“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 !!!
“Her wounds of silent tears
showing those of us who love her,
That her sweetly fierce soul is
forever growing”. ~sweetlyfiercesoul
“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.”
“I deserve Beautiful visions.
I deserve Love.
I Validate Myself.”
“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.”
I can remember I was in third grade as a bunch of us huddled around the dictionary in our private christian school as we looked up the word sex. We giggled and whispered thinking of so many more colorful things this word could mean. Then our teacher turned the corner and we all felt instant shame as we blushed trying to hide the Webster Dictionary.
Her face was so gentle and calm as she explained that sex was merely the way of determining gender, male or female. Which she proved by showing us the definition. That seemed to be enough for the rest of the kids as they each went to their desks, but for me, I was puzzled. I knew I wasnt being told the whole truth.
Why did I feel shame at being caught looking up a word that seemed to be so “hush-hush” but according to my teacher meant something so clean-cut.
I grew up being taught that sex was connected to shame. The words I remember my mom using to describe this word/act the most was “nasty” and “dirty”. It was drilled into me that sex was for marriage which a wife then submitted to her husband. Yet the bible I was told to read was riddled with metaphors of sex being beautiful and spiritual. And if it was meant for marriage, why was I, at such a young age already questioning the facts I were told to be true.
I had been sexually abused as a child yet I never felt a complete alienation from the act itself. I knew I held power over the persons that wanted my body for their own satisfaction. I would end up going into a dream like state during the act itself. Maybe I disconnected from reality completely and that’s why I continued to be intrigued. I was introduced to porn by the age of 4 and yes, I can still remember the images I saw from those magazines. To me I saw beautiful strong women who caused men to bow to their will. I saw art. It didn’t click till later what I was actually seeing.
The sexual abuse did mess with my mind in a way that is not like most. I wasnt fearful or scared. It was more of an annoyance because it seemed inevitable that it would happen again and again simply because I was a girl. At the time I found comfort in the attention. I was always longing for a more meaningful connection which I would get a glimpse at but in the end I was left behind in a state of confusion.
Living with divorced parents caused a deeply rooted disconnect with how I perceived a loving relationship between the world and myself.
I was a hardcore people pleaser growing up. Which would later make it hard to say “no” in my teen years. In the times I wanted the sexual advances I found that I wouldn’t allow myself to say “yes” or “no” aloud. It was easier to give myself for their pleasure in the time they wanted. In that decision, I would find myself safely in that welcomed trance where nothing could touch me and in that place I found comfort. This may have been a safe place for my mind, but it did nothing for helping me with healthy sexual thoughts.
I seem to split into two. I separated my mind from my body. Two completely different entities shut off from one another. One was that of a complete restful sleep and relaxation knowing it would be over soon. The other was watching from above seeing the complete unworldly joy in the one getting pleasure from my body. As for me, the pleasure I felt was not physical but mental. The curious thoughts that would go through my head were more like a scientist watching an experiment or an artist creating a masterpiece. In those moments I didn’t see shame I saw pleasure, but why wouldn’t I allow myself to get lost in the physical pleasure as well?. Was there really something wrong with how my mind understood how sex was suppose to be perceived.
Why was it me that was seeing sex so differently from those who were suppose teach me and help me to grow into being a healthy adult.
And why did it bring so much shame to the world around me? Why did my body clam up whenever the subject came up yet wish I could somehow communicate the truth going on inside me. Which was I liked sex, but maybe I saw through their eyes and not my own.
Why didn’t anyone want to tell me the truth about this hidden God-given truth!
That Sex is Good.
I guess I wanted to write this to show myself I am not ashamed of sex, but that I still have questions on why no one wants to share their sexual stories of real life. Where is the safe haven to teach that sex is okay to think about and that shame and guilt need not be present to accept ones own sexuality.
I, like everyone who has a pulse, some way or another enjoys the feelings of being aroused, in their own way. It has the ability to lift our spirits and clear our minds. A scientific fact, yet not many want to tackle this subject.
I’ll just leave this here. 😉