WELCOME!

Thank you, thank you, thank you. Some circles paint me with horns and a tail, so you sharing you see my ‘beauty’ comes like a breeze of fresh air for me.

Bless you so.

This post continues with more ‘nitty gritty’ in my next one ‘an attachment’, going further into the subject of draining people’s lives.

It just isn’t Loving, even tho that’s what it is called.

I have had some major issues with the bonds of family but could never really explain the whys and hows to be able to make the change I knew needed to be made. Reading this made everything clear and has allowed me to take the step towards that change.

THANK YOU for sharing your beauty with the world!

You have made me think a bit more about that ‘meditation’ of mine. Even if we realize that it no longer serves either us or them see another family member, I think that love – or some variant thereof – remains. This is because of our shared history, biology or whatever. That is the tie I was trying to describe with the gossamer threads. And the reason they were so thin and light is that they do *not* have the power to bind. This tie that remains is the tie of spirit, and what I was trying to share with people is that we have this tie not just with those we think of as close to us but with everyone – and every thing – in creation. We are all One.

I share this not to argue with you, you understand, but to try to clarify what I meant – at least to myself. (And it is nice to discover what I *did* mean!)

I love your i and I metaphor, by the way! (Shades of Rastafarianism…)

Thank you for your patience with me, for I really am trying…

ALL of Us in the World have been taught a pattern of thought that we’re currently moving out of. This pattern of thought is just that, a pattern. And the one we’ve been taught is a contradictory one. There are contradictions and conflicts all over the place in how we think and what we think.

This pattern of conflict has been called “polarity” and “duality”. Ideas of “seperation” are the very foundation of this pattern. For I have to seperate something into pieces in order to create pieces. And I have to have pieces in order to create conflict.

‘Where’ my mind is at, I see no pieces. I see Unity and Perfection. And it’s not like I’m seeing it in some far off and distant place. I’m seeing it in everything in Life, in every ‘here’ and ‘now’ that happens to us, Worldwide. I see no seperation in Reality. But I remember when I did.

So I write, endeavoring to share the understanding of the Unity of things, in terms usually associated in conflict.

What I share usually makes sense.

It doesn’t take any intelligence to make sense. All it takes is the ability to add one idea to another without creating a contradiction in the process. As simple as 1 + 1 = 2.

But the thinking pattern the World has taught us, is a pattern where nothing makes any sense, 1 – 1 = 0.

And that’s why what I write is confusing sometimes. If people are compassionate and patient with me, as I endeavor to sort of, learn how to translate the one pattern into another, I’ll eventually come up with something.

Smiling.

her fantasy was that she would finally meet her dream man face to face, as his face disappeared under her front driver’s side tire.

I gave it some thought. My intuition tells me the terms “love” & “light” have been used expressing so many airy fairy sentiments, not grounded in sense and practicality, that they’ve become cliches.

How ’bout bonds of:

glory? splendor? majesty? granduer? magnificence? exhaltation? brilliance? and triumph?

Color me beautiful.

Pretend you can see that one of your friends has a bucket of manure hanging over their head that is about to fall upon them. You warn them, ‘There’s a bucket of manure that’s about to come crashing down upon you!’ But they simply say you’re a crazy old fool with failing eyesight. Delusional and suffering from hallucinations of dementia, too.

Now what are you going to do?

If you argue, then you’re guilty of using force to try to dominate the other person’s reality. Forcing your version over theirs. And they’re not going to like it, nor feel appreciative of it, nor have any liking or appreciation for you, either.

The wisest choice you can make, is to withdraw. Put a distance between you and that bucket of manure, so when it does fall, you won’t be splattered all over with the contents, too. You can then to come to your friend’s aid, with a soapy washcloth and a warm bucket of clean water.

Your friend will then most likey curse themselves for being a fool and not listening and, be very appreciative of having a friend like you, that did not hold their decisions against them and, did not abandon them in their time of need.

I have the Courage some may say, to share a perspective that is quite different then most of us have heard. I do not really recognize this ‘courage’ myself. You could say it’s one of my own self recognition issues.

I’m sharing, enjoying creative self expression. I never ask for anyone to believe me. Far from it. I direct us inwards, to consult what our own hearts have to tell us.

This is where it sometimes gets sticky. For most of us identify our gut felt emotions, with our heart, thus confusing a lot of our issues. All of our dense emotions are gut centered and that’s why I keep repeating ‘to our own HEARTS be true’.

Please feel welcome here.

{hugs}