The Path

As human as one's path is, after feeling the joy of the birth, we so quickly slide down the scale of the graph to form that cycle; As soon as the glass shell of protection was placed around my pearl, I started to fear the amount of time that would pass until I could hold the gem of tomorrow against my bosom one more time.

Fear of a thief in the night, swapping my pearl for another, even in the case of a more valuable pearl, would not be my pearl. My pearl, was destined to be with me, not to be contained, but to water the tree of knowledge within that small fledgling, to one day be able to pass from the nest into the sky that contains the Mother Earth in all her glory.

Fear is almost as natural as breathing, we know we have to, but we don't realize it's not limited.

As the congratulatory promises of the moment passes from tribe members and factions, we exchange honest greetings of well being, “Namaste” in love and light. We did not care to be menacing to one another, we did not care to hurt the other, at that moment we did not fear, not hate, nor despise, we loved, we truly loved.

A New Day

Looking back at the voices of anger, despair and resentment, I wonder how and why I listened to them. The personalities of so much pain, darkness and general chaos.

In the midst of all that many voices, I tend was waiting for the scream of a little person, waiting in silence, eagerness, to see the breath of the soul of a little fairy princess, my new born fairy queen, to open her eyes, draw her first breath, and let the veil of forgetfulness fall upon her eyes and ears, to ensure her experience is a full and fruitful one.

The path, back to the source, the beginning of all, the road back home.

Isn't it strange in all our quests, the one thing we forget first is that this is only a game.

I remember the anxious await of that little soul's scream to announce to the world the arrival of a newcomer to the physical, and let the heavens sing joyously and lovingly that another is here to experience.

My heart was beating at the pace of a thousand wildebeest, charging the blades of grass on the open savanna of a beautiful African scene. Where the herd would determine the best route for the heard, not dictated by one or a few.

The sweat was running freely like the cascades of the Augrabies, down the steps into the clear pools. And as I was holding the hand of my love the tension in my muscles grew with each passing moment as the mountain rises as you come closer to climb it, almost growing to enhance the challenge.

The way in is very different than the way out.

When fear gripped my throat, when the essence of life was beginning to leave my body in the shear anticipation of a soul's first and last death experience, came not a shout to the heavens, but a small whimper of a sound, to ensure peace and harmony in the folk of the little ones and to rejoice the addition of another member of their clan.

Oh, but my pride could not be contained, however vain, immature and silly it could have been. It does not matter the amount of recurrences the medical helpers have experienced it, I could not wait, I could not let go of the joy, the encompassing joy and love I felt. The oceans of all the world was not big enough, the skies of the planet was not wide enough, the Universe in itself had to expand to ensure that that love could be accommodated in the seventh heaven.

Running

The only thing left to do was to run, to run further and faster away than the day of tomorrow could come.

Over oceans, sailing in the majestic blue of life, diving under the bluest oceans, seeing the fascination of the simplicity of a coral reef, seeing how a community should act and live, but only allowing me as a spectator, never allowing me to stay indefinitely, only short moments of peace is allowed for me to enjoy the calm silence of the ocean. Visiting non-included destinations of picture books, see people in their prime as they lived their lives in such harmony, peace and general fulfillment; Oh, Dearest God, you cursed me, with this emptiness I carry.

Ah yes, I do not carry shame of another's act of indecency, I do not carry resentment, I do not carry failure, but O My God my emptiness, hooked them all as they burned my journey towards my life, my soul, mine, you hear me, “Mine!”,

I wanted to be special, I wanted to, let me rephrase that, “I want to be special”, I want to stand out in the crowd, I want people to look at me, and ask me questions, I want them to say, “... you know, he made it, so can ...”. I want fame, not amongst friends and family, the world.

If my fame, my specialty, my uniqueness, bring separateness from God ,so be it, I want it.

My anger is a direct result of Your forcefulness.

Creating Problems for Others

How many times have we made choices that influence other people, their lives, their circumstances. Thinking about the choices I have made regarding my kids, girlfriends, friends, wives and ex-wives. We tend to think in a narrow minded fashion about our day and it is said that if we refer to the terms "me", "myself" and "I" on a more frequent basis than the overall society body, in terms of "we", "us", etc, their tends to be a more susceptible risk of heart failure.
A theory or a medical fact ?

I tend to believe that we do not make choices only for us, even the simplest of ones, we always on a subconscious level think of the greater good. A friend gave me a beautiful image the other day ... "Think of yourself as an empty glass in the middle of the table. Now put that glass on a saucer of some kind and the saucer in the middle of the table. Start to pour water from a 'non-empty' source (like a hose or tap extension); As soon as the glass is full, it overflows into the saucer and in turn as the saucer fills up the water overflows onto the table and eventually off the table. If you take care of yourself (the glass), your immediate surroundings, circumstances and individuals  will be affected and that as the standard ripple effect in a pond is explained in so many valuable sources of literature, the water flows onto the table (people you vague associate with) to the people and places you never even heard of (the floor)."

A beautiful image. If that is true though, isn't it a selfish way of thinking ? Now is that choice to fill your glass, above other choices for the greater good? How do you ask a mother of a child to look after herself first then when she is "full" her kids will benefit in such magnificent ways ? Or that dad that gets up at two in the morning and knows he has an eight 'o clock meeting ?

Where is the line we so carefully have to balance on to ensure that our glass is full at all times and the water flow is not inhibited for the neighbor's glass ?

So next time, you plan that spa day, or that big slice of chocolate cake, or that new car, is that choice you are about to make for everyone's benefit ?

The Angry Church

The church, o dear me, the church, whether it be the Anglican, presbyterian, I don't care what and who, the church, the ultimate form of dictatorship; Filled with contradictions, like men should stand when we pray, but women may remains seated ... What?Why? If we need to feel pain in our legs and feet, showing respect, by experiencing pain?

There is no way in this world, that God would act as a king. The church always reminds me of the second in charge; The one that does not hold the fame or fear, nor the ultimate card in the deck of power, he rides on it's back, for example, “Do you know who I work for?”, Who cares, if he or she is so concerned about me, let them come down and hurt me themselves, now that is the church, the empty threat of our day!

Making us believe that the control factor of God will punish, going as far to change texts, manipulating crowds, rallying support in government and when things go a bit tough, we pray about the tenths we are supposed to give, so open your wallets and we will open the door to heaven ... what a load of bull!

Ah, yes, the fact that I had some various ambitions to be a huge success, a strong desire to be better. At first, and for most of my life better than the rest, but nowadays being better than me, not the being I came to be, but rather the being I want to be. The better version of my dreams, what is so wrong with having money, fame, fortune? As soon as you have it, everyone is looking to see whether you stumble and fall, or catch you with a stringy cheese part hanging on your lip, so, remembering that that person is a person, still in my world, but your world is now looking into mine and wondering why, oh why, is my world not filled with fancy cars, beautiful people and riches to beyond the horizon, waiting only to increase when the day of tomorrow comes.

I want it, I damned be the one that says God, does not want all to be rich and happy and some should suffer for balance, eternal glory, ya ta da ta da and whoopdi doo! I want it, I want money, how can I make your life better without my money?

Single Thoughts

From an early age through various forms of discipline and forceful intent, I was burdened with God; Live well unless ... If you don't then ... Hell, is the recourse for all that is not just ... What eternal crap!

Don't get me wrong, the fact that he, she or it is out there to muddle my thoughts and to sometimes play an absentee role in what is about to become a phenomenal disaster of my own creation, is more frustration than anything else. Even in failure, it is said “ ... God had a plan, she just allowed me to grow on my path to see what I don't want ...”, Come on, it mine, my world, my universe, mine, no one else is sitting around an playing the voyeur role in my world, participation is required!

No silent whispers in the wind, no “ ... look at the birds, they fly, because they are guided by the loving hand of ... “, please, you know this is not so, this is mine, I control it, I want, I decide.

As times progressed and my years increased in numbers, the fact of how society view God is of course another way, to indoctrinate me, to conform rather than to uniquely challenge life and it's occupants, to see that the warrior inside me is one of value, wisdom and abnormal strength.

Oh, how easily one can become the outcast of a traditional community. The ease of “he is a problem child, just pray for him”, pray to who? This is my world, I control it, not you, not your prayers, nobody but me. Thus, here your silence is a requirement for the next round to be able to continue in my game.

The Faith

A preacher’s distribution of the Word of God to act as a stopper for pain and despair, when it was merely a part of education, but then is it not the purpose of education to make one evaluate and question the institutions of this world?

To expand, to create and yes, sometimes recreate and re-engineer to obvious to come to a simpler answer. And yet here he is having only the teachings to accompany him, but yet the faith to understand the teaching lacks. The faith, which is the glue is till in the container and was never applied to keep it all together.

But as most thing do go on, time is no exception and where time heals, life creates new wounds from life lessons learned and new tools to take on our journey. But the master plan of any young man, it to taste the divine piece of heavenly bodies. The carefully sculpted curves of a woman’s body is the downfall of many a caveman. With hunting skills transference is then accommodated for starting a new learning of nurturing and caring for another individual, not only another individual, but another woman. The learning curve of woman hood is not allowing any young man to get into it, but rather following a much harsher approach of sinking feeling and desperation and acting out of one’s depth and no matter the amount of tools, the application of them, is so far from being useful, the discarding of them in haste always seems to be a viable option for the faint hearted.

No mother can even consider teaching her young boy about woman, about the passion released by the kiss of a woman; the boy admired and obsesses about day and night. The mere thought of a young lady’s taste of her lips could allow young poets of old, to compose sonnets and words of love to the missing half of his life.

The Past

To help others without the strength is a quest that will play out as a wave breaking on a sandy beach; it may start out as a mighty force of nature, but will eventually just slowly run up the beach and dissipate, as if it never was.

The boy always wondered why he could not just play, but always observe, plan and analyze every thing, and yet at the back of his mind was the question looming like a thunderstorm in the distance, threatening to spoil a sunny afternoon. At the one end it will cool everything down with the anticipation of cleansing and starting a new cycle, but ask yourself does rain bring joy to children busy playing in the water?

With his second year of primary education, another light went out in a night of boyish delinquency that ended up where a relationship ended another and yet the boy decided that very afternoon, not to participate, oblivious to the tragedy waiting to unfold, that would change the lives of so many. Yes, as he recalls now, many lives were touched by a wonderful friend, and as the years passed he learned what that meant to him.

As so many milestones throughout the journey he took, showed the mystery slowly, but yet patiently unfolding in retrospect. It is somewhat ironic that the events that passed can give us tools to handle the future.

It is almost like giving a child a stick and say “You’ll know when to use it.” With no immediate resolution to the questions that may arise one has to put the stick in your belt and continue with your journey.

This is a mere composite escalation of uncertainty of knowledge attained, with no clear purpose of how to use it. But with only pain and guilt acquired in the terrible night of tragedy, the boy decided to self inflict pain on his loved ones. Not by a show of force, but rather a display of hopelessness and regret.

As the weapon of the boy’s eternity is stolen from a secure place and loneliness accompanying him in his detour a shocking decision was made to continue on the path of destruction, where no thought was given to the consequences of his actions to what may come or to what is left behind.

With an invisible light of compassion, the boy was spared by diverting the projectile of pain, rather than a permanent scaring of a corpse. The scar is remains to this day.

And yet the question remained. A scenario with so many possible outcomes; some permanent in nature could have transpired, but yet he remains.

When is enough Enough ?

In the event when the end is insight and you feel your breaking point is lurking behind the corner, especially when you stand in line.

the question that you ask yourself, is when is enough Enough ? Easier said than done, sometimes the breaking stick just breaks, simply because the breaker breaks only a single stick. But now, when the breaker adds the number of Your Life and then try to break the bundle. the immense energy dispersed is in vain.

The moment, you  separate yourself from the rest, fear's cage of illusion is opened and the gaps of reality is filled, with everything you do not want. The immense uncertainties, the illusions of lack, the lastly the fear of living.

But then, how does one attract the other sticks ? The forest is filled with them.

As a lone woodcutter will never clean the forest in his lifetime, if he uses care and assists balance in forest. The forest will feed itself, the bounty of heaven is plentiful within.
Next time you walk in a forest, lookup, close your eyes and listen, not with our ears, but your heart, feel the feelings of the forest. Once you have achieved the inner peace you so longed for, open your eyes and listen with your ears. What do you fear now?
In the shadows of uncertainty, the corners of unknown and the darkness of our mind, allows the midsts of fear to roll over the forest floor and to close the canopy above, to block the sun's revitalizing rays of energizing the grid of your mind, the meridians of your body, the centers of your soul ...  clearing one stick at a time, creates a pasture.

The immense mystery of the sticks is their ever-presence, since the birth of your life and will assist you long after you step across the threshold of death. Your sticks is with you now, why do you think you are reading this?

When is enough, Enough? Never, because You care to much about yourself.

Recollection

What does a divorced father know about motherhood and all encompassing love? The knowledge of such things have eluded me for so long; what could I now to attain such wisdom?

I am not even sure that I deserve such knowledge.

Now looking back over the years, I realized that in the temperance of my youth, I could not have known, simply because I did not want to see. See the truth of life and the things other than the material of life, the physical, the visible, the safe world we know, or at least the world someone else knows.

Is that not that we don't want to think, we simply do not want to know about the other, the world that we do not see, hear, smell or taste. We dare not aim to the stars, because all we can see is how far we might fall in order to reach out and touch them.

We dare not think new ideas, the kind of ideas that will brand us traitors, heretics, simply any form of opposition to the norm.

Why is it that we love the norm so much, we do not dare, to move from the world we love so much and we will fight to the teeth and our fingers to the bone, to protect our little piece of land.

Thinking back to my questioning of the norm from as early as six years of age and daring to further enhance my learning of infinity of the Universe, God whomever he or she might be, to learn from where It began. A simplistic answer by a young woman, much too young to be a teacher, not because of age, but simply because of the inadequate knowledge in herself could not answer a mere six year young boy, to the start of the Universe ... how could she have known ?

Oh, what a long road I have taken; Looking back, god damn, it was exciting! Never a dull moment. But looking back on the flares of temper, tantrums and just outright, well being a child.

I can still to this day forgive my parents, they did not know any better, where was their example? They simply did not know.

But it was in the eyes and ears of the older ones in the family did I manage to learn from a young age, what motherhood could be. Not what it ought to be.

Tradition was my enemy and procrastination my foe.

Challenges day after day, from the home, supposed to be loving, but the members only acted upon secondhand information handed down by the establishment in all it's glory.

How can you know right from wrong in life when the church does not provide you with all the knowledge and facts? You fight on instinct.

Instinct ... but what is instinct, when is it accurate, when is it my ego, my voice and not the divine that speaks? I simply did not know, and even now, the correct voice does not always come forward on request. Still to the present day, that small voice is sometimes drowned out, to my dismay.

How can you fumble along if you do not have the tools?

The Sun

Let the sunshine in your life! the implication of such a statement is that the rays of happiness is not present. So why is it then, we can't look directly into the sun ? And when a cloudless day, why is the blue of the sky so bright, the feelings of vertigo is so strong, to almost make you feel that you are falling "up".

Even sun-gazers, only take moments, to look into the brightness of the sun, at sunrise and the sunset, together when the music of the seventh heaven choir sings and rejoices about the eternity of forever and the everlasting existence of You, the catch a glimpse of the immense power of the Universal feeling, the feeling that you have claim to as your inheritance.

The immensity of love that is available in the Sun is of such astounding proportions, it's almost shocking. As the old saying goes, it rains and shines over the just and unjust alike. Why then, is it that You, the "just", does not feel it ? Next time, when you see that patch of sunlight, clear and unobstructed from the obstacles of the visible, then stand in the middle of the clearing, close your eyes, look up and say to yourself, " ... I allow myself to be open to the sunlight ..."

And don't worry, nothing will happen, no prophetic visions of tomorrow, nor the opening of hell's gates ... This is the closest you will come to the ever-loving feeling of belonging, belonging to the earth of today, and the heavens of tomorrow.

It always shines, comes up in East of the morning and sets in the West of your neighbor. It never fails, it can not, that is the contract it agreed to with the Cosmos. But as much as the tree does not know how to die, nor the bird on how to crawl, nor the snake on how to jump.

So does the sun not know, how to sleep ... it just never chose to know such things.

In the Wake of Heartache

Oh what feeble creatures we are, with this shell of exterior flesh and the softness of our hearts. Let's not forget the tenderness of our interior. We so quickly show the cracks of desperation, when the Heart is not whole, almost like one system on top of the other, when one fails, so must the other, and it is not electricity, well, almost not.

It's the flow, do you think the river is happy when it reaches the dam ? Or the wave when it breaks against the breakers ? When the flow is inhibited, we struggle, no further questions, nor explanations required.

But it is so easy to let the day's disappointments get the better of us. When our positive morning outlook, so quickly fade as midst before the all mighty flames of the sun. When we leave the gaps of emotion and the trail of expectations show the world, our path of fear. But yet, we can not almost help it, we can not almost control it, but yet we are the driver, not the passenger. When are you down the wrong path ? Or when is it the wrong voice to listen to in the audience of messages that you receive, the multitude of hunches we feel, the million pictures we see and yet even the wisdom we know, we still betray ourselves.

Are we wretched, no, well I think not, but yet we continue, that in the Hope, of tomorrow and after the Shower of Cleansing or the Bath of Relaxation, things will appear better, a bit brighter, a bit softer.

When the solution is so simple, why then can we not apply the problem's solution ?

I do not know; This wisdom is hidden from me.

Crystals

A crystal is the solidified version of the earth's DNA. The hold the memory of the earth's history and store the records of time in themselves to the benefit of the generations that are now and the generations that are yet to come.

Ever wondered how it came to be that the diamond is used in wedding ceremonies in the modern era ? The crystal clear "sound" of the diamond is the heavenly voices of purity, just as is the purity of a commitment to another. It is pure. Consider your true intentions you give a bracelet, ring or pendant to someone.

We hold the keys to the kingdom, and the crystals of our future is not only embedded in the earth, the foundation of Now, but also in the eyes of your lover. The windows to the soul are they not ? then why is so many afraid to look up when they walk, or share the love inside them ? The answer is I don't know, but maybe they possibility of fear and pain in releasing that immense beauty, the crystal of our soul, is the thing we cherish the most, the thing we feel is us, in the essences of the cosmos, that is the crystal frequency that uniquely identifies us.

And nobody is going to trample on it, because that is all we got. How then will we allow someone to "take our hearts", "steal our love", or "give away our soul and we really never got it back". How then can we survive the difficulties of today if we are not whole ? How can I do my job, my finances, my family, my friends, how can I do right by them if I do not have All of Me? There is no way that I can continue, without that, my battery to life, powering each step I take on my journey ?

How simple minded are we to think the connection to the Great Unknown is an element that can be depleted. Once again we look to the outside to find the answers.

How simple minded we are.

The Sins of the Father

When a new cry to the world is added, the immense burden is placed upon the child to bear experiences and tribulations that is not it's own.
We look to our parents, absent or not, they were there at the time that you were conceived ... conceived, have you ever wondered what that means ? It is an idea of a child. To "create" a child, not in the physical sense, but activate the magic in our bodies to create, create particles, atoms, cells, organs, systems ... an entity. With every movement of our bodies, we generate the energy, to direct it, to create it.

Now, the junk DNA, ninety odd percent or so, is that what is not measurable, not there to be weighed, not there to be reconciled, but yet there lies the mystery of your existence, the lessons of a life school that has the curriculum of your life.
In there is the explanation of the wrongs of the past, the incomplete lessons of your ancestors, the Sins of the Fathers.

So if that is true, we then not only have to sort out your troubles and misguidance, but also of those that has come before you.
Is that fair ?

The quick and short answer is Yes. Try this one on for size; " ... You chose your parents, not they you ... ". Once you wrapped your head around that,  think about the times, you asked your parents for something and they were busy, a hug, a cuddle, a goodnight story or kiss. Think of the times you did not receive it.

You chose them, so ... " ... Why are you angry with them ? "

They did everything you asked of them, they aided you in your lessons, to wake you up to the stuff of your past, the greatness of your future, the immense power of your Now.
Next time thank time, bless them, in their is the Release of Your Salvation.

Feeling Emotions

What is the definition of feel ?
We feel with the fingers to allow electrical current to flow between the object and our body, but yet that information is sent via the nervous system to the central processor, where it is then filtered and analyzed. Now, when the filters is activated, as the message arrives, we can only process, what we know, that is already in the data bank, so to speak. So we look at it from various sides, pull out the known bits and then continue to put the leftovers in a container on the shelf of the subconscious.

There we go, the feeling of touching the object of your affection is over and done with. OK, a bit faster, I'll admit, but I do not type that fast.

Problem One for me, is the Phase One of Analyzing; We take the signal/s and we compare the content to the existing data. Problem: The current data is there because of habit, conditioning, well let's face it, basically secondhand information. It is usually somebody else's perspective that you live. Let me put it this way, as you watch a movie, you are sharing in somebody else's creation. Are you simultaneously creating something, no, you are storing the given data in your specified format that can be recalled, when a friend asks you, "How was it ?".
Problem: How often do we learn something new ? Since the incoming signal is data, it is compared to your database or spreadsheet data, OK, now new data comes in, it is an unknown quantity and can only therefore be shelved. Have you read about the nervous system, what do you know about the brain ? Do you know which part is used in analyzing the incoming messages ?

So many questions and very little answers, so now take touch for example; Go to our old trusted friend Google and ask the question "What is touch". There will be a multitude of junk. Fair enough, but my junk is your precious stones. Thus what resonates with you. Look at a topic from various points of views, whether it be religious, spiritual, scientific, or just simple layman's terms. Jo's perspective of it. Take the sentence in the article that catches your eyes and then cross them out. Usually a paragraph at the most. Read it again. Is there some resistance to the new data ? Is there elements that might be possible in your point of view ? Is there probabilities that have a strange sense of understanding ?

Now the process of growth is on it's way.

How to Just Be

How we just be ? Standing with our feet in the water of the ever moving ocean, the tall grass of the Serengeti, the ice of the mountain top ? If we reach the goal, the highest peak, the bliss of the Bush ..

All we can do is think how to get away from it again.

Starting another cycle of lack. The lack of money, of time, of space, of joy, happiness, All we want to do is go back to the world of No Abundance. Because that world we know, the world we can predict, the world of another cycle of Nothing.
Sure, lessons we will learn, the hard way, that is certain, O yes, we will learn, but we choose the field of battle and yet we never look to the oceans, the fields, the forests or mountains, we look the Land of the Have Nots.

Oh, we relish in misery, unhappiness, unfairness, solitude, basically all the elements of Fear that you can imagined will be there. Since, You were the Creator of it All.

Next time, you suddenly feel the rays of sunlight in your presence, close your eyes, soak up the sun, as the song goes, listen to the small and fragile bird that sings the Truth of Life to you, the melodies of forever so you can understand that your direction is not the only direction that is right. Not right for somebody else is to be wrong, not right to be superior, but simply that everyone's is right, not solely for them, but maybe for you!
But have you looked at the midst of the mountains, the soft light of the forest, the lion walking tall on the plane? Have you sit down and see the sunset over the waves ?

In that moment, you will get the answer, there in the presence of Awe, Beauty, Serenity and Stillness ... there is not only the method, but the reason, just to be.

Competetiveness

When competition is in play, we tend to look for the first place, we know that there is a niche that we can bring to the world that nobody is better at than us.

But instead of experiencing the joy of participation and give the "winners" their medals, we are saddened by the non-placement on the podium. We do not relish the excitement of the journey, but yet we are focused on the finishing line.

Their are those that say, take each step with care, that you do not falter over the stone, right in front of you, in order to reach the finishing line and yet we don't look down at the butterfly, softly embracing Life with each flapping of it's wings or bird that just aims higher towards the clouds of the unknown heavens or the tree ... with all the wisdom on how to grow, but no knowledge on how to create death.

We look towards the goal, but the wave as it grows, with the force of might Poseidon and the trident of Neptune as it builds in anger, attacking the beach with the might of a thousand bolts of Zeus. Slowly growing, growing and building to allow the smallest creature shiver in agonizing fear of the inevitability of death.
When the force becomes so much the soft power of our old Mother, calls it back and angrily it breaks upon the foundations of other waves, that has learned the lessons of the beach and is now slowly and calmly retreating back to the Source of the power of the ocean.
The thunderous crash is louder than the explosions of one hundred bomb, more deafening than the migration of wildebeest, so loud that the infant in the arm of it's parent clutches in fear of the sound of death.

With the anger rising from the wave now releasing the fear of losing, it foams, it hisses, it shakes ... and then softly runs on the earth of the beach, we the realization is made, the lesson is over.

With patient acceptance, pulls back, not retreat to the source, waiting for the experiences of another time, another beach, another wave.

Have you Danced Lately ?

Let me save you the trouble of answering, " ... Yes, you have ... "

As the music started and you allowed for it to filter like soft summer rain all over you, through you and all around you. You feel it rising from the hips slowly creeping up until it reaches your heart, filling it with the immense beauty of Love and then waiting to explode, you feet started to move, not the move where you are aware of the preying eyes of approval of other, but by the beings of heaven, rejoicing that you now feel the rhythm, you now feel the movement.

Your feet can now not help but to move, the ability to rejoice in the footsteps of life, embracing the light of the journey of a thousands steps, you feel the veins in your legs pulsate with the Life blood of the Universe all contained in small tubes of delivery the essence of a smile. the soft gaze, the velvety touch.

The hips is now freely moving swaying to accentuate the exhilaration of rapture as you hold your partner as if the way you will have them right there on the dance floor.

With the volcano of lust, rapture, Love and Light you slowly let go and let the juices of virility engage in your throat, speaking, nay screaming from the mountain tops  that you are alive!

Allowing the feeling to move to the mind of the dancer in you that arches the back, portraying openness, picturing it in your mind the values of a thousand word and feel them, bathe in them and embracing them while making them yours is worth a million.

As the pressure of the body can not contain the force of the dance the Light erupts from your crown where those standing closets to wish and wonder in awe the source of your happiness ...

... And it all started one hot evening, with a small shower of summer rain.

What is the Truth ?

Read the heading again.
And again.

Not the Truth about this that or the other thing, but rather the Truth about everything.

A bit big isn't it ? Well that is exactly our problem. We want to now analyze it, measure it and then break it further down into it's smaller form, until we reach a more daunting task of being faced with enormity, but you know what we figured out a small part of it. It's like when we started looking at matter through the microscope, we enhanced and enhanced the image, expecting more matter or rather a clearer understanding of matter and what did we find ? Space.

Look up to the heavens, what do you see ? Space, right ? So if we look into the vastness of space, is there any truth embedded in it ? Where is the truth, the first thing we ought to do is look in the right place, surely that is the right start.
Good old Mother Earth, sure we would find the Truth with her, but yet we have not even adhere to her calls of whisper, so how would we understand if the Truth is there or not. So where ?

We started out with the question ":What" and now we moved to a question "Where". But yet the amount of other questions generated in response to our initial ones, is far to vast and too many to even tally up. But if we approach it from a "Why" perspective, is that the more acceptable place to start ? Why find the Truth? Why is the Truth important ? Why is the Truth important to Me ? Or for Me ? Why am I even wasting my time with this nonsense search ?

In the same manner, we can ask "How" is the Truth relevant? How can I benefit from the Truth ? How can I become more rich, famous, powerful, etc, etc. And yet the silent calls of the wind is still not heard from out the black midsts of the night.

We are asking the wrong questions, hell maybe we shouldn't even be asking questions. The problem with questions, in our framework or parameters is that one party will be right and the other one wrong. Isn't that the fundamental essence of difference in politics and religion ?

How to be in the Mystery and not in the Know, isn't that how we solve the Truth ?

The Limits of Vision

When you close your eyes, what do you see? Now, now don't answer to quickly ... try it out and see. What is that ?
Is there movement of sorts?
Is there a color that you pick up on ?

Let me ask you this, if a person is in a car accident and for some or other reason loses his or her eye sight, that person is called disabled. Right ? But what happened when you closed your eyes? All of a sudden your other senses kicked into overdrive, the sounds was a slight bit more clearer, more crisp, the smell of the air around you, was far more "visible" to you, you sensed some action in your body, maybe hot, cold, tingling, You even tasted the aroma of the chemicals in your mouth. When something really tastes good for you, have you ever wondered why you tilt your head slightly up and close your eyes. When you smell that first morning air of the ocean, you do the same, slightly up and eyes closed. When some asks you " ... did you hear that ...?" and you strain to listen to hear if you hear the same sound, you close your eyes.

Now why do we emphasize sight so much when even the senses know the balance ? They know for one to rise "above" the rest, the others, just have to stand back a bit and allow for the experience of that sense to grow, engulf and to enrich. Why then do we marginalize the others and with our mind we have already given away the throne of the senses ?

Your body knows balance, it knows how to balance itself out.

And when that feeling, that gut intuition of yours speaks, not to walk down this road, do you listen? What is that? A sense? A sense of what ? Survival ? Enlightenment ? Or just something in between ?
Why do we so seldom include that in the balance we so desperately want to achieve, because if one is not present, the others have to work harder. And you have it, believe me you have it!

Great Expectations

When you go for a job interview, do you want that job ? Silly question isn't it ? Of course I want the job! Otherwise I would not go for it!
In so many ways we create our own demise, we see something we want and we simply go for it. Yes, isn't that the "Secret" ?

Let's step one step back, just for a moment ... Imagine a dot, very small on a blank sheet of A4 paper, make that dot, own it and call it " Point A". Now point a is what people call "Now" or the "Moment of Now". There is no dot like it, never will be again and there never was in all the moments of time, since the first spinning cycle of the Universe in time.
Now for simplicity sake we call this dot "Reality".

Move your hand, directly right or East from the "Reality", it doesn't matter how far, that I leave up to you, you will know. Now, when arriving at the second location, make another dot, but imagine for a moment that this location is known, in it's dimensions, color, size, the associated feelings, this place you do know, you already own it.
Now call this dot "Expectation".

Let's move back to our example in the beginning ... whizzzz ... and we are back in time. You go for an interview and you have an expectation, to a lesser or otherwise degree that you are good enough for this job. This job is yours, you already own it! At which dot are you now ? As days pass from the interview, your phone does not ring ... Well, the rest you know.
Down miserable message isn't it ?

No.

Since going for the interview at Point A, "Reality" and your expectations at Point B, "Expectation", there seem to be a gap, now look at the gap you created between your two dots. What is that ? Time ? Space ?

No, that my friends is Emotion, there is the emotion of what the reality is and what you want to see happen. There is the place that you need to work, not at point A or B, they are taken care of. But then again of we bring Point B closer and closer to Point A and we really work hard at seeing a thing, situation or surrounding just for what it is, beautiful, the associated emotion decreases.

Is emotion bad then? Now, that is another story

Power of the Question

Now , if I were you boss and you asked me for a raise, I would say "No".

"What ?", "why?", " ...  I don't believe it ... ", is this not  most of the time the natural response or reaction that we have when we ask for something ? When we ask for something and Life return the answer, "Yes, I acknowledge your request to get more money." Full Stop. And you are now bewildered to learn that you do not get the good things owed to you.

No who owes you, the good stuff I mean ? Is it your boss, maybe your church or community? Maybe Life itself ? Now, ask yourself, "Why?", not "Why ... me ...", no Why did the good stuff not come your way ?You asked in a very clear and understandable manner, what you wanted and it did not come. Why ?
The why-me question is the question of a victim, and as you would slowly get to know me, bit by bit, you would realize that I do not believe in victims, the only place where you can claim victimhood, is in the essence of your choice, more specifically, your question. what am I rambling about ? Well, the only victim is not one of circumstance, environment and or surroundings, but only of the self. You created or assisted the co-creation for a specific experience the moment of Now, to have taken place. How can I say, the inevitable took place, to let a mother drown her baby a man rapes a woman an person mugs another, and then claim, or even dare claim, that I had something to do with that? So my rape is my fault ? My injuries is my doing?

I most definitely answer yes. Did you listen to that small voice inside that does not scream, but whispers in the wind? The one to tell you to take the long road home, the one that told me to go home earlier, that hunch I had to call that distressed mother and said I'll do it tomorrow ...

The only Being you can ask something of is Yourself. Whether you follow a certain religion, cult or sect, a community spirit or a formal bible study group. The question lies in Your worthiness.

Now review your inner most feelings and ask me for a raise again, maybe now, you will understand my answer.

Giving while Earning

The old legend of giving a person a fish, they will eat for a day, but teach them how to fish, the will live a life. Ok, ok, I changed it a bit, but still, there is a giver in all of us.

Now on the other side of the coin there is of course the con artists and "takers" that believe that there is not enough in the world and they will do anything to take what you have, even dishonestly robbing the old lady pension to make a buck and with the rising sun, will disappear as mist before the sun.

Now, in my gentle years on this planet I have come across schemes, man they are full of ... well you know what, but yet I still sense that people, young and old, rich and poor, middle class or otherwise still wants to give. Everybody that I talked to, specifically giving, all agree, in whatever shape or form, they like to give. Whether you help a friend in tough times by opening your home and Giving a bed, or a brother or sister that is down in his luck and still has not realized that they hold the key to their ability to give, or whether it be the guy on the corner standing with a hollow hand, hoping to inspire you with their plight of desperation. It does not matter how you Give, but rather that you do.

Now, the intension of Giving is of course the important bit, if we give and feel that we want something in return. There is no Giving. Once asked my brother about investments or trading on the stock market and his reply was simple, yet profound; " ... If you can't go out right now and give that amount that you want to invest to the first person you meet on the street, in cash and then walk away not missing that money, you are ready to invest (Give) ... "

Now, thinking about Giving is simply a transactional exchange of energy, not a mystical plight of meta physical meaning, but simply that. You are giving your energy (time, money and or effort) to another that needs upliftment and in exchange you accept gratefulness, gratitude or a simple thank you. Have you Gived and almost felt lighter, warmer and almost could not wipe the smile of your face after you Gived ? That is your portion of the exchange.

Now as said earlier I have come across some schemes in my day. But recently I came across a plan to reward you for giving and in the same transaction give to the charity or purpose of your choice. How does that work? Well, I am currently busy formulating a presentation for you, I though this was one of the best "schemes":that I have come across that is actually a win-win situation.

Come back soon and I will give You the link.

When is it enough

The strange thing about Faith, no not the religious kind, but more the faith that resides in ourselves, allow us to endure the most horrible undertakings and even in some cases the amount of awfulness in our surroundings and situations, we always somehow know that things will eventually get better.

Now what is that, we tend to look at things, almost in a sense that they can do whatever they think to do, but we will eventually just Be OK. In so many instances that I have read about torture in military war situations and the survivors (please note the selected word, not victims), the detainees tend to survive will endure the most horrifying treatments, on whatever is inside them, but the strange thing is that those people seem to grow stronger as the inevitable reacher closer.

We all saw the images of natural disasters, planes that fall out of the sky, even when 9/11 struck, we looked and when I spoke to people about the incident, I sensed not grief nor sadness, but hope. The one element of our survival that we can just not quantify, nor can be bottle it. But yet we all possess it. And we all know, we can not run out of it.

Coming back to faith, we believe in ourselves, in our community, our people, our traditions, our culture and above all in our survival. We know we will be OK. And come hell or high water we will look upon ourselves and see that thing we can not explain to our neighbor, but yet we do not fear, because they sense it too.

And with that we believe All is Well.

The Color Black

It amazed me the other day, when I started thinking about black, how much emotion and value is added to the color black. Some people think of it as a evil, dark (opposite to light), cool, maybe power ?
But now the thing that you have to remember is what does the color black mean to You ?

Aah, the questions again from this crazy man, how we hate to ask what questions mean to us. Damn, we want to look elsewhere for the answer, we do not know it, right?
Remember the power lies in the correct question, never in the answer!

But after asking a lot of questions of myself regarding the color black. Yes, I too have questions regarding life and the life beyond site sometimes; But after not finding the answer that feels right to me, I approached a friend of mine, explaining the concept of color, more in terms of physics, rather than the visual, basically the frequencies of the various colors as we see it today. That did not quite seem to fit either.

I went forth and try to look from a polarization's point of view, I mean opposites to again review black. I mean all the years I can remember I had a strong resonating ability to dark colors and more specifically the color black. Black cars, suits, shirts, shoes, I like it. But black the opposite of white answer just didn't fit. And the other night I was watching the old movie Michael, you know the one where he is the archangel and in one scene they played a word game, where he asked  the  opposite of white. Now that is black, yes? But the answer was "no light".

I then went to old trusted Google to find the color black in terms of quantum physics, meaning probability. I should find at least a theory there, but again struck by failure, I just couldn't find anything that seems to fit just right for Me. I grant all the clever people in the various scientific fields that they are extremely clever and knows quite a lot, but there answers didn't feel right, not wrong either, but almost as if there is more to find, aaah, yes, it became a quest!

Then I came upon this article, more spiritual in nature that explains the chakras or energy centers of the body and a link from there showed colors, well naturally I moved there and try to discover my beloved black. And there is it was, "Black is the color of stillness". Immediately relieved in realizing my adventure was over. That I truly resonate with. I drifted back to those night dives in Larnaka on that old stripped clean and abandoned wreck, looking up, hovering on your back an seeing the moonlight shine through the surface, you could just Be ... still

Restraining Relationships

Now, what can I say about the weekend gone by, "wow" could be one word.
It is strange when you think of a mirror, that the simplicity of a mirror is the one that allows for the best tool of learning. Now, as a good friend of mine always says, "Pain is the best Teacher". Although I do not always agree with that, the lesson of this weekend was quite profound and I must admit, it stung quite a bit!

Why do we limit ourselves? You might say, " ... but I can not do that, get the specialist ... ", or " ... I have tried it before, I can not do it ... ". We don't think about the amount of limiting thoughts that we have in one single day, how much we limit ourselves.
Now considering the amount of soul mirrors we have available to us, it is almost amazing to hear people say, " ... but I just didn't know ..." or " ... I didn't see this coming ... ". We tend to look elsewhere especially when things get a bit close to home and we almost "ignore" the possibility that this is the very message that is actually meant for us.

Now, I try my very best to do the opposite, and I will be the first one to admit, sometimes ... it is extremely hard and damn painful at times. Now the weekend gone past I had the opportunity to visit with family and as usual arguments did play a significant role. Just to give you a bit of background, we were never taught to sit in the back of the bus, we were taught to have an opinion. Nobody was more important than the other. I still remember the first time I brought my ex-wife to her first Sunday lunch, she sat there almost dumbstruck and dropped jaw at the amount of dialog that is running simultaneously between the family members. It is almost as if the amount of noise is similar to one of the battle scenes from Braveheart.

But as we had our usual rowdy discussions, there was a time when a noticed that the amount of limits that was put on relationships was astounding. So, customary, I moved to a more solitary place for a couple of moments and asked the powers that Be, " ... where am I limiting the relationships in my life ? ". As you probably guessed, no answer, but it bugged me greatly so I kept at it for about five hours, not continuously, there was a lovely Sunday lunch prepared you know.

As the evening fell, I came to the realization, that the limits was being set inside myself. I was limiting myself, my own worst enemy! No there we go, what now. After some time late into the night and lots of coffee, I got to the point of "I am not worthy". My questioned my own self worth, that was the essence. I did not believe I can own a million, billion or even a trillion bucks. No Ferrari, no beach house, no island of my own, I was telling the big great void, I do not want abundance. Well, call that a slap in the face!

This morning  I vowed to counter any "negative" thought or word or action with a small mantra of " ... I am worthy ... ".

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A New Start

After months of agonizing of what is the new direction I should implement in my business. Well after reviewing the comments and suggestions from friends, family, inspirational individuals and generally people that just email me out of the blue, I took a hard, new look at my way of thinking, doing a lot of introspection to see that my ego is not inhibiting my own as well as the general direction of my business.

So I looked at the things that play a significant role in my life and I came to the realization that I am concentrating too much on business and not enough on people.
So what about people? What is the things that is concerning me about people?
The thing I picked up is the attraction to the femininity in us, not only in women, but in all of us.

I sensed the possibility of us are constantly denying our femininity, in guys we tend to label the other males to ensure that we "push" the other down, almost from a place in ourselves that power reigns free and instead of rising to the impossible heights we can, we drag the other down to our level that is a mere illusion.

We are all equal and there is nothing we can do to change it.

In the female sex, it is almost the same where a soft and gentle soul, allows us to move again to a "dominant" position, to a place we lift ourselves, where we don't belong. Not because we can't or it may be wrong, but rather a place where we shouldn't be. And we know it. That's it! We know what is the thing to do, but yet we don't.

We are so focused on being strong, being fast, better anything we can do to prove our superiority! Maybe we should move slower, listen more, be more patient and just being, nothing more.