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    The Subject of Desire

    By the time we enter the 8th grade, around, about, the age of almost 14, we pretty much know what we want. Some people may disagree, but Charlie McRoy KNOWS, beyond a shadow of a doubt what he wants more-than-anything-else-in-the-whole-wide-world: a Genuine Red & White Sandblaster! Determined to be the first, one and only, kid in town to actually possess the magical, motorized, instantaneous, transformable skate-board machine, he is willing to do just about anything required of him to make sure he gets the object of his true desire. He has spent countless hours daydreaming of the time when he’ll be able to, with just a quick flip from his wrist; open the totally amazing wallet-like contraption. Charlie can see himself transported from land to sea, and, finally delivering him high up into the air, soaring at unbelievable heights. The fantasized idea of owning the Genuine Red & White Sandblaster thrills him to pieces. He’s not the least bit interested in who, other than himself, would want to own the board of ultimate pleasure. All he cares about is securing HIS desire. Nothing else consumes his heart, mind and soul beyond the reality of being able to place his feet on the incredible wild ride. His mind is set. No matter what it involves, he will not be deterred. What will he have to do to get the awesome magical board since his parents aren’t rich enough to afford it and he’s not old enough to work at a paying job to earn it? Unsurprisingly, that’s where this miraculous, hair-raising journey begins: with Charlie’s unrelentless pursuit, unmitigated willpower and unfailing focused intent to secure his dream. Does he get it? Can he get it? What will he have to exchange for it? Charlie will soon discover, when something means that much, an unimaginable force must be called upon and reckoned with; demanding absolute submission of his unchallenged character and undaunted will. Sometimes…The Subject of Desire ignites much more than we ever bargain for.

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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!

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    Unclaimed Talent

    Our unsettled mind causes us to be at unrest, agitated, and continually emotionally, turbulent in our affairs. We ‘think’ we are supposed to be doing something, getting something, being something, or at the very least, comparing what we do have with the lot of another. No. All is perfect just as it is. Nothing could be any better or different. This is it! All of it. When we refuse to take the lot of our designated pool, we sublimate the diamonds for dross. Our un- excavated talent lies repressed beneath the bitter words of “what will it take to make it happen for me?” Answer: Acceptance of what is.

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    Unconditional Love

    No words are needed to impart this type of instilled bonded affection.

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    Undelivered Bouquet

    During the course of our lives, we pin so many hopes, aspirations, dreams, ideals, expectations on others. We tend to forget that the cherished attributes we idolize are not found in the other but in ourselves. We neglect to see that by wanting to please, so badly, and be accepted by the other, we are doing nothing but diminishing that which is truly valuable within. The sacred bouquet cannot be delivered, except that you give it to yourself.

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    Undiminished Intensity

    To expose that which we will not normally speak of openly delivers into our lives the liberating force of authentic self-expression barred from all expectation and disappointment. To be completely honest requires a dropping of old ‘response by rote’ for the spontaneously shocking but exhilarating freedom to express what one feels without the fear of rejection or uninvited criticism. It matters not-in the least- IF others accept and seem to adore you IF you are untrue to yourself by holding back or plunging ahead in that realm where the doorway is marked “enter at they own risk”. What is comforting is not always suitable and certainly never permanent. Do what thou wilt unrestrained-in as much- as you startle your state of affairs by turning over the long held conditioned beliefs and traditions which have turned you into stone. Be willing to be misunderstood and loathed, if need be

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    Unfiltered Release

    We need not continue to lie and deceive others when the bulk of the harbored anxiety floods each moment of our lives with undue stress and crippling tension. No more do we need to carry the false burden of ‘trying to impress or be impressed’. The saturating joy cometh in the morning when we release the need to please others with such counterfeit actions and parade of stilted emotions.

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