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Soul Gold
What does it mean to be entitled? Entitled to what? By whom? Where? When? How?
We are entitled to a life of inexplicable unfolding mystery in the making. We are entitled to a mind capable of the most astounding feats. We are entitled to share who we are each moment authentically as we meet ourselves without reservation. We are entitled to the pain, loss, and disappointment associated in defeat and desperation. We are entitled to rise above the most devastating of circumstances. We are entitled to grow, evolve, expand above and beyond our wildest expectations. We are entitled to surprise ourselves by releasing fixed ideas we hold about ourselves and others. We are entitled to experience the gold found within our soul in constant unending illumination. We are entitled to create and share art! -
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Sound of Intent
What does it mean explicitly to become conscious of ones own inner workings (motivation)? Its a hallowed sacred deal but its inadvertently sexual, in nature, in a tenaciously raw sense. It means not to be identified with the outer activity (the various so called results from persons, life situations or specialized events) in ones life. It means to be so core-focused so that the electrified stream of divine intent pierces the nucleus of that “still small voice’ inside of you which never errs. Oh! How frivolously stated: as if we could automatically flip a switch and the anesthetized unconsciousness, {of which we all entertain while being alive} along with the subtle addiction/obsession/fascination, could/ would be so easily removed. Not so. But, not so difficult, either. To become conscious of the sound of intent which reside within, involves a crystal clear prayerful courageous pledge to oneself which involves desiring to wake up from a seep slumber into a dimension of unparalleled existence, not normally entertained, much less experienced. It’s NOT a raffle ticket experiment but it does demand that you realize you won’t be taking the currently accepted and familiar ‘you’ with you when you go.
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Space Accounted For
When one is too close to a situation, it is impossible to see what’s really taking place. One needs to back up, take another look, without the ‘glasses of emotional familiarity’ which so often blur the vision, in order to get untangled. When the whole picture is viewed from another perspective, often times, little things jump out like cold rain. It’s easy to miss the significance of inconsequential aspects when one is directly, intimately involved.
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Spiraled Healing
We radiate from the center by a combustible supposition of vibrating molecules of nuclear fusion. In essence, we keep collapsing in upon ourselves in order to expand. Without the apparent breaking down of ineffectual relationship systems, (whether biological, physical, environmental, emotional, financial, or spiritual) incapable of making the leap forward, our bodies appear to get sick, age and deteriorate. We are always in the process of evolving. One continuous movement of disjointed episodes working toward and contributing to the whole, our lives reflect the spiral of fragmented unified wholeness. .
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Stopping Point
Sometimes we face some ‘pretty hard times’ in our lives. We are abruptly forced to stop going in the direction we are currently headed. For one reason or another, our plans get fouled up or destroyed altogether. But, nevertheless ‘all things happen for divine reasons’ that are not obvious at the place where we experience them. Pain is the clearest indication that we are being reworked.
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Story of Walls
Much to our chagrin, we take for granted our surroundings which are energetically encased by walls. So busily engaged in whatever pursuit, we forget to notice the enigmatic closure surrounding us. Harboring and shielding us from the harsh elements of comprised reality, the interlocking intimacy they provide reaches beyond any other meaningful relationship we aspire to. They conform to our idiosyncrasies without complaint. Our insufferable moods and erratic behaviors are are absolved without question or comment Within these sacred walls-witnessing many diverse disagreements and elevated escapades-they hold us in the bowels of their protective provision, while we are formed and broken. Walls observe silently as commitments are sealed and others are dissolved. Stories of life, laughter and love are continuously absorbed, refracted and reflected. We need embrace their exquisite beauty, structure and form, as the vitally embalmed part of the living environment of our present bumbling endeavor. They whisper incalculable, unobtrusive, wisdom if we are humble and courteous enough to listen.
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Sublime Host
We are always the host of our own show. No one exceeds, diminishes or deflates us. Never can our lives be interferrred with by unregulated outside influences. We bloom for a season with full sublime fervor and then we are gone.
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Sublime Surge
To arrive at the pivotal point of awareness when all that is sustains us is without question or discernment unmistakably propels us to simply inhale and exhale liberally. The ineffable joyous realization associated with mindless unrestrained lustful sacred artistic living bars all comment or interpretation. WE need not embrace the surge of unrestricted sublimity but simply be totally saturated in the unbounded omnipotent glory of it!
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Subverted Charisma
Our motives are never pure! If, at any minute we deceive ourselves into believing they are, we suffer immeasurably through undisclosed discontent and unparalleled dissatisfaction. From that point on, we begin to build walls around us for protection. We misinterpret our own self-inflicted paranoia as a mal-aligned intent coming from another. We judge, criticize and condemn the smallest matters. We’re continuously on edge, refusing to see how insidious our demands are. The malicious face of pretense will catch us when we are the least bit aware. Most especially, when we honestly believe we are the ones without guile
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Sunset’s Refrain
No matter how brightly we shine, we must inevitably bow to the convergence of that which we can never fully understand or truly appreciate. It makes no difference how we pay homage to the inexpressible divine; we fall short in our attempts to show designated sublime gratitude for our existence. The best we can do is to authentically bring forth the essence of who we are {without hesitation, explanation, excuse, recourse, apology, or defense}, in honorable unknowable celebratory sacred recompense!
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Temporary Swirl
We all use various guileful ways, means and methods to conceal what is beneath. We do not feel at liberty to expose the inner ramblings of our perturbed thoughts for fear of being rejected by the convention of society’s demand for domestication. Although we adorn the outside as an attempt to influence, woo and allure, the masking apparel is but a feeble short lived submission to attain acceptance. What can not be wrapped is the only thing that is real and makes its indomitable presence felt!
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Terminal Predicament
We are all doing our time on earth! There are some of us who literally remain behind invisible bars all of the days of our lives. Then, there are those who are figuratively placed in confining jail cells, yet are more free than we. Why should this be the case? It shouldn’t. But, as long as we have a ‘lust of result’ we will remain locked up forever in the cell of expectation and outer validation. Freedom is NOT something imposed on us from the outside but experienced deep within the boundaries of our own creative minds. When not tied to outer circumstances and in need of the praise from others, we are truly liberated and content. That can be our terminal predicament of joy unspeakable of full of glory!
