"and when we can get our
heavy hearts to love lightly
this house of cards will become a home"
unknown artist
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
lost and found art
song lyrics for you all who want lyrics. play with this!!
verse 1.
come take my hand
where will we sit
your hand in mine
is such a good fit
(chorus)
where will we go
when all is said and done
I will be there if we can
finally have some fun
verse2
I know you have felt one level of release
let's keep going
and increase the inner peace
(chorus)
verse 3
Human consciousness has the potential
for infinite bliss
I will tell you now
you don't want to miss this
verse 1.
come take my hand
where will we sit
your hand in mine
is such a good fit
(chorus)
where will we go
when all is said and done
I will be there if we can
finally have some fun
verse2
I know you have felt one level of release
let's keep going
and increase the inner peace
(chorus)
verse 3
Human consciousness has the potential
for infinite bliss
I will tell you now
you don't want to miss this
in each moment 1 and 2
1.
we keep irregular hours so will you
throw that blanket on me
sleep will come as daybreaks
some rather older type emotion shakes
shivers from my spine
you tell me
everything will be fine
I tell you
Don't listen to the words after wine
wine hits and misses
does not replace hugs and kisses
skipped the chapters
like forever after
to be more and more in each moment
become a decent and modest owner
of this sacred life I lead
nobody in the front or
back of the line knows how we plant a seed
until fingers in the ground
dirt damp solid lost and found
we will not all be gardeners
we will partake of abundance
we have green thumbs
and useless ones
and damn if I could remember
each longing from December
without the winter chill
we wonder what will remind us
of true seasons
when on the spirit of earth
we committed treason
mother take us home
grandmothers grandfathers
ascended ancestors we need you now
here and now
we need you now
2.
As I write I learn
thoughts aching to burn
have always turned here
to this place inside
and nobody feels it
the way you do
the way I do
all specific to you
please let kind words flow from me
please let the wind know and the earth too
please let the fire see all that I knew
I am done with words but they are not done with me
they want so badly to pour in a formation that
all can see
put together so many pieces of me
to get us where we can
really be free
lets get us so we can really get free
we keep irregular hours so will you
throw that blanket on me
sleep will come as daybreaks
some rather older type emotion shakes
shivers from my spine
you tell me
everything will be fine
I tell you
Don't listen to the words after wine
wine hits and misses
does not replace hugs and kisses
skipped the chapters
like forever after
to be more and more in each moment
become a decent and modest owner
of this sacred life I lead
nobody in the front or
back of the line knows how we plant a seed
until fingers in the ground
dirt damp solid lost and found
we will not all be gardeners
we will partake of abundance
we have green thumbs
and useless ones
and damn if I could remember
each longing from December
without the winter chill
we wonder what will remind us
of true seasons
when on the spirit of earth
we committed treason
mother take us home
grandmothers grandfathers
ascended ancestors we need you now
here and now
we need you now
2.
As I write I learn
thoughts aching to burn
have always turned here
to this place inside
and nobody feels it
the way you do
the way I do
all specific to you
please let kind words flow from me
please let the wind know and the earth too
please let the fire see all that I knew
I am done with words but they are not done with me
they want so badly to pour in a formation that
all can see
put together so many pieces of me
to get us where we can
really be free
lets get us so we can really get free
Useful now
I am on a brand new page
I have delivered a rainbow rage
no my last name was not always Sage
Inventions grow like weeds
not all need to be watered
at times they can just go back to seed
what is a weed anyway
if you cannot ask the purpose
through a thorough investigation
through the process of experimentation
and evaluation
people
this is how we learned to sustain ourselves
and no matter how you identify
this is what we must try
my focus breezes past those who are stuck
thinking the so called leaders will work all this out for us
we must liberate ourselves
strategically, consciously
our work is never done, and for that
may we give thanks
I have delivered a rainbow rage
no my last name was not always Sage
Inventions grow like weeds
not all need to be watered
at times they can just go back to seed
what is a weed anyway
if you cannot ask the purpose
through a thorough investigation
through the process of experimentation
and evaluation
people
this is how we learned to sustain ourselves
and no matter how you identify
this is what we must try
my focus breezes past those who are stuck
thinking the so called leaders will work all this out for us
we must liberate ourselves
strategically, consciously
our work is never done, and for that
may we give thanks
Monday, September 21, 2015
Orchid and Gray- Play (2 scenes)
Dark Orchid and Light Slate Gray
Melodrama and Part Prose
Scene 1: Big field, multi colored roses
Melodrama and Part Prose
Scene 1: Big field, multi colored roses
Orchid: In the cool of the darkest evening
I spent my collection of stars
desperate for answers
I threw into the black pool of night water
a million tiny questions
only to find that nothing
could come to me, that was not already destined
to come to me.
Gray: But you change your mind several times a day, you used to love
the law of attraction concept. How will you receive what you
say you want if your heart and mind keep moving, how will
anything you say you want stick to such a quickly moving
target?
Orchid: So, you think this is just a complaint, Oh how sorry I am.
You always say you're not the complaint department
and what have I done, have I crossed a line
drawn in the wet sand, the dry sand blowing away our intentions
leaving us with only the moment?
well, take your moments with you I guess, since I am only
announcing loud brash noises into your temple.
Gray: You jump to conclusions to quickly. I was never implying I cannot hear you
only that the poetic power of your thoughts and desires be the ones that truly lead you
not anyone or anything you may choose to replace or destroy the originality of your
quest and the place you could land if you wished.
Scene 2: Back porch of a country side home.
Gray: As we sit, I am more and more aware that our feelings have only deepened. I still
cannot call you my love, say I love you after all these years. I still cannot hold a candle
to the beauty when what calls me to speak about is the pain. Why do I convert good
memories to silt, to the soil below and then cover myself in all that we did wrong?
Orchid: No, no, really you weave in whatever flies into your fancy mind and become
your own enemy, just as you warn me not to become mine. Are we too similar?
Or as some suggest, are we from different planets? I assimilate to your moods
and am rewarded most often with indifference.
Gray: So that is how you see this, so that is how you feel. I know what I must do.
(Character stands, turns to face away from other person, takes a few steps toward the edge
of the porch )
(Scene Finished)
Scene 3.
Scene 2: Back porch of a country side home.
Gray: As we sit, I am more and more aware that our feelings have only deepened. I still
cannot call you my love, say I love you after all these years. I still cannot hold a candle
to the beauty when what calls me to speak about is the pain. Why do I convert good
memories to silt, to the soil below and then cover myself in all that we did wrong?
Orchid: No, no, really you weave in whatever flies into your fancy mind and become
your own enemy, just as you warn me not to become mine. Are we too similar?
Or as some suggest, are we from different planets? I assimilate to your moods
and am rewarded most often with indifference.
Gray: So that is how you see this, so that is how you feel. I know what I must do.
(Character stands, turns to face away from other person, takes a few steps toward the edge
of the porch )
(Scene Finished)
Scene 3.
Sunday, September 20, 2015
True Story: Involves two of my Beloved Ancestors.
What color am I ?
Flower and Stilt- Short Story
Flower and Stilt had been married for over 45 years. They made two children together, a boy and a girl.
Like many families, this one had their struggles. Yet, overall, they had much happiness together. Each of the four of this small family was intelligent and compassionate. Each of the four of them had skills and talents respectively.
One day, after the boy and girl had grown into adults and left Flower and Stilt to enjoy retirement, which they really did, there was an incident that brought waves of many feelings and insights to the elderly couple.
Stilt was driving the car and Flower, as usual was in the passenger seat. At one point, when Stilt had been slowing down or had stopped, a man with a gun pointing at Stilt, told him to let him in the car, so, having no choice, Stilt allowed that.
Fear surged through his body, and his most prominent thought was that he hoped as hard as he could hope that Flower would not be harmed. He did not know it in the moment, but her huge fear at the time was that he would be harmed.
As they drove in tense, frightened silence, the man with the gun decided to speak.
How long have you been married? he asked. Stilt told him that they had been a couple for over four decades.
The man may have asked more questions which each elderly person did his or her best to answer.
At one point the man asked Flower what "color" he was.
She replied, calmly, "I don't know, sir."
He said, "That's right, we are all the same color here!!" Nobody disagreed.
Finally, the man requested that Stilt pull over. He did, and the man, who had taken their wedding rings, offered to give them back.
He says, "You probably want these back, don't you?"
They both agreed they would like them back. So he gave back what he would have stolen, and told them he wished they were his grandparents.
As he was leaving, Stilt offered to give him 20$. Now this was a whole lot more money in those days and I imagine Stilt offered it so that next time the man would just take a taxi. But the man refused to take his money, and left them to their shaken up, and relieved states.
Flower passed away before Stilt, but I am confident that the veil separating the living and the dead involve pacts that the living make with the dead and if Stilt ever wanted to find Flower again, he would. Their love for each other and their qualities too abundant to miss mean that they will be loved into the next world and on and on.
May the man that met these two on his path find his way to the merciful grace awaiting him after the human suffering has gone from his breath.
Flower and Stilt- Short Story
Flower and Stilt had been married for over 45 years. They made two children together, a boy and a girl.
Like many families, this one had their struggles. Yet, overall, they had much happiness together. Each of the four of this small family was intelligent and compassionate. Each of the four of them had skills and talents respectively.
One day, after the boy and girl had grown into adults and left Flower and Stilt to enjoy retirement, which they really did, there was an incident that brought waves of many feelings and insights to the elderly couple.
Stilt was driving the car and Flower, as usual was in the passenger seat. At one point, when Stilt had been slowing down or had stopped, a man with a gun pointing at Stilt, told him to let him in the car, so, having no choice, Stilt allowed that.
Fear surged through his body, and his most prominent thought was that he hoped as hard as he could hope that Flower would not be harmed. He did not know it in the moment, but her huge fear at the time was that he would be harmed.
As they drove in tense, frightened silence, the man with the gun decided to speak.
How long have you been married? he asked. Stilt told him that they had been a couple for over four decades.
The man may have asked more questions which each elderly person did his or her best to answer.
At one point the man asked Flower what "color" he was.
She replied, calmly, "I don't know, sir."
He said, "That's right, we are all the same color here!!" Nobody disagreed.
Finally, the man requested that Stilt pull over. He did, and the man, who had taken their wedding rings, offered to give them back.
He says, "You probably want these back, don't you?"
They both agreed they would like them back. So he gave back what he would have stolen, and told them he wished they were his grandparents.
As he was leaving, Stilt offered to give him 20$. Now this was a whole lot more money in those days and I imagine Stilt offered it so that next time the man would just take a taxi. But the man refused to take his money, and left them to their shaken up, and relieved states.
Flower passed away before Stilt, but I am confident that the veil separating the living and the dead involve pacts that the living make with the dead and if Stilt ever wanted to find Flower again, he would. Their love for each other and their qualities too abundant to miss mean that they will be loved into the next world and on and on.
May the man that met these two on his path find his way to the merciful grace awaiting him after the human suffering has gone from his breath.
Saturday, September 19, 2015
surrealist jokes
How many surrealists does it take to screw in a light bulb?
To get to the other side.
Or, I ask you, how many surrealists does it take to change a light bulb?
Two, one to hold the giraffe, and one to put the clocks in the bath tub.
To get to the other side.
Or, I ask you, how many surrealists does it take to change a light bulb?
Two, one to hold the giraffe, and one to put the clocks in the bath tub.
Friday, September 18, 2015
Interfaith Understanding: Overview
Split the Labor of the
Children:
A Manifesto for Interfaith
Understanding, in 2 short Chapters
Overview of Two Chapters
Chapter one:
1. Manifesto Poem
2. Commentary on the Poem – Intentions
for Bridging Communities
Chapter two:
1. How does transformation of culture
happen? How can we hold tight to our visioning and be effective in making
lasting cultural transformations?
Chapter one: The
Manifesto Poem
“Split the
labor of the children”
Can I trace my fingers along the route of your pain
promise I won't tell
against the window pane
you are so insane
Italy, Switzerland, Germany, France
Into the Americas and laundry machines?
reactive revolutions
poverty versus material wealth
split the labor of the children
into factories and laboratories
you take the eyelash butterfly kisses on the cheek
I will take the tantrums and the attitude
you take the good behavior
and confused wandering looks
I will take the shame of her blood on
You take the clutter
I will take the mess
I could listen for hours
and frown at your shoelaces
because I learned on Velcro
the younger are all about TIVO
I hated waiting in line
I hated when adults watched over
to see if I would tie the laces
in correct bows
Bow Ties Don’t Matter
my election year is all about
the emancipation of the elements
the stories begin in trattorias
they begin with the Sioux
fry bread on the reservation
and poisoned water
they begin with tragedy
leathered skin and buffalo breath
they begin at the end.
you know what, my Muslim brothers?
My Christian brothers? My Buddhist Brothers?
My Jewish brothers?
Female body parts have names. Female body parts are never generic.
they have color, identity
that do not fit in a photograph or a song
or any form of media you water
her down into
for convenience, some way
to take her with you
without taking her with you
without knowing her
without touching the essence
of her, though you thought of her,
arousal was imminent.
you want to leave now, my Muslim brothers
my Christian brothers and all the other ones
who claim female bodies signify lesser beings
further away from spirit
without really touching her essence
but oh, how you explored her body.
Oh, how you explored her flesh.
And you may have thought she was
satiated. You may have thought
satisfaction occurred all around
and around you and her.
without touching her essence
with direct connection
to the ways in which she is divine
you have not even skimmed a surface
of what is possible inside
the spirit vessel
that formed
a female identity
While your Abrahamic interpretation
taints her like a dirty background to your
male perfection and absolution
paints her like a distraction
on your road to completion
sexual completion
religious completion
this is false sight my brothers
this is false teaching
my brothers
for within her is
the lamp lit for
the unspeakable types of pain in human existence
and you might not even know to look
she might not know where to point
inside, where to point inside?
anatomy is the empty shell of our skeletal mirror
it shows nothing beyond the first one or two dimensions
we are multidimensional beings
society banks on the fact that
women and certain others
do not find their worth, their light, their inherent power
their remembrance of the breath in
breath out
is what it all comes down to
we can teach more, give more, love more, laugh more
break the molds handed to us, if we are taught
how we
are not defined by the form we take
my brothers
this is the law
laid down at a beginning
we cannot grasp
Can I trace my fingers along the route of your pain
promise I won't tell
against the window pane
you are so insane
Italy, Switzerland, Germany, France
Into the Americas and laundry machines?
reactive revolutions
poverty versus material wealth
split the labor of the children
into factories and laboratories
you take the eyelash butterfly kisses on the cheek
I will take the tantrums and the attitude
you take the good behavior
and confused wandering looks
I will take the shame of her blood on
You take the clutter
I will take the mess
I could listen for hours
and frown at your shoelaces
because I learned on Velcro
the younger are all about TIVO
I hated waiting in line
I hated when adults watched over
to see if I would tie the laces
in correct bows
Bow Ties Don’t Matter
my election year is all about
the emancipation of the elements
the stories begin in trattorias
they begin with the Sioux
fry bread on the reservation
and poisoned water
they begin with tragedy
leathered skin and buffalo breath
they begin at the end.
you know what, my Muslim brothers?
My Christian brothers? My Buddhist Brothers?
My Jewish brothers?
Female body parts have names. Female body parts are never generic.
they have color, identity
that do not fit in a photograph or a song
or any form of media you water
her down into
for convenience, some way
to take her with you
without taking her with you
without knowing her
without touching the essence
of her, though you thought of her,
arousal was imminent.
you want to leave now, my Muslim brothers
my Christian brothers and all the other ones
who claim female bodies signify lesser beings
further away from spirit
without really touching her essence
but oh, how you explored her body.
Oh, how you explored her flesh.
And you may have thought she was
satiated. You may have thought
satisfaction occurred all around
and around you and her.
without touching her essence
with direct connection
to the ways in which she is divine
you have not even skimmed a surface
of what is possible inside
the spirit vessel
that formed
a female identity
While your Abrahamic interpretation
taints her like a dirty background to your
male perfection and absolution
paints her like a distraction
on your road to completion
sexual completion
religious completion
this is false sight my brothers
this is false teaching
my brothers
for within her is
the lamp lit for
the unspeakable types of pain in human existence
and you might not even know to look
she might not know where to point
inside, where to point inside?
anatomy is the empty shell of our skeletal mirror
it shows nothing beyond the first one or two dimensions
we are multidimensional beings
society banks on the fact that
women and certain others
do not find their worth, their light, their inherent power
their remembrance of the breath in
breath out
is what it all comes down to
we can teach more, give more, love more, laugh more
break the molds handed to us, if we are taught
how we
are not defined by the form we take
my brothers
this is the law
laid down at a beginning
we cannot grasp
Commentary on
Poem: Intention for Bridging Communities
I use this poem as a teacher of
Interfaith values, because it states in no uncertain terms what the false sight
and false teaching is about women.
This must be addressed in Interfaith
settings due to the history and current damage done by what I have identified.
This can be a very touchy and controversial topic. The claim I make is far
reaching. I call on the brothers of all the mainstream faiths, and others if
they will tune in. The centuries’ old painful and destructive religious mistake
made over and over has sent messages out into the crowds of people that God is
somehow invested in a sexist, strange gender hierarchy that men are always at
the top of.
If there had been resistance to this
horrifying and inaccurate message, all that resistance has essentially been
stomped out, often violently and repeatedly and consistently. In place of
whatever folk tales and indigenous stories that almost universally contain more
gender balance than Judeo Christian and Islamic faith teachings, we have been
given the map to self - destruction and daily self-desecration.
The undoing of what has been done to
a huge part of the human psyche will take some real effort. I see my poem as an
offering to the fates that carry us through whatever gates we may find, from
this suffering world of false sight and false teaching, to a place, or to
different worlds even, that render us renewed, healed, whole and overwhelmingly
at peace. If I can feel this and dream it awake, I know it is just and real and
possible as this current place of quite the opposite, chaos and confusion as
the normal experience.
Thursday, September 17, 2015
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Bury my heart at wounded knee, By Buffy Saint Marie
Lyrics
INTRO:
Indian legislation on the desk of a do-right Congressman
Now, he don't know much about the issue
so he picks up the phone and he asks advice from the
Senator out in Indian country
A darling of the energy companies who are
ripping off what's left of the reservations. Huh.
1.
I learned a safety rule
I don't know who to thank
Don't stand between the reservation and the
corporate bank
They send in federal tanks
It isn't nice but it's reality
chorus:
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Deep in the Earth
Cover me with pretty lies
bury my heart at Wounded Knee. Huh.
2.
They got these energy companies that want the land
and they've got churches by the dozen who want to
guide our hands
and sign Mother Earth over to pollution, war and
greed
Get rich... get rich quick.
chorus...
3. We got the federal marshals
We got the covert spies
We got the liars by the fire
We got the FBIs
They lie in court and get nailed
and still Peltier goes off to jail
chorus...
4.
My girlfriend Annie Mae talked about uranium
Her head was filled with bullets and her body dumped
The FBI cut off her hands and told us she'd died of
exposure
Loo loo loo loo loo
chorus...
We had the Goldrush Wars
Aw, didn't we learn to crawl and still our history gets
written in a liar's scrawl
They tell 'ya "Honey, you can still be an Indian
d-d-down at the 'Y'
on Saturday nights"
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Deep in the Earth
Cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee. Huh!
Indian legislation on the desk of a do-right Congressman
Now, he don't know much about the issue
so he picks up the phone and he asks advice from the
Senator out in Indian country
A darling of the energy companies who are
ripping off what's left of the reservations. Huh.
1.
I learned a safety rule
I don't know who to thank
Don't stand between the reservation and the
corporate bank
They send in federal tanks
It isn't nice but it's reality
chorus:
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Deep in the Earth
Cover me with pretty lies
bury my heart at Wounded Knee. Huh.
2.
They got these energy companies that want the land
and they've got churches by the dozen who want to
guide our hands
and sign Mother Earth over to pollution, war and
greed
Get rich... get rich quick.
chorus...
3. We got the federal marshals
We got the covert spies
We got the liars by the fire
We got the FBIs
They lie in court and get nailed
and still Peltier goes off to jail
chorus...
4.
My girlfriend Annie Mae talked about uranium
Her head was filled with bullets and her body dumped
The FBI cut off her hands and told us she'd died of
exposure
Loo loo loo loo loo
chorus...
We had the Goldrush Wars
Aw, didn't we learn to crawl and still our history gets
written in a liar's scrawl
They tell 'ya "Honey, you can still be an Indian
d-d-down at the 'Y'
on Saturday nights"
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Deep in the Earth
Cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee. Huh!
Saturday, September 12, 2015
reaching you
take the path less traveled.
take the path of beauty.
take this path
right before you
each step appearing
flashing golden
silvery rainbow
you stand before
the greatness
the path
of beautiful reverence
the path of
every day magic
unfold
before
you step
you take the path
of integrity
of wholeness
of sharing the goodness
the greatness with those
who have always felt
cut off from grace
you let it shine from your face
with every intention of
allowing it to bounce off your
beaming light show
into them, those you don't even know
because you know
inside they will quiver
when shown mercy
they will bow
when they find out how
you did it all
for the greater good
for the time that stands still
and how when we tune into the
frequency we truly seek
we turn the other cheek
we don't have to wait till the end of the week
to get this compensation
take the path of beauty
the walk of compassion
the driving force of hope
teaching those in need how to cope.
walk this path
with me
walk this path
if you want to see
everyone
getting free
no exceptions
walk this path with me
if you agree.
take the path of beauty.
take this path
right before you
each step appearing
flashing golden
silvery rainbow
you stand before
the greatness
the path
of beautiful reverence
the path of
every day magic
unfold
before
you step
you take the path
of integrity
of wholeness
of sharing the goodness
the greatness with those
who have always felt
cut off from grace
you let it shine from your face
with every intention of
allowing it to bounce off your
beaming light show
into them, those you don't even know
because you know
inside they will quiver
when shown mercy
they will bow
when they find out how
you did it all
for the greater good
for the time that stands still
and how when we tune into the
frequency we truly seek
we turn the other cheek
we don't have to wait till the end of the week
to get this compensation
take the path of beauty
the walk of compassion
the driving force of hope
teaching those in need how to cope.
walk this path
with me
walk this path
if you want to see
everyone
getting free
no exceptions
walk this path with me
if you agree.
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
Transformation through Forgiveness
In the 1960's, they said, war is over, if you want it. if you want it to be over, it is. Now, that is an oversimplified statement by some folks who had probably smoked something that made them feel wise. Here in 2015, wars still exist.
So, when the dust settles and the smoke clears, leaving us with our own thoughts, how mixed up with different layers and intentions we find they are! We all have that going on, some of the time at least.
So, when the dust settles and the smoke clears, leaving us with our own thoughts, how mixed up with different layers and intentions we find they are! We all have that going on, some of the time at least.
Peace has many components. It is not simple or boring! One of the greatest enemies of peace in our hearts, communities and in this world is that folks think peace is just sitting still, saying mantras or prayers and not DOING anything.
Peace makers, who really understand that without justice there will never be peace, without eliminating exploitation know there will still be those who rage against injustice, and are right to do so. Peace for those who have what they need and then some, is not peace for all. Peace, prosperity and justice are so totally and utterly intertwined I cannot imagine someone trying to take them apart.
For this exact reason, I have developed the 7 steps for the Prosperity movement. We all need concrete steps to take toward the world that I argue, MOST of us really want.
People ask me how the currency aspect will work. I have some ideas about that, ones that can be modified to fit the best model to be implemented for each self defined community. I ask that if you are first coming to this kind of visioning and want to understand how it could be manifested, first think of it this way.
If you have a bank account, if you have a wallet, you have probably put currency in these containers and taken it out to buy what you wanted or needed. Here a flash of truth, that currency USD, yen, Euros and so on, is entirely made up.
Since it is made up, our gaps between the wealthy and the poor throughout human history are made up. The suffering created by greed and prejudice and so on has been such a part of our psychological make up as people, that we have been essentially trained to think inside of these made up conditions for suffering.
Delving further into this mess, some of the healing we need to do on individual levels and on the group level, is transformation through forgiveness. Anxiety and other types of pain around poverty and the violence that can come with poverty are encoded in the DNA of many, many people. This DNA level of pain is carried in folks of a myriad of different backgrounds and cannot be ignored much longer.
Many of our ancestors did not go through what many of them went through so that we, their descendants can create negative situations over and over, making the same mistakes previous human societies have made. We need to evolve past those mistakes and we need to enlighten ourselves and awaken ourselves to the temporary nature of the physical world including what money can buy and do.
Once we begin to wake up around these tender places, we will be able to transform our lives and our planet in ways most of us have not thought was possible. When we forgive ourselves, for every and anything, we change the spiritual temperature of our existence. We introduce compassion. When we forgive each other, not because the person or group deserves or does not deserve this, but because the process of forgiveness and the results of it are so desirable, we literally change our world, our interactions our transactions.
We think we have been trapped, that the anger and bitterness of old pain and suffering will always suck us in.
We are not trapped. We are on the brink of permanently getting free from that which does not sustain humanity and respect the animal, plant and spirit worlds. We are so close to it, some of us can almost smell or taste it.
This long needed alternative requires a shift from what we know, from our comfort zones. Growing pains will happen. But I promise, if we stay focused on goals that serve the highest good, the rewards from this work will be beyond what we can imagine, in a powerful, loving, centered, profound way.
I urge you to stay with me as the changes we will make, mind, heart, body and spirit begin to take hold. We are at an incredible crossroads.
Love yourself, every crevice and part of your body. Love other people, give them space, respect their boundaries. Dig deep for the compassion we need. I am with you and will update soon!!
1. Create Currency
according to need not greed. A certain amount of agreed upon currency that
lasts a lifetime is in place for Every human birth.
2.
Regarding all those who live below the poverty level, they receive an amount to
last them a lifetime, and can be resupplied if the currency was spent on any
sort of help or treatment for anything at all that is hurting the person.
3.
The few limitations put upon these amounts for all in need or who want the
benefit of this new currency, must agree to let go ALL weapons of War. Guns,
swords, battleships, Air Force, Navy, and all Military paraphernalia will be
melted down or otherwise transformed into useful items that promote life,
beauty, health and all manner of good and blessed things. We cannot keep peace
and prepare for war.
4.
The prosperity's revolutionary aspect maintains the stance that military
pacifists are at the forefront of this movement. Our financial abundance and
potential happiness as humans depends closely upon the end of WAR as we know
it.
5.
The community organization and main template connect directly to the Planetary
Healing Arts Enterprise.
6.
Any person receiving this currency may have need for a specific kind of healing.
7.
This could be a call for massage, surgery, eyeglasses, knee braces and
treatment for any ailment out there. All is covered by the enterprise,
and it is worldwide, covering therapy, physical or emotional.
Saturday, September 5, 2015
1. Time and 2. Blazing
we are running out of time
by running away from time
running faster than time
we need to slow down
catch up to ourselves
a soul sick people
lunging at each other
grabbing at the air
boasting handfuls of nothing
locked apart into boxes of race and gender
false symbols surround us
staring through blank empty eyes
from so many news outlets, media darlings
who still rages against
the sorriest excuse for a culture
we built the systems that work against us
we can tear them down
we built institutions that imprison us
we will tear them down
my spirit will not rest
until we awaken
trace the lines of your face
know your ancestors are with you
in every place
we have to slow down
heal what has been broken
listen for what has yet to be spoken
"blazing"
He seems to have stolen
genuine pieces of my emotion
with his eyes
for some kind of private stash
he stole it but equally I gave it
his brokenness more apparent with each
self revealing story
and intensity
that could burn holes into a person
blazing from his gaze
why always these wounded ones
I want to take into my flesh
as if that is the answer
to the silent screaming questions
he pounds the floor with his fist now
asking and yet unaware
how his kiss
is filled with past addictions
tangible to me
I call on all my strength in reserve
just in case
because who knows? I might need it
He does not even want
the sweet sincerity exuding from me accidentally
and it sounds all melancholy but it is truth
pouring into a river unto itself
deep beneath the currents of
surface conversation breaths
breathing seething
what else can I do?
making all these sounds and moves not connected
to anything
trying what feels old and too familiar to me
like melancholy
by running away from time
running faster than time
we need to slow down
catch up to ourselves
a soul sick people
lunging at each other
grabbing at the air
boasting handfuls of nothing
locked apart into boxes of race and gender
false symbols surround us
staring through blank empty eyes
from so many news outlets, media darlings
who still rages against
the sorriest excuse for a culture
we built the systems that work against us
we can tear them down
we built institutions that imprison us
we will tear them down
my spirit will not rest
until we awaken
trace the lines of your face
know your ancestors are with you
in every place
we have to slow down
heal what has been broken
listen for what has yet to be spoken
"blazing"
He seems to have stolen
genuine pieces of my emotion
with his eyes
for some kind of private stash
he stole it but equally I gave it
his brokenness more apparent with each
self revealing story
and intensity
that could burn holes into a person
blazing from his gaze
why always these wounded ones
I want to take into my flesh
as if that is the answer
to the silent screaming questions
he pounds the floor with his fist now
asking and yet unaware
how his kiss
is filled with past addictions
tangible to me
I call on all my strength in reserve
just in case
because who knows? I might need it
He does not even want
the sweet sincerity exuding from me accidentally
and it sounds all melancholy but it is truth
pouring into a river unto itself
deep beneath the currents of
surface conversation breaths
breathing seething
what else can I do?
making all these sounds and moves not connected
to anything
trying what feels old and too familiar to me
like melancholy
what we do- from 2005
this inexplicably
begs to be seen and known
clamors to be known by more than me
that for a mere nothing you stare back at me
like a loving innocent child
that for reasons I cannot name
I love you
being in love, the repetition of days on our skin
you leaking from my gorgeous dreams
you are better in a fantasy I admit
you can be harsh and then you calculate gentle
somewhere
is there a place where we end
or we are such rivers
each given to a necessary flowing
crashing against shores is what we do, is part of us
that you have precise beauty
even as I stand alone
without you, stardust across my cheeks
wanting you
wanting those moments to return
I lose my voice as we crash into waves
of unfolding
this internal river
the one that speaks
when we die too much
live too much
breathe and keep going
always rivers we become
because there is no place we end
the mouth of the river
and the endless timeless
truth of it all
the fire is not so
is not the same, it takes what can burn
so we are just this
tears, water from your past
making a present that is not
quite
bearable.
begs to be seen and known
clamors to be known by more than me
that for a mere nothing you stare back at me
like a loving innocent child
that for reasons I cannot name
I love you
being in love, the repetition of days on our skin
you leaking from my gorgeous dreams
you are better in a fantasy I admit
you can be harsh and then you calculate gentle
somewhere
is there a place where we end
or we are such rivers
each given to a necessary flowing
crashing against shores is what we do, is part of us
that you have precise beauty
even as I stand alone
without you, stardust across my cheeks
wanting you
wanting those moments to return
I lose my voice as we crash into waves
of unfolding
this internal river
the one that speaks
when we die too much
live too much
breathe and keep going
always rivers we become
because there is no place we end
the mouth of the river
and the endless timeless
truth of it all
the fire is not so
is not the same, it takes what can burn
so we are just this
tears, water from your past
making a present that is not
quite
bearable.
"thirsting" from 2005
this woman
is of a green world
sliding into tomorrow
and yesterday was a refuge
world of grey material
tree blessing thirsting for movement
struggling like branches against the wind
no romantic endings
just a perpetual beginning
attach no strings to her
hold her in no invisible chains
coming back to a darkness not to be feared
to a place created by a source
not unlike love
is of a green world
sliding into tomorrow
and yesterday was a refuge
world of grey material
tree blessing thirsting for movement
struggling like branches against the wind
no romantic endings
just a perpetual beginning
attach no strings to her
hold her in no invisible chains
coming back to a darkness not to be feared
to a place created by a source
not unlike love
more where that funny came from.......
How many times is it appropriate to say "what?" before you smile and nod
because you still do not understand what they meant
why do psychics have to ask your name??
warning, the consumption of alcohol may cause you to think you can sing.
a bank is a place that will lend you money if you can prove you don't need it
on the other hand, you have different fingers
some drink at the fountain of knowledge. some just gargle
hard work never killed anyone but why take the chance?
Going to church doesn't make you Christian anymore than
standing in a garage makes you an automobile.
I have had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this was not it.
If ignorance is bliss, why aren't more people happy?
If you cannot be kind, at least be vague.
one tequila two tequila three tequila FLOOR
3 religious truths:
1. Jews do not recognize Jesus as the Messiah.
2. Protestants do not recognize the Pope as their leader.
3. Baptists do not recognize each other at the liquor store or at Hooters.
because you still do not understand what they meant
why do psychics have to ask your name??
warning, the consumption of alcohol may cause you to think you can sing.
a bank is a place that will lend you money if you can prove you don't need it
on the other hand, you have different fingers
some drink at the fountain of knowledge. some just gargle
hard work never killed anyone but why take the chance?
Going to church doesn't make you Christian anymore than
standing in a garage makes you an automobile.
I have had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this was not it.
If ignorance is bliss, why aren't more people happy?
If you cannot be kind, at least be vague.
one tequila two tequila three tequila FLOOR
3 religious truths:
1. Jews do not recognize Jesus as the Messiah.
2. Protestants do not recognize the Pope as their leader.
3. Baptists do not recognize each other at the liquor store or at Hooters.
Thursday, September 3, 2015
What you have all been waiting for, an Article or Post on Cheating!!
I would like to start by saying this: most of what people have learned about love and relationships are toxic. The rest of it is neutral or good. It comes down to that!
Much of what we, regardless of background or common ways we identify, have seen are highly dysfunctional models of communication, when it comes to sexual and or romantic dynamics.
I will skip all the reasons and statistics and so on that have led us to where we are, because those things are not the most important pieces to have on hand when it comes to improving ourselves and our sexual and romantic lives.
The conditions that led societies to create love dynamics around heterosexual marriage and giving birth to at least one child are no longer with us. The conditions we live in now, actually dictate that we become more conscious and aware of when and why we procreate, not simply because the human population is way to large for and disrespectful of the earth.
As we evolve as humans, and choose to question the social norms and expectations once we reach adulthood, we may have come to our own conclusions. We may have experienced sex as a truly great force or we may find it is greatly lacking when it comes to what we truly want.
We go through phases where we feel pressured, either by our own idea of what we need to do, or by the other person who wants more than you want to give, or by society in general. The pressure from society on men is mostly to be sexual and to sexualize any given situation. The pressure on women to be sexual, ready to have sex and yet maintain a distance or provide a challenge for a man is really just a game handed to us by terrible media and awful expectations that nobody should have to live up to.
All that said, we have to now reckon with the idea of cheating. If you have developed a sexual bond with another human, by sleeping together, of course, there are inevitably the flare ups of possessive feelings that happen, on one side or on both sides. If you slap a label on this generally layered and complicated reality, that does no good at all, in keeping them tethered to you. They will stay or they will go, depending on reasons they may or may not be ready to share, or even due to reasons they have no idea how to explain or express.
Many people are in phases where they are somewhat at the mercy of emotions or even blocked emotions that dictate their actions around sex and the possibility of love. I encourage anyone thinking about these phases or considering what I am truly saying, to ask themselves, is there such a thing as cheating? Is there such a thing as stealing someone away?
The only way this idea of cheating and stealing people would apply is if the person who strays from the sexual or love bond has no idea what or why they are doing, and even if that is the case, which it almost never is, it falls under a category of love and sex as tools for ownership, tools for a trade.
Love and sex are not about ownership. They are not up for grabs. They involve many human tendencies, the tendency to be disconnected from our bodies, or to be fully present, or to be semi present, or to deny and suppress needs and desires that are too scary to put words to.
This is all part of being human, male, female, transgender and so on.
Since we must evolve, or die trying, let us ease up on this antiquated and unhelpful idea of cheating, and ownership. Instead, may we seek ownership over our own abilities and practices that liberate us each and every one, defining this liberation, from me to you, from him to her, and so on, until our sexual and romantic lives shine with the manifesting light of what can be, not what they have been.
In the spirit of Love, Truth and Transparency,
Juliana
AKA Imaya
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