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January 17, 2006
Rosanna is a magical divine child, a keeper of the wisdom ways, a priestess of high magic, a true visionary. She’s an amazingly inspired creatrix living an artful life.
Lovely Rosanna I am so grateful that you are in my life. You are such a beautiful, and radiant gift to the world ~ I love you ~ Kristi
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"To lift your eyes to heaven
When all mens' eyes are on the ground,
Is not easy.
To worship at the feet of the angels
When all men worship only fame and riches,
Is not easy.
But the most difficult of all
Is to think the thoughts of the angels,
To speak the words of the angels,
And to do as angels do.
"As the son inherits the land of his father,
So have we inherited a Holy Land
From our Fathers.
T'his land is not a field to be ploughed,
But a place within us
Where we may build our Holy Temple.
And even as a temple must be raised,
Stone by stone,
So will I give to you those stones
For the building of the Holy Temple;
That which we have inherited
From our Fathers,
And their Fathers' Fathers."
And all gathered around, and their faces shone with desire to hear the words which would come from his lips. And he lifted his face to the rising sun, and the radiance of its rays filled his eyes as he spoke:
"The Holy Temple can be built
Only with the ancient Communions,
Those which are spoken,
Those which are thought,
And those which are lived.
For if they are spoken only with the mouth,
They are as a dead hive
Which the bees have forsaken,
That gives no more honey.
Communions are a bridge
Between man and the angels,
And like a bridge,
Can be built only with patience,
Yea, even as the bridge over the river
Is fashioned stone by stone,
As they are found by the water's edge.
And the Communions are fourteen in number
As the Angels of the Heavenly Father
Number seven,
And the Angels of the Earthly Mother
Number seven.
And just as the roots of the tree
Sink into the earth and are nourished,
And the branches of the tree
Raise their arms to heaven,
So is man like the trunk of the tree,
With his roots deep
In the breast of his Earthly Mother,
And his soul ascending
To the bright stars of his Heavenly Father.
And the roots of the tree
Are the Angels of the Earthly Mother,
And the branches of the tree
Are the Angels of the Heavenly Father.
And this is the sacred Tree of Life
Which stands in the Sea of Eternity...
Fri, February 13, 2009 - 6:57 PM
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Profound and tranquil,
Free from complexity,
Uncompounded luminous clarity,
Beyond the mind of conceptual ideas;
This is the depth of the mind of the buddhas.
In this there is not a thing to be removed,
Nor anything that needs to be added.
It is merely the immaculate
Looking naturally at itself.
-Nyoshul Khen Rinpoche
Sun, March 18, 2007 - 1:58 PM
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Pooh looked at his two paws. He knew that one of them was the right, and he knew that when you had decided which one of them was the right, then the other was the left, but he never could remember how to begin.
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“Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.”
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“If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together.. there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. but the most important thing is, even if we're apart.. i'll always be with you.”
“"I don't see much sense in that," said Rabbit.
"No," said Pooh humbly, "there isn't. But there was going to be when I began it. It's just that something happened to it along the way."”
Fri, March 16, 2007 - 1:13 AM
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Backyard Garden Survivalists,
bassnectar,
Biodiesel,
campfire songs with micha and leighton,
cheap shelter,
Children of our Tribe,
Damanhur,
El Circo,
Elfincones,
Funginears,
G-Spot,
Homes On Wheels,
Liquid Fire Mantra,
Mystic Family Circus,
Non Traditional Housing,
North Bay Hoopers,
PeepSHowMiniGolf,
RAB's RIDDLE,
Shamanism,
...
about me
Ever changing, laugh alot, conjure, bask in and reflect beauty, cusp of Libra/Scorpio, Mayan Signature: White Spectral Mirror, poetic-mystic soul, ardent, inquisitive, adventuresome - oh there's loads more...
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