. Amaterasu became upset when her brother the storm god was demolishing the planet, so she hid herself in a cave in protest, and the world grew cold and dark. (...) "
- Doreen virtue (Ascendent Masters Oracle cards)
Today i asked a question and this is the answer i received.
Now i know that you will "come out of the cave"...when you will realize the shining beauty of your true Self.
You are still You, shining through, no matter how dark the night...
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Illusion
Hoping what you need is behind every door
Each time you get hurt, I don't want you to change
Because everyone has hopes, you're human after all
The feeling sometimes, wishing you were someone else
Feeling as though you never belong
This feeling is not sadness, this feeling is not joy
I truly understand, Please, don't cry now
Please don't go, I want you to stay
I'm begging you please, please don't leave here
I don't want you to hate for all the hurt that you feel
The world is just illusion trying to change you
Please don't go, I want you to stay
I'm begging you please, please don't leave here
I don't want you to hate for all the hurt that you feel
The world is just illusion trying to change you
Being like you are
Well this is something else, who would comprehend?
But some that do, lay claim that
Divine purpose blesses them
That's not what I believe, it doesn't matter anyway
A part of your soul ties you to the next world
Or maybe to the last, I'm still not sure
What I do know is, to use the world is different
As we are to the world but, I guess you would know that...
- VNV Nation
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Do more
Do more than care: help.
Do more than believe: practice.
Do more than be fair: be kind.
Do more than forgive: forget.
Do more than dream: work.
- William Arthur Ward
Before you
Before you write, think.
Before you spend, earn.
Before you invest, investigate.
Before you criticize, wait.
Before you pray, forgive.
Before you quit, try.
Before you retire, save.
Before you die, give.
- William Arthur Ward
Friday, August 6, 2010
Killing me softly, with your kiss...
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word.
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!”
- Oscar Wilde
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
A thousand years
A thousand times a million doors to eternity
I may have lived a thousand lives, a thousand times
An endless turning stairway climbs
To a tower of souls
If it takes another thousand years, a thousand wars,
The towers rise to numberless floors in space
I could shed another million tears, a million breaths,
A million names but only one truth to face
A million roads, a million fears
A million suns, ten million years of uncertainty
I could speak a million lies, a million songs,
A million rights, a million wrongs in this balance of time
But if there was a single truth, a single light
A single thought, a singular touch of grace
Then following this single point , this single flame,
The single haunted memory of your face
I still love you
I still want you
A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves
Like galaxies in my head
I may be numberless, I may be innocent
I may know many things, I may be ignorant
Or I could ride with kings and conquer many lands
Or win this world at cards and let it slip my hands
I could be cannon food, destroyed a thousand times
Reborn as fortunes child to judge anothers crimes
Or wear this pilgrims cloak, or be a common thief
Ive kept this single faith, I have but one belief
I still love you
I still want you
A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves
Like galaxies in my head
On and on the mysteries unwind themselves
Eternities still unsaid
til you love me..."
- Sting
Books
- Carlos Ruiz Zafón (The Shadow of the Wind)
Interesting
- Idioglossia (Eleanor Bailey)
Let me put you back togeter
- "Dear John"
Homesick
- Judith Thurman
No choice is a choice
But the reality is, until you make a decision, you have nothing at all."
- Janet Fitch
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Home
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
May be surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh, I miss you, you know
And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that
Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky, I know
But I wanna go home
I’ve got to go home
Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home
And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
'Cause this was not your dream
But you always believed in me
Another winter day has come
And gone away
In even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home
And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know
Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all be all right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home
- Blake Shelton/Michael Buble
Friday, July 30, 2010
Silent lucidity
Wipe away the teardrop from your eye
You're lying safe in bed
It was all a bad dream
Spinning in your head
Your mind tricked you to feel the pain
Of someone close to you leaving the game of life
So here it is, another chance
Wide awake you face the day
Your dream is over or has it just begun?
There's a place I like to hide
A doorway that I run to in the night
Relax child, you were there
But only didn't realize it
And you were scared
It's a place where you will learn
To face your fears, retrace the tears
And ride the whims of your mind
Commanding in another world
Suddenly you hear and see
This magic new dimension
I will be watching over you
I am gonna help you see it through
I will protect you in the night
I am smiling next to you
If you open your mind for me
You won't rely on open eyes to see
The walls you built within
Oh, come tumbling down
And a new world will begin
Living twice at once you learn
You're safe from pain in the dream domain
A soul set free to fly
A round trip journey in your head
Master of illusion, can you realize
Your dream's alive, you can be the guide but
I will be watching over you
I am gonna help you see it through
I will protect you in the night
I am smiling next to you
- Queensryche
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Scoica
si inima
mi-o prind in mana. Tremurand
imi strang comoara la ureche si ascult.
Imi pare
ca tin in mani o scoica,
in care
prelung si neanteles
rasuna zvonul unei mari necunoscute.
O voi ajunge, voi ajunge
vreodat' pe malul
acelei mari, pe care azi
o simt,
dar nu o vad ? "
- Lucian Blaga
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Becoming 'Whole' before 'Two' becomes 'One'
Many people who have met their Twin Soul had experienced a “Dark Night of the Soul”, or a major spiritual transformation just prior to meeting, or upon meeting this soul. It’s almost as if you need to be “emptied out” emotionally, spiritually and mentally as a test of your spirit. Meeting your “other half” can be a magical, maddening experience that opens your perceptions. Some experience an opening of their psychic awareness as their heart expands in this unbounded and unconditional love. The fact is, your life will not be the same, and whether you perceive this as a gift or a curse is the challenge of your soul’s evolution. Twin Soul love cannot exist in a codependent, ego-based relationship, or from a perceived “need” that the other person will make you whole. Both must often face separations while they strengthen their own connection to Spirit and find their strength and purpose on their own.
Each half will find balance in their male/female, yin/yang before union. When both halves of the Soul become strong pillars on their own, have healed and resolved karmic ties in the present life, then they can unite to fulfill their Divine purpose, but the challenges do not end. There is an intensity that can be frightening when dealing with your mirror, your weaknesses and strengths magnified, unresolved issues and wounds painfully open to push you to further healing, or cause ego to run from the relationship in fear. It’s important for Twin Souls to find their greater purpose, whether it’s a task they will accomplish together, or alone, there will be work to be done.
Twin Souls are linked together throughout eternity, even when they are physically apart. No matter how far the twins are from each other, they are eternally connected to one another by a silvery/blue cord which can NEVER be severed. They are also connected to their higher selves by a similar silver cord which is attached to the crown chakra."
- Harusami
Friday, July 23, 2010
The time is close
Today and through the weekend refuse to engage your energy in any type of argument. Just agree to disagree because the other person is going to remain firmly stuck in their point of view and there won't be anything you can do to change it. So don't waste your time trying.
For those facing the "Dark Night of the Soul" know that soon you will be able to see the light at the end of the tunnel. A bit of self-focus is needed now and that doesn't mean narcissism. It means examining who you are and what you came to do and getting the map out and planning a route. Even if you don't now have a "vehicle" sitting in your driveway with which to get you were you want to go, know that one will be provided.
Let go of the need to dictate the make, model, color, and sound system and you will be pleasantly surprised."
- Dyan
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
What if the birds...
And they sing to you the love song of your heart...?
ISOLT
"The love you have shared is eternal, regardless of the situation."
Isolt was a Celtic goddess trapped in a tragic love triangle between her husband, King Mark of Cornwall and Sir Tristan, a handsome and noble Knight.
Throughout the story, Isolt was courageous in dealing with her respect for her husband and her profound love for Tristin.
The message she sends to us is to have faith that the love with your soulmate is eternal, regardless of outward appearances.
- Doreen Virtue (Goddess Oracle tarot cards)
Sunday, July 4, 2010
The Thunder Perfect Mind
I am the honored one and the scorned one.
I am the whore and the holy one.
I am the wife and the virgin
I am (the mother) and the daughter. . .
I am the silence that is incomprehensible
And the idea whose remembrance is frequent.
I am the voice whose sound is manifold
And the word whose appearance is multiple.
I am the utterance of my name. . . .
I am the hearing that is attainable to everything;
I am the speech that cannot be grasped.
I am the name of the sound
And the sound of the name.
I am the sign of the letter
and the designation of the division. . . "
- Gnostic Sophia (Nag Hammadi library)
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Narcissus and the lake
who daily knelt beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty.
He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell
into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower
was born, which was called the narcissus.
But this was not how the author of the book ended the
story.
He said that when Narcissus died, the Goddesses of the
Forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh
water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.
"Why do you weep?" the Goddesses asked.
"I weep for Narcissus," the lake replied.
"Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus," they
said, "for though we always pursued him in the forest, you
alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand."
"But..... was Narcissus beautiful?" the lake asked.
"Who better than you to know that?" the Goddesses said
in wonder, "After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each
day to contemplate himself!!"
The lake was silent for some time.
Finally it said:
"I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus
was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my
banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty
reflected."
"What a lovely story," the Alchemist thought.
- The Alchemist (Paulo Coelho)
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Paint the sky with stars
Hues of indigo arise
With them how my spirit sighs
Paint the sky with stars
Only night will ever know
Why the heavens never show
All the dreams there are to know
Paint the sky with stars
Who has paced the midnight sky?
So a spirit has to fly
As the heavens seem so far
Now who will paint the midnight star?
Night has brought to those who sleep
Only dreams they cannot keep
I have legends in the deep
Paint the sky with stars
Who has paced the midnight sky?
So a spirit has to fly
As the heavens seem so far
Now who will paint the midnight star?
Place a name upon the night
One to set your heart alight
And to make the darkness bright
Paint the sky with stars.
- Enya
Friday, June 18, 2010
Ten of wands
"Never lose touch with your true hopes or decline to carry the full weight of the commitment you have made to your dreams. There is a special quality to the 10 of Wands, a singleness of purpose that only those who truly believe can know. The most important answer here is the one that concerns your sense of devotion and willingness to endure ~ to attain a personal goal by not giving up on the spiritual desire to really go all the way to the heart of your feelings and earn the kind of personal respect you know you deserve, a sort of validation for your sense of the meaning and value of love.
In the realm of emotions there is no clear way to speak of love as beginning or ending ~ when it is there, and you know you have found it, what does it matter if sometimes it comes a bit closer or when it seems that it goes a little way off just a bit too far? Give to yourself the very thing that you cannot ask of another ~ absolute unconditional love, and then take forward the wondrous burden with no purpose other than to show that what is and has been shall always be love."
Aeclectic
Sunday, June 13, 2010
You are so beautiful
- James Redfiled (The 11th insight)
Saturday, June 12, 2010
A friend
- Danish proverb
To keep in mind
(1) If you tell it like it is, which you should, there are some that just won't get it because they don't want to get it and they are content in seeing whatever it is through their own perspectives. Say your truth and move forward, unencumbered by the perceptions of anyone else. Certainly you have enough of your own luggage. Choose wisely as to what goes or stays. Be willing to travel lightly.
And (2) move forward we must. So move forward, not alone, but with faith. Move forward even if you don't know where you're going to end up. Just move forward. Have enough faith to go on the journey even if it seems that you don't know a darn thing about anything, and life as you once knew it now has a whole different perspective. Just move forward, and when you see faith standing out there on the side of the road, pick it up and give it a ride. Sometimes, along with the "hope" that we probably can dig out from somewhere in our glove compartment, it's all we have, and guess what? It makes the best traveling companion."
- Dyan
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
...fara Dragoste
Responsabilitatea fără Dragoste îl face pre om obraznic.
Dreptatea fără Dragoste îl face pre om aspru.
Adevărul fără Dragoste îl face pre om criticant.
Educaţia fără Dragoste îl face pre om cu două feţe.
Mintea fără Dragoste îl face pre om viclean.
Amabilitatea fără Dragoste îl face pre om făţarnic.
Respectarea oarbă a ordinii îl face pre om cicălitor.
Priceperea fără Dragoste îl face pre om îndărătnic.
Puterea fără Dragoste îl face pre om asupritor.
Onoarea fără Dragoste îl face pre om trufaş.
Bogăţia fără Dragoste îl face pre om lacom.
Credinţa fără Dragoste îl face pre om fanatic."
- Sf. Pavel
Friday, June 4, 2010
What is love ?
- “What is it we fear?”
- “Love,” said the Master.
- Anthony di Mello
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Rhiannon
And wouldn't you love to love her
She rules her life like a bird in flight
And who will be her lover...
All your life you've never seen
A woman - taken by the wind
Would you stay if she promised you heaven
Will you ever win...
She is like a cat in the dark
And then she is the darkness
She rules her life like a fine skylark-
And when the sky is starless-
All your life you've never seen-
A woman - taken by the wind
Would you stay if she promised you heaven
Will you ever win...
Dreams unwind.
Love's a state of mind.
- Rhiannon (Stevie Nick)
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Soul contracts
Thank you for honouring your contracts with me.
Thank you for allowing me manifest Love, Forgiveness, Hope, Wisdom, Passion, Enthusiasm, Sadness, Joy, Creativity, Playfulness, Dreaming, Waiting, Enjoying, Adoring, Dissapointment, Fantasy, Dancing, Singing, Smiling, Crying, Happyness...
Thank you for giving me opportunity to manifest and experience LIFE at its fullest !
Starting now i release you and myself from any contracts that may bound our souls.
Let's enjoy Life contract-FREE !
Monday, May 31, 2010
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
What dreams may come
(...)
Sometimes, when you lose, you win."
- 'What dreams may come' (the movie)
Friday, May 21, 2010
Sunday, May 16, 2010
We are not
We are spiritual beings having a human experience.
- Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Rainbow Tribe
Over the whole earth they came,
The people of every colour,
Sister, Brother, Father, Mother
Traveling over many a land
People of the Rainbow
Children of the Way,
with a fresh glow
Finding their way
Star within...
More and more joined,
a song for the soul...
A new way to live,
A new way to see,
It happened this way...
And a new song,
It came from within
If you can find the Star,
Within then you will find...
What is... What was...
And what will be... you see,
It happened this way...
from within,
The people of the Way
The Rainbow Tribe...
- Author Unknown
Walk on a rainbow trail
and all about you will be beauty.
There is a way out of every dark mist,
over a rainbow trail.
- Navajo song
Friday, May 7, 2010
I seem to
- Rabindranath Tagore
This song of mine
my child, like the fond arms of love.
The song of mine will touch your forehead
like a kiss of blessing.
When you are alone it will sit by your side and
whisper in your ear, when you are in the crowd
it will fence you about with aloofness.
My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams,
it will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown.
It will be like the faithful star overhead
when dark night is over your road.
My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes,
and will carry your sight into the heart of things.
And when my voice is silenced in death,
my song will speak in your living heart.
- Rabindranath Tagore
Oh, Great Spirit
and whose breath gives life to all the world, hear me.
I am small and weak.
I need your strength and wisdom.
Let me walk in beauty and make my eyes
ever behold the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things you have made
and my ears sharp to hear your voice.
Make me wise so that I may understand
the things you have taught my people.
Let me learn the lessons you have hidden
in every leaf and rock.
I seek strength, not to be superior to my brother,
but to fight my greatest enemy - myself.
Make me always ready to come to you
with clean hands and straight eyes,
so when life fades, as the fading sunset,
my spirit will come to you
without shame.
-- Lakota - Chief Yellow Lark - 1887
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Romanul trandafirului
Nu sunt decât fabule şi minciuni.
Dar poţi să visezi aşa un vis,
Care cu siguranţă să nu fie minciună
Şi mai apoi să se arate adevărat.
Clară este dovada
Adusă de celebra viziune
Arătată regelui Scipio
Despre care a scris Macrobiu
Pentru că în vise binevoia să creadă.
Mai mult, dacă cineva crede sau spune,
Că e o prostie sau o nebunie
Să crezi că ele se realizează,
Atunci aceia nebun să mă numească;
Căci eu sincer cred
Că un vis este un avertisment
Al bunelor şi relelor ce ne aşteaptă;
Şi mulţi, visând, pretind
Că noaptea lucrurile sunt confuze
Şi doar apoi limpezi se văd.
- Guillaume de Lorris şi Jean de Meung
Chemycal wedding
Today – today – today
Is the wedding of the King.
If you are born for this,
Chosen by God for joy,
You may ascend the mount
Whereon three temples stand
And see the Thing yourself.
Take heed,
Observe yourself!
If you’re not clean enough,
The wedding can work ill.
Perjure here at your peril;
He who is light, beware!
- Christian Rosenkreutz
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Desiderata
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.
- Max Ehrmann
Something beautiful
May you know the truth inside you from the start
May you find the strength to know that you are a
Part of something beautiful...
And I thought that I saw, a light Shine, I thought that I saw a light shine
Yes, I thought, that I saw, a light Shine; I think I see a light shine, now...
- Alexi Murdoch
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Today i received the Oscar !
Well, guess what ! Today i received the Oscar :)
On Facebook - opening the Lifebox ;))
Isn't that cool ??? :))
Monday, April 26, 2010
Only time
Where the day flows, only time?
And who can say if your love grows,
As your hearth chose, only time?
Who can say why your heart sights,
As your live flies, only time?
And who can say why your heart cries
when your love lies, only time?
Who can say when the roads meet,
That love might be ,in your heart?
and who can say when the day sleeps,
and the night keeps all your heart?
Night keeps all your heart.....
Who can say if your love groves,
As your heart chose, only time?
And who can say where the road goes
Where the day flows, only time?
Who knows? Only time
Who knows? Only time
- Enya
Friday, April 16, 2010
Believe me
Which I gaze on so fondly to-day
Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms,
Like fairy-gifts fading away,
Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will,
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still.
It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
And they cheeks unprofaned by a tear,
That the fervor and faith of a soul can be known,
To which time will but make thee more dear;
No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets,
The same look which she turned when he rose.
- Thomas Moore
Longing to be with Thee
- Thomas More
Thursday, April 15, 2010
I'm a swan - a black one
"This card indicates a twin-flame relationship which is the deepest form of romantic love. To form such a partnership, you must follow your inner guidance, learn personal-growth lessons, and have patience with Divine timing. Once twin flames find each other, everything in their life reaches new heights of love and light.
Additional meanings for this car:
The person that you're enquiring about is your soul mate or twin flame * You will soon be with your twin flame * Keep your heart open, stay positive, and follow your guidance to manifest prayers about your life.
Aengus is a Celtic god who helps soul mates and twin flames meet and enjoy harmonious relationships. (A twin flame is an even closer and more eternal version of a soul-mate relationship.) He helps lovers resolve arguments with his magical harp music and healing kisses. When Aengus first saw a beautiful maiden named Caer, he fell deeply in love. Aengus followed Caer until he found her bound to swans by silver chains. Aengus transformed himself into a swan so that he'd be forever bound to his twin flame. Call upon Aengus to meet your soul mate or twin flame, and to resolve quarrels in love relationships."
- Ascendent Masters Oracle cards (Doreen Virtue)
Monday, April 12, 2010
My heart was home again
And camels sail like wooden ships like women on the strand
There's sand on Second Avenue
And the wind blows like a train
Taxis line uplike a string of pearls around the block again
And I remembered everything and every window pane
Every word came back to me the way it used to be
Then I saw your face across the street and my heart was home again
There's a bus that leaves at eight fifteen and another one at ten
Should I climb aboard risk everything and ride it to the end
Watch the hills like roller coasters up against the sky
And wish that you were here by me so close that I could die
You said love wrecks everything and none of us survive
So I got over you last night and I am still alive
Then I saw your face across the street and my heart was home again
And I remembered everything and every window pane
Every word came back to me the way it used to be
And then I saw your face across the street and my heart was home again.
- Josh Groban
You raise me up
When troubles come and my heart burdened be;
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,
Until you come and sit awhile with me.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up... To more than I can be.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up... To more than I can be.
There is no life - no life without its hunger;
Each restless heart beats so imperfectly;
But when you come and I am filled with wonder,
Sometimes, I think I glimpse eternity.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up... To more than I can be.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up... To more than I can be.
You raise me up... To more than I can be.
You are still you
I can see your light
And you will always shine
And I can feel your heart in mine
Your face I've memorized
I idolize just you
I look up to
everything you are
In my eyes you do no wrong
I've loved you for so long
And after all is said and done
You're still you
After all, you're still you
You walk past me
I can feel your pain
Time changes everything
One truth always stays the same
You're still you
After all, you're still you
I look up to
Everything you are
In my eyes you do no wrong
And I believe in you
Although you never asked me to
I will remember you
And what life put you through
And in this cruel and lonely world
I found one love
You're still you
After all, you're still you
(lyrics by Linda Thompson )
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Twin Flame decree
- Soul Mates and Twin Flames (Elizabeth Clare Prophet)
Axioma of Maria
- Mary the Jewess
Temperance
An angelic being has descended to the topmost part of a high mountain, from a raised arm holding an urn into which flows, along an inverted parabolic curve, distilled liquid that also flows onto the Earth from the open beak of an alembic.
In her or his right hand (ie, on the left of the card) she or he holds riding reins.
Symbolism
For a long time now I have considered this card to be vitally important as principal depiction of the Alchemical process within the deck. One of the early depictions very similar to Temperance (yet unrelated tot he virtue) is of Mary (Miriam) the Jewess, an important early alchemist and supposed inventor of various alchemical implements, holding aloft in one hand a vessel, from which pours liquid into another at her feet.
This feminine aspect, as both early alchemist but also of the mixing-of-the-waters of life, and the 'alchemical' transformation of juice to wine, and thence its further distillation to alcohol, seemed to me to be central. At the same time, there is then the process of tempering the effects of the distilled spirit by adding to it water.
Here, then, are the waters of Life distilled and remixed in an ongoing process of dual movement.
Some early depictions of Temperance, as a virtue, used the symbol of reins rather than of water-and-wine vessels. This aspect of 'reining' in one's passions, of taking hold of one's inner horses, seemed to also be an important concept that has been somewhat dropped (perhaps aptly) in Tarot's development.
At her foot is another alchemical symbol par excellence: the lit athanor, within whose flames stand the spirits of fire, sacrificed as pelicans for its own offsprings of flame, re-kindling the life of the phœnix, distilling the liquid to pour out its spirit via the open beak of the alembic (the etymological root of 'alembic' is from the Greek 'ambix' meaning 'cup').
Temperance in Greek is Sophrosyne (σωφροσúνη), and even before becoming one of the cardinal virtues is used to describe a person of clear and balanced thought (and mind) who acts in total accordance of his or her individual and specific nature. Thus, a temperate ruler is one who, amongst other things, exercises rulership. A temperate individual is one who acts in accord with his or her essential being.
More than other virtues, temperance can be seen to emerge when there is appropriate coming together of love and reason. More than any other virtue, then, it seems to depict that ultimate reach of humanity's quest for inner integration and balanced outer expression.
Card Meaning
I normally pair each Atouts according to their Roman numerals, and therefore see a close rapport between this and Atout IIII - the Emperor (who also has important alchemical symbolic references). The higher numbered card may be seen, according to this pairing, as the inner aspect that is play.
The card in a reading may indicate that an appropriate mixing of ingredients pertinent to the situation at hand is either taking place, or is at this time needed. It may also be an indication that what is called for is that the individual is called upon to be him or herself!
- Aeclectic
Saturday, April 10, 2010
My life according to Depeche Mode
Pick your Artist:
Depeche Mode
Are you a male or female:
"Happiest girl"
Describe yourself:
"Sweetest perfection"
How do you feel:
"Precious"
Describe where you currently live:
"Behind the wheel"
If you could go anywhere, where would you go?
"My secret garden"
Your favorite form of transportation?
"Dream on"
Your best friend?
"Personal Jesus"
You and your best friend are:
"Judas"
What's the weather like:
"Shine"
Favorite time of day:
"Waiting for the night"
If your life was a TV show what would it be called?
"The Sun and the Rainfall"
What is life to you:
"Love in itself"
Your relationship:
"Freelove"
Your fear:
"Lie to me"
What is the best advice you have to give:
"Nothing to fear"
Thought for the Day:
"I feel loved"
My motto:
"Enjoy the silence"
There's an angel on your shoulder
She watches over you day and night
And keeps you in her care.
There's an angel on your shoulder
Watching you learn and grow
Keeping you safe from danger
And nurturing your soul.
She'll be there through your triumphs
She'll dance on clouds with pride,
She'll hold your hands through
disappointments and fears,
Standing faithfully by your side.
In her lifetime this angel was strong and true,
And stood up for what was right.
In your life you'll be faced with decisions and trials
And she'll shine down her guiding light.
Life holds so much in store for you,
So remember as you grow older,
There are no heights you cannot reach
'Cause there's an angel on your shoulder."
-
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Come fly with me
If you can use some exotic booze
There's a bar in far Bombay
Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away
Come fly with me, let's float down to Peru
In llama land there's a one-man band
And he'll toot his flute for you
Come fly with me, let's take off in the blue
Once I get you up there where the air is rarified
We'll just glide, starry-eyed
Once I get you up there I'll be holding you so near
You may hear angels cheer 'cause we're together
Weather-wise it's such a lovely day
You just say the words and we'll beat the birds
Down to Acapulco Bay
It's perfect for a flying honeymoon, they say
Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away
Once I get you up there where the air is rarified
We'll just glide, starry-eyed
Once I get you up there I'll be holding you so near
You may hear angels cheer 'cause we're together
- Frank Sinatra (Songwriters: Cahn, Sammy;Van Heusen,Jimmy)
This is a man's world...
But it wouldn't be nothing, nothing without a woman or a girl
You see, man made the cars to take us over the road
Man made the trains to carry heavy loads
Man made electric light to take us out of the dark
Man made the boat for the water, like Noah made the ark
This is a man's, a man's, a man's world
But it wouldn't be nothing, nothing without a woman or a girl
Man thinks about a little baby girls and a baby boys
Man makes then happy 'cause man makes them toys
And after man has made everything, everything he can
You know that man makes money to buy from other man
This is a man's world
But it wouldn't be nothing, nothing without a woman or a girl
He's lost in the wilderness
He's lost in bitterness
..............
- James Brown & Luciano Pavarotti
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
3 answers
Symbolism
Light and dark, red and gold, male and female, cup and wand, blood and lymph - all these dualities suggested by the arum lily against its dark and light background contrast and play against each other. Instead of showing opposition, their interplay lets emerge the essential unity that we can reach when we accept duality and the opposites inside ourselves and the world around us. Duality and the passage from one state to another are the ingredients of change and growth, and balancing them allows us to enter into the flow of change with trust.
Two of cups
Symbolism
This card of two people looking into each other's eyes is one of the easiest to read - it is recognition of love, of a friend or soul mate. It predicts that you will find someone who 'knows' you, and you, in turn, will 'know' them. It is a very Romeo & Juliet card. So, there is the direction for that swelling of emotion within you, toward this other person.
The Tower
Card meaning
As the Fool leaves the throne of the Goat God, he comes upon a Tower, fantastic, magnificent, and familiar. In fact, The Fool, himself, helped build this Tower back when the most important thing to him was making his mark on the world and proving himself better than other men. Inside the Tower, at the top, arrogant men still live, convinced of their rightness. Seeing the Tower again, the Fool feels as if lightning has just flashed across his mind; he thought he'd left that old self behind when he started on this spiritual journey. But he realizes now that he hasn't. He's been seeing himself, like the Tower, like the men inside, as alone and singular and superior, when in fact, he is no such thing. So captured is he by the shock of this insight, that he opens his mouth and releases a SHOUT! And to his astonishment and terror, as if the shout has taken form, a bolt of actual lightning slashes down from the heavens, striking the Tower and sending its residents leaping out into the waters below.
In a moment, it is over. The Tower is rubble, only rocks remaining. Stunned and shaken to the core, the Fool experiences grief, profound fear and disbelief. But also, a strange clarity of vision, as if his inner eye has finally opened. He tore down his resistance to change and sacrifice (Hanged man), then broke free of his fear and preconceptions of death (Death); he dissolved his belief that opposites cannot be merged (Temperance) and shattered the chains of ambition and desire (The Devil). But here and now, he has done what was hardest: destroyed the lies he held about himself. What's left is the bare, absolute truth. On this he can rebuild his soul.
- Aeclectic
Monday, March 29, 2010
Jophiel and Christine
Yellow ray
" Archangel Jophiel and Archeia Christine bring down the wisdom from the Godhead. They direct the yellow ray. This ray anchored in the crown chakra at the top of the head. The second ray beams forth to earth most strongly on Sunday. The Archangel and Archeia of the yellow ray focus their presence in their retreat above the Great Wall of China near Lanchow.
Angels and saints in history, art, and literature are pictured with a gold halo encircling their head. Even stalwart Christians recognize the yellow ray of wisdom through depiction of this golden halo. The Hindus recognized the crown chakra as a divine yellow seat of God's wisdom and illumination. Through this chakra we are inspired with higher knowledge and tap into the mind of God.
There is not much written in traditional lore about Archangel Jophiel. He is known as the angel of beauty, for his name in Hebrew translates to "beauty of God." It is generally believed that Jophiel drove Adam and Eve from the Garden of Eden. Not surprisingly, Jophiel guarded the Tree of Knowledge, which played a crucial role in their expulsion from paradise. The metaphor for the beginning of the separation of man's thought from the divine was when Eve tasted the fruit of knowledge, thus breaking the "at-one-ment" with God.
When Eve bit into the apple she began to perceive both evil and good. The introduction of evil led mankind to forget what absolute truth was. Everything would become relative, and man could no longer distinguish absolute goodness from the good that is only good in comparison to evil.
So the mission of these twin flames is to illuminate mankind with understanding of the teachings of Christ, Mohammed, and all the other prophets and angels. The flames represent the phrase "I AM Light," which is a feeling that descends upon enlightened souls. Jesus said, "I am the way, the truth, and the light." In other words, he is saying "the wisdom that I bring you is God's wisdom and I bring it to you to use in your life."
Whenever there is a spark of inspiration toward spiritual growth, the angels of illumination are brought in to magnetize that fusion.
Christine, Jophiel's divine complement, acts as the shrine for wisdom. As the feminine complement of wisdom, she represents constancy, that which is steadfast and changeless. Often someone who is so lost in thought cannot focus long enough to translate all his or her great ideas into material creation. This person needs the balance of constancy. Many intellectuals need the energies of Christine to make them practical. "
- Angels of Love and Light (Linn Fisher)
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Two of Swords
Two swords, crossed, have been thrust point down into the grass of a green meadow. A blue flower has grown over and around them, binding them together with it's viney stem. A white dove flies in the blue sky and mountains rise on the horizon.
Symbolism
In the system that underlies the tarot the suit of swords is usually related to the element of air, denoting the active process of the intellect. The number two is the first even number, symbolic of duality. The singularity of one is no longer alone. Two is the ying and the yang, the male and the female, the sacred marriage whoes product is the three.
Qabbalistically the two relates to Chokmah, the second sphere on the tree of life, and in this context the twos can be seen as the first true manifestation of each element. In the suit of swords this first manifestation is peace. The mind is at rest, ready to act when action becomes necessary, poised in an infinite momment of calm.
The crossed swords thrust upright into the grass, perfectly balanced in their symmetry, symbolise the idea of peace, of balance and of harmony. The men or women that might wield these swords appear to have forsaken them, leaving them standing for so long that a blue flower has grown over them, binding them together. The war is over, or it has not yet begun, peace has been made and hostilities have been averted, for the present at least.
The blue flower is a lesser periwinkle, a plant whoes medicinal properties include lowering blood pressure and staunching bleeding. Both of these properties tie into the idea of peace, as does the white dove that flies above them in the calm sky. Yet at any time the swords may be drawn free of the ground, the plant cut back by the withdrawing blades. The swords have not been abandoned, they have been left in readiness. The mind, assaulted by thoughts is rarely and briefly at peace.
The crossed position of the swords also creates the impression of a barrier, as do the mountains in the distance. This indicates that the mind can be imprisoned by it's thoughts, unable to move either forward or back. It is constrained until, achieving that momment of perfect peace and clarity, can soar as free as the bird in the sky.
Card Meaning
Peace, balance and harmony. Clarity of thought and of mind. That momment of perfect stillness when all becomes clear. The calm before the storm. Friendship between enemies.
- Aeclectic
Friday, March 26, 2010
Everything speaks, including nothing
- Dyan
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Despre inimi
Într-o zi însă, un bătrân s-a abătut prin acele locuri şi a văzut mulţime mare. S-a dus şi el să vadă de ce atâta zarvă. Când a ajuns în dreptul tânărului cu inima frumoasă, mulţimea s-a dat câţiva paşi în spate, apoi a început să râdă şi să-l arate cu degetul. Râdeau şi se ţineau cu mâinile de burtă. Râdeau de inima bătrânului. O inimă chircită, ciobită, cu răni adânci, cusută ici şi colo. Unlele cioburi abia dacă se mai ţineau şi stăteau să cadă. Urâtă inimă avea bătrânul. Ce diferenţă cruntă era între cei doi.
Tânărul şi-a mângâiat inima frumoasă cu mânile-amândouă.
Bătrânul şi-a mângâiat inima ciobită cu mâini obosite, apoi a spus: „Ce inimă frumoasă are tânărul acesta! Dar n-aş schimba-o niciodată cu a lui pentru că el n-a iubit“.
Mulţimea a început să murmure. Îl credea nebun. Cine n-ar fi vrut o inimă atât de frumoasă în schimbul uneia atât de urâte!
„Cândva am iubit mult şi-am fost fericit“, a spus bătrânul mai mult pentru el. „Şi pentru că am iubit prea mult inima mea s-a rupt în două. Dar după un timp, am adunat cioburile şi le-am lipit la loc. Am iubit iar şi am fost iar fericit. Dar inima mea s-a rupt din nou şi din nou... Am tot strâns cioburi şi le-am tot lipit. Mereu şi mereu. Şi de se-ntâmplă să mai cadă cioburi, le adun, le şterg de praf şi le păstrez...“, a spus bătrânul aplecându-se şi culegând un ciob de inimă de la picioarele mulţimii. „Da da. Am iubit!“ a mai spus bătrânul îndepărtându-se.
Oamenii au rămas pe gânduri şi în timp ce bătrânul se pierdea în zare, au spus: „Ce inimă frumoasă avea bătrânul...“ Apoi au plecat şi ei, rând pe rând, şi l-au lăsat singur pe tânărul cu inima lui preafrumoasă.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
Seigneur...
Là où est la haine, que je mette l'amour.
Là où est l'offense, que je mette le pardon.
Là où est la discorde, que je mette l'union.
Là où est l'erreur, que je mette la vérité.
Là où est le doute, que je mette la foi.
Là où est le désespoir, que je mette l'espérance.
Là où sont les ténèbres, que je mette la lumière.
Là où est la tristesse, que je mette la joie.
O Seigneur, que je ne cherche pas tant à
être consolé qu'à consoler,
à être compris qu'à comprendre,
à être aimé qu'à aimer.
Car c'est en se donnant qu'on reçoit,
c'est en s'oubliant qu'on se retrouve,
c'est en pardonnant qu'on est pardonné,
c'est en mourant qu'on ressuscite à l'éternelle vie."
- St. Francis D'Assissi
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
Naming the beloved
He thinks of the name Sophia, knowing that it means divine wisdom, and has the vague sense that Christian mystics may have used this name for their animas. But he realizes that Sophia is far too formal a name for his Inner Beloved, who is very vivacious and playful, so he calls her Sophie. "
- The Inner Beloved (David J. Wilson)
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Wise Ones
Wise ones are believed to be reincarnated witches, wizards, sorcerers, priestesses and shamans. They are often intense, with long, dark hair and "old" eyes. They may be eccentric and favor romantic clothing such as robes and gowns. Wise ones are most contented when they have rekindled their old crafts, such as magic, tarot, crystal healing, shamanism or herbalism.
Wise ones make excellent leaders and prefer self-employment to employment. Spiritual teaching, card reading, astrology and herbalism are ideal career paths.
•Are highly opinionated in a helpful way.
•Are fascinated with the ancient esoteric cultures of Egypt, Greece, Atlantis, or Mayan.
•Enjoy or have studied shamanism, astrology, wicca, alchemy kabbalistic healing or other ancient systems of healing and information.
•Are good at manifesting, intuition and healing.
•Have an aversion to the times of the Inquisition and witch burning
•Have an affinity for the elemental world.
•Are solemn, and serious.
•Are highly sensitive to moon phases.
- from Doreen Virtue's book 'Realms of the Earth Angels'
She's
and deep lung air,
the space between heartbeats,
and dreamless seconds. She’s
gravity and bent light, years of inescapable
regret. She’s a bruised tattoo and a muffled note
sounding sad negation, baby skin, and
straight flush vertigo; queen high,
aphasia, and too much wine.
The beginning’s whispered word and
insomnia. She’s finish line sweat
and denied kisses, dew wet roses and ropes
bathed in starlight. She’s candle wax and
burnt offerings, a razor wrist, the atom split,
lightning dance and a tear of joy. She’s a child
tickled too long and quivering lip.
She’s dragon chasing
smoke raised in prayer, a C4 bunny,
three to a match and a bullet;
to whom it may concern, sucking
chest wound heartbreak. She’s
crime in a $4 T-shirt and yesterday’s
shorts. She’s her smile and walk,
cricket comfort and lumbering grace,
electrochemical shock therapy. She’s
the fast right hand captured in unnatural acts.
She’s unclean thoughts, and repentance,
salvation offered only in darkness. She’s
the better half of a timeless equation, π
factored past infinity, an easy answer
to an impossible problem. She’s unknown
and unknowable, an unopened gift
gathering dust, another man’s name on the tag.”
- Christopher L Jorgensen