WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge: Muse

Well,,,,,,,, Some Thingz jest aMUSE me!
as so also many things do NOT!
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Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes around in another form.”-Rumi
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here is my 2 Cents Werth
MUSE: Word History: Ever since Chaucer first mentions the Muses in a work from around 1390, English poets have invoked these goddesses like so many other versifiers since the days of Homer, who begins both The Iliad and The Odyssey with an invocation of his Muse. The word Muse comes from Latin Mūsa, which in turn is from Greek Mousa. In Greek dialects, this word is found in the variant forms mōsa and moisa, and together these indicate that the Greek word comes from an original *montwa. As to the further origins of this form, a clue is provided by the name of Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory and mother of the Muses. Her name is simply the Greek noun mnēmosunē, “memory”—the faculty of memory was indeed the mother of invention for the ancient Greek professional poets and bards whose job it was to compose new poems in traditional styles on festive occasions, to recite the verses of Homer, and to improvise material whenever they had a memory lapse. Greek mnēmosunē is derived from the root *mnā-, an extended form of the Greek and Indo-European root *men-, “to think.” This is the root from which English also gets the words amnesia (from Greek), mental (from Latin), and mind (from Germanic). The reconstructed form *montwa, the ancestor of Greek Mousa, also comes from this root and probably originally referred to “mental power” that enables poets to craft verses—the Muses were the Greek poets’ divinized conceptions of the faculties that help them to create and recite poetry.
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Definition of MUSE frum meriam websters werld;
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capitalized : any of the nine sister goddesses in Greek mythology presiding over song and poetry and the arts and sciences
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: a source of inspiration; especially : a guiding genius
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: poet :
intransitive verb
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: to become absorbed in thought; especially : to turn something over in the mind meditatively and often inconclusively
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archaic : wonder, marvel
transitive verb
: to think or say reflectively
— mus·er noun First Known Use of MUSE
15th century secondarily;
Origin of MUSE
Middle English, from Middle French, from Latin Musa, from Greek Mousa
First Known Use: 14th century
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Muse…. frum another dictionary:
1. Greek Mythology Any of the nine daughters of Mnemosyne and Zeus, each of whom presided over a different art or science.
2. muse
a. A guiding spirit.
b. A source of inspiration: the lover who was the painter’s muse.
3. muse Archaic A poet.
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an also some people do too!
ah but what can one do
when ones life is squeezed out
like the juice of a lemon
😦  frum his so called Muse  😦
Bearing to think ' of me Muse!

BEAR is Bearing to think ‘ of me Muse!

‘Peace & Namaste’ 2 U frum
***it’s all in how one interprets da’ werd i assume…….
an to which context one puts it into!.I didn’t enter a post-it fer da’ last week cuza my Muse…an time is of essence an also,
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Life is to short to waste it on a MUSE that lives in poetic denial, deciet, neglect an unrightious betraying disharmony.
Broken Promises are the legacy of this muse!
** .. delighttogetmonitarilysays ..*
WTF FOR? i wunder but a waste of 5 plus years an thousands of dollars on his MUSE!
Love is forever ,,,,even if tarnished by a MUSE an mis-use!
Q

Cosmic History Chronicles da’ Wizard’s Garden

Welcome 2 Michelvecs werld of the Wizards Garden

Welcome 2 Michelvecs werld of the Wizards Garden

“Imagine a rainbow around the Earth and place that image in your heart. Keep it there. Turn to it; nurture it and yourself whenever you can.

my rainbos start @ home :)

my rainbows start @ home 🙂

That rainbow earth is our future. Yes, maybe through our hearts and mind’s collectively sending the right signal at the same moment in time, we can stabilize things before the worst occurs. Then we would have created our own best future, received the supramental descent, and evolved ourselves into supermental beings.” –Valum Votan

[Rainbow Bridge]

Cosmic History Chronicles Vol. 5, Book of the Timespace by José Argüelles and Stephanie South

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The Etheric Cosmic Warrior of Another Kind

The Etheric Cosmic Warrior of Another Kind..Some call them Witches..

Although, in the end this blog is bout

peace-love-light-an-forgiveness.

WARNING! STARTED AS A SHORT POST HERE; became intense an long , excuse me if u do not appreciate posts i do bout this kinna reality etc etc , it jest is what it is!

Take it er Leave it! Mikey da; Q…….

a yucky blog bout someone who was da' apple of me eye!

a yucky blog bout someone who was da’ apple of me eye! for years! and is 2 distinct personalities in one body

First off, if u are a female reader I have an ANGEL and she will stalk u if u show any interest in me publickly, so if ya want to be my close friend email me , instead of leaving wunderful posts on my site for her to snake onto. She will send u letters an or call u to tell me how bad a guy i am 😦
is what i have to live with still after all these years imagine that, all my readers that have been reading me for some time realize an know that i was betrayed by someone i loved more than all my heart, gave all my time and money to, an bought many things also. But it never ends, the POETIC MISJUSTICE TO ME * I can’t get one female friend on the net here at wordpress close because somehow she connects with them an prospers her lies about me to them and , well then done deal i am shut off by anoter potential loving friend because of someone else intrusion and lies 😦 how can one get around it? i guess ya really can’t …anybody who stalks friends and all my connections need to find a heart an soul…the way i see it.is very disturbing to me to constantly have evry new relationship i get here destroyed by this crazy woman 😦
This woman  came into my life with her beautiful love honoring kind poetry 5 years ago only to turn onto betraying love poetry over time,,,dumped me a long time ago with publik abuse calling me names in her betraying poems etc etc.she has deleted her super nasty poems about me so the publik would not see em i assume an her blogs with her naked body to tempt me an other men?..but now still she is at my back daily, writes people that connect with me here and tell them god knows what bout me but next thing i know that person i was having a great time with blocks me and turns me off….:( I have been contacted now in both singles sites and on the net annonymously liking my blog etc etc,,,an wanting to get to know me, and after doing research i find that the same ip adress as my angel that loved me so much is that person, Jest messing with my head for fun, like nothing better to do for her heart an mind in canada? also see that multiple identities an blogsites for the reason of personal protection an profit is a must for this person multiple walls across borders from here to canada. she feels protected i assume 😦 prolly does same as she did on me to guys all over the werld for profit an sex an fun 😦 😦
So; if ur a lady an showed any interest in me , well i’m sure u’ve been contacted by my illustrious poetic angel 😦 especially if’n ur canadian even though she detests french canadians for she is a german canadian an discriminates 😦 an well friend? ,if i do not hear from u now , i now somehow she connected to U..has happened more than once now in the last couple of years , an all i can say is one day karma an soul an heart will catch up with this ladys nasty deeds to hurt on this guy Q…it has werked an now i stand another day with a broken heart because she prolly has connected another person that attempted to care bouyt mikey here…… such a jelous heart…an to e well is criminal , not only did she steal my time for 5 years she stole my money and my heart…..betrayed every good word she evr said and broke 2 years werth of promises built up…. I should have known better , when she came here an visited me for a couple of months an showed she honored fear in her heart more than love. cuz love to her when she was young was abuseive an neglectful to her and is even now in denial, with her she exhibits all those for me to reflect back to her now, i do not choose that hall of mirrors to walk in..….
What i have to say to that sad enuff is karma will be hers in the end for all this changing my destiny and fate with friends an people in my life for years now she has 😦 demonically demonised herself when all her friends call her angel lol….. hezzzzzz:(
alll o can say to her is this > u got another thing coming woman mean mistreater thief an liar in denial of ur own relentless un empathetic un-remorseful ignorant neglect.

So as a result of this an all my werk with where this blog started: forgiving her for her crap she has pulled against me for 5 years now with a passion :(… i want to post this frum a very wise lady an article bout writing our way to forgiveness~~~

as for my abuser, well she is jest going backwards more an more in this incarnation and will have to come back an do it all over again 😦 the way i see it, meanwhile she changes my fate an destiny daily with people on the planet by her interference:( not a lot i can do 😦 truly is disheartening an unkind:( an not the angel i ever met! but who is what they appear to be on the outside anymore really huh .are you ? well if so email me an don’t pay any attention to her crazy stories…..relate to me talk to me, let me tell u the truth ! namaste 2 U over an out frum Q

033heres to lewkin @ you! frum Q

~~PS; BELIEVE IN ME

~~ All I Ever Wanted!<link

^^^^ A short story by Q ^^^^

i halped her get to the other side an she dumped me anyhow

i halped her get to the other side an she dumped me anyhow

November 22, 2014
From Write Your Way to Forgiveness and Peace On-line Course
Write Your Way to Forgiveness and Peace
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by Dr. Sherry Reiter, LCSW, PTR-M/S, RDT-BCT
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The following is an excerpt from the “Write Your Way to Forgiveness and Peace” on-line course. If you would like to enroll in the course, click here.
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Lesson 1: ANGER: THE HABITUAL RESPONSE
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I think of this process as “Thunder n’ Writening” and through the series will repeatedly use this phrase. Anger is like thunder; it can be startling, shocking, and shake us to our very bones. The process of writing out all of those things that thunder through us emotionally can help to bring clarity.
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Lightning streaks through the sky, and lights up a dark night. While the thunder may frighten us with its’ sudden sound, lightning lets us “see” what is happening. Awareness sometimes hits with the suddenness of lightning; at other times knowledge grows slowly and gently into our consciousness. Let us begin.
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Feelings make themselves known physically. There are different theories of emotion. While one theory is that there are four basic physical sensations: anger, sadness, joy, and sexual feelings. Other theories include love, surprise, and disgust as major emotions. The important thing is to learn to recognize the different emotions, so you can appropriately respond to them.
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We develop habits for how we respond to our feelings. That habit is likely to be based on the template provided to us in our childhood. If you were taught that anger outwardly expressed is harmful, then you may have learned to block it with that thought. That thought, (UH! OH!—I must not let my anger show—it is harmful or nasty) can block the expression of emotion.
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Conversely, the toddler who is told , “No! You can’t have cookies before dinner,” and who feels powerless and needy, may throw himself down to the ground in a full scale temper tantrum. If the parent gives in, then the child learns than anger and screaming will get a person whatever they want. The original feeling of powerlessness is deeply buried. Twenty years later, the boy is now a man who keeps his family hostage to his rages. Early trauma and humiliations may also be masked and emotional bullies are born: “This person is out to hurt me and I will have to show this person not to mess with me” becomes an automatic response of habit.
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Any time an emotion is linked with a thought, that thought has the power to compromise its energy. For example, if sex is equated to sin, if joy is thought of as “childishness,” or if sadness is linked to the thought of weakness, you may unconsciously block those feelings from your awareness.
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Until you begin to notice and use your awareness, you are slave to your thought processes. As you begin to regulate the flow of your awareness of your body and relate it to the people and events in the world, your emotional habits will become more obvious.
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Do you try to rationalize your way out of anger? Or perhaps you are a person who tries to ignore it until the angers accumulate, the pressure builds, and suddenly erupts like the lava of a volcano, taking everyone by surprise. People experience anger in many different ways: a turn-on, scary, uncontrollable, repulsive or all-powerful. Anger may be accompanied by nauseousness, burning or heated sensations, tightness in the neck, head shoulders, headache and constricted breathing. In terms of behavior, people respond with a variety of different behaviors; they may become controlling, sarcastic, attacking, aloof or robotically rational.
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WRITING EXERCISE:
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For this exercise, DON’T ANALYZE YOUR FEELINGS. SIMPLY OBSERVE THEM AND THEIR EFFECT ON YOUR BODY! My suggestion is to start an Anger Journal. For daily tracking, a small pocket notebook you can carry with you at all times is ideal. Recording a blip on your screen of anger will only take two minutes. Just take note of the date, triggering situation or comment, and effects of anger on the body. Pay particular attention to breathing.
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Include your Anger Level (1-10 with 10 being the most angry and 1 being slightly irritated.) A journal entry should have 5 columns, labeled: DATE, ANGER LEVEL, FEELING, THOUGHT, BODY SENSATION. You may choose to set this up in a spread sheet for your own convenience. See samples of possible entries under each column.
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5/07/12_____ 4___ Rejected___ “He treats me like dirt”____ Nausea
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5/17/12_____ 8___ Victimized__ “She betrayed me”_____Clenched Fist
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OM WORK AND HOMEWORK: THE WRITE PATH
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Awareness is key to learning. I suggest two notebooks for your work. An Anger Journal can be used for your daily writings; get into the habit of putting aside fifteen minutes a day for mental clearing. Side note: We don’t think twice about taking out the garbage, but we let a lot of garbage accumulate mentally. Take out the garbage by spending a few minutes a day on “the write path.” In addition, a small notebook that fits into your pocket is ideal for tracking your moods and jotting down quick notes as you go about your day. Record any blips or irritation, annoyance, or anger that appear on the radar screen of your consciousness. Reserve fifteen minutes every day to review your notes and write reflectively in your larger paged journal. Use your mini-notebook for seeds of thought that can be expanded in your journal later. Develop your own writing practice and let your journal accompany you like a good friend. Remember: AWARENESS OPENS THE DOOR TO FREEDOM OF CHOICE. No doubt! you have tried other methods to master anger. Now try the “write” path.
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For more information visit: http://www.dailyom.com/cgi-bin/courses/courseoverview.cgi?cid=352&aff=
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PS: To thine own self be true where honesty integrity truth and love are the # 1 thingz in life – let it be so ; Back to one day at a time fer me an let go let god , serenity first paoin second etc etc etc…. 🙂 –

 

Indifferences & Karma & Dharma

……….I jest got a Notification frum a freind whom knows my werld well, and knows bout chronic fatigue and ADPKD etc etc, told me i needed to re-post this for my day ; because well; the forces that be are what they are whether ya believe in them er not , “IT IS WHAT IT IS!” i accept my character defects and do what i need to stay on top of them, although having 5 years of ur life taken for anothers selfish cause for it to be all turnt against ya is insane in my bewk; as i have said before i am not here to fix others; unless they wish to be fixed…. namaste’ 2 one an all if ya know what that means well, i always meant it all along and am tired of being assaulted as a daily ritual in my life with no closure! fact is folks i have been abused and taken advantage of in more ways than one, spiritually morally, financially, and spiritually, I allowed this to happen because of LOVE for another ….. i guess for me thats what love is all bout now, my loss an their gain….IC THERE WILL BE NO AWAKENING TO ZERO POINT in her werld as long as her karma now has to take its instant toll upon her life for her deeds done … yeah another is what it is blog, if ya don’t like the fact i smoke pot and have to use medication for pain and might have a small genitilia as claimed well, then go troll somewhere else if not enjoy ur stay here today,,,,,,

LOVE AN PEACE 2 All

I never ever deserved to have been hurt upon, but well, da kids in palestoned werld overt there didn;t ask to be abused or have missles fired at them either, 😦   for the GREATER OF THE MANY SACRAFICE THE ONE HUH! WHAT WAR CRIMES YES INDEED….. AS TODAYS LIFE IN DA LIFE OF q ALSO HAS been today…….one big war crime of judgement and falsities to create a reality that doesn’t even exist 😦 sad but true ,bless U, so sad but true there are “VICTIMS” even though i preach victimship denied! don’t know bout u but doing my best dealing with others assaults publiky for years through sick double minded and double toungued  multi  meaning poetry 😦

I guess some would rather be sacraficing love to keep fear and judgement alive in the heart 4 ever an remain a hipocryte to the holy spirit now forevr for all said an done 😦

Her greatest belief denied now,z golden rule

” do unto others that which u would have done to you!”

THANq….Q

Learn bout ADPKD HERE

and Learn Bout Chronic Fatigue Here

Learn bout what quark says bout smoking pot here

learn bout chronic illness an how i deal click here.

12 sreps to surrender and alcohol sobriety is best for me 2

jest another day in the life of fighting and learning to live with invisible pains etc etc, don’t have to be pained by an unsupporting bigot or abuser or selfish user in my life when i need help even jest taking care of myself a lot, thought life was supposed to be a 2 way street i guess not when ur dealing with blue angels that are holier than thou 😦

Da Angels are Confused

 

Cosmic Awareness Speaks

 

Quarksire

The worst Sin towards our fellow creatures is not to hate them, but to be indifferent to them;
that’s the essence of INHUMANITY
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a qUOTE BY George Benard Shaw
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A few thoughts on the above quote!
another one to add to the Ponderables List…by Q.
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Really now the way i see it the greatest and grandest gift we could ever give ourselves or others is rapt attention for another!….of one thing we can absolutely be certain; we each are especially special and in this Werld by design, god’s design.

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And we are in one another’s daily travels by invitation, if we choose not to accept the invitation , then well it may be the biggest loss evr we have evr chosen or not chosen by our own ego, and not the designed plan. We all share a destiny and our understanding and joy…

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I Want You ‘My Precious’, I Want You, I Need You, I MUST Have You!

…….i didnt want no

This is ur Life "Blueangelwolf"

This is ur Life “Blueangelwolf”

…….I didn’t ask for one to come make me happy it jest happened i found that person whom represented herself to live the mooji way only to find in the end 5 years laters that well all people are not what they say they are mark : as u know also. well i can’t fix insane or crazy or a liar or a thief so all there is to it i can’t forgive them either 😦 so i shall let god,,,,,,,, and go on with my life of not wanting jack chit again and jest being who i was before i met the blueangelwolf 🙂 for her to make a publik farce out of my spiritual life in the end 😦

guess i’ll have to go back to the FTW way of life again according to mooji!

Q

namaste 2 u mark: think i’ll re-blog dis one since it is so apprapo!

PS: I’m Sorry I Love U NAMASTE ,,a hard thing for me to do an say to u from the bottom of my heart an soul u so tore appart with falsities miss blueangelwolf from fantasyland i trusted u more than anyone i have evr lent a hand to im my life, and u have now hurt me that much more than any one evr did, including those passed and gone now, hope ur EGO is  very proud of what u have done angel 😦

Q

Endless Light and Love

“As long as there is wanting in you,
especially for someone or something to make you feel happy;
paradoxically, this is a sure way to make yourself feel miserable!”

You WANT and NEED something so bad that it hurts, this WANT drives you to distraction, you can’t eat, you can’t sleep, you can’t concentrate because this want controls your very being.

This WANT is the major problem with our world today, the WANT to achieve greatness, more power, more money, more land, more property, more, more, more of everything!
So, as long as you keep on WANTING this ‘Something’ you will never really be available for anything else because the WANT controls your very being. So, every time you try to do anything else or talk to anyone else your mind will only be focusing on satisfying your desire to get that ‘Something’. Unfortunately, there can never be any joy…

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A Lone White Wolf 4 Two Cents Tuesday

This White Wolf sees!
bLUEANGELWOLF’S HISTORY
***** diggin’ fer truth *****

an is what it is postit* by Q

Quarked White Wolf Dug for Truth to find Lies an betrayal instead :(

Quarked White Wolf Dug for Truth to jest find a snake Lies an betrayal instead 😦

TWO CENTS TUESDAY here bout my last 5 yearz
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till used an abused for 50 years
she was a innocent ignorant beautiful soul
till struck with da’ tree of knowledge…….of..
free flight an Loves delight….
till, NOW; a very dark wolf yess indeed…….
ignorance is NOW da’ excuse
to be a liberated from being human human 😦
but beyond gods judgement and or the universes also…
SO! cause effect and karma an dharma will now be so 😦
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she decided to say farewell, and call him an old love….
whilst her bleeding heart is a soul now torn apart,,
such a sacrafice for the ego,
Intentional in ur face neglect denial of truths an
abuse and taking what is not hers 😦 her new life book story
all for the glory of what i wunder? for a few dollars more?
an oh yeah her art commission? wtf ?
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torn apart from all her reality … to new creational beliefs 😦
she misses already the days of the future passed…
those days she knew would only last in…… da memory of her mind…
although would never come to again pass…….
on account of false flafz an false fears
deciding heart was not a home and home was not really a heart
love she began to see as torn apart…before it came to pass……
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believing she deserved a heart made out of Gems of the Universe
he offered her all of that an more!
tHen SHE TOOK THE POT OF GOLD AND SHUT THE DOOR 😦
she then decided to become a thing of a promise never to be….
jest at last to realize……..that she herself didn’t “deserve”
his smile
his love
his soul
his life….
jest the money he sent to her for years
😦 yeah right well , well…
what was it she really yearned…..
all the poems and stories and fantasies turnt to lies
– so now…free at last!
Libeerated from having to be human…
she decided to be selfish instead and attack an berate…an falsify so….
not the angel he once met!
so take da’ money an run 😦
lies hiding deciet neglect disregard and pain
to became her story 4 her 4 ever in time…Hipocracy and dishonorable betrayal… akashically!
~ No longer an innocent soul ~
she decided shed be better off with the incriminating lying wolves
of darkness…than the “White Wolf”
rare in breed yes indeed! was dis’ wolf they called weed
a loner on a mountaintop….ol’ white wolf getting older by the day
waits for a not so similar mate to come thy way,,, i guess……….
so, but all one can do is dig in; an do what one has to do to survive
without the bluengelwolf hanging round lurking daily trolling and patrolling
~~~~~~~ My 2 Cents Werth ~~~~~~

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The Werd Waz CelebRate

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a note er 2 bout the dissertation above ……..

whilst i watch the wolves troll around an hipocritically

click like on all kinds of things than in front of my face blatently ACTS 1000% opposite of all said,,,true hipocracy in my eyes:(
song of the day? thought of da day? ……hmmmm? ran outa fluidity and thoughtz jest like my life has over the last few yearz… totally insane…to me when “Humans Betray Humans”. i mean why ……..no clue sayz dis’ ol’ white wolf…….why with intention dumping on and hurting on people u claim to love…
ya , so, when da innocent soul becomes not so innocent out of choice,,,one can only wunder what got into that soul in the first place to …..CHANGE ? what they said they were and how and why etc etc…well, one day at a time is all one can do an accept that if other wish to lie cheat steal or kill and mame minds an men etc etc, to viciously and cruelly publickly attack with sarcastic werdz an visions not of love, is disheartening to me,,, well all one can do is pray for them to find themselves someday again…Is hard to accept ya can’t change another whom might go mental, but ya can’t …they are going to do what they bred the mind to do anyhow…out of either fear or love is bout it….. so peace to those whove been hurt on so, if ur one of them also, jest got to move forward , one minute – one day at a time …an accept the fact ya can’t fix others , an the harder ya try well, will bring ya down to that level and space, and is not a space i can afford to be, so fact of the matter is i got to one has to change perception, jest a wee bit, to accept the insanity. move forward without hesitation and ask god to forgive those i cannot. simple as that i guess.but not so simple really So, ..for those that do not have the courage or spine to make ammends and be honest and true to those they hurt on and or do other totally way off the mark things like lie steal or cheat on ,,,well, all ya can do is pray for them……..at that point an move on!!!.an if they well, kill themselves or drink themselves to death cuz they would not listen to u, or because their conscience finnally gets to them, well try not to take it to personal, if ya hold urself responsible for thier actions, even if they affected u in every way ?….well, sick people are jest sick is all there is to it, and well, only the god of thier understanding can save them from the lack of innocent they have now become……..Q
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ps women an men alike whom strike blows with werds to get a negative reactions from thier mate really suck, some push it to the point of getting violent re-actions or werds thrown back for thier actions,,,which in my book is very apprapo,sumtimes, what can one do but defend themselves frum insane thinking anyhow.,,but well,, the accusers are always the victim it seems when they are really the ones perpertrating the crimes to start with, , an it goes frum there,,,then after that the lying and the denial and all the other bs that follows also,, what for to try to justify or rationalize it all and why they did what they did,,then to only but judge and act on the response as the FAULT! what herasey!,,,seems like i have been dealing with these kinna folks all over the planet, an for many yearz, ..where if i turn the other cheek i get slapped round and if i fight back well i am guilty of abuse like my abuser ,,,has the werld all reall gone that mad really now ,,i mean c’mon ,,maybe one day i’ll meet a lady whose got a grip ….and is honorable an not jest a gold digger out for a dollar or 2 more..holds a heart of love and not fear..yes definitely not a fear monger that hangs her god out on a cross to dry and well, an definitely not someone that says they are an angel that wouyldnt hurt a flY,,,,cuz in the end ,,,thats alwayz been the biggest common fly of the hurting kind 😦 whom lives with lacks and in judgemenbt and pain and misery of nevr having things jest right for them, 😦 always negative and not happy ain’t fer me; i’d rather keep living alone , …i don’t need no misery buddie!.nor hipocracy and lies I needed a woman that loved me was all , an she knew that, an it is a 2 person werld here but she knew that salso said shed be back to help after a 77 day stay? 4 years ago 😦 ….she calls her crap to me lifes lessons her abuseive fearbased jelous love 😦 ,,,then took the money and shut me off ,,,imagine that huh….yeah all her blogs were to me for the last 5 years, what hogwash huh My blueangel turnt wolf 😦 yeah lifes lesson to be ripped off by an
HONEST ANGEL THAT WOULD NOT HURT A FLY YEAH RIGHT :(guess thats what happens when ya grow up believing in humpty dumpty and cinderella and all da fairy talez lol.whilst being verybally an mentally abused by ur parents 😦 ..then all ur life ya dig for gold and once ya find gold like she did da Q here well, turns it all into sand instead,,,, well we all have to lie in our own bed, an if we got a conscience well….we know whatz in da head..all dere is to it no excuses no rational or lies will hide the factz! nor entitle one to not see it either ..the truth that is,,,some believe they are “entitled” to lie cheat and steal well well,,,is all i can think; bummer says dis lone white wolf, not on da hunt but definitely in need…oh what fun it musta been to burn on the Q here for years 😦 not , simply crazy… Q 😦

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***so well, heres as good as any place to say it, any single ladies that might be in for a change, Q is only gettin older an is tired of living on his colorado mountaintop “ALONE” …not like i am taking applications here lol…but well, maybe it is me thats applying 🙂 so yeah thats it turn it round a bit 🙂 i have lived the single life 5 years 2 long now! an a few years before that so, thought i knew who my eternity was an well that is only me..presently, an a buncha eternal  good times an bad times a past i guess, was livin single and celebate for honor an a reason, but well, those following me know da story, so anyone single, footloose an fancy free ? fer some fun let me know, well i think it’d be fun, depends on what one does now huh whether its “fun” er not an i like to have fun, yes that is in my agenda, she said fun an wunderful! was not in hers so, i am ,,,well right here right now all there is to it 🙂 who be U ?

******* Q *******

quarksire at the big Y dot com

why because dats me an i am yes lewking for a mate to come hang out with me in colorado 🙂 chow! 🙂

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Fer a bit a Love Screaming in Digital click here

NO PRESSURE NO PROBLEM!

my answer in many situations….

Ur Love WILL Conquer All Thingz:)

Namaste’

2 U frum Q

> Rage for Order Neue Regel <


Sometimes just being with somebody, rather than words, is all that is needed to help…well so that was my 2 cents werth……Hope everyone has a great HUMP DAY!

Q.

 

Imperishable – Of This Place

2 more poems1 more day of another spiritually clipping Q’s wingz..an binding me infinitly to the ……

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Imperishable

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Through this night I have slept little.
My eyes, closed like shutters
with slats that remain open,
wait to invent dreams
of some charred reality.
I sense you, but no weight on my bed.
No shift or creaking other
than my own restlessness.
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Wandering words
self-gathered, self-formed,
and released to the night
like a mantra slowly drowned in music.
Your presence grew with the music
devouring it in silence.
You came to me so clear
my senses aroused in electric storms of clarity.
The buzz of mercury lamps
alongside rutted roads,
shedding their weightless light.
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In all of this waiting for you
no fortress or foxhole bears my name.
I lay on the Savannah
staring at the sun hoping against hope
it blinks before I do.
My wounded cells,
tiny temples of our mixture,
have weakened in your absence.
I can feel them wail in their miniature worlds.
My feet resist their numbness,
deny them their war.
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As I lay here alone
waiting to be gathered into your arms,
I ask of you one thing,
remember me as this.
Remember me as one who loves you
beyond yourself.
Who pierces shells, armor, masks,
and everything protecting
your spirit in needless fervor.
Remember me as this.
As one who loves you unmatched
by the deepest channels
that have ever been forged.
Who will love you anywhere and always.
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And if you look very closely at my love
you will not find an expiration date,
but instead, the word, imperishable.
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Of This Place !

Her heart ran
in the wilds of deserted plains.
Sun-etched land barren of clouds
and singing water.
If she listened closely
her hand would call
and signal its thoughts upon her brow.
But in this place
she could only offer her arms to the sky
like a tree its branches
and a flower its leaves.
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In this dusty basin,
silence gathered like smoke
clearing the mind of the scoundrel.
The infidel of thoughts.
Blots of yellow leaves and white bark
could be seen hiding in pools of life
surrounded by red rock spires.
Clustered sand monuments held together
by some other life form.
She wasn’t sure.
Perhaps one life is the same as another
only tilted sideways.
Caught from underneath
by some invisible hand that animates
even the coldest stone of this place.
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A smile emerged and perched upon her face
drinking the sun’s clear ways.
She could spear
a million miles of air in a glance
and send the window of her flesh
into the cloudless sky.
Upon this ocean a hawk sailed ever closer.
She watched the silver speck
spiral overhead dreaming through its eyes.
Feeling the winds gild her wings
in the softest fold of time.
A tree of pine sent its sky roots
deep within the air to weep its sweetness.
She entered,
gliding through branches
to every needle in their factory of air.
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So strange to feel the pull of earth in flight,
but she knew the antagonism well
in the splendor of this place.
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She knew it had settled deep,
lodged like permanent ink
in the heart of her.
Under skin, muscle, bone
it fought the single path.
What madness calls her away?
What dream is stronger than this?
What heart beats more pure?
*********
Of this place,
it is so hard to know which is host
and which is guest.
Which is welcome, which is pest.
Which is found and which is lost.
Which is profit, which is cost.
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She gave her prayers
to the skypeople and waited for a cloud–
her signal to leave.
She should return home
before dusk settles in and the golden
eyes peer out against the black code.
In a single breath she held the ancient ways
that never left.
She turned them inside out
and then outside in.
Again and again.
Waiting for her signals in the sky.
If not a cloud…
then perhaps a shooting star.
(Besides, it was too dark for clouds anymore.)
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When the first star fell she held her breath
afraid she would miss its spectral flight.
She wondered with whom she shared
its final light.
What other eyes were heaven bound
in that secret moment?
Was this their signal home as well?
And what was it they found
buried so deep in a whisper of light
that none can tell?
**********
She waited with solemn eyes
for more stars to fall,
to gently sweep her away
from the magnets of this place.
If she listened to her hand
it would scratch a sign in the sand for another
to take her place.
It would touch the land
in honor of its grace and wisdom,
and become a tree, rock, hawk, or flower.
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http://www.wingmakers.us/wingmakersorig/www.wingmakers.com/arrow/chambers/chamber6.shtml

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The WingMakers are a small team of Sovereign Entities that have designed time capsules that are catalytic in forming a Sovereign Integral perspective. Each time capsule is, in actuality, a selection system that attracts specific entities to utilize their human instrument in wholeness. This develops their sixth and seventh sense, which enables them to learn how to step out of time and the hierarchyís control. When they can do this, they can design the synthesis model of existence within terra-earthís hierarchical system. These entities will be transforming time-space universes from ladders of consciousness to inclusions of Source Reality. In other words, Source Reality will be extended into time-space universes, and all life forms therein will experience this extension through a new hierarchical structure that is completely aligned with Source Intelligence. What some call “heaven on earth” is merely an echo-realization of this impending future time. What is truly bearing down on the time-space universes is the expansion of Source Reality through the accessibility of Source Intelligence information to all entities regardless of form or structure. Let there be no mistake, however, that the fulfillment of the Primal Blueprint is indeed the direction all entities are traveling. While entities of all levels are bestowed free will within their own realities, they are not, as aspects of Source Reality, given free will to choose their ultimate destiny. The origin of entities is Source Intelligence, and it is Source Intelligence that determines destiny as well as origin. Still, entities are provided tremendous latitude of choices to propel themselves from origin to destiny and re-emerge into an expanded version of Source Reality with a renewed vision of their identity. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Special Note: For a translation of this inspiring philosophy into everyday English, click here. For how the original WingMakers website was strangely changed, click here.

 

 

 

 

Another Life Carrier MIA

2 poems one page another & life carrier!…..

ANOTHER

One skin may hide another,
I remember this from a poem when I
launched a fire across a field of deadness.

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At least, to me, it seemed dead.
I felt like a liberator of life force
renewing the blistered and dying grasses.
Actually, more weeds than grass,
but nonetheless, the flora had flat-lined.
I peeled back skin with holy flame
and brought everything to black again
as though I called the night to descend.
From blackness will arise a new skin
cresting green architecture from a fertile void.
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As the flames spread their inviolable enchantment
I saw your face spreading across my mind.
Remember the fire we held?
I hoped it would unfurl a new skin
for us as well.
I still hold this hope.
Forever it will roam inside me
invariant to all transformations and motions.
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One person may hide another,
but behind you, love is molting a thicker skin
than I can see through.
No flame can touch its center.
No eyes can browse its memory.
I want nothing behind you in wait.
Seconds tick away like children growing
in between photographs.
I will not forget you in the changes.
Cursed with memory so fine
I can trace your palm.
I can inhale your sweet breath.
I can linger in your arms’ weight.
I can hear your exquisite voice
calibrate life with celestial precision.
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One purpose may hide another.
I heard this as the fire died out
to reveal the scent of the wet earth
and growing things.
I could feel my love decompose
returning to the uninhabited realm
where it belongs.
Where all hearts belong when
love is lost, and the code of the mute,
coiled in fists that pound,
reveal the wisdom of another.
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Life Carriers
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Life carriers spawn in the primal waters
of a giant embryo.
Their progeny will settle in human dust.
Pieces of clay
with tiny thoughts of flight.
Knife-points veiled in turbid cloaks
that shun the light of a tranquil star.
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In the remote wilds the life carriers
emerge and perch upon
the shoulders of gray stones.
They signal their desires to fly,
but their homes are suited
for the comforts of rain and earth.
The sky must wait.
(The dirt companion smiles.)
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Circles break.
Barriers overrun.
Life carriers deny their ancient pull
from the ground.
Wings sprout like golden hair
sinuous with nature’s artifice.
Ragged feet are left behind.
The earth replaced with vivid sky.
Gravity shines its menacing stare
to hold them
with assertive hands.
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Homeless cages
are left to rot.
To sink behind the groundless sky.
Earthen faces have dropped their smiles
and lost their smell of fresh dirt.
The dream of flight
has invaded somber walls–
life carriers have bounded
to the other side.
There they meet the next rung
of the endless ladder,
and trade their wings for wisdom’s eye.
“““http://www.wingmakers.us/wingmakersorig/www.wingmakers.com/arrow/chambers/poetry/poem5.shtml“““

WingMakers Masthead

The entity model of expression is designed to explore new fields of vibration through biological instruments and transform through this process of discovery to a new level of understanding and expression as a Sovereign Integral. The Sovereign Integral is the fullest expression of the entity model within the time-space universes, and most closely exemplifies Source Intelligence’s capabilities therein. It is also the natural state of existence of the entity that has transformed beyond the evolution/saviorship model of existence and has removed itself from the controlling aspects of the Hierarchy through the complete activation of its embedded Source Codes. This is the level of capability that was “seeded” within the entity model of expression when it was initially conceived by Prime Creator. All entities within the time-space universes are in various stages of the transformational experience and each are destined to achieve the Sovereign Integral level as their Source Codes become fully activated.

Calling forth the perceptions of the entity within the human instrument is the ideal method to access a lasting sensitivity to the Source vibration. This is how an individual can develop the ability to observe Source in all things. It is not only that Prime Creator is within every individual manifestation of energy, but is also the wholeness of life itself. Thus, the principle requires an observance of Source in all ITS diverse forms of manifestation, as well as in the wholeness of life.
Read more bout the philosophy behind this poetry, painting and this music found in chamber 5click here

oNE dAY & mISSING

One Day & Missing

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One Day
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One day,
out of this fleshy cocoon
I will rise like a golden bird of silent wing
graceful as the smoke of a fallen flame.
I will dream no more of places
hidden–secreted away in heaven’s cleft
where the foot leaves no print.
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One day,
I will walk in gardens holding hands
with my creation and creator.
We will touch one another
like lovers torn by death
to say goodbye.
We will lay in one another’s arms
until we awaken as one
invisible to the other.
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One day,
I will isolate the part of me
that is always present.
I will dance with it
like moonlight on water.
I will hold it to myself in a longful embrace
that beats perfection
in the hymn of the Songkeeper.
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One day,
when I curl away inside myself
I will dream of you
this flesh-covered-bone of animal.
I will yearn to know your life again.
I will reach out to you
as you now reach out to me.
Such magic!
Glory to covet the unknown!
That which is
is always reaching for the self
that cheats appearances.
Who dreams itself awake and asleep.
Who knows both sides of the canvas
are painted, awaiting the other
to meld anew.

Missing
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Facing another evening without you
I am torn from myself
in movements of clouds,
movements of earth spinning
like the sure movement of lava as it rolls to sea.
Yet when I arrive
you are still gone from me
23 footsteps away;
a cluster of punishment.
A bouquet of the abyss.
*******
When I look to the east I think of you
softly waiting for the vines to abdicate
their portion of your heart.
So you can be chiseled out of the matrix
with smooth hammer strokes
from my hands.
Freed of the coal, the black rot
of untouched shoulders,
you can open your eyes again
flashing the iridescent animals,
valiant vibrations of your rich spirit.
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Centerpiece of my table
I stare at you in candlelight,
the windows behind, black in their immensity,
only enlarge you.
Making you more of what I miss.
The procession of prophecies
has entered me again
casting doubt in my mind like rain
on dead leaves.
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I go among your body
to feel the presence of your heart beating
something golden spun from another world.
You cannot feel me.
I am invisible in all ways to you, but one.
A reflection in the mirror.
Beneath your eyes
you see me dancing away the body.
Dancing away the mind.
Dancing away the incarnations
of my absence.

http://www.wingmakers.us/wingmakersorig/www.wingmakers.com/arrow/chambers/poetry/poem4.shtml
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The worst Sin towards our fellow creatures is not to hate them, but to be indifferent to them;
that’s the essence of INHUMANITY

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a qUOTE BY George Benard Shaw
~~~~~๑❤๑~~~~~

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There are three particular life principles that accelerate the transformational experience and help to align the human instrument with the Sovereign Integral perspective. They are:
1) Universe relationship through gratitude
2) Observance of Source in all things
3) Nuturence of life
There are so many layers of relative truth that if you listen to the language of externals, you will most likely abandon your own power in favor of the proclamation of language. Language is seductive to the ego’s drive for power and control, as well as the mind’s inclination to surrender to, and believe in, the language of externals. It can lure the unsuspecting into believing images and ideas–real or imagined–for the sake of holding individuals in bondage to a lesser truth, or keep individuals supporting the hierarchy when it no longer serves a purpose. The time is fast approaching when the veils of control at all levels of the hierarchy will be rendered obsolete by entities who are destined to pull down the veils and allow sovereign power to prevail over hierarchical power.
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When the individual applies these principles, their life experience reveals a deeper meaning to its apparently random events–both in the universal and personal contexts……..Read more bout the philosophy behind this poetry, painting and this music found in chamber 4.
http://www.wingmakers.us/wingmakersorig/www.wingmakers.com/arrow/chambers/indexes/philo.shtml

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hALF mINE bANDAGES OF THE bEAST

 frum time capsule 3

***** :: Bandages of the Beast :: ******

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There were many Random Omens

sending olive branches with thorns was

only one of ur repertoire.

You offered me a book

where all the answers lay encoded in some strange dialect.

Symbols Undulating like Serpents restless for food.

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If i was a windbone as a lambent seed

you would still the air, and I would fall into the thicket.

If i yearned for sweet water

you would pass me the bitter cup 😦

If i was an injured fawn you would flush me

from the cloister, corner me against cold stone,

and admire my fear

😦

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Everywhere i steer i seek the look of love;

yet love humbles itself like a mannequin

changing its clothes to accomodate the dressmaker.

Underneath there are bandages of the beast.

Underneath there is a tourniquet of deliverance.

But beneath the shell there is Emptiness,

SO DEFIANT!

It is clothed in finery that neither dressmaker nor beast can touch

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YOU have mistaken my search as my soul!

Raking through it for clumps of wisdom,

you have found only what i have lost to you!

Held like rootless dreams

i will vanish in ur touch.

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If u pass ur rake over this emptiness

you will feel clumps of my spirit.

You will find me like tiny pieces of  Mirror Broken

apart yet still collected in one spot

Still staring ever skyward.

Still reflecting one mosaic image.

Still the accompanist of myself.

~~~~~~~~~~HALF MINE?~~~~~~~~~~~

When I see ur face I know u are Half mine

separated by the utmost care to remember all of you

When I undress my body I see that I am half yours
blurred by sudden flight that leaves
the eye wondering what angels carved in their hearts
to remind them so vividly of their home.
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When I see your beauty I know you are half mine
never to be held in a polished mirror
knowing the faithful hunger of our soul.
When I watch your eyes I know they are half mine
tracing a trajectory where sensual virtue is the very spine of us.
When I hold your hand I know it is half mine
wintered in kinship, it circles tenderness
beneath the moon and well of water when the feast is done.
When I kiss your lips I know they are half mine
sent by God’s genealogy to uncover us
in the delicious cauldron of our united breath.
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When I hear you cry I know your loneliness is half mine
so deep the interior that we are lost outside
yearning to give ourselves away
like a promise made before the asking.
And when I look to your past I know it is half mine
running to the choke cherry trees
invisible to the entire universe we found ourselves
laughing in sudden flight
eyeing the carved initials in our hearts.
Sparing the trees.
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http://www.wingmakers.us/wingmakersorig/www.wingmakers.com/arrow/chambers/poetry/poem3.shtml

There are three particular life principles that accelerate the transformational experience and help to align the human instrument with the Sovereign Integral perspective. They are:

1) Universe relationship through gratitude
2) Observance of Source in all things
3) Nuturence of life

When the individual applies these principles, their life experience reveals a deeper meaning to its apparently random events–both in the universal and personal contexts.

Universe Relationship through Gratitude
This is the principle that the Universe of Wholeness represents a collective intelligence that can be personalized as a single Universal Entity. Thus….to read more bout the philosophy of chamber 3 click here.

 

 well, of course anyone that really knows me an my story for the last 5 years well, knows this one is directed at my lovely “blueangelwolf” once again sorry to say

😦

is what it is.although nothing is half mine 😦 especially the money i spent, and time and all MY LOVE …yeah right …MY LOVE…what a crime  😦 over an out frum Q