How can mankind feel so entitled? Shouldn't something so beautiful have control over its own being? I can feel the crumpled petals brush past my skin as I watch him slowly suck at my youth. I can feel him invading my territory as his rough hands sweep past my long hair.
Yes, words have power. And we should treat them responsibly. And a word only has the power you give to it. If a word (or a brush stroke) can so easily shatter the foundations of your belief system, it is not the word that is the problem. It's your fear of losing your belief system, your fear of a crack in the wall, that's the problem. It is not even your flawed belief system that is the problem, it is your overdependence on your belief system's infallibility.
This is not an easy belief to hold, for at the moment they tell you your loved one's earthly vessel is failing the soul it's been entrusted to hold, you cannot help but respond with "Well, fix it, do the surgery, that operation to transplant the organs, the stem cells. Do the radiation and the chemo; give the pills and medications and homeopathic remedies. Keep them here for me because I am not ready to let them go."
Society continues to punish them. Many women who are released from prison are sincerely sorry for what they have done. They know they cannot change those circumstances. Even though they know they cannot change the past, they want to give back to others in an attempt at redemption. They want to find a way to help others so that they do not make the same mistakes that they did. They yearn to be productive citizens. As a society, we do not make this easy.
On February 14, 2015, I invite you to join 1 Billion Rising to stop violence against women. There are events worldwide that are drumming and dancing in support of ending violence and breaking the chain.
We think that we communicate effectively. Sadly, we communicate less than anything else on earth. Isolation is the epitome of our culture, and it breeds in us, as it would any other being in this situation, fear, depression, boredom, and social illnesses.
You can speak frivolously about how much you love someone and can tell your sweetie sweet nothings and I love you all the time, but if you do nothing to back it up, then what is it really? In other words, Love is not frivolous or careless -- and it is certainly not lazy.
Our real hope for change rests in this sacred place from where miracles materialize. This subtle, invisible place holds the sacred energy of Qi, the universal life force. To go there, we have to move into this gentle place, we have to be still, be quiet, observe, move very slowly, be very, very, gentle and realize that what we don't know is the source of all things that we experience. This is a place that is difficult to visit in the hustle and bustle of everyday life.
We are made whole as we allow ourselves to look at the bigger picture of who we actually are. Both the shadow and the light. This time of year, we are given opportunities to experience those facets as we go about our daily lives. And sometimes it's painful.
What if our taxes funded organic vegetable creations instead of foreign military invasions, and what if we spent our money on books and games instead of guns and planes? What if profit was a measure of purpose, not sales, and what if revenue reflected the good we did not the goods we sold? Would things change?
By Miriam Lamey
If being mindful were easy, we would all walk around like beatific, beaming Buddhas, fully aware and pulsing with energy.
In New York, where I live, people would operate in a more calm manner, assessing the present situation rather than rushing to the next thing — the next event, email, Instagrammed dinner, date that might have half a hope in hell of working out.
Instead, this city is just a little bit bonkers. But that doesn’t mean people here avoid mindfulness at all costs. I’ve seen people on the train, commuting to work, headphones firmly in their ears, eyes closed, standing. Their faces look peaceful.
Even if this is just a podcast, whatever they are listening to at that moment has their focus. Others I see, reading a book — a book! — one hand above them on the chilly silver rail, the other balancing their materials,...
I thought I was in my forever home. I thought I had paid my dues. I thought I was finally in a sanctuary that would serve me until I left this body. I thought this. I thought that. The overthinking threw me into the assuming/expectation zone.
Life sets the pace and you must catch up. Just like in L.A. traffic, if you don't drive fast enough, the other drivers are going to take that as an asset, they are going to take advantage of the opportunity to get ahead.
Although all of these things might make us want to collapse in a heap on the floor and cry well into the foreseeable future, we must cut a door in that wall of darkness, and step out under the stars. We must ask for help. Asking for help is not a sign of weakness, it is a sign of strength. Everyone needs help. We all need each other. Desperately.
I used to run, quite blind, concerned only with the weather, the temperature, the wind speed. Concerned about how fast or far I was going, how or if this would be enough, could I decrease that hangover in time to be pleasant and functional, or would this be one of those days when eating every two hours was a necessity. I would push on, regardless, changing songs with abandon, distracted and alone.
The city sucks my energy and spits souvenirs for the tourists to grab, bragging with the corners of their mouths, blinking behind the goggles of the western world. I have come here to find myself like so many others.
Slowly, I started to rediscover God: in the sunsets I watched religiously; in the sea that I was privileged to swim and scuba dive; in the ever-changing sky; and in the unique silence and presence of the jungle and woodlands. God was in the essence of beauty, and as I witnessed that beauty, I experienced God in me -- my own divinity.
Non-attachment is a sweet letting go of who you love. Tough love is what teaches the most potent lessons, and a mother will always wish to carry on the duty and see a child grow whilst the time is ripe. Losing out on that is a sin that goes beyond punishment.
It takes practice, but now I can ask myself and get a clear Divine answer. Is this feeling from the past? Does this reaction have to do with the present? How am I truly feeling? In the quiet, the Spirit world will always answer.
In casting off your armor, you now sit in the world naked with baby flesh that needs caring for. And your belief needs to be in the newly exposed self that you barely know. And you have to get to know it, believe in it and care for it, all at the same time.
A child is born from its mother in a small room. It grows from within her and comes out a hole in her body that's invisible. It's like a magic portal that only doctors can see. She brings the baby home and cares for it as it grows up. Once the baby is old enough to care for itself, her parents are no longer needed. They are taken away by God and the baby is alone. Now the baby must become a mother.
I smile and close my eyes, imagining the wind is salty, fresh and reeking of a place beyond America’s shores, and that the crunching below my feet is not broken glass but shell shards, rocks and endless grains of sand.
As the Earth's super technology flows through the river of humans and life as a whole, we will step into the shoes of monumental consciousness. We can find our true nature by organizing our thoughts in an ideal manner.
The heart of the business leader and consumer must be opened; transparency is trust. This stream of consciousness eliminates the greed is good faulty business model of the twentieth-century, and opens the door to the age of creativity in a profound way.
She stopped thinking about falling. She stopped thinking about panic attacks and fear and worry and falling into that pit that could just appear in the middle of the sidewalk and suck her in any day, any time, any season.
I have decided to join a sailing expedition, together with another 13 women coming from different fields and life experiences, to cross the Atlantic Ocean and 'make the unseen seen'. That is, from the toxics in our bodies to the toxics in our seas. We call it eXXpedition and we set sail on Nov 16.
Both Megan and I have been shedding beliefs, fears, ideas and self-sabotage to sit more deeply in self-love. Kathy tells us that the planets are moving into place with the upcoming full moon to encourage us on our quest to knowing ourselves from the Divine perspective, or in other world, to know ourselves from a place of truth.
How we react to this and other pressing social issues of our times is important; it tells us a lot about ourselves, and also defines how we will act, or not. I don't think I am going out on a limb here -- and if I am, that's fine -- by saying that most of us would feel all of the above, except anger. Anger is reserved for those who experience something uncomfortable or tragic directly -- like the unjust loss of a child to a random bullet.
Jose Raul is not just a security guard. He's a master gardener and a published poet. He is cultivating over 200 species of orchids growing there in a tiny greenhouse. Some microscopic, others medium-sized, a few large. There's one that only blooms once every six years. Jose Raul is a patient, detail-oriented man with an obvious passion and talent for all things orchid.
The teacher will see each one who enters as an innocent who is placing their life in the teacher's hands for guidance. This is a place of supreme trust, and a loving teacher will honor the one that comes to them.
The I Am statement takes one out of Victim Consciousness and into Victor Consciousness. Victim Consciousness is a behavior of externalizing our problems and blaming people and/or circumstances outside of ourselves for our current life situation. Consistently playing the blame game will keep us static and in a cycle of creating the same conditions over and over again. Victor Consciousness is when we accept responsibility for our creations and fully understand that nothing in our life is accidental or is anybody else's fault. Each and every action we take is a conscious choice to either go toward Victim Consciousness or Victor Consciousness. There are no in-between places or grey areas in this model.
However, those of us involved in these various movements have and do make choices that are difficult and inconvenient. We have not shied away from difficulty in the past.The fights against racism, sexism, homophobia are not easy. Yet bravely people have done them -- because they are the right thing to do.
Here’s a thought. Stop fucking and return to romance. Romance is like the Yoga of love. The meditation that builds a strong foundation that is fulfilling. There is wisdom there. Let the fucking happen within the realm of love. It would mean so much more! It would feel so much more satiating... Love will sacrifice desire in order to see deeper for someone else. Desire doesn’t give a fuck about love; it just acts without thinking.
Feminism really needs to be reclaimed, in order to shake it of its dirty shackles, dust it off, give it a polish and re-introduce the idea that feminism is absolutely nothing to do with hating men and absolutely everything to do with living in harmony together with respect and acceptance. It is about fairness and justice and about evolving our morals and ethics to compliment the day and age we are living in.
Shyness can lurk in unlikely hosts — even those of the performance variety. Shy extroverts often find creative ways to manage their vulnerability in social settings. Cool, calm and collected on the outside while the butterflies are churning their guts in all directions. Shy extroverts often coacn and teach themselves how to be outgoing and often do their best in a controlled environment where they know what they are talking about.
Where it leads we cannot journey together. You will be unutterably alone, as I am. But I am here to tell you of my task, worthy of announcing, so I'll give you a clue as to what is behind that door: impressions, dreams, images and shadows, dancing themselves into feeling.
You no longer have to rely on a mule. Getting out of your zip code simply means to stop associating yourself and your consciousness with what is nearby. Even though technology has evolved and we are all capable of escaping our surroundings in some way, our consciousness has not figured this out yet.
I've been accused (more than once) of giving away the farm. Whether it was business advice, personal time, working for free or less than what I should have been paid -- you name it. It was never my intention to work for free. It was just, well… time and time again I would find myself in a place where what I was giving was not lining up with what I was receiving.
Orangutans also have a family structure very similar to humans -- babies stay with their mothers for five to 10 years, the longest of any animal besides us. Females also only give birth to about three to four babies in their lifetime, making the species very hard to rebuild and grow.
Magic is everywhere and we need to honor its light to shine our path not keep us in the dark, in our place. Life is a dance and I need to keep moving to feel the rhythm, enjoy the pulse if I'm going to be able to spread my wings and flit and fly like a butterfly.
I am a human fucking being who was in love with a man. A friend. Someone who offered me something -- his heart. So I fucking took it. Why the fuck wouldn't I? He offered it to me on a silver shiny fucking platter. With a cupcake.
I think this is a very important phenomenon for generations coming of age now to take note of, examine and refine. Let data and information be determinants in how you form your equations about Life, but don't allow them to become the overriding factors, or a substitute for personal experience and intuition.
Last time I was depressed, one of my closest friends told me something I’ll never forget. She said: "I don't know why you can't just pull yourself together." That moment highlighted for me the reality that people who are not depressive will never understand what it's like.
You get your heart broken, you open it up and try again. You fail an exam, you study harder and become more familiar with the material. You become more and more thankful to just be alive, and you press on.
His films showed us the depth of the human experience. The importance of living in the moment fully and still being present in love and joy was the message I got from him. In moments of darkness, he was the shooting star that brought a smile to my face and joy back to my heart.