It is morning and I have awaken, the sounds of Spartan killing Elite permeates the air. I have updated my blog and am making plans to write in it daily. I do not know what it is I plan to write but I I know it will be randomly entertaining!
One thing I do plan, however, is to try and use this blog as a creative writing outlet. I really really want to write something, like a book or what not, and every source I check out says the best way to become a writer is to actually write. So here I am writing about anything, something, or nothing. Enjoy!
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Thursday, January 6, 2011
The One Temple
The ALL
I am that I am
The beginning of Awareness
The One Temple we all belong to is the Earth. The sacred body from which we all arise and one day we shall all return to. The Earth is our home and our caretaker we pay homage to Her that is the source of all life.
In our daily wanderings we must remember to reflect upon the ground which we tread. We must give thanks daily for the stability and permanence of the world in which we live. The earth is our home, our mother, our caretaker, and our final resting place. Our entire spiritual journey is placed within the realm of the Temple of the Earth. Without Her we would not be, and without Her we cannot continue to exist. The greatest revered is the One for whom we all owe our lives.
Blessings to you our Mother
Softly I walk upon your fertile ground
I take my needs from your body
And dance the circle thrice around
Make each day a sacred day. Do not take for granted the life given to you. Work in peace and harmony with all nature and revere the Earth as our Temple, our holy place. The sacred circle of life is happening all around us set on the stage of the Earth. We are one with our Temple, one with the Earth, and the eternal forces of nature. Feel the connection and tread softly the path to your enlightenment.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
The Waking Dream
I wander though the world as in a dream. Each day more unreal to me than the last. The moments I spend awake seem like the dream, moments I must endure before the blessed reality of sleep takes me home once more.
Here I sit in a fog, a general confusion, for the workings of the world around me. My thoughts disjointed ramblings trying to make sense of it all. My senses betray me as I take it all in. The touch of this pen, my hand on the table, all illusions created for my benefit, for my torment.
Only in solitude do I find myself. Only alone away from the trappings of this age do I truly begin to feel at peace, whole. In the woods all themes become possible, all possibilities become clear. The trees in their ancient solitude appear as quiet companions, guarding and watching over me.
The cold wet earth beneath my feet holds its own secrets, its own special magic that lures me onward. It is only in the peaceful solitude, that moment we stop and listen to the sounds of nature around us, that we can experience the wonder of it all, the majesty and mystery that we continually deny ourselves in the human pursuit of advancement. Each day takes us further and further away from ourselves, from our connection to life itself.
Life as we know it is not real, it is a mass hallucination created out of fear of the unknown. We are born into the dream, taken from the womb and taught diligently how to un-become, how to loose our spirit and how to trudge our way through this made up existence.
But in dreaming we return, if only briefly, to reality. In dreaming we are freed from the constraints the world has imposed upon us and we can be who we were truly meant to be. Sitting alone in the forest is like a waking dream. It is a moment where we can remember the magic. Magic that we've been denied for so long. In solitude we loose the distractions and are free to find ourselves recaptured by the mystery that life was meant to be.
"Though the field of empty dreams I walk alone" sings Greenday. The melody capturing the rhythm of my heart. Here in the fading light of the day, on an earthen path through ancient trees, I walk alone. But here in the comfort of the close green wilderness I know that I am not alone.
As in the waking dream my surroundings become surreal. My senses are alive and aware of all that is around me. I feel the presence of the spirits of this place. Some quick and mischievous and some quiet and serene. They beckon to me, calling to my heart, pulling me onward.
Here I sit in a fog, a general confusion, for the workings of the world around me. My thoughts disjointed ramblings trying to make sense of it all. My senses betray me as I take it all in. The touch of this pen, my hand on the table, all illusions created for my benefit, for my torment.
Only in solitude do I find myself. Only alone away from the trappings of this age do I truly begin to feel at peace, whole. In the woods all themes become possible, all possibilities become clear. The trees in their ancient solitude appear as quiet companions, guarding and watching over me.
The cold wet earth beneath my feet holds its own secrets, its own special magic that lures me onward. It is only in the peaceful solitude, that moment we stop and listen to the sounds of nature around us, that we can experience the wonder of it all, the majesty and mystery that we continually deny ourselves in the human pursuit of advancement. Each day takes us further and further away from ourselves, from our connection to life itself.
Life as we know it is not real, it is a mass hallucination created out of fear of the unknown. We are born into the dream, taken from the womb and taught diligently how to un-become, how to loose our spirit and how to trudge our way through this made up existence.
But in dreaming we return, if only briefly, to reality. In dreaming we are freed from the constraints the world has imposed upon us and we can be who we were truly meant to be. Sitting alone in the forest is like a waking dream. It is a moment where we can remember the magic. Magic that we've been denied for so long. In solitude we loose the distractions and are free to find ourselves recaptured by the mystery that life was meant to be.
"Though the field of empty dreams I walk alone" sings Greenday. The melody capturing the rhythm of my heart. Here in the fading light of the day, on an earthen path through ancient trees, I walk alone. But here in the comfort of the close green wilderness I know that I am not alone.
As in the waking dream my surroundings become surreal. My senses are alive and aware of all that is around me. I feel the presence of the spirits of this place. Some quick and mischievous and some quiet and serene. They beckon to me, calling to my heart, pulling me onward.
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