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I am a child of the cosmos. Each day of traversing life, I find that my tendencies toward the everlasting are but the longings of a finite man looking to sequester his fallacies in a world of ambiguities. I have scorpio rising in my natal chart and this aspect truly dictates much in my life...
"It is through Scorpio that the personality enters into battle with the Soul and eventually emerges as the “Victorious One”—the Soul-infused personality." - scorpiorising.tribe.net/thread...393ffc6 I look to be contemporaneous in the time of anthropocentric culmination upon this terrestrial existence. A warrior of the soul looking to do battle with the dark, as to give birth to the inner light...forever fight against that approaching night.
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My bLoG A life at a glance, revealing the balance within the Sacred Dance. So much to be said, Killing words in a world of dread. Bright is the hour, At time and place of power. Friendship is a flower, Burdened by the arrogance that looks to devour. Innocence is the prize to seek, Forlorn is the traveler that beckons the beseeched. Ways and means, While swimming in the Underground streams. Fluid like mercurial dreams, To pierce the veal of illusionary themes. Tarnishing clarity, With true love that is a rarity. Into the Infinite one must go, To turn and churn within the flow. Like a hair on the Ouroboros' nape, No intention or invention to escape. Just to grow within the know, May the journey continue so very slow. 
I do enjoy celebrating. To the celebration of a special occasion or just to celebrate for being alive. Its in my bones.
Sat, February 14, 2009 - 5:50 PM
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To consider the reasons for celebrating Valentines Day - generates some personal questions for myself. First of all - Am I partaking of this celebration as a catharsis to my overall upbringing and life experience? Or is this purely a social acceptance factor that allows for a person to partake of the popular celebration of the moment or day? I really think it has something to do with both an additional purpose as well. My sentiments lean towards the special meaning of the moment, of being in the moment in order to become what my potentiality quides me towards in my lifeways. We are all so unique, by nature. Many folks look to fit in, or be a part of the group/pack. I am a renegade of sorts. But aren't there a few of us that live life off of the beaten path? I definitely think so. Celebrating such sociably oriented holidays or events, brings a certain kind of personal enthusiasm for an outlook on society or world at large. Of course there are variations that an individual can have on a given day...it is the uniqueness of life. I love it. So I hope that "much ado over nothing" can demonstrate the quintessence of a perspective over the self-indulgent nature of such a holiday as Valentines Day can bring or not. I just wish there was a formal holiday that was celebrated daily - that celebrated Love, unconditionally. That is where individuation can provide self interpretation. Love to all, everyday. 
In a moment - life can become full of purpose - clarity is obtained. The next moment, all is lost in the quagmire of despair. Like the rhythm of a heart beat...pulsing.
Sun, February 8, 2009 - 6:29 PM
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Is happiness forever a fleeting state of being? What I mean is that all things that can matter to a human - is there true value and meaning in what is most precious to a person? Joyous are the occasions, the special moments in life. Then those moments fade into memory. Leaving a seeker to find those next moments, those next occasions of joy - to continue the pulse of life. Is the seeker, seeking in vain? Perhaps...perhaps it is the meaning of life to always seek, then to find, only to lose again and again in order to continue the journey. The ups and the downs, continually turning round and round. The cycle of life - sometimes its like a circle; sometimes like the most extreme roller coaster ride. To be in love, then out of love, to find the sublime, then to become blind to the inner sunshine. Then to see with a clarity, even for a moment. The heart of hearts - the center of ones emotional essence - the place of refuge in times of need. A sanctuary of the soul. A temple of delights, when dealing with the encroaching night. Everyone suffers, to one extent or another. Some have it better than others, while others have it worst than most. Such is the variation in the experience in life. Moderation is a middle road pathway that is a challenge in a life filled with extremes... To live that dream, to sow the seeds of hope, for the harvest is made much sweeter when the seeker finds oneness in acceptance. Life is a journey. There is no destination - no oasis in the desert of the world, just life continuing. On and on, we must travel. So pack those bags with energy for the soul, with warmth for the heart, with love for a new start. Life will start anew. To begin again each and everyday. Take the pain and put it away as a memory to be reflected upon like the full moon on the waters of world.
Just a jester, a pauper, a Fool of fools, I am
Mon, January 26, 2009 - 6:43 PM
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Another brother always a Lover, I am Arrogance dominated by Innocence of a child, I am Looking, seeking, forever longing, I am In the Underground Stream swimming, I am Holding and molding consciousness, I am Life unto Death and Death unto Life, I am To crawl, to walk, to run, to fall, I am From bounty to bust to bounty and bust, I am In sequence to consequence upon circumstance, I am To hold, to let go, to be free and see, I am I am you and you are me
A nice lesson to contemplate and meditate upon, delivered from Idries Shah and his book 'The Magic Monastery' (Pg. 165 - Legend of the Nightingale, ISBN:0863040586).
Sun, July 22, 2007 - 1:35 PM
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"They tell of a man who lived in a country where there were no birds. He travelled to another land, and there he saw and spent time in company with a nightingale. The bird taught him music. 'I shall go home and tell everyone about this marvel, and how their lives may be enriched,' he said. 'Anyone who has learned our secret', said the nightingale, 'will have to suffer the incredulity of almost everyone else. He may even have to endure something worse.' But the man took no notice. He returned home and said to his fellows: 'I can make music.' But those people had never heard music, and so it sounded harsh and unpleasing to their ears. 'Stop it!' they cried, ' for this deeply offends our aesthetic sense.' They asked him where he had acquired such a loathsome art, so out of keeping with what they knew to be propriety and enjoyment. 'In a far country; and, what is more, I had it from a nightingale, a singing bird.' They quickly hanged him, because even if there were nightingales (and everyone knew that all birds were imaginary beings) this music was obviously a nasty thing. But this is, fortunately, a story not about us, but rather from those stupid people of The Land of Fools." Thank Idries for this story, which according to the author, this is amongst many stories and tales that were used by the Middle Eastern sages as a means of instructing in the way of the Sufi.
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