“What, then, is the soul but a prisoner of your flesh? An undying yet constrained energy, bound and enslaved within a shuffling, steadily rotting suit of tissue and savage needs?” David Wong.
We are all prisoners of the voice
We are all prisoners. Servants of the voice in our minds. The thoughts that…..
For the intellectual mindset, the statement ‘Cogito Ergo Sum – ‘I think therefore I am, is a given. It is a fact of life so encompassing that the whys and wherefores of the thinking process are rarely questioned.
Many of us if we are true to ourselves have been shocked by the violence of our own
thoughts,…..
The competition called life
Life is about competition – a struggle for food and sexual partners, and everything in this reality is programmed to survive – to be born, replicate and die. This understanding becomes self evident when we grow a garden.
For those of us who are organic…..
Listening to Lily Earthling’s presentation on integrating our essence into source energy inspired me to write this article. Like Lily, I too, have experienced the timeless wonder and joy of re-connection with the planet/plane – the shift beyond personal identity, home and surroundings – and a sense of all encompassing reality, where light and dark, love and…..
“We are all fallen angels.” Mick Garnett
The pulse of reality
Life is an emotional roller coaster from the cradle to the grave – a short pulse, a blinking on-off switch, a pixel on the screen of reality tv. We are born, eat, replicate and grow old with all its pain and fear – emotional and physical,…..
Let there be many windows in your soul – That all the glory of the universe – may beautify it. Not the narrow pane – Of one poor creed can catch the radiant rays – That shine from countless sources. Ralph Waldo Trine.
One window
Most people have only one view of the world – one window to look…..
How beautiful they are – The lordly ones – Who dwell in the hills, – in the hollow hills. They have faces like flowers – And their breath is the wind – That blows over summer meadows – Filled with white clover.
Their limbs are more white – Than shafts of moonshine: They are more fleet – Than the March wind. They laugh and are glad – And are terrible: When their lances shake and glitter – Every…..
Love’s Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley.
The fountains mingle with the river, And the rivers with the ocean; The winds of heaven mix forever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world…..
“The third-rate mind is only happy when it is thinking with the majority. The second-rate mind is only happy when it is thinking with the minority. The first-rate mind is only happy when it is thinking.” A.A.Milne.
The third rate mind
I think it is true to say that all of us start our journey in this dimension…..
Come fairies! take me out of this dull world,
For I would ride with you
Upon the wind and dance
Upon the mountains like a flame.
W.B. Yeats.
Aboriginal Understanding
Having Scots and gypsy roots, I was surrounded as a child with the magical world of Faerie –…..
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