who, me?

Butterfly

amadas — Wed, 11 Jun 2008 19:13:03 GMT

Flyin right on out of here. Bless the South for all it's beauty and corruption. never the twain shall meet. A book is brewing, bringing to light the injustice of what has been done to the earth here. In it I will include the fate of all 3 superfund sites in the 10 mile vicinity of which I grew up. THANK THE GODDESS my children do not have 3 heads and 6 arms, and that we have found the strength in our hearts to continue our journey on out despite the resistance. Thank you everyone who has helped to make this job a little lighter, with your words and your hearts. Okay, time to fly, gonna go run around naked in an old forest, let all this go, I think if i get going fast enough maybe i really will fly.......... Hope to see you there!!!! LoVE LOve loVE

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amadas — Tue, 27 May 2008 01:33:19 GMT

"I admire your intellect" said God through the mouth of a man who would forget what he said 5 minutes later When Mother Theresa was asked what she saw every day on the streets of Calcutta, she replied, "I see Jesus Christ in all his distressing disguises" she has also been known to say "There is a net of love by which you can catch souls" I wonder if she remembers... Ammachi spoke clearly to me one night, although her person was not physically present. A bum was walking behind me, saying "creature, creature, creature" and I was frightened of him. She said, Amy, give him a hug. After all, she is the hugging saint.... I said no way,, That is sooo gross. I failed the test. But soon after, I saw the bum, same guy, same gross. and I hugged him. Big hug. and he looked at me, and he put his hand on my belly, and I saw God through his eyes. and just in case I hadn't he spoke. Would you like to know what he said? Okay I'll tell you. But first you must promise me that you will take these words as a message to yourself. Because these words are for everybody, and everybody is God and Goddess inherit. Every bum, every king, every mother, every father, every child. Everyone. With that bum's hand on my stomach, God said, "You are Love" Thank you Amma Thank you mama Thank you Carl the bum.

a poem a day til mothers day

amadas — Mon, 05 May 2008 03:20:19 GMT

No rubies of red for my lady No jewel that glitters and charms but the light of the skies, in a little one's eyes, and a necklace of two little arms. Of two little arms that are clinging, (Oh ne'er was a necklace like this!) and the wealth of the world, and love's sweetness impearled, In the joy of a little one's kiss. A necklace of love for my lady, That was linked by the angels above, No other but this, and a tender sweet kiss, That sealeth a little one's love. Frank L. Stanton (1857-1927)

okay maybe 2 a day til mother's day

amadas — Sun, 04 May 2008 04:26:37 GMT

"so if I do not seem happy with the thought of you-you will understand. I must feel my mother's hand slip out of mine before I can really take yours. She is my first, great love. She was a wonderful, rare woman-you do not know, as strong, and steadfast, and generous as the sun. She could be swift as a white whiplash, and as kind and gentle as warm rain, and as steadfast as the irreducible earth beneath us. " -D.H. Lawrence in a letter he wrote to Louie Burrows, the woman to whom he had proposed a few days earlier

a poem a day til mother's day

amadas — Sun, 04 May 2008 04:11:49 GMT

"Backward, turn backward, O time, in your flight, Make me a child again, just for tonight! Mother, come back, from the echoless shore, Take me again to your heart, as of yore, Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care, Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair, Over my slumbers your loving watch keep, Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep!" -Elizabeth Akers Allen, 19th century american poet

A little bit of time makes a really big difference in someone's life

amadas — Sat, 26 Apr 2008 03:20:31 GMT

I recently was inspired to start writing prisoners. I had a few friends who were incarcerated and just getting mail was like, heaven to them. It was all they had. So I found a group for Native American prisoners who needed pen pals. Having married a Native American man and hearing how life was on the reservation, I felt alot of empathy for children growing up in that kind of environment, as well as for the adults who maybe were not served justice because of their income level or race. I also saw "Trudell" and was REALLY inspired to do something, anything. So I found a few people, and took 15 minutes out of my week and wrote each of them a short letter. OH MY GODDESS they were soooo totally excited. I cried when I recieved their letters. Alot of them were in for drugs, a few of them committed crimes when they were kids, one of them got 25 years for something he did when he was 14, under the influence of drugs and a responsible adult "mentor". I felt really alot of compassion for him, and we have since become really close friends. He said everybody stopped writing after like, 5 years and he no longer had anyone to correspond with. I asked him about his beliefs. I figured since he was native american that was how he practiced. He said he was a druid, and everyone thought he worshipped satan but he really didn't. Can you imagine my surprise? I was blown away, the universe really has a way of bringing kindred souls together when they are in need, and this is a perfect example of how manifestation takes place in our hearts every day. All we have to do is reach out. All we have to do is ask, and believe. All it takes is a few minutes to change someone's life completely. All it takes is a little awareness and compassion and the entire universe opens up in front of your eyes. Not many of us have the guts to reach out quite so far, I mean, what if they murdered somebody, or what if theyr'e a perv or something? Well, I looked way past my fear, and I remembered this world is but a reflection of the light that shines upon it. I plan on shining all the brighter because of the darkness I have found. Peace love and blessings to all, and remember how precious your freedom is tonight, as you lay in your snuggly bed. Just one happy thought is all it takes, just one grateful moment in time.

What the universe has taught me

amadas — Fri, 17 Jun 2005 05:40:42 GMT

"Genius is childhood revisited"