In This Era of technology, in this atomic age, the values have changed.
We have learned that we are the guests of existence, travelers between two stations.
We must discover security within ourselves.
I see so many people looking for approval by how many likes they have on their daily social media posts.
Hoping that maybe today they can feel secure within their skin, they are putting their security in others.
During our short span of life we must find our own insights into our relationships with the existence in which we participate so briefly.
Otherwise we cannot live.
This means, as I see it, a departure from the materialistic view of the 20th century.
It means reawakening of the spiritual world, of our inner life of religion.
I don’t mean religion as a dogma or as a church, but as a vital feeling.
Accept others just as they are. Most of all, Accept yourself …… for you, hold the whole world within you.
Be great in all that You are!
Jesus said it best….Luke 9:48 ~The Message
“You become great by accepting, not asserting. Your spirit, not your size, makes the difference.”
“To be alone with silence is to be alone with God” ~Samuel Miler Hageman
Something that is enjoyed!
Usually the senses bring in so much sight, sound and other things to us that they occupy most of our time.
But to sit in silence now and then, with the outside world withheld, means to cut all this off and free the mind so that it can become itself.
I’ve been asked, “You just sit and think?”
Well…, No,….not exactly,
Thinking involves words which are echos of sound from memories deep within.
I am meaning,… detaching the mind from all the outside activity so that in senses there is nothing there but itself.
There is a great amount of power in this kind of silence.
Trying to describe it would be pointless since we each have our own interpretation of this state of being.. My answer would be to try it yourself.
So much time and energy are being wasted when we allow the echos of the outside world to invade our inner silence.
The word meditation in my opinion is a middle state of being.
Kinda alike a cruise control for the mind. Once you know you’re safe in a lane which is wanted you allow yourself to switch on the cruise control, the same is done when you want the silence of mind.
In this space you can and will find yourself.
Safely tucked away waiting to be rediscovered by you.
The silence is Yourself in the most pure form of Just…., Being.
Learn who you truly are, beyond all the noise, quiet the consciousness which is forever yourself.
The only way to know the peace this brings is to try it yourself.
Much Love and Peace !!!
I’ve been pondering over the many years of research I have done and why I am still lagging on putting the information in a recognizable order. It would seem as if I am making it harder on myself than it truly needs to be. Why? Self sabotage has kinda been a hinderance in my life. When ever I am really good at something I tend to cause a wrinkle for myself. Am I scared of losing what I am so good-by the hand of someone else…maybe. Or am I chicken shit? hmmm also maybe. As I look at my bookshelf filled with notebooks of my notes and what would seem useless to anyone other than me, holds true gold. Knowledge of me finding myself within a digital age. Years where I didn’t leave the house because I was trying to cypher the inner workings of a passage that caught my eye…. I think I enjoy the Quest itself. Maybe the reason why I am unable or unwilling to write out what I know is fear of someone saying my quest was a waste of time. Thinking this truly hurts my heart. As it would any artist, musician, or author. This is a SHITTY feeling. Wow…. I don’t want to be scared of someone not understanding or not believing what I create. I want to be bold and unashamed of the ideas and thoughts that are constantly rushing through my veins. Thats when I read this passage from Elbert Hubbard’s Scrapbook. He brought me back to a place where for a moment i dont feel so alone.
Keats’ dream of ” a very pleasant life.”
” I had an idea that a Man might pass a very pleasant life in this manner: Let him on a certain day read a certain page of full Posey or distilled Prose, and let him wander with it, and muse upon it, and reflect from it, and dream upon it: until it becomes stale– But when will it do so? Never– When a man/woman has arrived at a certain ripeness in intellect any one grand and spiritual passage serves him as a starting-post towards all the ‘two-and-thirty Palaces’ How happy is such a voyage of conception, what delicious, diligent indolence !”
Keats’ Explained perfectly how I am feeling….that delicious bounce of joy when something hits a sense that causes everything within starts firing rapidly. I waited for this to get stale and fade away, but it has only gotten strong and more focused. This is what It feels like for me when I find some sort of knowledge that interests me. Seeing from all points of view without judgment or fear just following the imagination and what might be left out from what is already known. I start backwards.
So I say again. Maybe My dream is the Quest. The quest of wanting knowledge and answers where others say there is none. What I truly know is, ” I Have a Dream!”
“God says: Take what you want and pay for it!” ~Spanish Proverb
Life has a law of balances.
Think of it like this.
Do you want to be be famous? Very well, then spend every waking hour in pursuit of fame. It will show up on the other side of the balance in time spent and sacrifices made. Is it riches you want? Think about money every day, study it, give your life to it, and the balance will be weighed with gold, but at the cost of other things.
Maybe you want to be wise.That will also be weighed out.
It will include a good life, a pursuit of knowledge, and a uncompromising love of truth.
Everything has its price.
We are familiar of this in our daily lives.
We go to the super market for items that we will use to feed ourselves.
As we walk up and down the rows we grab different food items that we all end up bringing to the cashier. We then pay for the items that we will enjoy later around a dinner table.
So with the balance of our lives: on one side, our heart’s desire; on the other side of the scales, the reckoning. When the scales are even, you may take out what you have bought. Sometimes the price seems high.
But remember, you must pay for the character and quality of your goal as well as for the achievement of it. The law is simple and it is just; you may have what you want- but you must pay for it.
Nothing is free
“O wad some Pow’r the giftie gie us to see oursels as ithers see us!”
“Sometimes we find a clue in some chance remark made by an old friend.
Maybe something we’ve read sparks a glimpse of who we really are.
Fleeting thoughts which we meditate on through out the day
Bringing us closer to who we are.
Bit by bit self-knowledge grows.
An Awareness of all things, “self”
It does not come easy and perhaps this very awareness of the difficulty sustains us,
Spurs us on toward the ever receding goal.
For the self-knowledge we seek
rising above our social vanities and pride and the impressions we make is a full-time, lifelong job.”
A bird carries it on her back.
Through the wind she flies.
No storm will hinder her.
As sure as that bird can fly.
She will not let love fall.
So on she goes.
Carrying her love for all.
Soaring over lands and oceans.
High above you.
Rainbows of memories.
Rains of cleansing.
Love is always there.
What will you do with the love that was carried for you?
So sweet a gesture.
A bird of yours above.
Love so strong.
Now carry it on.
Wings of love.
Made just for you.”
“My mind lyrically writing the movements of my breath.
Noticing the unseen to the unaware.
Feeling the need to pen each and every scene which flashes through my mind.
Knowing, I am almost near “thee”.
“There” is the spot I feel
Pulling me near
Seeing the vision intended for truly only one, which is me
Beauty gnaws at me
For what I see
For what is this intended for, shouldn’t
All beauty radiate into the very matter of our core.
Filling the empty space within our breath.
We who share this very unworldly air.
Emerging with any and all who feel upon with knowing.
This might just be worth showing.
Right where it sleeps.
Through the shattered and hidden place of me.
Showing all the folds of me.
The pain of the void in which we see.
It touches the most inner part of me
Dark and twisting it rests
Waiting to be seen.
Light causes such unraveling.
Release of our breath.
Pens the most beautiful dark depths of me
Sending you on a journey through my memories
Pulling and molding the essence of you through me
Waiting to yield the most tender of thee
Sharing the story of which we, “My Love”
Are meant to be
Flowing forever endlessly
Creating thee story in which maybe, just maybe
Others may see, just how sweet a pure Love can be
Freshly levitating to the eye of me
Allowing you to see all that could be
Some may call Destiny
But this is just the most inner part of me
Releasing not only one
But so much more of me
Waiting for your breath
To be penned within the beauty of me
Holding an abundance of acceptance of Thee
For my Trust
You Did see
Allowing to be created
All I see.
The Love that lives in me.”