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What Would You Say?

Published July 17, 2018 by tindertender

Photo by Aziz Acharki

If you knew that all life forms could hear one phrase you spoke, what would your message be?

All people, at one time or other, have longed for harmonious living. Differing cultures wish to see the teachings of past generations honored, held in high esteem. Every individual hopes for enough … food, water, sleep, beautiful sights, tender touch, compassionate understanding, even love.

Within each group of people are those who wish for power, and suffer from greedy hearts. They are willing to disrupt entire countries for this perceived power, throwing everything they touch out of whack, destabilizing whole systems, creating chaos … for it is in this chaos they find manipulation to be easiest. Are you able to recognize this?

What would you say to those groups who constantly stir up harm for others? Would you be able to remain calm, to be rational, to focus on the greater good? Would you be able to think of one thing that could benefit ALL life, not just your own? Could you fathom the power your intention would have, the benefit your calm suggestion would bring to the world?

Language … Just Words?

Published June 24, 2018 by tindertender

Person

Personal

Person-al

Personnel

Subtle … isn’t it?

Photo by George Kourounis

Who determined we would be called people, who are persons, who take things personal, and become ‘personnel’?

Why are we not called something else? Like for instance … saviors … who repeatedly do what we can to help others? Or … universal code bearers … who receive and share the messages from beyond this time and place? Or … magnifiers … who grow that which has been fostered in our being?

This will probably strike all kinds of chords in many, yet I feel that ‘people’ are much more than what we’ve been trained to believe. Our bodies and minds are meant for much more than becoming ‘personnel’ in this world … taking everything personal.

This life is so much bigger than what we’ve been told! The capacity!!!!!!! It is outrageous, HUGE!! And it has been reduced to this small insignificant rubble …. yet we know it is much more, which is why there is struggle to break free from these stories we’ve been given to live.

Honestly, if you had the task of renaming ‘people’ … the ‘persons’ of this world, knowing you are one of them … what would you call us?

The Non-Conformist

Published November 29, 2017 by tindertender

Breaking OutShifting color turns to amber, dense form. Ebony looks like licorice, I dare not bite … open end, raw connection. Tickle at end of nose, as if there were a hair there … but no … scent gone now.

Delicate movements, no spill, replenished supply. Formula for pleasure, lasts for a time, out of sight out of mind.

Where did the heat come from? I did not sense it at first. Black spots on white, stubborn, settled in, comfortable right where they are.

Who wears a red bow tie at night? Perky and stiff all at once. Images so dark, it is a challenge to lighten them, to brighten them, what will they become?

coherenceSlowly with downward motion, equally slow to rise … moving to and fro, settling once again. This makes no sense! What ever does? A strange convincing is what we give ourselves, master story tellers, awesome reality creators. Think ~ great surprises await.

Misfit phrases make beautiful lyrics for song. How many life experiences can one tune hold? How many memories, or current realizations?

Practice … practice releasing anything coherent, break open that cage of conformity, let it go. Standards and norms are not to be sought after. No cookies for the cookie cutter, the mold has been broken.

Oscar WildeHa, ha, ha, a chuckle rises from depths, laughing, silly nonsense. Imaginings of thoughts potential, mayhem?

Current bounces high coming to a point as it peaks and falls once again, rapidly. A slight, ever so faint smokiness develops … unseen, barely noticed.

Two circles, lopsided beauty they hold. Delicate remnants of the past, collected there and held as treasure.

Mired, or Mirrored … who knows. The mystery really isn’t a puzzle at all. Categories fall, they fail. New beginnings forming some day, a new end.

Purposeful opening to scattered remains of what began as a question never fully answered.

Fractal

Published November 28, 2017 by tindertender

Deer in blankets of snow, appearing cold, however warmth emanates from the scene. Fragments of pink and gray and brown lay heaped upon each other.

Level ground, or level anything, isn’t possible now. Only a swift learning of skill to jump from one height to another.

Fractal.jpg

Colored pencils sharpened and ready, sand near by to catch what falls. Bricks stacked one on the other, red, like an old barn, holding heat, holding memories.

Dry hands reach for sweet grasses pulling fluff from their tops. Years go by without thought, now, concern. Tensions from a high strung four legged one causes fights. Naughty … not nice.

Beckoning open door, slider on tracks full of leaves, bugs, spiders and dead bees. Damp ground, union with night, meshing with wings of the flying ones of shadow.

Tiles and boards, patterns and forms. Red lights in varying sizes. Ears peeled for the slightest sound, something lurking there.

Wind blows.
All fades away.
Sleep now.

Outer Calm, Inner Turmoil

Published October 20, 2017 by tindertender

As I sit, serene look upon my face, the inner talk and questions never cease, although you would not know it. I imagine it is the same with others. When I look at someone, curiosity arises, and I wonder if they have the inner conversations with self (or with whomever may be listening) like I do, and I wonder if they are curious if I do as well.

It enters my mind that someone out there hears, knows … my heart and inner intent very clear. I cannot seem to get the story of Mithras out of my mind.

Mithras

MIthrasMithra, friend, originating in India, was a god of light who was translated into the attendant god of Ahura Mazdah in the light religion of Persia, from there he was adopted by the Romans as their deity Mithras. Generally, he is not regarded as a sky god, but rather a personification of the fertilization power of warm, light air. According to the Avesta, he possesses 10,000 eyes and ears and rides in a chariot drawn by white horses.

In the dualistic Zoroastrianism, which effectively demoted him, Mithra, who represented truth, was concerned with the constant battle between light and dark forces. He was responsible for the keeping of oaths and contracts. He was born from a rock, according to legend, and engaged in a primeval struggle with Ahura Mazdah’s first creation, a wild bull, which he subdued and confined in a cave. The bull escaped, but was recaptured by Mithra, who slit its throat. The flowing of that blood gave plant life on earth. Ahriman, the power of darkness, is his chief adversary.

Mithra, though not generally worshiped alone, was an integral part of the Mithraic worship of Ahura Mazdah, where he acts as an intercessor between gods and men. In the Hellenic period he assumes more of the role of a sun god.

Hears All, Sees All, Knows All

Often we may believe that we are alone in this world, left to defend ourselves from all of the chaos that surrounds us. While it may appear to be true, I urge you to think on all of the ‘close calls’ you’ve had in life. Do you honestly believe they were only that, or do you believe you were actually helped through the experience? My thought is that many of you know you were assisted by that which you do not see.

The One with all authority needs no name, for this One is for all. Mankind has had so many ‘stories’ fed to it that it is difficult to shed these layers and see the actual truth, which is so simple, it is hard to grasp. Humanity has a habit of complicating everything it touches.

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