Tunes for Thought
I love my life~
Solstice draws nigh
dark days, long, longest night
journey of the soul
moving, ever moving
moving to stand still
still in the darkest light
the most glorious light
light of the undying Sun
standing sill. still point
where we bask breathe
delight in Light, Love
This ever turning play –
dance of dark and light
our soul’s shadow dancing
concealing and revealing
gently, reverently mirroring
cosmic flow and rhythm
of which you and I are part –
One in the eternal dance
meeting, re-uniting ever again
as One . . . separating, then returning
again and again
~Thanks to Holly Rose my FB friend, and sistar~
art by Jessica Galbraith
Questioning has always been part and parcel of my being. As a child I was punished by society, family, institutions; schools, churches, for being too inquisitive. Concurrently I have a rebellious nature and questioned authority as well. I have spent my entire life endlessly curious. I want to know everything. Of course you simply cannot know everything; or can you? In my Education classes in school that is what we are taught, and the Core standards mandate the same, to teach students to question, higher thinking, analyzation …. Strange that I should have experienced my inquisitive nature as I did.
When people talk of awakening consciously, I have always balked at that phraseology, as it just seems such a larger concept. However if such an event happens to us normal line humans then mine began some thirty years ago when I just allowed myself to believe whatever I chose to. It was that simple really. I had immediate access to past lives and the Akashic Records, now I am not saying I had great control or consistent access but nonetheless I had access at times. An amazing friend of mine has grown leaps and bounds in consciousness in the last few years and we talk a lot about their past-lives, and our past-lives together, so I enjoy coming across various points of views on the subject. I think I would like to become certified someday, however I am much t0o busy with my degree now. It is endlessly fascinating to me to study the work by people like Anita Moorjani, Brian Weiss, and Micheal Newton. Newton is new to me and came to my attention yesterday via a conversation with a Facebook friend. He shared an interview with me by journalist, filmmaker, Rich Martini, interviewed here, who documented the work of Newton. I also like Dolores Cannon and her expanse of the parameters into future lives and her “Quantum Healing Hypnosis Technique.”
Hearing that other people have visited some of the same places is infinitely confirming. The subject of Atlantis is one that I like to explore in these ways and my favorite source on that topic is Edgar Cayce’s Atlantis Readings.
It is a long but good read. Cayce feels so authentic to me.
Another Martini Interview
Namaste and Peace~
The Wide Ocean
by Pablo Neruda
Ocean, if you were to give, a measure, a ferment, a fruit
of your gifts and destructions, into my hand,
I would choose your far-off repose, your contour of steel,
your vigilant spaces of air and darkness,
and the power of your white tongue,
that shatters and overthrows columns,
breaking them down to your proper purity.
Not the final breaker, heavy with brine,
that thunders onshore, and creates
the silence of sand, that encircles the world,
but the inner spaces of force,
the naked power of the waters,
the immoveable solitude, brimming with lives.
It is Time perhaps, or the vessel filled
with all motion, pure Oneness,
that death cannot touch, the visceral green
of consuming totality.
Only a salt kiss remains of the drowned arm,
that lifts a spray: a humid scent,
of the damp flower, is left,
from the bodies of men. Your energies
form, in a trickle that is not spent,
form, in retreat into silence.
The falling wave,
arch of identity, shattering feathers,
is only spume when it clears,
and returns to its source, unconsumed.
Your whole force heads for its origin.
The husks that your load threshes,
are only the crushed, plundered, deliveries,
that your act of abundance expelled,
all those that take life from your branches.
Your form extends beyond breakers,
vibrant, and rhythmic, like the chest, cloaking
a single being, and its breathings,
that lift into the content of light,
plains raised above waves,
forming the naked surface of earth.
You fill your true self with your substance.
You overflow curve with silence.
The vessel trembles with your salt and sweetness,
the universal cavern of waters,
and nothing is lost from you, as it is
from the desolate crater, or the bay of a hill,
those empty heights, signs, scars,
guarding the wounded air.
Your petals throbbing against the Earth,
trembling your submarine harvests,
your menace thickening the smooth swell,
with pulsations and swarming of schools,
and only the thread of the net raises
the dead lightning of fish-scale,
one wounded millimetre, in the space
of your crystal completeness.
“To be, or not to be- that is the question” obviously William Shakespeare, it is a really good question, and a philosophical one at that. Isn’t this just a grand game? I think in fact it is, and thinking of it as such has shifted my perception, has shifted my reality. The question of existence, and of consciousness is the one most of us endlessly ponder, and ain’t it fun? I recently saw this video.
“To die- to sleep.
To sleep- perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub!
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.”
The guy on Facebook that runs a group called, Philosophy and Physics, is the group that keeps me supplied with all this great food for thought. We were chatting on the nature of reality. I suggested there are infinite realities, and today he messaged me a video link and said this was his belief on reality, I thought to myself, it is Alan Watts, and it was. Nothing You Can Do, Alan Watts.
Relating to my last post, Merging, and timeline shifts, I won’t go so far as saying that but strange things are popping up, some very good things. Just yesterday I was imagining J.K. Rowling had written the sequel to The Harry Potter saga. Today, I discover she has, more or less, Harry Potter and The Cursed Child. What? What? How did I not know this? I am on the internet everyday, I am a member of Pottermore. I am really sort of gobsmacked that I did not know.
One other major thing that I will just hold onto because it is of cosmic relevance, and I want to hold the vision. Please join me in seeing the Earth we desire today, in joy, in peace, in harmony.
Shakespeare is in my future. I guess that is no big surprise. I have registered for all but one class. Mr. Shakespeare, Transborder Chicano Literature, and Child and Adolescent. Then once I get my fingerprint card, I will get put in the iTeach class, which will be in a public high school.
In the meanwhile I am creating my existence. If I am a character in a game, the character has become sentient.