Choice

Published August 14, 2018 by tindertender

My arms swell with an energy that feels ‘stuck’. I stretch them up over my head, slowly lowering them. There is a release from the hands, it seems as though for a moment they disappear.

I listen to the above tune, sitting quietly. I think on the word ‘beautiful’. It is one of my most favorite words. B-e-a-u-tiful … It describes what we see, smell, taste and feel. So many things are beautiful. I long to see these things and acknowledge them in the world, for if the world truly is a reflection of me, then I long to see beauty in me as well … and so I search for it, I cultivate it in my thoughts and actions, I grow a garden chuck full of it, consciously, purposefully, intentionally.

A peaceful world IS possible. It simply needs to be fostered in the minds of humanity from birth, rather than what we’ve been doing … fostering fight or flight, dominate or be dominated, use or be used. Honesty and integrity must come before immoral, lust filled behaviors, surrounding sex and/or greed of any kind. Goals that include dominance of anyone or anything should never be developed … and will topple.

Look around, remember your own self as an innocent child … before pain was introduced as abuse or neglect. It is real, it was only stripped, and replaced by something else less savory.

School … training … it’s all a farce. It is meant to proliferate more of the same. A total revamp needs be. If people do not find within themselves capacity to flip this around, to reform what they’ve been programmed with and choose another way … it will have to be done for them. Of course, this is a last resort, much better for free will to come in and make these decisions consciously, wholly.

One way or another, these destructive ways will come to an end and life will try again.

Is the choice to be a willing participant in the creation of beauty and grace, or is the choice a flat refusal of releasing that which destroys?

Live by the sword, die by the sword …
Promote hate and fear, die with hate and fear …
Insist on chaos, live with chaos at the end of time …

Loveit wins.
Be a partner to it, or not.
The choice is yours.

 

Alchemical Mysteries

Published August 14, 2018 by tindertender

I, for one, will be purchasing Carl Jung’s book “Volume 13, Alchemical Studies”.

There is a formula here that can ease the issues we face today. It is important that we discover, and implement knowledge from past studies which can bring balance to practices of our current affairs.

http://thesis.honors.olemiss.edu/1014/1/Thesis.pdf

https://archive.org/stream/discoveryofmindg00sneluoft/discoveryofmindg00sneluoft_djvu.txt

https://issuu.com/revistadco/docs/nancy_allison_-_the_illustrated_enc

https://www.sciencehistory.org/distillations/magazine/the-secrets-of-alchemy

https://www.tandfonline.com/doi/full/10.1179/1745823415Y.0000000003?scroll=top&needAccess=true

https://www.alchemylab.com/history_of_alchemy.htm

https://www.tandfonline.com/doi/pdf/10.1080/00026980.2017.1412137

 

https://www.amazon.com/Alchemical-Studies-Collected-Works-Vol-13/dp/0691018499

 

https://explorable.com/alchemy

http://www.sufismus.ch/assets/files/omega_dream/alchemy_e.pdf

http://www.academia.edu/9234735/Carl_G._Jung_Vol_13_Alchemical_Studies

What do the Greeks know?

Published August 14, 2018 by tindertender

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Photo by Roman Mager

I keep coming up with a formula, which unfortunately disappears once awake … a situational, circumstantial concoction, subtract a piece of it and then blend in another.

There is a pattern which must be followed. A breaking apart and then a strategic putting together again. Something tells me the Greeks know what this formula is … will they share?

It has potential to mend all that is broken.

Open Doors ~ Enter, Or No?

Published August 13, 2018 by tindertender

How many doors are there to all knowledge? Is one forced to locate ‘A’ door? Pigeon holed into one line of entry? Or are there many doors, everywhere, all along life’s path?

Wherever we find ourselves on the journey, we will find, upon deep reflection, we are actually in the eye of the storm, standing smack dab in the middle of where all doors … and openings … meet.

Do you dare enter one of the doors? Or do you open them all and stand center, sending love and song and sweetness into each of them? Not really joining with, or meshing with any single room, or path, or group.

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Photo by Aziz Acharki

She spins right, wearing her white dress. Sparkles begin to fly off of her as she spins, entering the dark opening of each door. It’s as though a clear tube is surrounding all of them, and sliding down the walls of the aperture are golden streams, like water dripping down the outer edges. Darkness is behind, on the outside of this ‘tube’ yet these golden rivulets are reflecting light.

She stands in a circle of light and all of the doors seem to disappear, all except one large opening. It seems to open into darkness, but as she looks at it, it begins to glow slightly blue, ever so subtle in the dim, near impenetrable view.

The image changes to a sunset. The sky a pale blue as light fades. Silhouettes begin to appear. Buildings, hills, and anything that is abound the earth.

Hair like liquid gold, parted on the right. Gentle waves and a thin band across the forehead. Features delicate, beautiful … yet eyes are like icy laser beams. Your energy pushes against my middle and a sensation like … fear? … butterflies?

I wonder, your features say you are young, your stature small … yet there is no such thing as small is there? That is a word humans dreamed up after they stuffed themselves into a flesh suit. Reality … who are you really? Why are you pretending to be small when in fact you are so very large? Are you here to burn away my illusion? What if I’m not ready? What if I’m comfortable in the uncomfortableness?

Strange. I thought myself courageous, brave, and willing to face what is … yet this moment allows me to understand there is still fear embedded in the mind. It holds me back from walking through doors, from committing to anything … it keeps me remaining aloof.

One thing I’ve learned is that while patient, there is only so much of it (patience) that can be offered an individual. At some point, the comfortable will be pushed into discomfort, forced to stretch beyond that which they know. We’re compelled to face our fear, willingly … or kicking and screaming.

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Photo by KT

I think again about what nice means. I think to myself, it wasn’t very nice of me to yell at someone the other day. Fortunately for me, he forgives easily, quickly, and just lets it go like it never happened. Then on the other hand I know someone who refuses to even try to come to an understanding … about what? I do not know. I realize I’m swimming between two poles of experience with two different people. One who forgives and moves on, the other who refuses and fosters negativity, holding onto a grudge without explanation as to what it might be about. Two completely different reality’s, and me standing in the middle. Emotions pulled from one extreme to the other.

All of a sudden I consider many other things as well, and decide I’m just going to sleep. It isn’t easy knowing how small I am, living in this body, feeling how large I am should it be released. Not too thrilled about meeting the fierce, golden haired, girl like figure, for she looks and feels like she’ll cut someone clear to the soul, whether they be large or not.

Shifting Perspective, HERO’s Coming On

Published August 13, 2018 by tindertender

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Photo by Graham Holtshausen

I stare out at the ocean waves as the sun rises. I ‘self hug’ as I look out into the day. I do not sense you behind me, looking as I stand there, thinking. I wake from this dream and you are not there …

How is it a person can feel so alone all the while having so much support? Unnoticed, not sensed, this world having shut down our vibration to the point we are half numb.

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Photo by Daniel Chen

Some day I hope to come into union fully with that, and those, who are love. Highest and greatest good for all must always come first in the mind … if we cannot bring ourselves to consider this, then there is no possible way we can expect others to do the same for us. And it is sad today, because the latter is what has been. Let us shift perspective, shall we?

After intensive work in this area myself,
I wait … 

I hope we will meet in the middle soon, all hands reaching out, and all people coming together as one.

Playing With Fire

Published August 13, 2018 by tindertender

What do you do when you know the world is dying yet people all around you refuse to see it, and insist you are giving too much credence to ‘conspiracy theorists’? What do you do when they refuse to read the links for information, or tell themselves and others there is nothing that can be done about it?

It is tempting to give in, to give up to go along with the view that we may as well let the world die because we are ‘powerless’ … but I refuse. I cannot see a better way to spend the rest of my life than sounding the alarm. At least then I can say I tried, I did something.

I include links here for those things which threaten the planets eco-system, which in turn affects the health of ALL life. Is it possible for people to develop care for these things before it is too late?

Getting very real now ….

https://www.facebook.com/treesisters/
https://www.nationalgeographic.com/environment/global-warming/deforestation/
https://greenliving.lovetoknow.com/environmental-issues/effects-clear-cutting
https://www.biologicaldiversity.org/programs/public_lands/grazing/
http://www.fao.org/3/a-a0262e.pdf
https://phys.org/news/2018-08-geoengineering-blocking-sunlight-cool-earth.html
https://www.youtube.com/user/danewigington

http://faith-happens.com/the-dangers-of-cern-are-they-real/

 

Deep Love … & Possibility?

Published August 12, 2018 by tindertender

Blood and Muscle … this is where love is which touches deeply, yet there is another as well … how do we combine these two forms, increasing Loves output and input?

When it’s just ‘blood and muscle’ it lacks the spiritual union … We get so hung up on who wants who.

Imagine how beautiful love could be if it were both the physical AND spiritual. Could it ever be? And if so …

HOW?? Not as one but as two, behaving as one … isn’t this what it’s supposed to be? Who the hell knows any more, who ever did??

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