Birth is…
Birth is a beginning
And death is a destination.
And life is a journey
from childhood to maturity.
And youth to age;
From innocence to knowing;
From foolishness to discretion
and then, perhaps, to wisdom;
From weakness to strength
Or strength to weakness -
and often back again;
From health to sickness
and back, we pray, to health again;
From offence to forgiveness,
From loneliness to love,
From joy to gratitude,
From pain to compassion,
And grief to understanding -
From fear to faith;
And from defeat to defeat to defeat -
Until, looking backward or ahead,
We see that victory lies
Not at some high place along the way,
But in having made the journey, stage by stage,
a sacred pilgrimage.
Birth is a beginning.
And death a destination.
And life is a journey,
A sacred pilgrimage
to life everlasting.
Siddhartha, Holden Caulfield, Stephen Dedalus AND Waldo!
Just a quick stream of conscious run… here we go…Siddhartha, Holden Caulfield, Stephen Dedalus AND Waldo! Martin Handford, the creator of “Wheres Waldo” is making me think tonite… Waldo isn’t lost and he isn’t ever found, he always is just Waldo, doing his Waldo thing all around the world, but is it Waldo or a projection of Waldo wanting to be found or wanting to have a purpose that is asking us to find him and with reason? When Waldo is “found”, what is actually “found”? He’s always surrounded by millions of unique characters… is he an outsider or the main character…and whatever the occasion is, he is waldo, dressed in waldo attire, not casual, or casual, just waldo. Is what we are supposed to learn from “Wheres Waldo” is to ask ourselves “Where am I?” and learn from Waldo that if we embrace who we are then we will never be lost or never be found, we will just always “be” in every page of life…and if anyone decides to look for us, they will always be able to spot us in a crowd of millions if they decide to look hard enough. We learn self discovery through his journey and search of his own enlightenment.
Be grateful for what you have … be grateful for all you are. See this body as a sacred vessel carrying you from where you are to who you are. You are always connected to where you are heading, while being exactly where you are right now. This is the progression of your evolution … from the eternal source — to the infinite sea.
This is what we yogis call ‘The River’. Your opportunity opens up when you become conscious of the river’s total journey; relishing in your distant connection to this ocean (your destination) while enthusiastically embracing your moment in the journey (your now).
The cosmos (including Earth) has no vacancies — this is [its] absolute nature. When any movement (physical or mental) takes place at your location, equal movement simultaneously takes place at your destination. When you occupy the total space (The River) in this way, you are embracing not only your movement in this moment, but also the momentum of your complete vision.
You are now working with the ‘Oneness’ nature of creation … GOD … (the omnipresent provider) responding to the conscious openness in your request (your vision). Be very disciplined to not introduce doubt into this equation; it clouds the accuracy and disrupts the efficiency of the process.
This is the science of manifestation … using the power of intention — linked through the clarity of your vision — linked to persistent proper action — linked to the absolute nature of the cosmos (grace). This is what it means to become ‘The River’ … this is what it means to manifest the ocean.
– Guru Singh - http://blog.gurusingh.com/Was i just in an episode of LOST?
i think i may have been concious in an parallel dimension while i was unconcious in this one, or vice versa?
I decided to make it an early nite, and was falling asleep, (just in silence and dark, not intoxicated of any sort). I was having a really hard time falling asleep, pretty restless
Then all of a sudden I wasnt in my current bed, I was in my old childhood bed, with earplugs on, and my stereo playing Phantom Of the Opera. I started having a conversation with whoever was keeping me from sleeping and felt physically ill…I decided to take out my ear plugs and turn off my stereo… thats when my eyes dramatically opened and i was back in my dark, quiet room, disorientated… i figured aout an hour had gone by and i was asleep, but i looked at my clock and only 3 minutes went by. at the same time, the other side of my bed, that my back was turned to, i felt movement and presence of another body in my bed…I waited a bit to get my brain back together and turned around and no one was there… i got out of bed and made something to eat (comfort food?) … my body was so sore and tired and it felt like i had been run over by a truck and had been sleeping for a year.
weird. things like this happen to anyone else?
I’m sick of hearing about Kanye, and hes not that great
finally, someone legit to back me up - an interview with Quincy Jones
Us: Kanye West is similar to you in that he’s the producer everybody wants to work with in the last decade…
QJ: How man? No way. Did he write for a symphony orchestra? Does he write for a jazz orchestra? Come on, man. He’s just a rapper. There’s no comparison. I’m not putting him down or making a judgement or anything, but we come from two different sides of the planet. I spent 28 years learning my first skill. I don’t rap. It’s not the same thing. A producer has to have some sort of skills that enable him to be a producer. It’s totally different to know what to do with 16 woodwinds you know from piccolos down to bass clarinet. It’s a whole different mindset. No comparison. None.
Us: What do you think of him?
QJ: I don’t think about him much. He’s a great rapper, but there are a lot of good rappers. I just did The View with Ludacris, who’s one of my favorites. He’s a beautiful human being and college educated. I joke with him and say, ‘How did ‘Move Bitch Get Out The Way’ come out of you?’ But I was raised around the Mafia when I was a kid in Chicago in the 30s. Chicago’s rough. I’m from the streets, I know what’s up!
A weird thing happened to me tonite…
I had gotten starbucks and was sitting outside by myself. A lady came over from the next table and asks if she can sit down next to me cuz she said felt like she needed to. She then proceeded to vent to me for like an hour. she was talkin about appreciating life and opportunities, because times she thought everything sucked and there were no opportunities were actually times there were. She said she was close to being homeless, was starving and on social security. She was on the verge of tears when talking about how she took her parents for granted and that you just think theyre Gonna live forever, and then before you know it, they pass away. Her guy friend for many years won’t help her anymore cuz of his wife, she had a hard time understanding why no one in this world would help her - i gave her advice (which she actually listened to, and i was surprised i was able to dish up some relevelant words of wisdom) - it gave me such a bitch slap of perspective. I was bordeline in tears!
Some of you may know, but for those who dont - in Hollywood, there is a guy named west hollywood Jesus, who is very tall, long hair and big beard, that wears a white robe and sandals, no one really knows what his deal is - anyways I Swear this happened - when she was talking about having faith in god, west Hollywood Jesus walks into starbucks on his cell phone!
thats it.
Rock band MELEE is burning up the iTunes chart with their latest album, The Masquerade & although I’ve been a fan for many years, I am rediscovering just why I fell in love with this band in the first place. MELEE has a way of sinking a pop hook deeply into your being…so deep in fact that…
(Source: meleeinterview)
Before I had studied Zen for thirty years, I saw mountains as mountains,
and waters as waters.
When I arrived at a more intimate knowledge, I came to the point
where I saw that mountains are not mountains,
and waters are not waters.
But now that I have got its very substance I am at rest.
For it’s just that I see mountains once again as mountains,
and waters once again as waters.
Seriously present day novelists, step it up! There needs to be a new Homer
“Poseidon has struck their well-rigged ship on the open sea with gale winds and crushing walls of waves, and only a few escape, swimming, struggling out of the frothing surf to reach the shore, their bodies crusted with salt but buoyed up with joy as they plant their feet on solid ground again, spared a deadly fate. So joyous now to her the sight of her husband, vivid in her gaze, that her white arms, embracing his neck would never for a moment let him go…” (Book 23, Lines 263-272)
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I'm a 21st century philosopher. With so much information at our finger tips - how can a thinker resist over-thinking?
