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Massive Attack ‘Karmacoma’

Sat, 11 May 2013 08:43:15 -0400

Massive Attack ‘Karmacoma’

Joe Rogan

Tue, 12 Mar 2013 16:01:49 -0400

Joe Rogan

A Love Story - The Love Story that is… DESTINO Dali and Disney...

Mon, 11 Mar 2013 15:52:35 -0400

A Love Story - The Love Story that is…

DESTINO

Dali and Disney collaboration of the 40’s

I had a discussion with a great master in Japan… and we were talking about the various people...

Sat, 09 Mar 2013 15:56:23 -0500

I had a discussion with a great master in Japan… and we were talking about the various people who are working to translate the Zen books into English, and he said, “That’s a waste of time. If you really understand Zen… you can use any book. You could use the Bible. You could use Alice in Wonderland. You could use the dictionary, because… the sound of the rain needs no translation.”

~Alan Watts

A small boy looked at a star and began to weep. The star said “Boy, why are you...

Sat, 09 Mar 2013 15:54:18 -0500

A small boy looked at a star and began to weep. The star said “Boy, why are you weeping?” And the boy said “You are so far away, I will never be able to touch you.” And the star answered, “Boy if I were not already in your heart, you would not be able to see me.”

~John Magliola

‎”How many times have you encountered the saying, ‘When the student is ready, the Master...

Sat, 09 Mar 2013 15:47:25 -0500

‎”How many times have you encountered the saying, ‘When the student is ready, the Master appears?’ Do you know why that is true? The door opens inward. The Master is everywhere, but the student has to open his mind to hear the Masters voice.”

~ Robert Anton Wilson

“Soul mates are brought together for a reason. All their lives...

Thu, 07 Mar 2013 16:21:23 -0500

“Soul mates are brought together for a reason. All their lives they have been preparing for each other. When they look back at their lives they will see a new purpose to actions they have taken. Their lives take on a sense of oneness equalled by no other. Oneness of purpose, ambition, and love which can be a beacon to others along their spiritual paths.” - Edgar Cayce

Artist :.:.: Lauri Blank :.:.:

We do not know it because we are fooling away our time with...

Mon, 04 Mar 2013 15:42:36 -0500

We do not know it because we are fooling away our time
with outward and perishing things,
and are asleep in regard to that which is real within ourself.

~Paracelsus

This is an excerpt of Robert Monroe’s “Journeys out...

Fri, 01 Mar 2013 08:00:33 -0500

This is an excerpt of Robert Monroe’s “Journeys out of the Body” books.

In this story, a woman is recounting one of her final OOBE. In the context, she has already left her body and is interacting with some of the other participants in her class.

“I was suddenly drawn by a powerful force to one room in particular — to one CHEC Unit in particular. It took me by total surprise, for the man in that unit was someone I didn’t know very well. In fact, he was the only one at the workshop I had never really had a chance to talk to. He was a young, good-looking psychologist, yet for some reason we seemed to be purposely avoiding each other.

All at once I had an all-knowing, as I seemed to float over him, that his vibrations were my vibrations. I had an overwhelming desire to meld, to feel a part of him — to become one. It was truly one of the sharpest and clearest of experiences.
I gave to him both my body and soul until there was this tremendous energy surge that rocked and exploded in us. It was an experience that is beyond words, for love, total and absolute, surrounded us more strongly than can’ be earthly experienced or imagined. The more I gave, the greater I received and I didn’t want to let go. I wanted to give him even more. It was like two energies in perfect unison becoming one at last. (I can remember thinking how physical sex paled in comparison.)
Memories of past lives together came rushing in like flashes of light. We talked in this state and I came to realize this experience could only have happened at the end of the workshop as it did, for each of us would have been distracted had we ‘met’ earlier on — perhaps hampering other growth experiences that week. There was a meeting of both our minds with this experience and I knew our meeting had been more than coincidence — it was predestined.
I truly experienced everything I asked for and more, and when I came down to the meeting room after the tape there was an unusual heightened energy where people seemed to be flying. I saw ‘him’ as I came down the stairs to join the group and he looked at me excitedly, ecstatically, as if something totally incredible had happened to him. I hadn’t said a word yet, as he quietly repeated a number of times, ‘Thank you. Thank you.’ I felt elated — I had made contact. We compared our individual experiences, making sure each of us was not coloring the other’s story. It didn’t matter — our stories fit like puzzle pieces, matching perfectly and interlocking. We both had also had the use of all our senses — the strongest being touch.
After this experience we were later reunited to share others together. We’ve been with each other for the past two years now — growing and loving together.”

“Each one of us is alone in the world. He is shut in a tower of brass, and can communicate with his...

Thu, 28 Feb 2013 16:11:29 -0500

“Each one of us is alone in the world. He is shut in a tower of brass, and can communicate with his fellows only by signs, and the signs have no common value, so that their sense is vague and uncertain. We seek pitifully to convey to others the treasures of our heart, but they have not the power to accept them, and so we go lonely, side by side but not together, unable to know our fellows and unknown by them. We are like people living in a country whose language they know so little that, with all manner of beautiful and profound things to say, they are condemned to the banalities of the conversation manual. Their brain is seething with ideas, and they can only tell you that the umbrella of the gardener’s aunt is in the house.”

—W. Somerset Maugham, from The Moon and Sixpence (William Heinemann, 1919)

I am a Tiger woman!

Sat, 23 Feb 2013 16:30:05 -0500

I am a Tiger woman!

‎”The destiny of every human being is to destroy the veil that hides his own...

Wed, 06 Feb 2013 03:50:32 -0500

‎”The destiny of every human being is to destroy the veil that hides
his own ‘Self.’ To realize this ‘Self’ means to realize God,
and to realize God is to realize one’s own ‘Self.’

~ Sri Anandamayi Ma ॐ ♥

I have no right to call myself one who knows. I was one who seeks, and I still am, but I no longer...

Fri, 25 Jan 2013 05:35:43 -0500

I have no right to call myself one who knows. I was one who seeks, and I still am, but I no longer seek in the stars or in the books; I’m beginning to hear the teachings of my blood pulsing within me. My story isn’t pleasant, It’s not sweet and harmonious like invented stories; It tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who no longer want to lie to themselves.

~ Hermann Hesse

Tears of sorrow caress me to sleep. In its calming touch my broken heart cringe. Each drop come to...

Thu, 24 Jan 2013 15:26:44 -0500

Tears of sorrow caress me to sleep.
In its calming touch my broken heart cringe.
Each drop come to liberate for the morning sun.

A very old one but one of the best kind : Sinéad...

Sun, 13 Jan 2013 12:55:52 -0500

A very old one but one of the best kind : Sinéad O’Conner - Nothing Compares to you

"I empty myself with light Until I become morning."

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 15:37:00 -0500

“I empty myself with light
Until I become morning.”

- Charles Wright, closing lines to “33” in Littlefoot: A Poem (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2007)

You

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 15:34:00 -0500

Uninvited, the thought of you stayed too late in my head,
so I went to bed, dreaming you hard, hard, work with your name,
like tears, soft, salt, on my lips, the sound of its bright syllables
like a charm a spell
Falling in love
is glamorous hell; the crouched, parched heart
like a tiger ready to kill; a flame’s fierce licks under the skin.
Into my life, larger than life, beautiful, you strolled in.
I hid in my ordinary days, in the long grass if routine,
in my camouflage rooms. You sprawled in my gaze,
staring back from anyone’s face, from the shape of a cloud,
from the pining, earth-struck moon which gapes at me.
as I open the bedroom door. The curtains stir. There you are
on the bed, like a gift, like a touchable dream.

—Carol Ann Duffy, from Rapture (Picador, 2005)

Rising

Sun, 30 Dec 2012 05:04:01 -0500

As it happens
I’m free
My heart floats down the
Street in a rivulet
Of rain

Barring anything
Unpleasant
It will silently slip into the
Ocean and like a
Little boat
Sail away to
China

Or perhaps
It will sink slowly
To the bottom where the
Ghosts
Of yesterday become
Tomorrow
Because

As it happens
I’m free and
Rising in the rain to that
Place where
Birds shelter during
Storms
Waiting
Just waiting
To fly

Michelle Dent

Somewhere...

Sun, 30 Dec 2012 04:41:23 -0500

Somewhere between

the horizon and my heart,

you dance on, love…

Your lithe languid limbs

whisper beneath the song…

Is that my heartbeat or

your sensual rhythm?

The music has stopped

playing now but..

Somewhere between

the horizon and my heart,

you dance on…

"Dich finden, ohne mich zu verlieren. Mich dir geben, ohne mich aufzugeben. Dich verstehen, ohne mich..."

Sun, 30 Dec 2012 03:34:38 -0500

“Dich finden,
ohne mich zu verlieren.
Mich dir geben,
ohne mich aufzugeben.
Dich verstehen,
ohne mich zu übersehen.
So könnte es gehen.”

- Hans Kruppa (Vielleicht so)