"The basis of life is Freedom, the purpose of life is Joy" - Abraham
You came here to feel joy, in the expansion of your own consciousness.
You can’t escape it, one of its waves contains you already. And that’s a good thing.
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Because being suspended in liquid honey is the closest I could so far describe the feeling of being absolutely in love with something or someone.
Because every time I see a real flower (not the ones produced on a massive scale, with their DNA messed up, so they stay in perfect shape for longer, but with little to no smell at all left), I think to myself: as long as flowers still blossom, there can be no question on the existence of Love.
Because anytime I feel pain, physical or spiritual, I remember that it’s nothing more than evidence of the lack of love, or scarcity of it. Even the pain inflicted by others, because that’s nothing more than a request for attention from those who do it.
Because tea is a form of liquid love which you pour inside your body, with hours and hours of good “side effects”. Tea is the story of the planet, encapsulated in the pores of leaves, that starts to unfold once again under hot water, being brought back to life, for enough time to whisper to our souls about the magic of life. And it is the echo which reverberates inside our organs and veins, getting us back to our primary rhythm. Connecting our mind, heart and root energies in a stronger bond, while washing away the traces of dis-ease and the inevitable frustration built up over time, from the walls of inner landscapes.
I’m talking about the tea made from the plants grown on chemical-free soil, hand-picked and sun-dried, you know, the right kind, that keeps the sun and the wind in them, after the water has evaporated. Not those things with 7 labels on the package to convince us that they are natural, when in fact no memory of how they’re supposed to smell or taste remains in those tea bags. Evidence of desperate attempts of men in white robes debating on how to imitate nature, and multiply something which just looks like it, for the bigger profit.
Because it’s the air that keeps us alive, and the air which eventually oxides and erodes the appearances of the body and the material into oblivion, so that the new could emerge.
All those little love makings triggered by each breath in and out feed little rivers of new life throughout my internal universe. And so I know I am being loved as long as I am the recipient of this exchange of new and old.
Because I am water. We are more like water than like any other thing. We are more like water, air, and thought, than we like to admit at this point in time. Water is synonym to magic. It heals, clears, nurtures and transforms. It can transform in anything it needs: patience, impatience, nurture or destruction. It holds the knowledge of the Earth. Life could not begin unless we were fully immersed in the sacred communion liquid first. While humans barely communicate trough words and actions, the Earth communicates through the wind, the water, us, and everything else.
7. The Sun
Because most things follow the Sun, and I feel them all a part of me. Because me and the trees miss it badly in the winter. Because few things can escape the secret agreement it has with the other things that remind me of Love, and also with every cell of my being, such as it is perceived within the boundaries made by men.
The smell of freshly cut grass makes me grateful to be here now.
The color green of leaves and plants is the color of the Heart Chakra.
The trick is not to be tricked by how we are the same, and how we are unique.
…inspired by the wisdom found on The Moon Woman‘s facebook page : )
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A fleeting sensation, an expansion of a single moment, a connection between what is felt and what is known. A temporary recipient of memory. A wave of the ocean that decided to embark on a journey. A fragment of vibration in slow motion, melted by space, sustained by a mystery we all posses, in the very making of our cells, the same way the Universe holds it in all the stars and the distances that make it.
I rest in this knowing, feeling my path, gliding like a bead on a DNA spiral of an intention. I am one with the mirror I find here, the portal to oneness, the dream that becomes.
A thought, undeniable, like the foam of an ocean wave.
Life shouldn’t escape us. How did we become so numb to its touch? Where does all the beauty go? The wonders, the moments when everything makes perfect sense?
The magic of being able to feel the magic.
Each time someone has given up, it’s because they didn’t know something. One little detail that would have changed their mind.
If only we could remember that we are Love. Even if we don’t believe it. Even when the evidence escapes us.
Love never gives up, never quits. Because it doesn’t know how to.
Sometimes, all you can do is observe. The day, the moment, the feeling, in this space you’ve been given that is your body and which you share with the Universe, and record your reactions for future reference.
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Multiple Moment – Dream
Before all this existed, all this was a dream.
There’s a type of feeling like something’s missing, one that can’t be relinquished with money, things, food or people. When you get to that point, it’s time to silence the chatter of life and the world, for a shorter, or longer minute.
There’s a dormant dream inside your deeper self, you can find it in the magnificent silence of the depths of your being, and in the same time scattered around in every cell of your body.
You know what it is, by the things that make you come alive, the words you choose to listen to, the people you choose to love, the patience you have with only some things, the places you go to every day, the ones you can touch and the ones you carry with you in your heart.
That dream is always with you and always will be. In everything you did or didn’t, in all the actions you will or not choose to take. Follow its guidance, it will take you places you never even dreamed of. Ignore it, and it will hunt you like a ghost. Moment by moment, week by week, year after year, it will ask for your permission to come alive, and saying “no” to it will feel like dying a little bit inside.
You can forget your dream, but the dream doesn’t forget you.
Your dream lives inside you, the way the Earth lived inside the veins of the Universe once. It’s there.
Versiunea în română: https://soulpatterns.wordpress.com/2013/09/14/visul/
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Did you ever contemplate the landscape of the Earth without water?
Just mountains, plains and deep cavities?
No blue, no reflection, no wave? How would we learn about the soul and life?
Wouldn’t the Moon feel lonely?
If the temperature of your body, the air around you, and the water you get in to, would be in sync, you would barely sense the difference, the only contrast would be the subtle waves of pressure that results from two entities, with only a barrier of tissue and vibrations between them.
Almost suspended, like a bird on a wind current, you are being lifted without wings.
There’s a mute dialog and pure closeness.
The volumes moving inside and on the surfaces of the liquid mass that holds you, the pulling and the pressure remind you, in an undeniable way, that you are moving at once with the water, the earth and the skies, that you are in a relation with them, a part of them, and them – a part of you.
You feel a mixed sensation of primeval need for air, fear of death and need for safety. Your brain will allow you a few seconds to stay in between like this, but it will eventually go against it.
Eventually, you reach out to the surface, and for a moment, you feel new, purified, as if reborn.
Somewhere between the rain and the ocean, frailty and destruction, it quenches our thirst and feeds our dreams.
There’s always an amount of blessings we forget to be grateful about.
Varianta în română: https://soulpatterns.wordpress.com/2013/07/12/intre-lumina-si-materie/