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The Appointed Date With Music
We evade many things in our lives. We postpone,decline,procrastinate,diminish and deny but music will be no man’s mistress. We must eventually answer the call!
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The Beauty of Trash
It is easy to discard things; to cast them out without want or wander. It is just as easy, if not more so, to accumulate clutter with little or no regard for the significance or shadow it bears. Have you ever once stopped to consider why you possess so much stuff? And, even more important, why after you’ve grown tired, weary, or simply disinterested in the object, you cast it aside without having contemplated or measured its proper relevance in your life. Think back, when did you acquire the thing? Under what circumstances? Why, on that particular day were you so captured by its radiance, peculiarity, or necessity? Then, in a moment of decrease, decline, dismissal, you decided just as easily that it had no further value to you so you threw it away. When, why, how, and for what intent did it fall into the category of dishonor? How can anything come into your life so easily and then slip out so unstudied? Stuff just does nott appear in your life without a definite motivation on your part. Whether it be by your own hands or someone else, you are in some way connected to the stuff that shows up. You can learn so much about a person simply by looking at his/her trash. What’s in yours?
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The Definitive Angle
The solicitous angle from which we operate in our lives determines the roads we choose when traveling. Some of us like challenges. Some of us don’t like to be bothered with too many details. Some of us like the hidden mystery involved in irresolute problems. Some of us like the emotional drama attached to believing we can move mountains. Some of us are clueless. No matter how we approach the various situations in our lives, we hardly ever deviate from the proposed angle which guides us.
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The Music Room
Music is the secret we must all evolve into! Art is the music of one’s soul. We are born artists with the designated need/desire to connect and express our innate yearnings. To stifle that which is creatively instinctive is worse than dying a slow torturous death.
Music/art/drama arise out of an whirling instilled divine energy flow: a sacred sexual vibrating swirling force which will and does find its exact defined manifestation. Distort, retard, or cripple it and man is no more than a starved savage beast.. -
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The Road To Authenticity
We all follow the path laid before us. One step at a time, we walk the road to authenticity. Do we ever know what lies ‘just around the corner’? No. We’re not supposed to. We are to place one sole in front of the other until we tire, then we rest. No need to worry needlessly. Because we are able to stand and move, we are able to stop and kneel. Victoriously, we infer: The outcome is without a ‘lust of result.’
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The Sacred Sexual Artistic Womb
That which is the source of all erotic pleasure is also the concave of human despair. We bring forth sacred life and then, refuse to let go of our artistic creations. All creative endeavors are hallowed and bring forth with them the sovereign right to be free of our self-imposed condemnations, opinions, criticisms, and self-vested ideas of what ‘they should or should not be, do or have become.’ Release what you create in celebrated joy so that it may live uproariously!
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The Unveiling
Never trust your eyes to reveal the truth! Your eyes betray you all the time. You must look with your ears and listen with your eyes.Layers upon layers of pretense cover the essence when not exposed to the sun of experience. Live fully without a leaching need to impress.
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The Yellow Leaf
Sometimes, we inadvertently end up in places where it seems like we don’t belong. But, nothing could be further from the truth. We are always ‘placed’ in situations where we learn from the experience of the specific circumstance and surroundings. IF we try to apply logic to the unlikely event, our defining processes will fail us. No one can say why things happen as they do, but the fact that we end up “wherever we are” is enough to sustain and support the ‘yet to be’ divine purpose.
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This is That
A change of venue is always occurring. “To be where one’s feet are” while unmoved in the midst of the whirlwind of chaotic confusion and migrant transfusion requires a volatile irreparable stillness. This is That!
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Town Meeting
Nature has a way of communicating its secrets to those who will listen. One must ‘pay attention’ to the the seemingly insignificant and irrelevant things that transpire in the run of a day, if you want to partake of the mysteries she unfolds.
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Tree of Eve
We did NOT fall from grace. We fell into it! WE are naked; stripped of our plans, ploys and plots. We have descended in order to ascend beyond what we were before. Neither are we without the definitive expression of celestial love. Divorced from the hideous ability to cow and cringe, we stand tall in our choice to experience it all: raw and real! Death does not frighten us, in the least. WE are endowed with two highly charged emotions {grace and love} which are eternally, cosmically powerful consuming vibrations. We understand and accept the responsibility that, like the burning bush, we are not able to look upon the true face of our pitiful dependent, whining selves and live. We live, move, breathe and have our being in these exalted states, realizing they are experimental realms needful for exemplary Earth existence. With grace and love, we reside in total detachment, steadfastness, and independence. We do not crave the attention or comfort of another. We KNOW we abide in continual perfected resolution, ineffable beauty and passionate delight. We are experiencing a delirious manifestation of human form as a divine vehicle of inexplicable rapture. Sublime, sensual, sacred, sanctified sexual Desire is what propels and sustains us; without it, we are pretty much inert vessels.
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Tree of Tears
All of life weeps at one time or another! In the rooted depth of our most sorrowful times, the limbs of that unforgettable pain are knotted and twisted in our hearts and minds. At the precise moment disaster occurs, we have no idea how, when or whether we’ll even survive the torrential torment of emotional loss. But, somehow we do manage to survive. Almost as a revealing monument sanctioned as an incurable testimony of our enduring strength of divine will. The Aged Weeping Willow reminds us how it bends through the various trials, tribulations, tests, times of grief associated in those horrendous whirlwinds of continuous change. The magnificent gracious beauty befittingly astounds!
