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Be Where Your Feet Are
You are exactly where you need to be for reasons you cannot see. You can be nowhere else except where your feet are planted. You are where you are because you are supposed to be there and nowhere else. Can you get with that? Your feet have brought you to this particular place in the here and now. Cannot run, cannot hide, cannot quit. That is not an option. This is it! You can be no other place, no matter what you would like to tell yourself.
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Before Santa’s Trip
We all have our jobs to do. Some know what they must do and do it well. Some know but resent it because they have never resolved themselves to who they are, including what it takes for them to fulfill their individual needs. Few, realize the beauty in their jobs as an extension of themselves.They see the liberating truth of their tasks as nothing but the actual joy it contains. Work is thy only true salvation. Santa knows this!
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Beneath the Bush
You are secretly showing the world one face while hiding the face of who you really are identified with on the inside. The inability to release old ways of pretense to move into uncharted ones is attached to the naturalness of learning how to be you without putting on a show to please. Will you dare stop yourself from doing and saying the things people expect you to say? Can you forfeit the chance to be seen a really NICE person? Do you have the courage to risk being labeled someone who doesnï¿¿t give a damn? You must answer these questions. You must find the resolve to make them a part of your everyday existence or remain locked in a world of private hell. Hide not your light beneath a bush. You are who you are because of who you are. No need to be defensive when you have nothing to defend. Come out; come out wherever you are…
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Bi-Sexuality
Human beings are innately sexual creatures! We thrive on pleasure and work hard to avoid pain. Our cleverly instituted devices to satisfy our deeply infused artistic yearnings generate experiences needful, vital, and nurturing. Be open enough to allow the sublime scared sexual artistic flowing thrill to merge without resistance. Layers upon layers upon layers disguise so deviously.
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Blast
Life is in reoccurring celebration. The unbiased cycles continue without our consent or approval. In order to ‘flow with the symphony of joy’, we need to creatively explode in spontaneous expression then move on to the next phase without looking back.
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Blind Love Slaves
We have absolutely no control over who will be attracted to. Our innate sensual desires are delegated and determined by an infinite photon ionic honing mechanism, (a sacredly solicited sexual device) which scouts the universe for the most compatible partner, as a perfect companion to create somewhat of a nuclear bonding and fusion. Look at it like a chain on chain reaction to convert into other elements more than what we were before coming together. On Earth,(to get the ball rolling) it is referred to as physical attraction! In other words, ‘an electro-magnetic nitrogen infused vibrational match suited for reasons beyond our present human minds ability to comprehend. So it goes that with the limited definition of understanding we possess as mortals; some of the most fated unions are: from the outset, doomed; others are so hypnotically bound, it would be impossible to severe the tie. None of it makes any logical sense, unless of course, we were able to pull astronomical knowledge from our galactic ancestral heritage as a star. Yes, I said star! A crucial concept-in all human relationships-is like stars which change, slowly, over time. We, like them, are basically clouds of interstellar gas and dust, which for a while, shine by our own light, created through the initial nuclear fusion of hydrogen in the cores of the relationships; then, eventually we run out of fuel and die. And, so it goes as part of our chemical mass makes its way back to unfathomable interstellar space. We are simply Blind Love Slaves doing what we have to do to pass the grade.
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Blues Man
Within each of us, a sonorous sound of refrain wales. The haunting memory of a sullen place of distinctive unfinished joy. To return. To return. To return.
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Brain Freeze Poverty
Do you have your ticket? Have you bought your seat? Are you ready to go? Have you been sitting on ready just waiting for the streamlined silver bullet of success to show up at your door step? The truth is: for all of our lives, we have been preparing and been made ready for the inevitable train that would carry us to this sort of glory. I am not talking about the hereafter, either. I am talking about the glory that is associated with pure unadulterated passionate artistic living, now!
What we have been so patiently waiting for, and, for some of us NOT so patiently waiting has arrived! Yes, it is here. Some may even say we have been waiting for our ship to come in. Well, fellas, the long awaited bow of the ship peaks over the horizon and guess what? We are sailing on it!
What? I think you left me at the harbor, Paula! Not so. It happens when we are not looking. Now, why do you suppose it happens like that? In a ridiculous way, we never even imagined or expected; a way so alien to us, we could not have possibly conjured it up? It happens because we are made ready to meet ourselves in our full unabated splendor! With each inexplicable incident that has ever occurred to us, we were being fashioned for the appointed slot.
Yes, I said we were sculpted to meet the multifarious, inexplicably talented, incorrigibly artistic and unmistakably generous and incredibly passionate person we have always been but never took the time to get to know. We were too busy trying to do anything else; that usually meant working on a j.o.b. (just over broke), to concentrate on what really mattered to us.
Most especially, negating the fact it mattered enough to share it with everyone else. When we spend so much muddling time, mindless effort and disinterested inclination to do what we THINK we need to do in order to survive, the tainted, blemished result is that we develop a mindset of poverty. A Brain Freeze Poverty, in fact, that starves and paralyzes us!
Did you get it? I am talking about devoting yourself to the great work of YOU, which means giving of yourself and your innate talent without attachment or desired outcome. It is the only portion of your life that matters. Your innate seed of purpose, while breathing the almost 80% nitrogen infused atmosphere, incorporating the unlikely venture, no matter what it looks like to others remains the only thing you can or ever will do to establish your necessary rhythm of subjective meaning. -
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Breaking the Barrier
Awakening occurs when we are least ready for it! The turning away from the insistence and decreasing need for that which is familiar and comfortable brings with it the onslaught of new images in consciousness which allow for the first authentic thought to emerge in our human bodies. Seeking security deadens us! We can no longer continue to blend into the woodwork with a pleasant slight waffle of routine supposed caring and generated interest. Unless, the blood pumps vibrantly,in our physical body, with a passionate throb of undeniable pulsating desire, the life we live is a ‘blow hard’ inert zombied plastic experience without any depth of awed-inspired character. Face it. Others in our lives, do!
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Brink of Insanity
Energetically artistically endowed creative human beings straddle the fence of the ‘sane and insane’ at every corner. With each illusive turn, one is daunted by self-doubt, deprecation, denial, as well as, exposed self-grandeur and ego-exaltation. Having to constantly entertain the thoughts of the need to be valued, honored and accepted is continually weighed against the fleeting moments of undeniable authentic individualization of inspired merited vision. To abandon the chaotic platonic genuine spirit found within for the plastic emotional drama attached to adulated ‘herd minded’ praise is not only totally stupid and futile but mindfully barbaric. Remain true to the work.
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Capricious Personality
As artists, we gloriously embrace each day with a renewed sense of vigor, vitality and creative ingenuity. We dance on the ceilings; jump through ocean size hoops of wildly inflamed doors. We grow sensually younger by the moment as we engage our deeply repressed talent in the course of the hour doing what we are so passionately driven to do. We shout with unending fervor in joy unsurpassed as we allow the sacred sublime sexual creative instinct move us into worlds of unimaginable “yet to be expressed” splendor. On the blank canvas does the abyss of our lives empty itself in a radical transformed spectrum.
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Caught In a Nightmare
When we do not face the emotional demons in our everyday lives, they show up in disguised forms in our dreams. When we refuse to move on when it’s time to let go, we are paralyzed by night terrors. Never is there a time when life abruptly snatches our world out from underneath us without subtle warnings all along the way. Blatant omens, signs, symbols reveal pertinent ‘neon messages’. The whirlwind passes; don’t resist the transformation.
