December 2010
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Sick one, Elecrim.
My lift into Coolangatta to watch the NYE fireworks is playing WoW.
Georgia O'Keefe
I have heard your paintings of flowers described as encapsulating the beauty of the sensuous folds of the petals, but all I see are colourful vaginas.
I had a dream about a week ago.
She had a tattoo that covered her torso. It depicted a forest and between the many trees were characters, people and events from her past. One might say that they were her skeletons in the closet, but there they were on display for the world to see.
She approached me and as we became closer I knew that one day, I’d be nothing more than half hidden between those trees. And when she came up...
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Does Etsy give refunds?
fyeahspace/fyeahetsy →
NASA and Etsy work together on this one :D
Lookit!
I’m into the double digits of followers! This is a tremendous occasion!
One more thing!
And since I believe I’ll be in either Queenstown or Christchurch airport for Christmas, may I wish you all a very merry Christmas!
Off to the South Island!
Tomorrow I leave for New Zealand with my family (my dad is convinced it will be our last holiday all together as a family) and I won’t be able to post a page of ‘Ano ‘Ano each day! I’m sure all 8 of my followers have been reading them avidly. I’m kind of doing it as a good way to read it again, I like the message in it, although I will admit typing some of them feel a...
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Children do not remain children forever, but move through various stages towards maturity.
And so it is with consciousness. We outgrow people, places and things as we unfold. We shed the old self to make way for the new self to be born. There is no death, but a constant cycle of rebirth…An endless chain as we grow towards spiritual perfection.
We are all children of the one father.
The same essence of life dwells in all of us…to protect and nourish; to heal and to guide.
If we turn to it and trust it, we will not be turned away.
Once you find this presence you will rest secure.
You can then be a father to someone else.
Spirit alone is immortal.
Man is made up of ideas…and ideas will guide his life. The physical body is lent to us so that spirit may come into contact with matter.
Neither worship that body nor neglect it…but respect the instrument you have been given to pursue this earthly life.
WatchListen to all of it. ALL of it.
WatchListen to all of it. ALL of it.
And listening…listening they came to rely on its judgement. They made fewer mistakes as closing their eyes, ignoring appearance, they “saw” with that voice within and learned to trust it, as it was the nearest the came to hearing the voice of God.
thats-gold asked: this isn't a question, but merely a statement,
your page is quite intriguing. :)
your page is quite intriguing. :)
thats-gold asked: this isn't a question, but merely a statement,
your page is quite intriguing. :)
your page is quite intriguing. :)
Foiled again!
Perhaps it would have been easier to make a second blog rather than make two accounts…
Anywho:
leoandbeyond.tumblr.com
“It is then that you will hear a voice within yourself. It was there all the time, but you never listened before. Faintly it will speak to you at first, but it will gradually grow louder and clearer the more you take heed of its message until one day it thunders inside you and you will have come home.”
The old ones went on to explain the meaning of life itself…and they gave the listeners hope.
“We are not here for nothing,” they said. “Life is not just a bad joke. Suffering unlocks the door to many answers and fire purifies. If you look back and examine some pain of the past, you will see that it taught you so much that no other teacher could…
Only when wounded do...
“And when the paralyzing ache of despair engulfs you, and you reel shakenfrom the blows that life deals you, and you scream out, demanding to know what you’ve done to deserve it…
And when you know that you can’t take any more but it strikes you again, harder this time, from another side, and you are just hanging on by a thread until you feel yourself curl inward and die a...
“Know that there is a path to a higher consciousness within ourselves…
and you alone are the keeper of that path…a path that can be blocked by the events of life.
Make amends for the wrong you have done to others and rid yourselves of guilt. Free yourself from feelings of injustice…and injustice will no longer stalk you.
Your suffering is only caused by your thoughts.
...
“We all live many lives.
Even during our present span of days and nights…we may act out many roles.
We have all been all things, so never condemn another for what he may be.
Our circumstances may change…problems are presented…and complexes long buried may rise to the surface of the mind. Some are hangovers from an endless past of struggles for survival.”
“We are all on a spiral path.
No growth takes place in a straight line.
There will be setbacks along the way…
There will be shadows, but they will be balanced by patches of light and fountains of joy as we grow and progress.
Awareness of the pattern is all you need to sustain you along the way…”
“You were never born,” they were told. “You can never die, so you were never born. Know that you ARE. Life is an endless chain of experiences as we grow spiritually back towards our source. Take charge of your consciousness.
Sowing and reaping is all you need to practice. Plant well your good seeds and pluck up the bad.”
m0rtar asked: Ahah, i've never tried to delete a post reply :/ i'll ignore what you said ;)
“And what of life? Why are we here at all?” they asked.
And the old ones answered, too simply, that life is a series of lessons to be learned.
“But why all the suffering that haunts us throughout our years?” they questioned.
“We didn’t ask to be born. Why must we pay such a price for this consciousness?”
Ageless coconut palms guarded the seeker’s tryst against a backdrop of dark lofty mountains, scanned by a golden sickle of moon silently gleaming…
Androgynous in the shadows, they waited without faces or names, cooled by the scented leaves that brushed against them.
Three of the older ones rested with their bodies stretched out face down so they could smell the damp earth.
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'Ano 'Ano The Seed
My mother recently gave me a bundle of papers stapled together with the front page declaring the collection to be called ”Ano ‘Ano The Seed’. She said it was given to her a number of years ago by an old friend. I’m not sure who wrote it or when it was written, though I did some googling and it seems it was written in the 1970’s, but based on something of the ancient...
m0rtar asked: You'll get the hang of tumblr eventually :):)
THE SHADOW BIOSPHERE IS COMING! Oh no, it's just... →
November 2010
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On the matter of Ms. Lawrence
I am beginning to regret following you. My feed is clogged with pictures of happiness, beaches and sunshine. Not that I don’t like those things, I suppose I just don’t feel as compelled as you to find pictures of them. I would appreciated it if you stopped.
lol jks! As you were! :D
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