Command your mind, or it will be commanded for you.
We can see how well it’s working for humanity by observing the collective.
Too many busy growing implanted seeds of chaos.
Pluck them from the mind. Plant seeds of your choice, not what this matrix gives you.
Pull the weeds in your garden of consciousness.
“Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love.”
The “Living Bread” to me, is the connection, relationship, and love. It’s not the literal “eating” of the flesh, it is “becoming” the flesh by becoming “Amadeus”.
God’s love. Amadeus is a masculine name of Latin origin meaning “loved by God” or “love of God.” It is derived from the Latin words amare “to love” and Deus meaning “God.”
Amadeus, being a lover of God, and loved by God, is gender neutral.
Essence of my essence. Flesh of my flesh.
The world will be a better place, for you and me, just wait and see!!
Think of your fellow man
Lend him a helping hand
Put a little love in your heart
You see it’s getting late
Oh, please don’t hesitate
Put a little love in your heart
And the world will be a better place
And the world will be a better place
For you and me
You just wait and see
Another day goes by
Still the children cry
Put a little love in your heart
If you want the world to know
We won’t let hatred grow
Put a little love in your heart
And the world (and the world) will be a better place
All the world (and the world) will be a better place
For you (for you) and me (and me)
You just wait (just wait) and see, wait and see
Take a good look around
And if you’re looking down
Put a little love in your heart
I hope when you decide
Kindness will be your guide
Put a little love in your heart
And the world (and the world) will be a better place
And the world (and the world) will be a better place
For you (for you) and me (and me)
You just wait (just wait) and see
People, now put a little love in your heart
Each and every day
Put a little love in your heart
There’s no other way
Put a little love in your heart
It’s up to you
Put a little love in your heart
C’mon and put a little love in your heart
You’ve got to put a little love in your heart
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Jackie De Shannon / Jimmy Holiday / Randy Myers
Put a Little Love in Your Heart lyrics © Emi Unart Catalog Inc.
Not This Time ….
[Intro: En Vogue + (Maxine Jones)]
Ooooh, bop…
No, you’re never gonna get it (ow!)
Never ever gonna get it (no, not this time)
No, you’re never gonna get it (my love)
Never ever gonna get it
No, you’re never gonna get it (ow!)
Never ever gonna get it (not this time)
No, you’re never gonna get it (my love)
Never never gonna get it
Ooooh, bop…
Verse 1: Maxine]
I remember how it used to be
You never was this nice, you can’t fool me (Ooooh, bop…)
Now you talking like you made a change
The more you talk, the more things sound the same
(Ahh…)
[Pre-Chorus: Dawn Robinson]
What makes you think you can just walk back into her life (Ooh, oh oh oh)
Without a good fight? (Ahh…)
I just sit back and watch you make a fool of yourself (Ooh, oh)
‘Cause you’re just wasting your time, oh
[Chorus: En Vogue + (Maxine)]
No, you’re never gonna get it (not this time)
Never ever gonna get it (my lovin’)
No, you’re never gonna get it (had your chance to make a change)
Never ever gonna get it
No, you’re never gonna get it (not this time)
Never ever gonna get it (my lovin’)
No, you’re never gonna get it (had your chance to make a change)
Never ever gonna get it
Ooooh, bop…
[Verse 2: Maxine]
Now you promise me the moon and stars
Save your breath, you won’t get very far (Ooooh, bop…)
Gave you many chances to make change
The only thing you changed was love to hate
(Ahh…)
[Pre-Chorus: Dawn]
It doesn’t matter what you do or what you say (Ooh, oh, oh, oh)
She doesn’t love you; no way (Ahh…)
Maybe next time you’ll give your woman a little respect (Ooh, oh oh)
So you won’t be hearing her say, no way
[Chorus: En Vogue + (Maxine)]
No, you’re never gonna get it (not this time)
Never ever gonna get it (my lovin’)
No, you’re never gonna get it (had your chance to make a change)
Never ever gonna get it
No, you’re never gonna get it (not this time)
Never ever gonna get it (my lovin’)
No, you’re never gonna get it (had your chance to make a change)
Never ever gonna get it
No, you’re never gonna get it (not this time)
Never ever gonna get it (my lovin’)
No, you’re never gonna get it (had your chance to make a change)
Never ever gonna get it
No, you’re never gonna get it (not this time)
Never ever gonna get it (my lovin’)
No, you’re never gonna get it (had your chance to make a change)
Never ever gonna get it
Ooooh, bop…
Interlude: Maxine]
Yes sir
I give to the needy, and not the greedy
Mmhmm, that’s right
‘Cause you see, baby (Ooooh, bop…)
When you’re locking, you’re losing
And I’m out the door
(Ahh…)
[Pre-Chorus: Dawn]
It doesn’t matter what you do or what you say (Ooh, oh oh oh)
She don’t love you; no way (Ahh…)
Maybe next time you’ll give your woman a little respect (Ooh, oh)
So you won’t be hearing her say, no way
(And now it’s time for a breakdown)
[Break]
Never gonna get it, never gonna get it
Never gonna get it, never gonna get it
Never gonna get it, never gonna get it
Never gonna get it (woo-woo-woo-woo)
Never gonna get it, never gonna get it
Never gonna get it, never gonna get it
Never gonna get it, never gonna get it
Never gonna get it, never get it
(You bet) BOP!
(You bet) BOP!
(You bet) BOP!
(You bet) BOP!
[Outro: En Vogue + (Maxine)]
No, you’re never gonna get it (sweet lovin’)
Never ever gonna get it (sweet lovin’)
No, you’re never gonna get it (my lovin’)
Never ever gonna get it (my lovin’)
No, you’re never gonna get it (sweet lovin’)
Never ever gonna get it (my lovin’)
No, you’re never gonna get it (sweet lovin’)
Never ever gonna get it (my lovin’)
No, you’re never gonna get it (not this time)
Never ever gonna get it (sweet lovin’)
No, you’re never gonna get it (my sweet lovin’)
Never ever gonna get it (my sweet lovin’)
If you use other people’s praise to increase your self-worth
You are likely to use their blame to decrease your self-worth
Your self-worth is between you and yourself
Not what others say to you
You are afraid that others will not love the real you
So you changed yourself and hope they will love this new you
Oh dear
This is a fear-based behavior
You are trying to find love with fear
And the Great Mother said:
Come my child and give me all that you are.
I am not afraid of your strength and darkness,
of your fear and pain.
Give me your tears.
They will be my rushing rivers and roaring oceans.
Give me your rage.
It will erupt into my molten volcanoes and rolling thunder.
Give me your tired spirit. I will lay it to rest in my soft meadows. Give me your hopes and dreams.
I will plant a field of sunflowers and arch rainbows in the sky.
You are not too much for me.
My arms and heart welcome your true fullness.
There is room in my world for all of you, all that you are.
I will cradle you in the boughs of my ancient redwoods and the valleys of my gentle rolling hills.
My soft winds will sing you lullabies and soothe your burdened heart.
Release your deep pain.
You are not alone and you have never been alone.
~ Linda Reuther
Art by Lucy Campbell
www.lupiart.com
SHE On The Tip Of Her Tongue
A Mystic woman is a Wild Creature. She is made. She is deliberately forged by something Mysterious. She is created for a purpose. She spends all her life seeking, for there is nothing else worth doing. She peers and gazes until she falls from the edge of the world, and into the next. Over and over. Each time she returns, she is a little different. What she sees must change her. She dies every day. She is reborn in every moment. Can you even begin to fathom the terror and the faith commanded from such a Being? Can you even begin to understand what such a life can do?
Don’t date a mystic, if you want the safe life you might have. If you are comfortable and cozy, stay away. Whatever you have built around yourself to create comfort: it cannot stand in the blazing fire of a Mystical woman. She is no trophy. She is no bodily pleasure-maker. She is the seer of Souls. She is the womb that Births the Divine into the flesh and bone of matter.
She doesn’t mean to burn your village to the ground, but she has seen what you are meant to Become. You are not a peasant sheering sheep, as you have thought. You are a King dressed in rags who has amnesia. It is her assumption that you have come to be Reborn. If you haven’t, turn back now, while the world you know still exists.
If she touches you, and all the voices on the wind go silent, if you feel you are in a snow globe when you embrace her, she is your destroyer. She will destroy the false idol you see in the mirror. She will smash it open because it is your prison. If you wish to stay there, she will shatter you another way. She will leave. A mystic may not for long engage with that which is too small for her, unless she is nurturing a seedling into its destiny. But the seed must be capable of fulfilling it’s own potential.
The Mystery, in it’s very nature, must show you what has never been seen, never been written, never been known, because before you were forged, it was impossible. The arts of women have been called the dark arts for too long, and they are the keys to infinity. Infinite form. Infinite being. Infinite life.
If your dreams are not filled with the slidest longing of Mystery, you might better leave, because a mystic will see things that are invisible to you. She will feel things that you cannot feel beneath the layers of numbness you have wrapped yourself in. She will call upon your true self, your real Soul, and she will sing it down into you, into herself, and life will never be the same.
— Alison Nappi
Artist: Jamie Gordon Fine Art Page
Many of us are like this couch. Top of the line quality leather and construction. Cold, elegant, unwelcoming even on its own, even tho It be impressive.
We cover ourselves in that which brings comfort and warmth. An inviting and friendly area offering a seat, a wrap in a cozy home-made blanky, with pretty pillows.
What else does the cover do? I protects from scratches, from anything “sticking” to it, and also it prevents debris from getting under the cushions.
This is what the feminine offers the masculine. A warm embrace. He is sturdy and strong under all that warmth, built to last.
We must ask ourselves, how do we feel about this union? Are we willing to pair, with respect, allowing the warmth and cozy to be supported by the firm and lasting?
Or will the blankets be stripped and thrown in a closet for whenever they are “needed”?
I’m sad because the warm and cozy had to become firm and strong. Being tossed aside until needed forced many to reach beyond the inner pull, becoming their own foundation.
Hopefully the past will offer brand new relationship qualities, better, stronger, more resilient, in the upcoming Kingdom Unions.
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