Mantras

Unlocked & Opened

Daratman — Sat, 12 Jul 2008 03:48:22 GMT

-- A Lovers Call -- Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you As infants look upon the breast of their mothers? Or are you in your chamber where the shrine of Virtue has been placed in your honor, and upon Which you offer my heart and soul as sacrifice? Or amongst the books, seeking human knowledge, While you are replete with heavenly wisdom? Oh companion of my soul, where are you? Are you Praying in the temple? Or calling Nature in the Field, haven of your dreams? Are you in the huts of the poor, consoling the Broken-hearted with the sweetness of your soul, and Filling their hands with your bounty? You are God's spirit everywhere; You are stronger than the ages. Do you have memory of the day we met, when the halo of You spirit surrounded us, and the Angels of Love Floated about, singing the praise of the soul's deed? Do you recollect our sitting in the shade of the Branches, sheltering ourselves from Humanity, as the ribs Protect the divine secret of the heart from injury? Remember you the trails and forest we walked, with hands Joined, and our heads leaning against each other, as if We were hiding ourselves within ourselves? Recall you the hour I bade you farewell, And the Maritime kiss you placed on my lips? That kiss taught me that joining of lips in Love Reveals heavenly secrets which the tongue cannot utter! That kiss was introduction to a great sigh, Like the Almighty's breath that turned earth into man. That sigh led my way into the spiritual world, Announcing the glory of my soul; and there It shall perpetuate until again we meet. I remember when you kissed me and kissed me, With tears coursing your cheeks, and you said, "Earthly bodies must often separate for earthly purpose, And must live apart impelled by worldly intent. "But the spirit remains joined safely in the hands of Love, until death arrives and takes joined souls to God. "Go, my beloved; Love has chosen you her delegate; Over her, for she is Beauty who offers to her follower The cup of the sweetness of life. As for my own empty arms, your love shall remain my Comforting groom; you memory, my Eternal wedding." Where are you now, my other self? Are you awake in The silence of the night? Let the clean breeze convey To you my heart's every beat and affection. Are you fondling my face in your memory? That image Is no longer my own, for Sorrow has dropped his Shadow on my happy countenance of the past. Sobs have withered my eyes which reflected your beauty And dried my lips which you sweetened with kisses. Where are you, my beloved? Do you hear my weeping From beyond the ocean? Do you understand my need? Do you know the greatness of my patience? Is there any spirit in the air capable of conveying To you the breath of this dying youth? Is there any Secret communication between angels that will carry to You my complaint? Where are you, my beautiful star? The obscurity of life Has cast me upon its bosom; sorrow has conquered me. Sail your smile into the air; it will reach and enliven me! Breathe your fragrance into the air; it will sustain me! Where are you, me beloved? Oh, how great is Love! And how little am I! - Khalil Gibran

Next Level Loving.

Daratman — Fri, 27 Jun 2008 10:22:23 GMT

Love . . . has nothing to do with somebody else, it is your state of being. Love . . . is not a relationship. A relationship is possible but love is not confined to it, it beyond it, it is more than that. Man becomes mature . . . the moment he starts loving rather than needing. He starts overflowing, he starts sharing, he starts giving. And when two mature persons are in love, one of the greatest paradoxes of life happens, one of the most beautiful phenomena… They are together, and yet tremendously alone; they are almost one. But their oneness does not destroy their individuality.” - -------------------- “Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse that the suffering itself. And no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams”, replied the Alchemist. --------------------- Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they''ll love you back! Don''t expect love in return just wait for it to grow in their heart but if it doesn''t let love remain in you --------------------- When love is truly given unconditionally, you do so with humbleness, with the understanding that it is not important whether it is received or not. It is a true offering to the Divine. The Love vibration will not be lost, and if you stay open and detached, it will come back to you. Remember to release your expectations of from where you are hoping to receive love, and you will experience the depth of transcendental unconditional love. ~D.

A little piece of your creation

Daratman — Sat, 14 Jun 2008 06:38:53 GMT

"Nevertheless, to praise you is the desire of man, a little piece of your creation. You stir man to take pleasure in praising you, because you have made us for yourself, and our heart is restless until it rests in you." ~Saint Augustine

Why Would a Loving God Allow Suffering In The World?

Daratman — Sat, 31 May 2008 14:58:37 GMT

"God Whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: it is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world". Have you learn more about yourself when things were going well, or when you were faced with challenges, frustrations, and suffering? As much as we would like to avoid those experiences, without them would we not be shallow, self-centered creatures who would ultimately lose all sense of nobility or striving for the betterment of others? Consider this: If the most important decision we are to make on this earth is a decision about belief, and the most important relationship we are to develop on this earth is a relationship with God, and if our existence as spiritual creatures is not limited to what we can know and observe during our earthly lifetime, then human sufferings take on a wholly new context. We may never fully understand the reasons for these painful experiences, but we can begin to accept the idea that there may be such reasons. If God is loving and wishes the best for us, then perhaps His plan is not the same as our plan. ~The Language of God - Francis S. Collins

Loving you. Kimmy

Daratman — Wed, 21 May 2008 07:06:04 GMT

Happy Journey back home Angel! Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain. I am in the morning hush, I am in the graceful rush Of beautiful birds in circling flight, I am the starshine of the night. I am in the flowers that bloom, I am in a quiet room. I am in the birds that sing, I am in each lovely thing. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there. I did not die.

Along the same lines

Daratman — Tue, 22 Apr 2008 02:56:59 GMT

I had been doing a cleanse for the past 5 days. The cleanse includes, among other things, copious amounts of herbs, Nonie juice, Psyllium shakes and colonics. Well, it was while taking part in the latest at a Health Clinic here in bali, where the Doctor performing the treatment point out to me that some of the material coming out of me was residual meat that was never processed by my body and was stuck together with mucus to my colon. In a state of shock, I quickly responded, half joking, that the only way that could be possible is if that would had been in my intestines for at least seven years, that is about the time where I stop eating meat. To what she responded, "yes. Seven years, or longer than that, that's why most people gets colon cancer, toxins from meat and others are stuck in their colons for years". And then she proceed to re-assure me to never eat meat again... Needless to said, after seeing that, I didn't need much more confirmation. Another solid fact, this one from my own experience, of why I choose to be vegan.

You know it, i am pushing your buttons with this one: "Vegetarianism"

Daratman — Tue, 22 Apr 2008 02:56:00 GMT

Excerpt from The Template by Juliet & Jiva Carter "Vegetarianism" The journey of liberation begins with needlessness as a state of total sentient sovereignty is realized. As we begin to reconnect circuitry and resurrect the original Human blueprint, we integrate and synthesize a natural resonance with the Benevolent Source of Creation. As this resonance gradually and harmoniously infiltrates every level of consciousness we will begin to redefine the way in which we sustain ourselves. Physically, we will no longer be able to sustain our molecular structure by taking the of life in any form as the Human matrix is altered through heightened awareness of its interconnectedness with all creation. Energy will then be directly assimilated through Sacred Breath as we internally manufacture, in the alchemical laboratory of the Human temple, elixirs of eternal life. This will not happen through intellectual direction alone but through the harmonious unfolding of organic alignments radiating out from our inner core. With more and more reconnected circuitry we will integrate more and more of the Source Consciousness that supports our desire to become harmless and needless. "Whosever eats of the fresh of slain beasts, eats of the body of death." - The Essene Gospel of Peace The planetary frequency is becoming more and more dense as we move closer to the pinnacle of the precession of the equinoxes. Simultaneously the periphery of a new reality, a new model of existence, a new paradigm, is forming the counter-balance for this acceleration of the shadow. Many of us are living in both worlds. This transitional phase is a great and testing challenge. To stabilize this new paradigm when all around you the prevailing frequencies of fear oppose you, is exhausting. the physical body has to deal with many new chemicals and a barrage of fear-inducing global insanities that are disturbing our hormonal balance. Negative manipulation of consciousness through media is accelerating daily. Food has lost the integrity of its infrastructure as it becomes undermined by the use of chemicals inescapable in the air and water, and hugely by genetically modified seed banks. There is less and less resonance with this food supply as not only is it becoming less digestible, but also our resonance with a greater spectrum of light is lessening our resonance with the archaic process of gross consumption... the buying, cooking, eating, eliminating process. Our conscious evolution is preparing us on deep levels to embrace a direct assimilation of pure energy. CONSUMING FLASE SUBSTANTIATES THE DEATH RESONANCE DEFILING THE SACRED ENCLOSURE OF THE BODY-TEMPLE. Even those who have for many years abstained from the consumption of flesh are mistaking their feelings of exhaustion and desire for nourishment as a lack of flash protein. Many are grounding themselves into a reality that is stabilized by feat, by eating fear. As death approaches, the animal chosen for slaughter moves quickly into 'fight or flight' mode, releasing massive amounts of adrenaline into its muscular structure in order to stimulate the strength and speed it will need to scape its killer. When this toxic substance is ingested it stimulates the reptilian brain to trigger exaggerated aggression responses. Adrenal toxicity accelerates the degeneration of the physical body. When ingesting slain flash you are, without doubt, involved in, and responsible for, not only the death of the animal but also its suffering. The inescapable, inherent sense of guilt triggers deep denial and the subjugation of compassion that dulls the senses, creating paranoid -self-revulsion neurosis; substantiating the hopelessness of your own separation from the continuum. There is little point in cleansing your chakras with crystal and clearing your spaces with incense when you continue to defile your body-temple with slain flesh. This is not a moral issue... it is one of balance. No amount of positive thinking or 'blessings' can correct the imbalance. You cannot expect to fully enjoy and receive that which you take... life. A friend argued this point with me one day. "In this world" he said, "in order for something to live, something must die". This is of course one of the balance mechanisms that maintain duality. The choice is yours... do you with to remain within this realm of conflict and suffering... in which reality do you want to ground your resonance? A vegetarian/vegan diet is the first step in transcending the gross tendencies that govern our dualistic existence. Ideally it is preferable to make this decision from your own inner realizations and the voice of compassion in your heart rather than from guilt or shame. However, if you cannot hear that voice, become a vegetarian and you will. The reconnection of circuitry will assist this move away from one of Humanity's darkest and deepest addictions by reconnecting the energy supply to the endocrine system and redefining the way in which we sustain life, no through the adopted discipline, but form the harmonious unfoldment of organic alignments radiating from our core... from the heart. Ultimately we shall be sustained by light and love when we can fully resonate with the complete mandala of the immortal paradigm gifted to us by the Benevolent Source of Creation. Until then it is vital to begin to make the changes within our lives that are within our reach.

Pure Matter

Daratman — Tue, 18 Mar 2008 10:14:43 GMT

"If what one finds is made of pure matter, it will never spoil. And one can always come back. If what you had found was only a moment of light, like the explosion of a star, you would find nothing on your return."

Are you looking for me?

Daratman — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 12:35:56 GMT

Are you looking for me? Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat. My shoulder is against yours. you will not find me in the stupas, not in Indian shrine rooms, nor in synagogues, nor in cathedrals: not in masses, nor kirtans, not in legs winding around your own neck, nor in eating nothing but vegetables. When you really look for me, you will see me instantly -- you will find me in the tiniest house of time. Kabir says: Student, tell me, what is God? He is the breath inside the breath.

TODAY

Daratman — Sun, 10 Feb 2008 12:03:37 GMT

I take a moment to reflect on the impermanence of our time on earth, and tho our spark is everlasting, we often forget to give thanks for the few breaths it takes for us to be on our way back home to the stars. Let's have deep gratitude for this moment. Safe journey back home sweet Fairy. You are loved.

ART AWAKE IS WAKING UP

Daratman — Sun, 06 Jan 2008 00:27:52 GMT

Art Awake inspires to be the directory of the media artist. With near-future development, I will like to host media members into www.artawake.com, a place where you can create your profile, and display your work, creating work teams, and a source for Industry to hire their talent. Join us on tribe at tribes.tribe.net/artawake or visit ArtAwake.com (under construction)

Art Awake :: Art Collective

Daratman — Mon, 10 Dec 2007 03:38:39 GMT

www.ArtAwake.com ::Art Collective:: Art Awake is an Art Collective, rapidly evolving. A focused union for Multi-Media Artists with the desire in collaborating on projects ranging from the entertainment industry to revolutionary visionary art and beyond. It is the 'Rainbow Pages' listing Graphic Designers - print and web; Art Directors, Programmers, Photographers, Film Directors, Video Editors, Motion Graphics, Sound Editors and Engineerings, Writers. Join and share your craft at http://tribes.tribe.net/artawake. "Creativity's orbit centrifugal force matter and mass condensed into art spun as the potter masters the clay shapes and forms sculpted chiseled from dreams." ~s.k. lindeman

Art Awake

Daratman — Sat, 08 Dec 2007 20:10:32 GMT

www.ArtAwake.com http://tribes.tribe.net/artawake ::Art Collective:: Join and share your craft. Creating the Tribal Yellow Pages. "Creativity's orbit centrifugal force matter and mass condensed into art spun as the potter masters the clay shapes and forms sculpted chiseled from dreams." ~s.k. lindeman

What Happens

Daratman — Sun, 25 Nov 2007 01:02:21 GMT

What happens when your soul Begins to awaken Your eyes And your heart And the cells of your body To the great Journey of Love? First there is wonderful laughter And probably precious tears And a hundred sweet promises And those heroic vows No one can ever keep. But still God is delighted and amused You once tried to be a saint. What happens when your soul Begins to awake in this world To our deep need to love And serve the Friend? O the Beloved Will send you One of His wonderful, wild companions – Like Hafiz. ------------------------------------------ My Brilliant Image One day the sun admitted, I am just a shadow. I wish I could show you The Infinite Incandescence That has cast my brilliant image! I wish I could show you, When you are lonely or in darkness, The astonishing Light Of your own Being!

Boundin'

Daratman — Mon, 12 Nov 2007 23:08:19 GMT

Here’s a story on how strange is life with its changes And it happened not long ago. On a high mountain plain, where the sagebrush arranges A playground south of the snow Lived a lamb with a coat of remarkable sheen, It would glint in the sunlight all sparkly and clean, Such a source of great pride that it caused him to preen. And he’d break out in high stepp’n dance. He would dance for his neighbors across the way. I must say that they found his dancin’ enhancin’, For they’d also join in the play. Then one day… Then a-boundin up the slope Came a great American jackalope. This sage of the sage, this rare hare of hope, Caused to pause and check out the lamb. “Hey kid, why the mope?” “I used to be something all covered with fluff, And I’d dance in the sunlight and show off my stuff, Then they hauled me away in a manner quite rough And sheared me and dropped me back here in the buff. And if that’s not enough Now my friends all laugh at me Cause they think I look ridiculous, funny, and pink.” “Pink? Pink? Well, what’s wrong with pink? Seems you’ve got a pink kink in your think. Does it matter what color? Well, that gets nope. Be it pink purple or heliotrope. Now sometimes you’re up and sometimes you’re down, When you find that you’re down well just look around: You still got a body, good legs and fine feet, Get your head in the right place and hey, you’re complete! “Now as for the dancin’, you can do more, You can reach great heights, in fact you can soar. You just get a leg up and ya slap it on down, And you’ll find you’re up in what’s called a bound. Bound, bound, and rebound. Bound and you’re up right next to the sky, And I think you can do it if you give it a try, First get a leg up, slap it on down…” So every year, along about May, They’d load him up and they’d haul him away, And they’d shave him and dump him all naked and bare. He learned to live with it, he didn’t care, He’d just bound, bound, bound, and rebound. Now in this world of ups and downs… So nice to know there are jackalopes around.

Of Mustard and Flamingoes

Daratman — Sun, 28 Oct 2007 08:36:25 GMT

‘Very true,’ said the Duchess: ‘flamingoes and mustard both bite. And the moral of that is– “Birds of a feather flock together.”’ ‘Only mustard isn’t a bird,’ Alice remarked. ‘Right, as usual,’ said the Duchess: ‘what a clear way you have of putting things!’ ‘It’s a mineral, I THINK,’ said Alice. ‘Of course it is,’ said the Duchess, who seemed ready to agree to every- thing that Alice said; ‘there’s a large mustard-mine near here. And the moral of that is– “The more there is of mine, the less there is of yours.”’ ‘Oh, I know!’ exclaimed Alice, who had not attended to this last remark, ‘it’s a vegetable. It doesn’t look like one, but it is.’ ‘I quite agree with you,’ said the Duchess; ‘and the moral of that is– “Be what you would seem to be”–or if you’d like it put more simply– “Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.”’

Yep

Daratman — Tue, 23 Oct 2007 21:52:17 GMT

Life takes us by surprise and orders us to move toward the unknown—even when we don't want to and when we think we don't need to.

Dreaming

Daratman — Fri, 19 Oct 2007 03:33:22 GMT

It's the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting......Before a dream is realized, the Soul of the World tests everything that was learned along the way. It does this not because it is evil, but so that we can, in addition to realizing our dreams, master the lessons we have learned as we have moved toward that dream. That's the point at which most people give up.... [At this point] Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of search is a second's encounter with God and with eternity

Bonito

Daratman — Sat, 13 Oct 2007 01:08:18 GMT

Bonito, todo me parece bonito. Bonita mañana Bonito lugar Bonita la cama que bien se ve el mar bonito es el dia que acaba de empezar bonita la vida respira, respira, respira. El telefono suena, mi pana se queja la cosa va mal, la vida le pesa que vivir asi ya no le interesa que seguir asi no vale la pena se perdio el amor, se acabo la fiesta ya no anda el motor que empuja la tierra la vida es un chiste con triste final el futuro no existe pero yo le digo: Bonito, todo me parece bonito Bonita la paz, bonita la vida bonito volver a nacer cada dia bonita la verdad cuando no suena a mentira bonita la amistad, bonita la risa bonita la gente cuando hay calidad bonita la gente que no se arrepiente que gana y que pierde, que habla y no miente bonita le gente por eso yo digo: Bonito todo me parece bonito Que bonito que te va cuando te va bonito, que bonito que te va. Bonito, todo me parece bonito. La mar, la mañana, la casa, la samba, la tierra, la paz y la vida que pasa. Bonito, todo me parece bonito. Tu cama, tu salsa, la mancha en la espalda, tu cara, tus ganas el fin de semana. Bonita la gente que viene y que va bonita la gente que no se detiene bonita la gente que no tiene edad que escucha, que entiende, que tiene y que da. Bonito Portel, bonito Peret bonita la rumba, bonito Jose bonita la brisa que no tiene prisa bonito este dia, respira, respira bonita le gente cuando es de verdad bonita la gente que es diferente que tiembla, que siente que vive el presente bonita le gente que estuvo y no esta. ~Jarabe De Palo

Passion

Daratman — Sat, 06 Oct 2007 22:02:19 GMT

With passion pray. With passion work. With passion make love. With passion eat and drink and dance and play. Why look like a dead fish in this ocean of God? ~Rumi ------------------------------------- Love is the cure, for your pain will keep giving birth to more pain until your eyes constantly exhale love as effortlessly as your body yields its scent.” ~Rumi -------------------------------------- My heart is burning with love All can see this flame My heart is pulsing with passion like waves on an ocean my friends have become strangers and I’m surrounded by enemies But I’m free as the wind no longer hurt by those who reproach me I’m at home wherever I am And in the room of lovers I can see with closed eyes the beauty that dances Behind the veils intoxicated with love I too dance the rhythm of this moving world I have lost my senses in my world of lovers ~Rumi ----------------------------- A lover asked his beloved, Do you love yourself more than you love me? The beloved replied, I have died to myself and I live for you. I’ve disappeared from myself and my attributes. I am present only for you. I have forgotten all my learning, but from knowing you I have become a scholar. I have lost all my strength, but from your power I am able. If I love myself I love you. If I love you I love myself.

Pondering

Daratman — Fri, 05 Oct 2007 11:37:28 GMT

"But what we ordinarily mean by choice is not freedom. Choices are usually decisions motivated by pleasure and pain, and the divided mind acts with the sole purpose of getting 'I' into pleasure and out of pain. But the best pleasures are those for which we do not plan, and the worst part of pain is expecting it and trying to get away from it when it has come. You cannot plan to be happy. You can plan to exist, but in themselves existence and non-existence are neither pleasurable nor painful..." ~Alan Watts --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Watch your thoughts, for they become words, choose your words, for they become actions, Understand your actions, for they become habits. Study your habits, for they will become your character. Develop your character, for it becomes your destiny..."

Committing

Daratman — Wed, 03 Oct 2007 10:12:07 GMT

"Until one is committed there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness.   Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation), there is one elementary truth, the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: That the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred.  A whole stream of events issues from the decision raising in one's favor all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamt would have come his way."    ~ W.H. Murray

Learning to Receive

Daratman — Tue, 02 Oct 2007 09:07:25 GMT

"This is for you," he said, holding one of the gold parts out to the monk. "It's for your generosity to the pilgrims." "But this payment goes well beyond my generosity," the monk responded. "Don't say that again. Life might be listening, and give you less the next time."

Alchemy

Daratman — Mon, 01 Oct 2007 02:40:13 GMT

As he was about to climb yet another dune, his heart whispered, "Be aware of the place where you are brought to tears. That's where I am, and that's where your treasure is."

You have to take risks

Daratman — Sun, 30 Sep 2007 09:46:12 GMT

You have to take risks, he said. We will only understand the miracle of life fully when we allow the unexpected to happen. Every day, God gives us the sun—and also one moment in which we have the ability to change everything that makes us unhappy. Every day, we try to pretend that we haven't perceived that moment, that it doesn't exist—that today is the same as yesterday and will be the same as tomorrow. But if people really pay attention to their everyday lives, they will discover that magic moment. It may arrive in the instant when we are doing something mundane, like putting our front-door key in the lock; it may lie hidden in the quiet that follows the lunch hour or in the thousand and one things that all seem the same to us. But that moment exists—a moment when all the power of the stars becomes a part of us and enables us to perform miracles. Joy is sometimes a blessing, but it is often a conquest. Our magic moment helps us to change and sends us off in search of our dreams. Yes, we are going to suffer, we will have difficult times, and we will experience many disappointments—but all of this is transitory; it leaves no permanent mark. And one day we will look back with pride andfaith at the journey we have taken. Pitiful is the person who is afraid of taking risks. Perhaps this person will never be disappointed or disillusioned; perhaps she won't suffer the way people do when they have a dream to follow. But when that person looks back—and at some point everyone looks back—she will hear her heart saying, "What have you done with the miracles that God planted in your days? What have you done with the talents God bestowed on you? You buried yourself in a cave because you were fearful of losing those talents. So this is your heritage: the certainty that you wasted your life" Pitiful are the people who must realize this. Because when they are finally able to believe in miracles, their life's magic moments will have already passed them by. ~Paulo Coelho ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it."