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share my cob home with me! $275

switchmistress — Thu, 22 Jan 2009 17:43:55 GMT

hello my name is charity. i am currently renting an amazing COB home on "Dark Hollow rd". outside of Phoenix, Or. and am looking for a like minded person (preferably female) to be my room mate. rent would be $275, plus very little utility costs, as it is pretty off the grid. this home is definitely for those who are into alternative living! it would be a month to month thing, as the home is for sale. 5 min to medford 5 min to phoenix 10 min to talent 15 min from ashland a bit about me: i am a 20 year old female who is currently studying Sound Healing, Shamanism and Music Production. i am a very laid back, clean, and positive person. i am vegan, and am very interested in self sustainable living, gardening ( yes there is plenty of room for a garden on the land ) and being in nature. i produce music. so you would definitely have to be into music. i do not drink or smoke. not sure really what else to say about myself.....it would be best just to meet. a bit about the home/land: in the country, yet only minutes to town. the address is 3333 dark hollow rd. Phoenix oregon (please do not drive by) the home is located on 1.5 acres, the land lord lives on the front part of the property. she is the best land lord anyone could ask for! this home is very beautiful with lots of character. it is a cob home, with lots of windows. it is an open floor plan, (like a yurt) it is 900 square ft., it has a wonderful wood stove ( i just got a quart of wood ), the home is run off of water catchment, the stove is gas, there is an on demand water heater. and a "composting" toilet, there is also an outhouse (barrel system). this home is definitely for those who like alternative living! TID irrigation, garage/shop, garden area, orchard, pasture, & more. yes there is electricity. like i said this is an open floor plan, so privacy is necessary the strong point of this home. but other than that it is a great space for creativity of all sorts, it is very inspiring here. this place is also great for small gatherings, ceremony's, and things of the like. it is super quiet and serene here. so if you like the feel of the country but dont want to be to far from town, this place is great. there is no land line, i just use my cell phone. no animals please. so if you are in need of a beautiful space, and this sounds right for you, or have any questions.....you can reach me at 541-941-7283 blessings Charity

$275 share my cob home. female, conscious, chill, music producer.

switchmistress — Thu, 22 Jan 2009 01:42:27 GMT

living always, always dying!

switchmistress — Thu, 15 Jan 2009 21:24:45 GMT

living always, always dying! the burials of me past and present, me while I stride ahead, material, visible, imperious as ever; me, what I was for years, now dead, (I lament not, I am content;) to disengage myself from those corpses of me, which I turn and look at where I cast them, To pass on, living! always living! and leave the corpses behind.

Song of the Rolling Earth

switchmistress — Thu, 15 Jan 2009 20:58:25 GMT

I A song of the rolling earth, and of words according, Were you thinking that those were the words, those upright lines? those curves, angles, dots? No, those are not the words, the substantial words are in the ground and sea, They are in the air, they are in you. Were you thinking that those were the words, those delicious sounds out of your friends' mouths? No, the real words are more delicious than they. Human bodies are words, myriads of words, (In the best poems re-appears the body, man's or woman's, well-shaped, natural, gay, Every part able, active, receptive, without shame or the need of shame.) Air, soil, water, fire-those are words, I myself am a word with them-my qualities interpenetrate with theirs-my name is nothing to them, Though it were told in the three thousand languages, what would air, soil, water, fire, know of my name? A healthy presence, a friendly or commanding gesture, are words, sayings, meanings, The charms that go with the mere looks of some men and women, are sayings and meanings also. The workmanship of souls is by those inaudible words of the earth, The masters know the earth's words and use them more than audible words. Amelioration is one of the earth's words, The earth neither lags nor hastens, It has all attributes, growths, effects, latent in itself from the jump, It is not half beautiful only, defects and excrescences show just as much as perfections show. The earth does not withhold, it is generous enough, The truths of the earth continually wait, they are not so conceal'd either, They are calm, subtle, untransmissible by print, They are imbued through all things conveying themselves willingly, Conveying a sentiment and invitation, I utter and utter, I speak not, yet if you hear me not of what avail am I to you? To bear, to better, lacking these of what avail am I? (Accouche! accouchez! Will you rot your own fruit in yourself there? Will you squat and stifle there?) The earth does not argue, Is not pathetic, has no arrangements, Does not scream, haste, persuade, threaten, promise, Makes no discriminations, has no conceivable failures, Closes nothing, refuses nothing, shuts none out, Of all the powers, objects, states, it notifies, shuts none out. The earth does not exhibit itself nor refuse to exhibit itself, possesses still underneath, Underneath the ostensible sounds, the august chorus of heroes, the wail of slaves, Persuasions of lovers, curses, gasps of the dying, laughter of young people, accents of bargainers, Underneath these possessing words that never fall. To her children the words of the eloquent dumb great mother never fail, The true words do not fail, for motion does not fail and reflection does not fall, Also the day and night do not fall, and the voyage we pursue does not fall. Of the interminable sisters, Of the ceaseless cotillons of sisters, Of the centripetal and centrifugal sisters, the elder and younger sisters, The beautiful sister we know dances on with the rest. With her ample back towards every beholder, With the fascinations of youth and the equal fascinations of age, Sits she whom I too love like the rest, sits undisturb'd, Holding up in her hand what has the character of a mirror, while her eyes glance back from it, Glance as she sits, inviting none, denying none, Holding a mirror day and night tirelessly before her own face. Seen at hand or seen at a distance, Duly the twenty-four appear in public every day, Duly approach and pass with their companions or a companion, Looking from no countenances of their own, but from the countenances of those who are with them, From the countenances of children or women or the manly countenance, From the open countenances of animals or from inanimate things, From the landscape or waters or from the exquisite apparition of the sky, From our countenances, mine and yours, faithfully returning them, Every day in public appearing without fall, but never twice with the same companions. Embracing man, embracing all, proceed the three hundred and sixty-five resistlessly round the sun; Embracing all, soothing, supporting, follow close three hundred and sixty-five offsets of the first, sure and necessary as they. Tumbling on steadily, nothing dreading, Sunshine, storm, cold, heat, forever withstanding, passing, carrying, The soul's realization and determination still inheriting, The fluid vacuum around and ahead still entering and dividing, No balk retarding, no anchor anchoring, on no rock striking, Swift, glad, content, unbereav'd, nothing losing, Of all able and ready at any time to give strict account, The divine ship sails the divine sea. 2 Whoever you are! motion and reflection are especially for you, The divine ship sails the divine sea for you. Whoever you are! you are he or she for whom the earth is solid and liquid, You are he or she for whom the sun and moon hang in the sky, For none more than you are the present and the past, For none more than you is immortality. Each man to himself and each woman to herself, is the word of the past and present, and the true word of immortality; No one can acquire for another-not one, Not one can grow for another-not one. The song is to the singer, and comes back most to him, The teaching is to the teacher, and comes back most to him, The murder is to the murderer, and comes back most to him, The theft is to the thief, and comes back most to him, The love is to the lover, and comes back most to him, The gift is to the giver, and comes back most to him-it cannot fail, The oration is to the orator, the acting is to the actor and actress not to the audience, And no man understands any greatness or goodness but his own, or the indication of his own. 3 I swear the earth shall surely be complete to him or her who shall be complete, The earth remains jagged and broken only to him or her who remains jagged and broken. I swear there is no greatness or power that does not emulate those of the earth, There can be no theory of any account unless it corroborate the theory of the earth, No politics, song, religion, behavior, or what not, is of account, unless it compare with the amplitude of the earth, Unless it face the exactness, vitality, impartiality, rectitude of the earth. I swear I begin to see love with sweeter spasms than that which responds love, It is that which contains itself, which never invites and never refuses. I swear I begin to see little or nothing in audible words, All merges toward the presentation of the unspoken meanings of the earth, Toward him who sings the songs of the body and of the truths of the earth, Toward him who makes the dictionaries of words that print cannot touch. I swear I see what is better than to tell the best, It is always to leave the best untold. When I undertake to tell the best I find I cannot, My tongue is ineffectual on its pivots, My breath will not be obedient to its organs, I become a dumb man. The best of the earth cannot be told anyhow, all or any is best, It is not what you anticipated, it is cheaper, easier, nearer, Things are not dismiss'd from the places they held before, The earth is just as positive and direct as it was before, Facts, religions, improvements, politics, trades, are as real as before, But the soul is also real, it too is positive and direct, No reasoning, no proof has establish'd it, Undeniable growth has establish'd it. 4 These to echo the tones of souls and the phrases of souls, (If they did not echo the phrases of souls what were they then? If they had not reference to you in especial what were they then?) I swear I will never henceforth have to do with the faith that tells the best, I will have to do only with that faith that leaves the best untold. Say on, sayers! sing on, singers! Delve! mould! pile the words of the earth! Work on, age after age, nothing is to be lost, It may have to wait long, but it will certainly come in use, When the materials are all prepared and ready, the architects shall appear. I swear to you the architects shall appear without fall, I swear to you they will understand you and justify you, The greatest among them shall be he who best knows you, and encloses all and is faithful to all, He and the rest shall not forget you, they shall perceive that you are not an iota less than they, You shall be fully glorified in them.

The Gifts of Boredom

switchmistress — Sun, 21 Dec 2008 04:41:49 GMT

1. As I've traveled to foreign countries, sat for weeks in silence, pored over ancient mystical texts, and dabbled in indigenous shamanic practices, I've sometimes had the mistaken impression that real spirituality -- simply, being my real self, seeing clearly, and engaging directly with experience -- is something far away. But given the definition I've proposed, this is impossible. How can being "real," seeing "clearly," and engaging with "experience" require anything other than what happens to be around at any moment? If it has to be in a special time and place, it's not omnipresent, and if it's not omnipresent, it's a feature of experience, not experience itself. Great surfing waves are someplace; but the wetness of the water is everyplace. And here's something they don't tell you in brochures: spiritual practice is often very boring. It's not like, when you sit for six weeks, you're asleep the whole time, or in an altered state, or visiting always with angels. Sometimes those things seem to happen, but a lot of times, you are just like you are now, only with absolutely... nothing... to do. Fortunately, boredom is not a failure of character. It has many gifts. And it is a sign that you are very, very close to "getting it." This is because "it" cannot be gotten at all, and in that mind-emptying, vacuous state of boredom, you're really close to getting nothing. To pick up from last month's column, whether it's nothing or Nothing is really just a matter of perspective. There's no difference, really. The only trouble is, the closer one gets to nothing, the more one wants to fill it with something. Because nothing is really boring. Get it? 2. First, at the very least, boredom is a useful alarm bell. It lets us know that we've had enough of whatever it was we used to desire. This may not have much to do with God, the universe, and everything, but it is a really helpful thing to notice, and is probably a necessary preliminary to even thinking about those things: simple to see that at a certain point, the fascination we had with an object, person, sensation... disappears. Probably it goes without saying that most of our lives are spent either desiring certain things or really not desiring others. These things may be material objects, or mental states, status, or love -- whatever. It's heartening, maybe even enlightening, to see that we can get bored of just about anything. The mind's had enough. So, a little gratitude when you get bored. After all, boredom is a privilege, right? Your essential needs are taken care of, even your essential wants are taken care of. What percentage of people in the world even have the luxury of boredom? Aren't most too busy working? Even among the small percentage of the world's population that reads online magazines, most of us make ourselves so busy, impelled by imperatives to achieve, outshine, succeed, enrich, that boredom itself becomes a luxury. That's true for me, anyway. When I feel bored, I'm thrilled that I've had the space to feel it. 3. The essential point, though, is this: Normally, when we are bored, we'll do just about anything to make the boredom stop. Our minds and our bodies fight desperately to push the boredom away, sometimes restlessly, other times angrily, and sometimes with an apathy that makes life seem barely worth living. Then again, sometimes it's just irritating. And this is exactly why we're bored: because we're trying so hard not to be. In this way, and others, boredom is like enlightenment. What's needed is not an additive, but a subtractive. Here's the exercise: just surrender and let it happen. Drink in the boredom, taste it, come to know it, let it just wash over you in waves and waves of dullness. Let yourself get really, really bored. See what happens. Explore the sensation. Do not try not to be bored. Remember: boredom arises from the effort to stave off boredom. Because boredom is really restlessness. What, after all, is the difference between "boredom" and "relaxation"? It's not what's going on outside; it's what's going on inside. Boredom is not about the lack of interesting things going on. With enough meditation, literally watching paint dry can be fascinating. Even if it's already dry. Trust me, I've done it. Boredom is about too much energy, not too little. Take a look next time you're bored. Is your mind too relaxed, or too tense? Maybe you can even check out your heart rate -- when I'm bored, my heart is almost always beating faster than I expected. In other words, we have boredom exactly backwards. Our minds are so conditioned to be always busy and interested, that when there's nothing interesting (we think), we get really irritable. Sometimes maybe even nervous. Personally, my next step is try to find something interesting to do, or watch, because who wants to be worried, bored, or irritable? So I'll put more information into my head "in order to relax." Sometimes it's not even pleasant information; I find there are times when I'd rather get stressed out about some future plan than just be bored with the present. In any case, the usual response to boredom is to put in something interesting, to get rid of it. But this has it exactly backwards. 4. Okay, so you've let yourself get really bored, and nothing has happened. What next? Here is an intermediate step, if you can't just be bored. Try insight meditation. Notice the sensations of the body; if you are tense, allow the tension, and then allow the tension to relax. If you're like me, you'll probably find all kinds of tension you didn't even know was there. Maybe you're unconsciously contorting your ankles; maybe your back is hunched. Whatever it is, gently let it go -- hopefully without judging yourself -- and the thoughts will slowly follow. Just breathe. Give your mind a bubble bath. Relax. A lot of times, when people are bored, they'll start to fidget, moving their bodies around to try to somehow stimulate something for the mind to be interested in. You know, you'll crack your knuckles, or roll your tongue around your mouth -- movements that are usually quite silly, really, but remember -- you're desperate. And yet, this just makes it worse. Try this. Come to a still position, and really promise yourself that, whatever comes up, you're not going to move for a few minutes. Maybe you want to set the time in advance, or maybe just a few minutes will do. The first couple of minutes may be nearly unendurable. But, you know you can endure them, right? It's just your mind that doesn't want to. You're not going to die. Then, instead of moving your body to try to interest your mind, move your mind through your body. Check out your toes -- don't wiggle them, just see if you can feel each one. I bet you can't, unless you get very quiet inside. Move up each leg, being as precise as you can -- shins, calf muscles, front of knee, back of knee. Go through your whole body this way (you can start at the top and move down if you want). As a game, see how precise you can actually get. Can you feel individual muscles in your arm? How about your back? Probably, as you do this "body scan," a lot of thoughts will come up, including some which say things like "this is stupid." Whatever. There are several replies. One is that using boredom in this way is actually very helpful for the rest of life. What you're doing, practicing vipassana with boredom, is relating to something unpleasant in a different way than usual. According to the neuroscientists, you're actually forming new neural pathways, which in "mind" terms allows you to relate to unpleasant stimuli -- like your boss, driving in city traffic, or coping with actual illness or pain -- in new ways, like not being as reactive as you might usually be. Boredom is a pretty moderate form of unpleasantness, so it's the perfect place to practice and build these new relationships. Use it as a training ground for later, when these skills will count a lot more. This is part of the maturing of spiritual practice. Early on, it's very important to have amazing things happen. I have experienced Divine love, mystical union, full-body energetic phenomena that resemble orgasms of light -- and, believe me, these are all great. But at a certain point, getting spiritually high turns into a sort of dead-end. Unless you're very fortunate, you can't stay high all the time. "After the ecstasy, the laundry," as Jack Kornfield says. So, spiritual practice starts to be about the rest of the time -- the laundry time. The question shifts from "How can I get this over with, so that I can go back to the full-body orgasm part?" to "How can the laundry also be part of God?" So, allow the boredom. Learn to feel completely content, happy, and bored, all at the same time. Second, while boredom itself is boring, the long-term effects of getting to know your body this closely are anything but boring. All of life gets better: moving, resting, eating, having sex. You spend your whole life in your body. So, the closer you know it, the closer you can know life itself. Try to feel boredom in the body, really. Just as anger, say, is usually associated with a clenched jaw, a faster heartbeat, tensed muscles throughout the body, or sadness carries a "lump in the throat," boredom, too, is a subtle phenomenon of the body. Learn it. You can become a connoisseur of these sensations, riding along with just about any one of them. Like the flavors and notes of sadness, which I wrote about last month, the particular contours of boredom can become beautiful, as long as they're not forced to be something else. Just try it: just get to know the sensations for what they are, instead of what your mind tells you they are. Third, beside the practicing of non-reactivity, beside the connoisseurship, seeing things as they actually are has the benefit of relieving you of a kind of mental slavery, in which everything is evaluated according to how well they cater to your desires. Slavery, and myopia. It's like we're wandering in a phantasmagoria of the senses, and blocking out everything except the narrow band that pleases us. As R. Nachman of Bratzlav says in Likutei Moharan #133, "Woe is us! The world is full of light and mysteries both wonderful and awesome, but our tiny little hand shades our eyes and prevents them from seeing." The tiny hand may be our perceptive faculties, or it may be our yetzer hara, the self-centered inclination that leads to separation, evil, and missing the point of it all. Fourth is the point of it all, and it gets a new section. 5. The point of it all is to use boredom as a gateway to pure awareness. This is it, the nondual be-all and end-all, the whole shebang, the end of suffering, the path into enlightened consciousness, what the dzogchen teachings call the "old man basking in the sun," and the Jewish ones call "devekut," that shift in consciousness after which everything is exactly the same, and yet it is also God, rigpa, Being, the whole thing -- and it is delightfully boring. Truthfully, I am not trying to talk in riddles. It's just that when you learn to subtract something so familiar as wanting-not-to-be-bored, it looks like you've passed through the looking glass. One way in is this: Zen teacher Genpo Roshi likes to ask his students to act from their "non-seeking, non-desiring minds." Try it now -- play-acting is fine. Stop seeking anything, stop desiring anything. Just pretend as if you couldn't care less -- but without the anger that expression sometimes hides. Just, really, you don't care, you're happy as is, you're not looking for anything. Now, you can't really fake it for long. You have to actually let go of any desire for this moment to be any different from what it is. The desire to be excited, happy, enlightened, more comfortable, whatever. Let it go. Just stop seeking. Life suddenly gets very boring. Nothing to do, nowhere to go. Stay with it; don't get too excited. It's nothing special. Just boredom... only, since you've let go (faking or not) of any desire for it to not be boredom, it is what it is, which is what God said back there at the burning bush, and the Buddha said under the bodhi tree, and wise people have said around foliage for thousands of years. Again: Non-seeking, non-desiring mind. Ask that mind what's wrong, what needs fixing, what it's looking for, what problem it's trying to solve. And give up. Just for a little bit. The dzogchen texts speak of this as "old man, basking in the sun" because it's just gaping, stupid awareness, with no agenda. It's where you go when you stay bored, and get more bored, and then finally allow yourself to get so bored that you don't want anything other than this lovely blissful boredom, peaceful, quiet, radiant awareness, mirror-like mind, gazing, gaping, just hanging there, doing nothing, non-seeking, non-desiring. What's most liberating about this kind of enlightenment is that it is available in the midst of social life, work, making the world a better place, and all of the other activities which comprise most of our daily lives. Awareness is always there, if you can just give yourself the gift of boredom, in small instants, whenever. It's like taking a vacation to Aruba, lying on the beach just like the old man basking in the sun, zoning out, and not having to worry about the flight plans back, all in about three seconds. And, unlike the indulgence in Aruba, it can be done all the time, in the midst of important obligations, moral imperatives, and the rest of life. And at much lower cost than the a plane ticket. One important difference between Awareness and Aruba is that miraculously, at least for me and everyone else I've ever heard talk about the subject, simply from naked awareness flows a natural lovingkindness, more genuine than anything cultivated by oughts and shoulds. Helping others, and other beings, becomes natural; this is not narcissism, after all, since self-centered desires are precisely those which are surrendered. Sounds resonate. Nature vibrates. Even the mechanical dystopias of modern society are somehow, mysteriously fascinating. Boredom liberates. I wish someone would have told me this years ago: Stop trying to have special experiences, be more virtuous, speak in a spiritual tone of voice. Stop beating yourself up, stop achieving, stop working so hard, stop worrying. Kicking your own ass is not the way to liberation. It's simple: boredom plus surrender equals enlightenment. Did I just miss the memo?

source for the visions

switchmistress — Sun, 21 Dec 2008 04:30:02 GMT

Boxed in by our senses, we only see a single dimension of reality. Our eyes only allow us to perceive a minor part of the light’s reflection of the specter of what matter truly is. Our other senses restrict us in exactly the same ways. I’ve always held the conviction that other dimensions exist, and that our brains and our central nervous systems function as filters for our consciousness. These filters are necessary to grasp the material world, but their makeup is all too often weighed down by cultural, moral and scientific doctrines that provide us with a much too limited image of the Universe. Without words, this reality is sometimes expressed through terror, suffering and tears. At times it comes in the form of beauty and tears of joy inspired by the magic. It comes from within one’s being, in the form of archetype images. Each and everyone’s personal history and culture individually determine this reality. We all share a universal mythology, which serves as a source for the visions. Each and every one of us is an infinite universe, where angels and demons make up our thoughts, emotions, memory and our body.

MY SILENCE

switchmistress — Fri, 12 Dec 2008 06:19:51 GMT

My silence bridges the gulf between my life's success and my life's failure. My silence does not magnify my defects. Nor does it connive at them. My silence transforms my defects into strength indomitable. My silence is a climbing flame that warms my world of despair. My silence is my inner light. No problem of mine can defy solution. My silence is a selfless distributor of joy to ever-widening horizons. In my silence I become a woman of sterling character, a prolific writer, a voracious reader, a divine lover, a profound inspirer and a triumphant liberator. In my deep silence I never become a victim to ignorance, the greatest calamity that can befall any human being. In my growing silence I am convinced that even as a woman on this earth I shall be able to reach heights, transcendental, divine. My glowing silence alone can accelerate my Godward march. My spreading silence makes me see, feel and possess satisfaction, unalloyed satisfaction. No more have I to let loose a tirade of tenebrous dissatisfaction. In activity and vitality I proudly and wrongly feel that I shall have to take care of the whole world. In the heart of silence I humbly and unmistakably realise That it is the Divinity within the world that took care, takes care and shall for ever take care of the entire world. Silence is my unceasing petition. Silence is my unreserved preparation. Silence is my unlimited realisation. Silence is the unfathomable fount of my life here on earth, there in Heaven.

When the Soul Grows Quiet

switchmistress — Sun, 03 Aug 2008 16:43:48 GMT

when the soul itself grows quiet, and rests from its own weariness; when the witness releases its final hold, and dissolves into its ever present ground; when the last layer of self is peeled into the purest emptiness; when the final form of the self-contraction unfolds in the infinity of all space; then the spirit itself , as ever present awareness, stands free of its own accord, never really lost, and therefore never really found. with a shock of the utterly obvious, the world continues to arise just as it always has. In the deepest within, the most infinite beyond. in ever present awareness, your soul expands to embrace entire kosmos, so that spirit alone remains, as the simple world of what is. the rain no longer falls on you, but within you; the sun shines from inside your heart and radiates out into the world, blessing it with grace; supernovas swirl in your consciousness, the thunder is the sound of your own exhilarated heart; the oceans and rivers are nothing but your blood pulsing to the rhythm of your soul. infinitely ascended worlds of light dance in the interior of your brain; infinitely descended worlds of night cascade around your feet; the clouds crawl across the sky of your own unfettered mind, while the wind blows through the empty space of where your self once used to be. the sound of the rain falling on the roof is the only self you can find, here in the obvious world of crystalline one taste, where inner and outer are silly fictions and self and other are obscene lies, and ever-present simplicity is the sound of one hand clapping madly for all eternity. In the greatest depth, the simplest what is, and the journey ends, as it always does......... exactly where it began!

i hope this message finds everyone well within the flow of your life! : )

switchmistress — Fri, 11 Jul 2008 22:34:12 GMT

i bow to all who have been together on this path of self realization, and to all who continue to find their way. answering there inner call to enjoy there birthright of happiness, freedom and bliss! i hope this message finds everyone well within the flow of your life. as we melt away in the warmth of the summer we feel a deep lesson of understaning that, in order to transition into something new and enjoy something different, we must let go of something that just was to reveal whats next. we can begin to embody this wisdom through letting go of tightness, tension, reigidity, and stagnation of flow within our mind/body, and only creates and opens new pathways. feel more focused, relaxed, present, ripe, and fluid body/mind with a balanced life rhythm reveal itself. cultivating your inner world and body/mind is necesarry along your path for any change and outward manifestation to be enjoyed. basically your outer world reflects your inner world. your inner playground of thoughts, feelings, beliefs, etc., along with all kinds of stuff stored in the many layers or our being. you are not your body, your thoughts, or even your feelings for that matter. you are just the breath of life! with in this increasingly fast paced, over stimulated world, we must learn how to come back into our vessels/bodys, and return home to ourselves and create that experience and connection with the source. by doing so it helps us to re-establish how we identify with ourselves. we transform and learn not to live from the "Ego" but from a heart centered space. we must learn to take responsibility for cleaning up our thoughts and actions and recognizing more deeply how they affect our personal inner world and personal lives, and also all humanity. since energy follows thoughts and our thoughts create feeling, what are you creating in this moment for yourself and our world by how you are thinking and acting? come into alignment with the power of love and breath. remember your exhale is someone elses inhale. how much love energy will they be recieving? at a time when the majority is feeling deep shifts and changes rapidly- challenging their truths and beliefs and stirring them to rethink and possibly recreate the way they live within themselves and the planet. take to heart there are so many of us ( you included! ), all in your own way , who are all apart of this positive change within our world. remember as we move forward along our path that the question is not always: "what else do we need to do, add, go get, or have in order to create change?" sometimes the answer is not found sweetly, just like nature, when the melting and letting go of winter allows us to feel the shift and change the next season is bringing. so in order to transition in something new and enjoy something different, sometimes we need to ask: what do i need to let go of? or, what do "WE" need to let go of within individual/group consciousness that might keep us from evolving? how and in what ways can i as an individual serve the moment and life with love? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I shall pass through this world but once. Any good therefore that I can do or any kindness that I can show to any human being, let me do it now. blessing to you and your day! - Charity ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You Are Amazing! You Are Unique! You are You!

switchmistress — Sat, 07 Jun 2008 06:10:51 GMT

You are not just a meaningless fragment in an alien universe, briefly suspended between life and death, allowed a few short-lived pleasures followed by pain and ultimate annihilation. Underneath your outer form, you are connected with something so vast, so immeasurable and sacred, that it cannot be spoken of - yet I am speaking of it now. I am speaking of it now not to give you something to believe in but to show you how you can know it for yourself.

every single moment!

switchmistress — Tue, 25 Mar 2008 03:18:42 GMT

No matter what’s going on in your life right now, there’s something to appreciate about it. Sometimes the gifts of the moment aren’t recognized until later. The benefit of hindsight helps to bring them into focus. Even the difficult experiences like serious health challenges come packaged with aspects to appreciate, but they sometimes require the buffer of time to recognize. The act of appreciation rivets our consciousness to this present moment. With our attention focused on the here and now, we are living life fully, since right now is the only time there ever is. On the surface it seems that the present moment is only one of many, many moments. Each day of your life appears to consist of thousands or moments where different things happen. Yet if you look more deeply, is there not only one moment, ever? Is life not ever not ‘this moment?

THE SILENCE

switchmistress — Tue, 04 Mar 2008 03:16:02 GMT

the Petals unfold the Beauty of Creation revealed through the Flower of Perfection. the Gift to Life awakening within each and every soul the Reality of the Divinity within. for they may shine bright through the illumined Perception of the Eternal. each one a soul-saint. each one an emanation of Love. here and now. the Petals unfolding is a Composition of a new Song of Songs resounding within the Heart of everyone. Silence breaks upon the Shore of every soul seeking the Glory of their Perfection. the ebb and flow a reminder of Her Presence here before us. for all may enter the Ocean in an unique discovery of the Silent Depths within and arise alive to this most special Time. the Water's flow will cleanse and nourish awakening our True Nature. and through the illumination of the Flame each will enlighten the World through the Grace of the Gift She has given. each is a Warrior. each a messenger hailing the Fruition of the Sacred Tree of Life. Silence breaks upon the Shore of the Warriors Awakening. soul-vessel glides the Silent Waters of Reflection. the Sun and the Moon his guide. the ripples skim the surface to plash the bright white sands of distant shores. illumined memories of fleeting footsteps taken and returned to the Ocean. the mirrored Tree scattered in his passing is born anew. a soul white Dove embraces his gaze beckoning his Freedom Flight. a Silent Rainfall pitter patters the World before him. he is all of these. Destiny portrayed within his Silent Depths. he smiles Light inside the emblazoned Flame of his Desire. all is as it Is as it will Be a soul-vessel entering Eternity.

~~NEW TRACK UP ON MYSPACE, HOPE YOU ENJOY!~~

switchmistress — Sat, 23 Feb 2008 20:19:52 GMT

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ITS ALL JUST ONE BIG FASHION SHOW.........RIGHT?????

switchmistress — Sat, 16 Feb 2008 21:19:49 GMT

or so it seems thats what it has become......dunno, just something to think about. i believe in the motto "what you see is what you get, take it or leave it."

((((((((((((((((We Are All One Mind)))))))))))))))))

switchmistress — Fri, 18 Jan 2008 20:23:37 GMT

I went through. I focused and forgot the I Using without knowing revelations flowing, it is there. They are there. We are there. In front of our eyes, learn to see. Trust yourself, and you will find yourself walking on the path. There is no such thing as getting lost, trust yourself. Find yourself, feel the ripples of awareness. Bring back your mind, connect the concepts you know deep inside. The flood comes, the flood leaves? Was it ever there? Or is it coming? Slowly but suddenly, loose in time you are perceived by One. You are conceived by yourself. Repeating the steps over, perception is key to see from all angles. Trust yourself. It brings you up. Let it fall, where it may, into the vagueness of uncertainty. Questioning yourself the ego forgets, chooses to forget. Following the wise you search for answers, following the shadows you find the clues, but they are unclear. Find the path. You forgot where it is and where it goes, but in your memory lies the steps, the way to follow. Follow yourself and you just might find where you were all along. Does it go in an order? Chronological steps on a set pace to a predestined plan? Looking around for a guide, separate from the ego, look inward and you'll find that you come to remember that you knew all of this all along. Teach yourself, realize how to get through and what it is. Deep under nothing is forgotten. Listen to the muffled memories. See for yourself from the perception of your eyes rolled back into implosion. So one is everything and nothing is forever. Existing in the moment as if it lasts for an eternity. Figuring where we might have been. Hear that soft, quiet voice and listen to its words as infant wonder flutters on newfound wings. Letting go on a wisp of vagueness, the wisp is seen and dissipates into nonexistence. Will you fall? Will we fall? The grasp on uncertainty has disappeared upon the realization that you made it up to dress the ego into a picture of comfortable numbness. See the mistake, if there ever was, maybe the point of beginning was there? After shattering and crumbling into the past grasp onto the cornerstone, but know enough to let go. Let go. This thing of the past is a concept carved in stone, a tale of stories that we tell ourselves so we can believe. If the records are hard and cold, what of the future? Stone prison or the apocalyptic cliff? Grasp onto salvation, imprison yourself. or fall and catch yourself on a power of your own. Answers found in rippling darkness, clues you leave yourself to trigger the enveloping view of long lost wisdom and knowledge. Not giving into the temptation of fear, the rivers of vision flow unobstructed, tearing down the walls. Look upon the rubble, see the opposing possibility. Realize the essence of the illusion and pass right through the confusing and inhibiting clutter of comfortable causes of reality. Faith is gone. Lost in a mess of linear time, a two-sided ball rolling across a sloped disenchanting road, with no answer for heart or mind. Into the chasm, gravity's inevitability shatters the sea of ice. The result is reflecting back onto crystal shards, kept locked in the immortality of memory. Fractured into possibilities flooding into a hole, deeper than you know. Looked down upon from the bottom, or the top? climbing... seemingly losing, relax the purpose that you thought you found. Learn to swim, and free the anchoring ties of cold and disabling grudges. Let go, before you're stone. Dive deep in cleansing oceanic dream, and come up for your return after each passing reflection. Kiss the lapping waves of existence. Shed your old, worn and tired skin. Open your eye, breathing in with grateful oscillating rhyme, find yourself in tune with all that is. Fathom the beauty, feel it chime upon the love that flows throughout our perpetual divinity. See this transient eternity and see its creator. Transcend the perfect balance, born from this source of light. See the above, as the below, and see through all the clouding tribulations that hinder us down into losing ourselves, forgetting our being is of light. Remember we are eternal, forever bathed in love, we are all one mind.

I AM ME!

switchmistress — Mon, 14 Jan 2008 01:20:12 GMT

I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it -- I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know -- but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me, and I am Okay.

Creatrix~ for the ladies

switchmistress — Fri, 11 Jan 2008 00:34:09 GMT

to every amazing divine creatrix embodied goddess channel of creation and inspiration.... my deep gratitude, LOVE and humble appreciation goes out to every one of you... popularity contests aside, ego stroking aside, cliques and clusters of creatrix configurations aside.... I SEE YOU. BECOMING YOUR AUTHENTIC SELF. There is nothing more beautiful in this world right now than the rebirthing renaissance of all of you gorgeous women who are stepping fully into your authentic being, power, and creative divinity. I salute every one of you. With admiration for your utterly unique vibratory frequency and the gifts you carry into the world. you are too many to name. too beautiful not to rejoice, and we are becoming the next generation of the redefinition of what a BEAUTIFUL WOMAN is. Our culture has some seriously fucked up notions of what a beautiful, attractive, desirable woman is.. We are the ones who are recreating that entire perception. A beautiful woman is one who stands firmly planted in her divine feminine creatrix power, channelling her inspired beauty into the world.. Your artwork, your jewelry, your clothing, your dance, your collaberations, your powerful singing voice, your fully embodied SEXUAL POWER, your spirit, your AUTHENTICITY... This is the new beautiful woman.. We are creating new definitions of feminine beauty that are not based on appearance, weakness, cattiness and submission to MAN. Step up, Step up! That we may honor you, That the world may honor you interwoven into WE. That we may midwife the rebirthing of ALL WOMEN into their authenticity, their beauty, their creativity, their sexual power, their joy... We are stepping into our power, so that every woman has the courage, and fearlessly embodies their authentic self. I raise my fist in salute to you and offer you a deep bow of namaste from the core of my being.

sacred circle

switchmistress — Fri, 28 Dec 2007 04:55:55 GMT

The Circle has healing power. In the Circle, we are all equal. When in the Circle, no one is in front of you. No one is behind you. No one is above you. No one is below you. The Sacred Circle is designed to create unity. The Hoop of Life is also a circle. On this hoop there is a place for every species, every race, every tree and every plant. It is this completeness of Life that must be respected in order to bring about health on this planet." ~Dave Chief, Oglala Lakota~

~~ NO MIND ~~

switchmistress — Mon, 24 Dec 2007 20:49:29 GMT

No mind, no form, I only exist; Now ceased all will and thought; The final end of Nature's dance, I am it whom I have sought. A realm of Bliss bare, ultimate; Beyond both knower and known; A rest immense I enjoy at last; I face the One alone. I have crossed the secret ways of life, I have become the Goal. The Truth immutable is revealed; I am the way, the God Soul. My spirit aware of all the heights, I am mute in the core of the Sun. I barter nothing with time and deeds; My cosmic play is done

STUPIDEST STATEMENT BY PRESIDENT GEORGE W. BUSH

switchmistress — Tue, 18 Dec 2007 02:53:56 GMT

1) "I'm the decider, and I decide what is best." 2) "Brownie, you're doing a heck of a job." - to FEMA director Michael Brown in a televised address. 3) "Peter. Are you going to ask that question with shades on?" to legally blind reporter Peter Wallsten. Bush later apologized, saying he was unaware of Wallsten's blindness, and that while he likes to needle the press, "next time I'll use a different needle." 4) "Wow! Brazil is big." George W. Bush, after being shown a map of Brazil by Brazilian president Luiz Inacio Lula da Silva. 5) "It's in our country's interests to find those who would do harm to us and get them out of harm's way."

life is not measured by the # of breaths we take, but the moments that take our breath away!

switchmistress — Mon, 01 Oct 2007 22:40:28 GMT

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much , and pray too seldom.We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shall ow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn 't cost a cent.Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A ki ss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away

INTERNATIONAL PIRATE DAY!!!! ARRRRGGG...HOW ARE YOU GOING TO CELEBRATE?

switchmistress — Wed, 19 Sep 2007 19:50:02 GMT

JUST A WINK

switchmistress — Mon, 10 Sep 2007 02:39:47 GMT

life awakens to itself manifesting bright links which are benign and vibrant parts of the subliminal world *** the innermost web and netting of golden lines lattice the gracious fabric of hallowed nature *** the way to illumination is just a wink into another dimension like turning the pages of a book in one's awareness *** diagonal sweeps of cerebral light like cursive writing light up my body from within so i can see all the inner surfaces *** waves are alive and their turning boundaries are love reflecting light all along their outlines ***

BLISSFUL AWARENESS

switchmistress — Mon, 10 Sep 2007 02:33:33 GMT

Upon the Sea of blissful Awareness Waves of ecstatic love arise: Rapture divine! Play of God’s Bliss! Ah, how enthralling! Wondrous waves of the sweetness of God, Ever new and ever enchanting. Rise on the surface, ever assuming Forms ever fresh. Then once more in the Great Communion All are merged, as the barrier walls Of time and space dissolve and vanish: Dance then, O mind! Dance in delight, with hands upraised, chanting

I ONLY EXIST

switchmistress — Mon, 10 Sep 2007 02:30:32 GMT

No mind, no form, I only exist; Now ceased all will and thought; The final end of Nature's dance, I am it whom I have sought. A realm of Bliss bare, ultimate; Beyond both knower and known; A rest immense I enjoy at last; I face the One alone. I have crossed the secret ways of life, I have become the Goal. The Truth immutable is revealed; My spirit aware of all the heights, I am mute in the core of the Sun. I barter nothing with time and deeds; My cosmic play is done