the longer you wait
the harder it is
to be what you want
what do you want
what you look for
stop making it so hard

instead of waiting so long
look for what you want
and get it
before it's to late
and the only thing left
is nothing at all

Breathe in. Breathe out.
Forget this and attaining Enlightenment will be the least of your problems.

What if you woke up one day and all the old ways of judging others, for discriminating between classes, and recognizing something as being different than yourself were gone?

What if everyone had one head, two arms, two legs, two eyes and the rest of the features that come with the human race as standard and were all the same color and size? What if we were still as individual as we are now, but couldn’t tell whom we deemed as weak, fat, strange, weird, smelly, indigent,....foreign from those that were labeled strong, rich, sleek, popular....?

Would you be able to go forward, or would you be lost without a point of reference and spend all your time remaking ways to divide everyone back up to prove who you really are…and whom you are not?

Would you make war to conquer your fear, or would you embrace the unknown and each other?


A story about discrimination and the end of predjudice in a suddenly changing world - some heavy reading from a Light source.

The Sneetches, by Dr. Seuss

Now, the Star-Bell Sneetches had bellies with stars.
The Plain-Belly Sneetches had none upon thars.
Those stars weren’t so big. They were really so small.
You might think such a thing wouldn’t matter at all.

But, because they had stars, all the Star-Belly Sneetches
Would brag, “We’re the best kind of Sneetch on the beaches.”
With their snoots in the air, they would sniff and they’d snort
“We’ll have nothing to do with the Plain-Belly sort!”
And, whenever they met some, when they were out walking,
They’d hike right on past them without even talking.

When the Star-Belly children went out to play ball,
Could a Plain Belly get in the game? Not at all.
You only could play if your bellies had stars
And the Plain-Belly children had none upon thars.

When the Star Belly Sneetches had frankfurter roasts
Or picnics or parties or marshmallow toasts,
They never invited the Plain-Belly Sneetches
They left them out cold, in the dark of the beaches.
They kept them away. Never let them come near.
And that’s how they treated them year after year.

Then ONE day, it seems while the Plain-Belly Sneetches
Were moping and doping alone on the beaches,
Just sitting there wishing their bellies had stars,
A stranger zipped up in the strangest of cars!

“My friends”, he announced in a voice clear and clean,
“My name is Sylvester McMonkey McBean.
And I’ve heard of Your troubles. I’ve heard you’re unhappy.
But I can fix that, I’m the Fix-It-Up Chappie.
I’ve come here to help you.
I have what you need.
And my prices are low. And I work with great speed.
And my work is one hundred per cent guaranteed!”

Then, quickly, Sylvester McMonkey McBean
Put together a very peculiar machine.
And he said, “You want stars like a Star-Belly Sneetch?
My friends, you can have them for three dollars each!”

“Just pay me your money and hop right aboard!”
So they clambered inside. Then the big machine roared.
And it klonked. And it bonked. And it jerked. And it berked.
And it bopped them about. But the thing really worked!
When the Plain-Belly Sneetches popped out, they had stars!
They actually did. They had stars upon thars!

Then they yelled at the ones who had stars at the start,
“We’re still the best Sneetches and they are the worst.
But now, how in the world will we know”, they all frowned,
“If which kind is what, or the other way round?”

Then up came McBean with a very sly wink.
And he said, “Things are not quite as bad as you think.
So you don’t know who’s who. That is perfectly true.
But come with me, friends. Do you know what I’ll do?
I’ll make you, again, the best Sneetches on the beaches.
And all it will cost you is ten dollars eaches.”

“Belly stars are no longer in style”, said McBean.
“What you need is a trip through my Star-Off Machine.
This wondrous contraption will take OFF your stars
so you won’t look like Sneetches that have them on thars.”
And that handy machine working very precisely
Removed all the stars from their tummies quite nicely.

Then, with snoots in the air, they paraded about.
And they opened their beaks and they let out a shout,
“We know who is who! Now there Isn’t a doubt.
The best kind of Sneetches are Sneetches without!”

Then, of course, those with stars got all frightfully mad.
To be wearing a star was frightfully bad.
Then, of course, old Sylvester McMonkey McBean
invited THEM into his Star-Off Machine.

Then, of course from THEN on, as you probably guess,
Things really got into a horrible mess.

All the rest of that day, on those wild screaming beaches,
The Fix-It-Up Chappie kept fixing up Sneetches.
Off again! On again! In again! Out again!
Through the machines they raced round and about again,

Changing their stars every minute or two. They kept paying money.
They kept running through until the Plain nor the Star-Bellies knew
Whether this one was that one or that one was this one. Or which one
Was what one or what one was who.

Then, when every last cent of their money was spent,
The Fix-It-Up Chappie packed up. And he went.
And he laughed as he drove In his car up the beach,
“They never will learn. No. You can’t Teach a Sneetch!”

But McBean was quite wrong. I’m quite happy to say.
That the Sneetches got really quite smart on that day.
The day they decided that Sneetches are Sneetches.
And no kind of Sneetch is the best on the beaches.
That day, all the Sneetches forgot about stars and whether
They had one, or not, upon thars.

"The more real you are, the more unreal your life will become." - John Lennon

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I love you all,
Lisa

The Huna believe that loving energies when pointed in a specific direction and accompanied by thoughts of faith, belief and love could absolutely move mountains - even the ones that stand between ourselves and our success. Send love and good energy and wish goodness on some one who has hurt or hindered your own growth in some way. Just keep silently telling them that you love them and then watch as healing and health returns.

As Huna teaches one to transform limiting thoughts and negative beliefs (which does impact and influences each and every one of us each and every moment of the day), make sure to give love and good energy to any project that you need to get off the ground or even move to the next level. If you are writing something, as you write keep embracing the content, if you are building something, embrace it, designing something, embrace it, sewing something, embrace it.

Love it, hold it, breathe into it, give it life.
Let's bring this love to the Burn this year and change the world.

Hummingbirds are a large part of the Pueblo Nation's culture. The Pueblo believe that the Caterpillar is the Guardian of the tobacco plant. They say that the hummingbird will get the smoke from the Caterpillar and bring it to the Shamans so that the Shamans can purify the earth. The Shamans will then use a hummingbird to send gifts to the Great Mother who lived beneath the earth.

In the Taino traditions, the hummingbird is the symbol of the spreader of life on earth. They believe that hummingbirds where once flies that the Sun Father (named Agueybaba) transformed into little birds. These people saw the hummingbird as being very peaceful, but able to protect the homeland with the heart of an eagle. To them, the hummingbird was a symbol of rebirth. Because of this the Taino Nation calls their warriors the Colibri Warriors or Hummingbird Warriors.

The Aztecs God of Sun and War was called Hitzilopochti or the Hummingbird Wizard. This was the Aztecs patron god. The Aztecs believed that you could tell the Hitzilopochti by the bracelet of hummingbird feathers on his left wrist and would occasionally peer out of a hummingbird's mouth. The Hitzilopochti lived inside Colhuacan (pronounced Kol-wah-kahn) or Curved Mountain. Aztec warriors believed that if they died in battle, they would be reincarnated as hummingbirds.