To RELATE
by Maven Huggins on Thursday, April 1, 2010 at 11:39am
Forget Relationship And Learn How To Relate.
Sunday, March 28, 2010 at 8:58pm
IS RELATIONSHIP THERE BECAUSE LOVE IS NOT?
YES!.... Love is not a relationship. Love relates, but it is not a relationship. A relationship is something finished. A relationship is a noun; the full stop has come, the honeymoon is over. Now there is no joy, no enthusiasm, now all is finished.
You can carry it on, just to keep your promises. You can carry it on because it is comfortable, convenient, cozy. You can carry it on because there is nothing else to do.
You can carry it on because if you disrupt it, it is going to create much trouble for you.
Relationship means something complete, finished, closed. Love is never a relationship; love is relating. It is always a river, flowing, unending. Love knows no full stop; the honeymoon begins but never ends. It is not like a novel that starts at a certain point and ends at a certain point. It is an ongoing phenomenon. Lovers end, love continues. It is a continuum. It is a verb, not a noun. And why do we reduce the beauty of relating to relationship? Why are we in such a hurry? -- because to relate is insecure, and relationship is a security, relationship has a certainty.
Relating is just a meeting of two strangers, maybe just an overnight stay and in the morning we say goodbye. Who knows what is going to happen tomorrow? And we are so afraid that we want to make it certain, we want to make it predictable. We would like tomorrow to be according to our ideas; we don't allow it freedom to have its own say. So we immediately reduce every verb to a noun.
You are in love with a woman or a man and immediately you start thinking of getting married. Make it a legal contract. Why? How does the law come into love? The law comes into love because love is not there. It is only a fantasy, and you know the fantasy will disappear. Before it disappears settle down, before it disappears do something so it becomes impossible to separate.
In a better world, with more meditative people, with a little more enlightenment spread over the earth, people will love, love immensely, but their love will remain a relating, not a relationship. And I am not saying that their love will be only momentary. There is every possibility their love may go deeper than your love, may have a higher quality of intimacy, may have something more of poetry and more of God in it. And there is every possibility their love may last longer than your so-called relationship ever lasts. But it will not be guaranteed by the law, by the court, by the policeman.
The guarantee will be inner. It will be a commitment from the heart, it will be a silent communion. If you enjoy being with somebody, you would like to enjoy it more and more. If you enjoy the intimacy, you would like to explore the intimacy more and more.
And there are a few flowers of love which bloom only after long intimacies. There are seasonal flowers too; within six weeks they are there in the sun, but within six weeks again they are gone forever. There are flowers which take years to come, and there are flowers which take many years to come. The longer it takes, the deeper it goes.
But it has to be a commitment from one heart to another heart. It has not even to be verbalized, because to verbalize it is to profane it. It has to be a silent commitment; eye to eye, heart to heart, being to being. It has to be understood, not said.
It is so ugly seeing people going to the church or the court to get married. It is so ugly, so inhuman. It simply shows they can't trust themselves, they trust the policeman more than they trust their own inner voice. It shows they can't trust their love, they trust the law.
Forget relationships and learn how to relate. Once you are in a relationship you start taking each other for granted. That's what destroys all love affairs. The woman thinks she knows the man, the man thinks he knows the woman. Nobody knows either. It is impossible to know the other, the other remains a mystery. And to take the other for granted is insulting, disrespectful.
To think that you know your wife is very very ungrateful. How can you know the woman? How can you know the man? They are processes, they are not things. The woman that you knew yesterday is not there today. So much water has gone down the Ganges; she is somebody else, totally different. Relate again, start again, don't take it for granted.
And the man that you slept with last night, look at his face again in the morning. He is no more the same person, so much has changed. So much, incalculably much, has changed. That is the difference between a thing and a person. The furniture in the room is the same, but the man and the woman, they are no more the same. Explore again, start again. That's what I mean by relating.
Relating means you are always starting, you are continuously trying to become acquainted. Again and again, you are introducing yourself to each other. You are trying to see the many facets of the other's personality. You are trying to penetrate deeper and deeper into his realm of inner feelings, into the deep recesses of his being. You are trying to unravel a mystery which cannot be unraveled.
That is the joy of love: the exploration of consciousness. And if you relate, and don't reduce it to a relationship, then the other will become a mirror to you. Exploring him, unawares you will be exploring yourself too. Getting deeper into the other, knowing his feelings, his thoughts, his deeper stirrings, you will be knowing your own deeper stirrings too. Lovers become mirrors to each other, and then love becomes a meditation. Relationship is ugly, relating is beautiful.
In relationship both persons become blind to each other. Just think, how long has it been since you saw your wife eye to eye? How long has it been since you looked at your husband? Maybe years. Who looks at one's own wife? You have already taken it for granted that you know her. What more is there to look at? You are more interested in strangers than in the people you know -- you know the whole topography of their bodies, you know how they respond, you know everything that has happened is going to happen again and again. It is a repetitive circle.
It is not so, it is not really so. Nothing ever repeats; everything is new every day. Just your eyes become old, your assumptions become old, your mirror gathers dust and you become incapable of reflecting the other.
Hence I say relate. By saying relate, I mean remain continuously on a honeymoon. Go on searching and seeking each other, finding new ways of loving each other, finding new ways of being with each other. And each person is such an infinite mystery, inexhaustible, unfathomable, that it is not possible that you can ever say, 'I have known her,' or, 'I have known him.' At the most you can say, 'I have tried my best, but the mystery remains a mystery.'
In fact the more you know, the more mysterious the other becomes. Then love is a constant adventure.
OSHO
from
Love, Freedom, and Aloneness
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Dreams and Scapes
by Maven Huggins on Thursday, March 11, 2010 at 11:33am
I wake up this morning recognizing how much of Trinidad I am. I am away, in Houston, supposedly, to get away from Trinidad, to scout for my next living, to visit a friend; but instead, every night I have had the most involved, dramatic, creative dreams of Trinidad realities and landscapes; those not of my lived knowledge nor indirect exposure. I might as well be in a dream competition, so consistent, involved and creative the dreams. I have not dreamt like this in ages. If I have, which I have not, I do not remember the dreams as I have been here. I find it amazing. But this morning, I ask myself why? And what I come up with is despite all the things I detest and am disgusted by in Trinidad. I AM TRINIDAD> By ethnicities, heritages, national stories and histories, by my mixtures, visions, thoughts and renegade character. By my red brown cocoa color, tight curly soft looking hard nappy wiggy hair, my flat nose and chinky Chinese eyes, and I AM HER> IN the landscapes that I love, by the ocean, at the seas, the beaches, rock, clay and sand. IN the bush and forests, Aripo, Brasso Seco, to the East of Toco and the South of Chatham, the history of what Tortuga was, my love is buried there. Those are places I could lie down and let the land take and claim me, there would be no separation of material; both would be known and recognizable to the other. I AM TRINIDAD. For good and bad, I am Trinidad, in those places I am loved and in the same instances when I am not. When nature turns on you and lets you know delusions be damned reality will f*&k you…like the time I went to pee in a grassy knoll and the ants raised up and bit me twenty-three times and I like a fresh returned moo-moo thought it was plants and flowers brushing against me. And I stayed in a perpetual physical body allergic reaction for about nine months and despite three doctors and a private hospital, St. Clair, undiagnosed and treated by the many and varied quacks here. I did not know David Bratt then. So I can write, rail and bitch about the health care that kills in Trinidad, no matter who or how much is paid. I know. All that I know. All that is me. Trinidad
So the dreams, Last night > I was in a police raid in a house of exposed brick (that says a lot to people who know—poor scrunting people), in the hills somewhere. Because first the helicopters and then it appeared police emerged from the earth under the bush as ants, and shooting, and people jumping off the hill in screams and boulders rolling down, and from our yard, and gallery windows, we watched, and when the screams stopped and who was to get shoot, get shot, and the hill quieted down, it was like in an instant we all knew, the scene changed, script flipped, we were next, and truly, the police emerged, like ants, down to us, so we scampered to take cover. Some to bolt lock doors, as I did, but was not quick enough and I was too nervous and the lock was flimsy, like those pencil latch lock that I was trying to do surreptiously but a policeman with gun turned the corner and I had to let it loose, but could not run for he would have shot me in the back, so I just slowly released the lock, turned around as if a lover had wisped my hand, and held them up, waiting for him to confront, but he just had me walk through the house, where they searched and ransacked/ and peeped through windows. TO what end I do not know.
Then I had two other dreams in the same last night: One I think I must have been in an African country, living in another exposed brick house, but that, there, is money in that landscape. And though I thought we were in Africa, the interior design, furniture, livables and people were Caribbean. And truly, the place was populated by black women like myself; like maybe I was a visitor to a family compound; or we all were at some type of retreat, but not to luxuriate, I am not sure. Clueless…but I was by myself, and been walking the compound, seeing things. And there must have been some visitor or alteration in the calm of non events and we were all out to see; but then we retreated back to our corners and it was there that I began talking to one of the women while another group, seemingly relatives, gathered on a covered verandah talking, and as they left we entered to sit, and (it was in Africa; Caribbean Women in Africa) because on the chair I was going to sit, it was uneven, and one of the women, called out to one of the help, “Baba” and an older mature man came to get the chair, understood it was in need of repair, mentioned what could be wrong, he existed, then we shifted and regathered…and she was telling me of her not being well, and that it was kidney stones she had, and I was telling her what to eat, and stop eating to clear it up. In this verandah with morris chairs, wicker wood, flowers and vast landscapes of flat red dusty earth that laid beyond the arched covered verandah.
The third and last dream before my awaking returns back to Trinidad. I was driving with two guys, one of them is known by Errol Fabien, and I just gave them my CRV, I got out and walked. And as I got out and turned around to look at them, they had turned the windows down, they did not proceed in the direction we were driving but instead turned around, so I did not have the opportunity to change my mind and have them pick me up. Then I wondered if I was crazy or something because I tried to call Errol to get the driver’s number, because either I thought they would not hear my call with the windows down on a joyride, or I did not have any of their numbers. And I awakened and wondered what would make me do such a thing, even in a dream. And that is when I realized, my dreams. These fanciful danciful travelling dreams and scapes: I am away from Trinidad and dreaming, in cahoots with Trinidad and all dem who live and struggle there. After all my writing, bitching, moaning, complaining, railing and screaming, indictment and castigation in the last seven years this May 2010, I open my eyes in dreams to realize I am, [have been fighting against myself (!)] of the place and its people., I AM HER> TRINIDAD, The place I was convinced and damning as not belonging to. These are the thoughts, dreams of revelations and identity in the midst of some planned escape. So is it so simple? That we are who and where we were born?
7:57am Central Time
Thursday, March 11, 2010
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Elegance, Mathematically Correct
by Maven Huggins on Monday, February 1, 2010 at 1:35pm
I bet you will NOT be able to read it without sending it on to at least one other person!
Beauty of Mathematics!!!!!!!
1 x 8 + 1 = 9
12 x 8 + 2 = 98
123 x 8 + 3 = 987
1234 x 8 + 4 = 9876
12345 x 8 + 5 = 98765
123456 x 8 + 6 = 987654
1234567 x 8 + 7 = 9876543
12345678 x 8 + 8 = 98765432
123456789 x 8 + 9 = 987654321
1 x 9 + 2 = 11
12 x 9 + 3 = 111
123 x 9 + 4 = 1111
1234 x 9 + 5 = 11111
12345 x 9 + 6 = 111111
123456 x 9 + 7 = 1111111
1234567 x 9 + 8 = 11111111
12345678 x 9 + 9 = 111111111
123456789 x 9 +10= 1111111111
9 x 9 + 7 = 88
98 x 9 + 6 = 888
987 x 9 + 5 = 8888
9876 x 9 + 4 = 88888
98765 x 9 + 3 = 888888
987654 x 9 + 2 = 8888888
9876543 x 9 + 1 = 88888888
98765432 x 9 + 0 = 888888888
Brilliant, isn't it?
And look at this symmetry:
1 x 1 = 1
11 x 11 = 121
111 x 111 = 12321
1111 x 1111 = 1234321
11111 x 11111 = 123454321
111111 x 111111 = 12345654321
1111111 x 1111111 = 1234567654321
11111111 x 11111111 = 123456787654321
111111111 x 111111111 = 12345678987654321
Mind Boggling...
Now, take a look at this...
101%
From a strictly mathematical viewpoint:
What Equals 100%?
What does it mean to give MORE than 100%?
Ever wonder about those people who say they
are giving more than 100%?
We have all been in situations where someone wants you to
GIVE OVER 100%...
How about ACHIEVING 101%?
What equals 100% in life?
Here's a little mathematical formula that might help
answer these questions:
If:
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Is represented as:
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26.
Then:
H-A-R-D-W-O- R- K
8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98%
And:
K-N-O-W-L-E- D-G-E
11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+ 5 = 96%
But:
A-T-T-I-T-U- D-E
1+20+20+9+20+ 21+4+5 = 100%
THEN, look how far the love of God will take you:
L-O-V-E-O-F- G-O-D
12+15+22+5+15+ 6+7+15+4 = 101%
Therefore, one can conclude with mathematical certainty that:
While Hard Work and Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will
get you there, It's the Love of God that will put you over the top!
If you find this interesting share it with your friends & loved ones.
Have a nice day & God bless you
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Earthquake Haiti, World Bankers, Imperialists and US (title courtesy Khalil Malik)
by Maven Huggins on Sunday, January 24, 2010 at 1:20pm
All this money. Massives amounts of Money. FLoating around in a World Economic Crisis. Does it show us that we are richer than we imagine, than we recognize?
All this MOney. Massive Amounts of MOney Shuttling through the nether Skies.
Imagine all the brokers, service providers, Shunters, Cutters and Interest Rate Makers.... Imagine all the Banks your Pittance Attaches percentage points to somebody's Balance
Enriching Who...Those you Sent your Money To...? Or the Middle Men Corporate Adminstrator, Expat World Civil Servants?
Will it Ever Arrive? Alive? All that Energy. All that Money?
If the foodstuff is in gridlock with the Military Disaster Relief Democracy War Complex Experts? And the Media is Feeding you 24 hour Shock Doctrine IN Effect
I wonder how much of All that Money will be Lost in Translation, Currency Exchange and Manipulations?
Who is going to ask for An Accounting of All that Money Collected? World Scale and by Country National?
Who is going to Demand to Know How many of Which Haitian Citizens, got What Percentage of Who's Global Totals?
Who and Which Agency is going to demand that Haiti Receive Every Single Penny, nothing short, nothing discounted? Nothing Squalored, Nothing MisHandled?
Who is going to calculate the interest on the time it sat while waiting, in transfer costs, compiled, compounded and collated?
Who?
Hmm?
While we figure it out, Economic Hitmen Reinvent the Shtick with Novocaine.
All that Money. Money. Massive Amounts of Money in a World Economic I aint Got , but I do and they will have More Crisis because of the Crisis In Haiti Staged Right, Scene Three. Seventy Hours and Counting, Ready for Act Next..the Storing and ReBurgeoning Complex. What they lost in '09 they intend to recover in '10...not waiting much into the beginning of the new year, old times, same rhymes, killing lives
Who is going to be held Accountable after we catch ourselves and our high flung emotions? Who is going to charge for the loss of lives, The first time with the HAARP Earthquake. The Second time with the Non-Response. The Third time with the PAP Airport Fiasco. The Fourth Time/ The Fourth Estate. And we haven't even got to building and rebuilding yet. We haven't even gotten in yet. We are still at the airport, waiting to land. ..
In all the delay, We are setting the Stage for Local Internal Meltdown so we can send in Blackwater and other Security firms to secure the new American isle land Strip Space.
MaydAy Mayday Money Largesse, Haiti Dispense Emergency Armageddon Apocalypse Dry Run at the Gates. The Barbarians, they Strike Successfully Again. The drones are all asleep. Never the more to wake or weep. Mercy to those who See. Silent and Powerless. But counting the Steps. Mercy. MOney All that MOney and Energy.
Send More > The Confederate. Their Currency.
Mayday, it is all done. We are going down
mdhuggins
http://www.nathanielturner.com/depictionsofslavery.htm
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Love, Friends, God, Reunions and Romance
by Maven Huggins on Sunday, January 10, 2010 at 3:29am
Part Two:
"Hi Lady:
I'm happy you enjoyed your Holidays and I'm wishing you a most glorious 2010. So where is my hand-painted ceramic vase/plate/bowl/stuff? I know you're creating an extremely beautiful piece just for me so I'm not going to give you a terribly hard time
I thought of all the dear souls in my life although I did not send out my mass mailing of a New Year wish. I still have time and will see if the mood moves me. The good thing is that I'm always wishing these dear souls the very best all year round.
Well, Jeuneille surprised me with a visit at 3am on Sunday morning after Christmas, so that was the highlight of my holidays. We had a great visit and did our usual Resolution K run on New Year's eve. We had big fun for the time she was here and she returned to NY on New Year's Day. She's a good soul with a huge heart. She is God's child I tell yuh.
So, my dear still wishing you all the best for your best life. I'm supposed to be planning a reunion in 2010 (spoke with Carole, Junie and Vlad over the holidays and they're all on board). The place will be East Lansing since that's where we all met and stomped. I'll begin at some point by sending out a few dates to people to get a
> sense of what works. And, I'll have to make it very very clear that this union/getting together is NOT for people to advertise their academic/professional/marital achievements, but a space where we can all be silly, laugh, dance, remember good times, kick back and have a couple of days of FUN. This will NOT be a show and tell session.
Okay, I'll keep you posted.
Nuff love Sweetie.
Have a beautiful day and weekend.
May we all be tuned in to the spaces that 2010 present for pure love -- love that's not obiligatory and not expectant -- just the simple flow of energy that comes from within
one's core. And may we remember to see the joy in a simple "I love you" even as
much as we see it in a sunset or sunrise, a flower, our reflection, a song, yes,
a song. Simply, we ARE the very thing that we are told to want.
Your Big Sis,
Jackie
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Two things, the EL reunion being silly and returning to days when we met sound glorious.
would be great to bring in our old dj's...Heran and a friend I have here, maybe....that is a stretch.
Second, I am so for this is not show and tell, cause one, I never hitched the bandwagon, never got on the professional train, and really all but ditched everything I attained, and climbing down in to the commons...
doing beekeeping, artists, growing food...just be-ing.. God and Good.
So that fits me fine.
can we go further and pop anybody who asks us about what last we published, or where we are working now?
lol
smile
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"Sweetie, if ever there was a soul I knew who oozes romance and love it is Lady Melise. I honestly believe that God allows us to put ourselves through silences and spates of idleness all in preparation for appreciation for each piece of beautiful that we claim.
Melise, I acknowledge that this 2010 will be the year that your love gives birth to a beauty that you've only imagined. I will not try to anticipate what it will look like or rather how it will be packaged.
I just know that for all of the love you hold in you it just has to overflow into a well that is waiting and being prepared for its birth outside of yourself.
Thanks for never giving up on God and Good and romance.
I like the idea of old DJs which I'm sure we can arrange, and if your buddy from TT can make it that would be grand. Oh yeah, I will be issuing permission slips for the serious popping of anyone who asks about or volunteers information regarding publications, promotions, awards, and such. If the news people are bringing have nothing to do with laughter, down right foolishness, music, even Obama topics, then
that is NOT news that we want shared at this reunion. I'll be sharing the actual wording for invites when time permits.
Okay dahlin, let us keep our wings positioned in flight -- as I've always said, "There is none so beautiful as a woman in flight, clip her wings and she will wither to ugliness."
Nuff love Babe, enjoy the rest of your weekend.
Big Sis,
Jackie
"talk about love flowing...right here
nice messages!
Gosh!
thanks for telling and reminding me about myself
i don;t know I have ever told myself I am such a romantic, at least not in recent years
but it is true. Gees, overly sickeningly so.
I wish i could hold you to your prophecy, it is way long overdue
and sometimes it down right aches/ no one understands,
but that is the life
cheers
Part One
"Hey Huggins, please tell me you're not still crying over my last email with thoughts. I know you lady; you're such a romantic, but that's good; it keeps us close to God."
"sharing something with a special soul"
"Hello Lady,
I've attached something that I know only you would appreciate. Read, smile, DO NOT analyze, then delete. Consider it a piece of beautiful from one romantic to another. I remain committed to enjoying each of God's many blessings. It seems the older I get the more powerful they hit me."
Thankful and Thoughtful
I am so thankful and thoughtful about a most beautiful Christmas holiday I experienced in 2009 and about the bliss that continued into 2010. What is particularly interesting is that I had to continually give myself permission to cherish, embrace, and bask in my feelings of love, joy, and at times ecstasy. Quietly, we each wish or want for experiences that bring out our pure joy, our pure bliss. Yet, when the circumstances arise to ignite its flow, we hesitate, question, and even attempt escape. Something as simple and as beautiful as the flood of such emotions cannot be truly wished away, but too much pondering and hesitation can taint it. On December 5th 2009, I renewed correspondence with a distant soul, whom I always believed to be a friend. From that date to now I have not stopped smiling, feeling beautiful, gleefully basking in every small detail of my surroundings and internal quivers. Naturally and gently these feelings have unfolded and I welcomed their manifestation without hesitation in just about every medium that bridges the distance between two vulnerable hearts across several borders. Not wanting to define my feelings – this happiness that bubbled up within me and poured out through smiles, sweet whispers, and songs, oh, so many songs – for fear of limiting what it really was, I focused not so much on what it was but on what IT was doing to me. These were beautiful feelings that had been awakened in me. Any fear about these feelings had quietly disappeared, and I felt alive as a soul and as a woman. I am thankful that I did not hesitate too much. I am thankful for what these feelings mean and will reveal. I am thankful that on December 5th I renewed this friendship. It brought me face to face with a love I have always had inside of me – a love that needed release – a love that needed to breathe. I am thankful for this bliss and for the beauty that it will lead me to. Blessings are not always packaged in the season of celebration, but aware of your joy you will see past the wrapping to the beauty that could only be God letting you know that you are LOVE – even as a single woman of almost 51.... "
"Hi Lady:
I'm happy you enjoyed your Holidays and I'm wishing you a most glorious 2010. So where is my hand-painted ceramic vase/plate/bowl/stuff? I know you're creating an extremely beautiful piece just for me so I'm not going to give you a terribly hard time
I thought of all the dear souls in my life although I did not send out my mass mailing of a New Year wish. I still have time and will see if the mood moves me. The good thing is that I'm always wishing these dear souls the very best all year round.
Well, Jeuneille surprised me with a visit at 3am on Sunday morning after Christmas, so that was the highlight of my holidays. We had a great visit and did our usual Resolution K run on New Year's eve. We had big fun for the time she was here and she returned to NY on New Year's Day. She's a good soul with a huge heart. She is God's child I tell yuh.
So, my dear still wishing you all the best for your best life. I'm supposed to be planning a reunion in 2010 (spoke with Carole, Junie and Vlad over the holidays and they're all on board). The place will be East Lansing since that's where we all met and stomped. I'll begin at some point by sending out a few dates to people to get a
> sense of what works. And, I'll have to make it very very clear that this union/getting together is NOT for people to advertise their academic/professional/marital achievements, but a space where we can all be silly, laugh, dance, remember good times, kick back and have a couple of days of FUN. This will NOT be a show and tell session.
Okay, I'll keep you posted.
Nuff love Sweetie.
Have a beautiful day and weekend.
May we all be tuned in to the spaces that 2010 present for pure love -- love that's not obiligatory and not expectant -- just the simple flow of energy that comes from within
one's core. And may we remember to see the joy in a simple "I love you" even as
much as we see it in a sunset or sunrise, a flower, our reflection, a song, yes,
a song. Simply, we ARE the very thing that we are told to want.
Your Big Sis,
Jackie
-----------------
Two things, the EL reunion being silly and returning to days when we met sound glorious.
would be great to bring in our old dj's...Heran and a friend I have here, maybe....that is a stretch.
Second, I am so for this is not show and tell, cause one, I never hitched the bandwagon, never got on the professional train, and really all but ditched everything I attained, and climbing down in to the commons...
doing beekeeping, artists, growing food...just be-ing.. God and Good.
So that fits me fine.
can we go further and pop anybody who asks us about what last we published, or where we are working now?
lol
smile
--------------------
"Sweetie, if ever there was a soul I knew who oozes romance and love it is Lady Melise. I honestly believe that God allows us to put ourselves through silences and spates of idleness all in preparation for appreciation for each piece of beautiful that we claim.
Melise, I acknowledge that this 2010 will be the year that your love gives birth to a beauty that you've only imagined. I will not try to anticipate what it will look like or rather how it will be packaged.
I just know that for all of the love you hold in you it just has to overflow into a well that is waiting and being prepared for its birth outside of yourself.
Thanks for never giving up on God and Good and romance.
I like the idea of old DJs which I'm sure we can arrange, and if your buddy from TT can make it that would be grand. Oh yeah, I will be issuing permission slips for the serious popping of anyone who asks about or volunteers information regarding publications, promotions, awards, and such. If the news people are bringing have nothing to do with laughter, down right foolishness, music, even Obama topics, then
that is NOT news that we want shared at this reunion. I'll be sharing the actual wording for invites when time permits.
Okay dahlin, let us keep our wings positioned in flight -- as I've always said, "There is none so beautiful as a woman in flight, clip her wings and she will wither to ugliness."
Nuff love Babe, enjoy the rest of your weekend.
Big Sis,
Jackie
"talk about love flowing...right here
nice messages!
Gosh!
thanks for telling and reminding me about myself
i don;t know I have ever told myself I am such a romantic, at least not in recent years
but it is true. Gees, overly sickeningly so.
I wish i could hold you to your prophecy, it is way long overdue
and sometimes it down right aches/ no one understands,
but that is the life
cheers
Part One
"Hey Huggins, please tell me you're not still crying over my last email with thoughts. I know you lady; you're such a romantic, but that's good; it keeps us close to God."
"sharing something with a special soul"
"Hello Lady,
I've attached something that I know only you would appreciate. Read, smile, DO NOT analyze, then delete. Consider it a piece of beautiful from one romantic to another. I remain committed to enjoying each of God's many blessings. It seems the older I get the more powerful they hit me."
Thankful and Thoughtful
I am so thankful and thoughtful about a most beautiful Christmas holiday I experienced in 2009 and about the bliss that continued into 2010. What is particularly interesting is that I had to continually give myself permission to cherish, embrace, and bask in my feelings of love, joy, and at times ecstasy. Quietly, we each wish or want for experiences that bring out our pure joy, our pure bliss. Yet, when the circumstances arise to ignite its flow, we hesitate, question, and even attempt escape. Something as simple and as beautiful as the flood of such emotions cannot be truly wished away, but too much pondering and hesitation can taint it. On December 5th 2009, I renewed correspondence with a distant soul, whom I always believed to be a friend. From that date to now I have not stopped smiling, feeling beautiful, gleefully basking in every small detail of my surroundings and internal quivers. Naturally and gently these feelings have unfolded and I welcomed their manifestation without hesitation in just about every medium that bridges the distance between two vulnerable hearts across several borders. Not wanting to define my feelings – this happiness that bubbled up within me and poured out through smiles, sweet whispers, and songs, oh, so many songs – for fear of limiting what it really was, I focused not so much on what it was but on what IT was doing to me. These were beautiful feelings that had been awakened in me. Any fear about these feelings had quietly disappeared, and I felt alive as a soul and as a woman. I am thankful that I did not hesitate too much. I am thankful for what these feelings mean and will reveal. I am thankful that on December 5th I renewed this friendship. It brought me face to face with a love I have always had inside of me – a love that needed release – a love that needed to breathe. I am thankful for this bliss and for the beauty that it will lead me to. Blessings are not always packaged in the season of celebration, but aware of your joy you will see past the wrapping to the beauty that could only be God letting you know that you are LOVE – even as a single woman of almost 51.... "
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Jewel Wood Black Male Privileges ~ Sisters 2
by Maven Huggins on Wednesday, October 21, 2009 at 9:26pm
Leadership & Politics
1. I don't have to choose my race over my sex in political matters.
2. When I read African American History textbooks, I will learn mainly about black men.
3. When I learn about the Civil Rights Movement & the Black Power Movements, most of the leaders that I will learn about will be black men.
4. I can rely on the fact that in the near 100-year history of national civil rights organizations such as the NAACP and the Urban League, virtually all of the executive directors have been male.
5. I will be taken more seriously as a political leader than black women.
6. Despite the substantial role that black women played in the Civil Rights Movement and Black Power Movement, currently there is no black female that is considered a "race leader".
7. I can live my life without ever having read black feminist authors, or knowing about black women's history, or black women's issues.
8. I can be a part of a black liberation organization like the Black Panther Party where an "out" rapist Eldridge Cleaver can assume leadership position.
9. I will make more money than black women at equal levels of education and occupation.
10. Most of the national "opinion framers" in Black America including talk show hosts and politicians are men.
Beauty
11. I have the ability to define black women's beauty by European standards in terms of skin tone, hair, and body size. In comparison, black women rarely define me by European standards of beauty in terms of skin tone, hair, or body size.
12. I do not have to worry about the daily hassles of having my hair conforming to any standard image of beauty the way black women do.
13. I do not have to worry about the daily hassles of being terrorized by the fear of gaining weight. In fact, in many instances bigger is better for my sex.
14. My looks will not be the central standard by which my worth is valued by members of the opposite sex.
Sex & Sexuality
15. I can purchase pornography that typically shows men defile women by the common practice of the "money shot.”
16. I can believe that causing pain during sex is connected with a woman's pleasure without ever asking her.
17. I have the privilege of not wanting to be a virgin, but preferring that my wife or significant other be a virgin.
18. When it comes to sex if I say "No", chances are that it will not be mistaken for “Yes".
19. If I am raped, no one will assume that "I should have known better" or suggest that my being raped had something to do with how I was dressed.
20. I can use sexist language like bonin’, laying the pipe, hittin-it, and banging that convey images of sexual acts based on dominance and performance.
21. I can live in a world where polygamy is still an option for men in the United States as well as around the world.
22. In general, I prefer being involved with younger women socially and sexually
23. In general, the more sexual partners that I have the more stature I receive among my peers.
24. I have easy access to pornography that involves virtually any category of sex where men degrade women, often young women.
25. I have the privilege of being a part of a sex where "purity balls" apply to girls but not to boys.
26. When I consume pornography, I can gain pleasure from images and sounds of men causing women pain.
Popular Culture
27. I come from a tradition of humor that is based largely on insulting and disrespecting women; especially mothers.
28. I have the privilege of not having black women, dress up and play funny characters- often overweight- that are supposed to look like me for the entire nation to laugh.
29. When I go to the movies, I know that most of the leads in black films are men. I also know that all of the action heroes in black film are men.
30. I can easily imagine that most of the artists in Hip Hop are members of my sex.
31. I can easily imagine that most of the women that appear in Hip Hop videos are there solely to please men
32. Most of lyrics I listen to in hip-hop perpetuate the ideas of males dominating women, sexually and socially.
33. I have the privilege of consuming and popularizing the word pimp, which is based on the exploitation of women with virtually no opposition from other men.
34. I can hear and use language bitches and hoes that demean women, with virtually no opposition from men.
35. I can wear a shirt that others and I commonly refer to as a "wife beater" and never have the language challenged.
36. Many of my favorite movies include images of strength that do not include members of the opposite sex and often are based on violence.
37. Many of my favorite genres of films, such as martial arts, are based on violence.
38. I have the privilege of popularizing or consuming the idea of a thug, which is based on the violence and victimization of others with virtually no opposition from other men.
Attitudes/Ideology
39. I have the privilege to define black women as having "an attitude" without referencing the range of attitudes that black women have.
40. I have the privilege of defining black women's attitudes without defining my attitudes as a black man.
41. I can believe that the success of the black family is dependent on returning men to their historical place within the family, rather than in promoting policies that strengthen black women's independence, or that provide social benefits to black children.
42. I have the privilege of believing that a woman cannot raise a son to be a man.
43. I have the privilege of believing that a woman must submit to her man.
44. I have the privilege of believing that before slavery gender relationships between black men and women were perfect.
45. I have the privilege of believing that feminism is anti-black.
46. I have the privilege of believing that the failure of the black family is due to the black matriarchy.
47. I have the privilege of believing that household responsibilities are women's roles.
48. I have the privilege of believing that black women are different sexually than other women and judging them negatively based on this belief.
Sports
49. I will make significantly more money as a professional athlete than members of the opposite sex will.
50. In school, girls are cheerleaders for male athletes, but there is no such role for males to cheerlead for women athletes.
51. My financial success or popularity as a professional athlete will not be associated with my looks.
52. I can talk about sports or spend large portions of the day playing video games while women are most likely involved with household or childcare duties.
53. I can spend endless hours watching sports TV and have it considered natural.
54. I can touch, hug, or be emotionally expressive with other men while watching sports without observers perceiving this behavior as sexual.
55. I know that most sports analysts are male.
56. If I am a coach, I can motivate, punish, or embarrass a player by saying that the player plays like a girl.
57. Most sports talk show hosts that are members of my race are men.
58. I can rest assured that most of the coaches -even in predominately-female sports within my race are male.
59. I am able to play sports outside without my shirt on and it not be considered a problem.
60. I am essentially able to do anything inside or outside without my shirt on, whereas women are always required to cover up.
Diaspora/Global
61. I have the privilege of being a part of a sex where the mutilation and disfigurement of a girl’s genitalia is used to deny her sexual sensations or to protect her virginity for males.
62. I have the privilege of not having rape be used as a primary tactic or tool to terrorize my sex during war and times of conflict.
63. I have the privilege of not being able to name one female leader in Africa or Asia, past or present, that I pay homage to the way I do male leaders in Africa and/or Asia.
64. I have the ability to travel around the world and have access to women in developing countries both sexually and socially.
65. I have the privilege of being a part of the sex that starts wars and that wields control of almost all the existing weapons of war and mass destruction.
College
66. In college, I will have the opportunity to date outside of the race at a much higher rate than black women will.
67. I have the privilege of having the phrase "sewing my wild oats" apply to my sex as if it were natural.
68. I know that the further I go in education the more success I will have with women.
69. In college, black male professors will be involved in interracial marriages at much higher rates than members of the opposite sex will.
70. By the time I enter college, and even through college, I have the privilege of not having to worry whether I will be able to marry a black woman.
71. In college, I will experience a level of status and prestige that is not offered to black women even though black women may outnumber me and out perform me academically.
72. If I go to an HBCU, I will have incredible opportunities to exploit black women
Communication/Language
73. What is defined as "News" in Black America is defined by men.
74. I can choose to be emotionally withdrawn and not communicate in a relationships and it be considered unfortunate but normal.
75. I can dismissively refer to another persons grievances as ^*ing.
76. I have the privilege of not knowing what words and concepts like patriarchy, phallocentric, complicity, colluding, and obfuscation mean.
Relationships
77. I have the privilege of marrying outside of the race at a much higher rate than black women marry.
78. My "strength" as a man is never connected with the failure of the black family, whereas the strength of black women is routinely associated with the failure of the black family.
79. If I am considering a divorce, I know that I have substantially more marriage, and cohabitation options than my spouse.
80. Chances are I will be defined as a "good man" by things I do not do as much as what I do. If I don't beat, cheat, or lie, then I am a considered a "good man". In comparison, women are rarely defined as "good women" based on what they do not do.
81. I have the privilege of not having to assume most of the household or child-care responsibilities.
82. I have the privilege of having not been raised with domestic responsibilities of cooking, cleaning, and washing that takes up disproportionately more time as adults.
Church & Religious Traditions
83. In the Black Church, the majority of the pastoral leadership is male.
84. In the Black Church Tradition, most of the theology has a male point of view. For example, most will assume that the man is the head of household.
Physical Safety
85. I do not have to worry about being considered a traitor to my race if I call the police on a member of the opposite sex.
86. I have the privilege of knowing men who are physically or sexually abusive to women and yet I still call them friends.
87. I can video tape women in public- often without their consent - with male complicity.
88. I can be courteous to a person of the opposite sex that I do not know and say "Hello" or "Hi" and not fear that it will be taken as a come-on or fear being stalked because of it.
89. I can use physical violence or the threat of physical violence to get what I want when other tactics fail in a relationship.
90. If I get into a physical altercation with a person of the opposite sex, I will most likely be able to impose my will physically on that person
91. I can go to parades or other public events and not worry about being physically and sexually molested by persons of the opposite sex.
92. I can touch and physically grope women's bodies in public- often without their consent- with male complicity.
93. In general, I have the freedom to travel in the night without fear.
94. I am able to be out in public without fear of being sexually harassed by individuals or groups of the opposite sex.
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"How will the mind become quiescent?"
by Maven Huggins on Thursday, October 15, 2009 at 10:06am
"How will the mind become quiescent?"
Sri Ramana Maharshi replies:
"By the inquiry 'Who am I?'.
The thought 'Who am I?' will destroy all other thoughts,
and like the stick used for stirring the burning pyre,
it will itself in the end get destroyed.
Then, there will arise Self-Realization."
The questioner asks: "What is the means for constantly holding on to the thought 'Who am I?'"
Sri Ramana Maharshi replies:
"When other thoughts arise, one should not pursue them,
but should inquire: 'To whom do they arise?'
It does not matter how many thoughts arise.
As each thought arises, one should inquire with diligence,
'To whom has this thought arisen?'.
The answer that would emerge would be 'To me".
Thereupon if one inquires 'Who am I?',
the mind will go back to its source;
and the thought that arose will become quiescent.
With repeated practice in this manner,
the mind will develop skill to stay in its source."
The questioner asks:
"Are there no other means for making the mind quiescent?"
Sri Ramana Maharshi replies:
"Other than inquiry, there are no adequate means.
If through other means it is sought
to control the mind, the mind will appear
to be controlled, but will again go forth."
The questioner asks:
"How long should inquiry be practised?"
Sri Ramana Maharshi replies:
"As long as there are impressions of objects in the mind,
so long the inquiry 'Who am I?' is required.
As thoughts arise they should be destroyed
then and there in the very place of their origin,
through inquiry.
As long as there are enemies within the fortress,
they will continue to sally forth;
if they are destroyed as they emerge,
the fortress will fall into our hands."
The questioner asks:
"Is it not possible for God and the Guru
to effect the release of a soul?"
Sri Ramana Maharshi replies:
"God and Guru will only show the way to release;
they will not by themselves take the soul to the state of release.
Each one should by his own effort pursue the path shown by
God or Guru and gain release."
The questioner asks:
"Is it any use reading books for those who long for release?"
Sri Ramana Maharshi answers:
"In order to quiet the mind one has only to
inquire within oneself what one's Self is;
how could this search be done in books?
The Self is within the five sheaths; but books are outside them.
Since the Self has to be inquired into by discarding the five sheaths,
it is futile to search for it in books."
The questioner asks:
"What is release?"
Sri Ramana Maharshi answers:
"Inquiring into the nature of one's self that is in bondage,
and realizing one's true nature is release."
The questioner asks:
"If 'I' also be an illusion, who then casts off the illusion?"
Sri Ramana Maharshi replies:
"The 'I' casts off the illusion of 'I' and yet remains as 'I'.
Such is the paradox f Self-Realization.
The realized do not see any contradiction in it.
You give up this and that of 'my' possessions.
If you give up 'I' and 'Mine' instead,
all are given up at a stroke.
The very seed of possession is lost.
Thus the evil is nipped in the bud or crushed in the germ itself.
Dispassion (vairagya) must be very strong to do this.
Eagerness to do it must be equal to that of
a man kept under water trying to rise to the surface for his life."
The questioner asked:
"Cannot this trouble and difficulty be lessened with the aid of a Master or God chosen for worship? (Ishta Devata)
Cannot they give the power to see our Self as it is to change us into themselves and take us to Self-Realization?"
Sri Ramana Maharshi replies:
"Ishta Devata and Guru are aids very powerful aids on this path.
But an aid to be effective requires your effort also.
Your effort is sine qua non (an indispensable or essential condition, element, or factor).
It is you who should see the sun. Can spectacles and the sun see for you?
You yourself have to see your true nature.
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So, here was my day in Trinidad:
I
I have a cool crush on my very cool laid back but professional and genuinely charming (he really likes folk or me) doctor. I phoned his office for an appointment this morning and got a slot three hours later. He is such a ray of sunshine to go see. Last time was in 2007 and I did not even see him, he took my call as he was on a tarmac about to fly out, recommending me to another colleague.
II
I had to get x-rays today from another office-- the radiologist stopped her lunch to attend to me. (!) after I was told it would be a few minutes that she just went to lunch. Did someone say professionalism with a cap P, and consumer regard/client service and respect?
III
Then I stopped to get my all too expensive facial sunscreen moisturizer to handle the foreigner's facial and lip averse response to ozone depletion and heat radiation index of 11 -- and decided for a buffet lunch since I had not eaten any breakfast. Running late, asked for it to be packaged. Was told that was not possible. I acquiesced and offered to pay and leave despite my being seated with food ten minutes. Instead, the bill for my buffet salad was removed, and I was just asked to pay for my water. Lunch, my half meal was on the house/hotel. And it was delicious by the way; hearts of romaine lettuce with smoked salmon and olive oil sundried tomato, with a sprinkle of Caesar dressing. And a cold pasta salad, with mushrooms, pesto, fresh tomatoes, basil, pepper jack and parmesan cheese and a turkey cut. And Ciabata bread with butter. Come to think of it, I should have captured a shot of the huge plates, colorful food against the white tablecloths and light peach colored cloth napkins, in the glare of the light from the port streaming through the window
IV
By midday, I was having a good day, batting one thousand.
V
Not wanting my new paintings to sit and curl in heat or moisture at home, I took them in to be framed, already with two new pieces done and waiting for me to take home. I had preferred not to take them as I really don’t have room for them in my current home and expect to move, so did not want to risk them in a move; as one has already broken under such circumstances. Been framing at this location since 2003, never asking for any stays, or waits, to lodge/keep or not pay when I showed up. Today, I did.
I need to hold onto every penny for any eventuality that may come my way in an unknown short term. At first they said no, they had no space, and they have problems with other people who do not pay. And I just said, I don’t want to get mad with you and don’t want you to get mad at me, but please do not lay other people’s trip at my door. You have never had a problem with me and for a measly $1100 bill. (When I return in a few weeks that bill will be $7,000). But they asked their bosses, and they accepted, so that was $1200 that I could hold onto, erroneously, at least for a few more weeks to earn a few more pennies on interest.
VI
The art of managing limited resources.
VII
Another blessing of a bligh.
VIII
I return home with medicines for this eighteen day neck pain that Doc says may be a cervical spongiosis, which is some form of intercellular edema. I have to take the dreaded steroid, pain medicine, and anti inflammatory. Resolving to drink coconut water daily to combat whatever effects to my liver and kidneys with these prolonged medicinals; but at least now, I will get better and pray for a return to wholeness soon. You know steroids are the all encompassing treatment, knocking every possible ailment out. Not to be treated lightly by any means. So vigilance. Nevertheless, I have fought the valiant fight, managing pain for eighteen days, but there is so much patience and love, and travel one can have. Perhaps the blessings of this day will carry onto my wellness to move me quickly past this experience having invested so many days prior.
IX
Before all of this unfolding, I was going through my day, smiling, which is not my norm. I am a straight faced poker don't mess with me face.
X
I did not let crazy drivers move me from center.
XI
I experienced a blessed, generous, universe giving day in Trinidad and had to scream and share about it.
XII
Gratitude
XIII
Ase’ Ase’ Ase’ blessings for more on another.
* you may notice that i extended each blessing to make them more. XIV (:LO)
Showers to you too
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XV
I just read my magical friend Elspeth's gift and generosity to give away her labyrinth
http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=138314769455
and wrote of a possible art exchange. Even without any action on the thought, I count this as blessing...to share my art work with someone else good. To have the hand work of a good person of love and light, in a possible new home...those are amazing blessings. Calling things, good things into being. InchAllah
XVI
And the blessings keep coming, rolling to my view and awareness
My brother Bence posted a wonderful video on my page today; a gift to discover in my evening
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HHZwUbCsgyo
"only good comes to me" "only good comes from me"
"we are the ones we have been waiting for" one of my beliefs and sayings that I wrote to one, just this morning. Blessing in trinidad tropics for Tuesday September 22, 2009
XVII
Edit Number 3, Same day
My neighbor called me over for three prized zabocas, the huge long, tear drop shaped pear.
XVIII
My Doctor texted me back saying "Trust Me" when I queried the prednisone -- very low dosage, with full tapering. I always choose well my doctors. Yaay. Gratitude 9:11pm 09.22.09
EAGLE
"It was the Haudenosaunee who first introduced the idea of Eagle being the Principle Messenger of the Creator. Since then, it is now a universally accepted principle. Eagle flies the closest to Great Mystery and, therefore, can see the past, present and future at a glance. She sees the flow of change. She alerts us to the changes so that we can respond appropriately. Eagle is the great illuminator and soars above us all, sometimes out of sight to us, but never out of its own sight. Eagle sees and hears all and sits in the east on the Medicine Wheel with the Elders and the direction of wisdom and guidance. "
"In other words, Eagle is connected both to the spirit of the Great Mystery and to the Earth and does both with ease. Eagle, therefore, is a powerful symbol of courage; that is why its feathers are such powerful tools for healing, and why there are special ceremonies for Eagle feathers. Eagle teaches us that it is okay to combine wisdom and courage -- it is okay to be wise enough to know that a change needs to be made in one's life and then finding the courage to execute the change. It is okay to gather our courage, for the universe presents us with opportunities to soar above the mundane levels of life; the test is the power to recognize opportunities. Do not, in other words, be afraid of the unknown. "
"Embracing wisdom and courage means to fly above life's difficulties and smell tobacco from the sacred pipes!"
Source: http://www.shannonthunderbird.com/symbols_and_meanings.htm
'The eagle, believed to be the only animal that could gaze straight into the light of the sun, is St. John, who in his Gospel soars into the mystery of the Incarnation of God so naturally and contemplates it so profoundly that he seems like an eagle flying toward the sun (Phoenix?). "
"Finally, as the eagle rises to the unknown heights, Christ rose to Heaven in the Ascension (Merkaba?)."
Source: http://www.traditioninaction.org/religious/f005rp.htm
"The eagle is a universal symbol representing the sun, power, authority, victory, the sky gods and the royal head of a nation. "
http://www.crossroad.to/Books/symbols1.html
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Psalm Praying Proverbial Blue Black Magical Wombman,
Goddess/Temptress of Love and Other Devotions
A Dawn to Dusk Play in Acts Infinite
Ending Scene Seven, Act: Eight, pg 965, A Not so New Revelation
IDNA: “But I mostly wanted to write that I am becoming a praying woman: Every morning, day and night, I read the appropriate psalm and say the needed prayer of the day and hour. Last night after saying Sunday night’s prayer, my hand held open, the book went to Psalm 46, just the prayer to settle quarrels— I was silenced and touched by the science of it all---exactly what was being put to me in my attempt to talk to someone who requested we talk—the woman down from me. She just does not like me for what I do not know. Even from the first time I met her on a beach outing. And she is not uncommon in her behavior.
EGAN: I think you must be prettier, fancier, powerful and emitting more light than you ever can imagine. “Believe in Yourself”. Maybe, you are a Goddess Temptress of Love and Other Devotions. And that is why the women, they hate you; and they collect their men from your presence, even on virtual fb. Maybe it is why the male healers are afraid to touch, enter or involve your light, energy and aura. Then to be more: Smart, Enlightened and Free! It is a wonder you haven’t been burned and excoriated at the stake. But that is also part of their dastard enmity. You are untouchable; Exploring the Full Ownership of Self; Individualism, Responsibility and other Acts of “You are Selfish” This is to say that being an individualist is very difficult, and those who choose the path may suffer tremendous criticism at the hands of others. God bless the search for information, the seeking and the finding; the Hallelujah and even more freedom as its reward, and the epiphany of truth.
The problem is not vested in finding the ultimate philosophical answer to how everything works. It is, however, the question of “how should I live to optimize my experience of life“?, a question that is not only relevant but entirely subject to our beliefs about ourselves.
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Selflessness, in this respect, is the relocation of the responsibility of the outcome of your fate upon another person, a product of a person’s giving up his or her “self”. This happens when we allow another person or group to form our opinions for us mindlessly, when we relinquish our fate to the will of others, and when we settle for what society believes is right above our own best judgment. It is easy to be selfless, and through a person’s attempt to simplify his life by blinding himself to personal reality, that person is still selfish in a way that can hurt him.
This concept is illustrated in The Fountainhead, in which people are faced with the society’s glorification of mediocrity and the extent of effect of the spoken word on people’s beliefs. People within the society do not necessarily value talent, but rather the acknowledgment that comes from shameless conformation to the whims of the chosen arbiters of opinion. The society is geared toward “selflessness”, not only in refusing the pleasure of true art and form, but in refusing a personal opinion and a self-motivated goal.
It is, therefore, hardly a wonder that every attempt at socialism is an attempt to oust the individual out of existence. It is an unnatural way to keep people under control, and for that reason, Soviet authors (who only know this notion too well) employ commentaries within their works to serve as extreme facets of the ultimate vision. Andrei Platonov, in The Foundation Pit, for instance, writes how even groups of horses collectivized their hay. In Envy, Yuri Olesha characterizes the new, advanced man, as one who lives for the society, and not for himself, a machine devoid of unnecessary emotions. These are the ultimate forms of selflessness, not only because they are acts that further a society, but because they deny people of self.
Selfishness does not necessarily mean denying help, love, or greatness to others because of an extreme love for oneself and unwillingness to share glory, though this too can be selfishness. What I speak of is individuality and responsibility to oneself above all, even if this responsibility to oneself translates into the responsibility to others. This definition works particularly because a selfish person can acknowledge that even acts of love are selfish because they start from a desire to love.
You know how people long to be eternal. But they die with every day that passes. When you meet them, they’re not what you met last. In any given hour, they kill some part of themselves. They change, they deny, they contradict–and they call it growth. At the end there’s nothing left, nothing unrevered or unbetrayed; as if there had never been any entity, only a succession of adjectives fading in and out on an unformed mass. How do they expect a permanence which they have never held for a single moment?
This was Peter Keating, a mediocrity who thrived as a leech on the perceptions of others, talking about Howard Roark, a talented individualist who’s work had the intrinsic value of the art of a master. In the above quote, Peter recognizes that the liberty with which Roark works assures his immortality. Unlike Keating, whose talent was a manifestation of the whims of others, Roark lived for himself and his work was timeless. He allowed no one to tell him what to do or how to do it, and he lived with his principles, neither attacking nor desiring to be a part of society.
This is to say that being an individualist is very difficult, and those who choose the path may suffer tremendous criticism at the hands of others. People may not understand their reasoning and their zeal, just as people did not understand why Roark refused to take certain commissions as an architect. At the same time, individualists are free because they take responsibility for their own lives and they stop at nothing to do what is right by their own standards. This is selfish, but it is also liberating.
Where do (I) fit in? The novel, sadly, is far from the only place in which we see people relinquishing rights they have over themselves to others who do not seek and will not nurture the responsibility precisely because they too are merely worrying about looking good and not looking bad. Millions of people, at best, victimize themselves in their situations, and at worst, forge completely unfulfilling goals and live unfulfilling lives because of their own fear of themselves. It is in these cases that we may need to stop and ask ourselves where we are being selfless and why we are doing so. Why should we allow ourselves to live the cookie cutter versions of what we may perceive acceptable instead of the great lives that we can potentially be living?
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Those who have ever valued liberty for its own sake believed that to be free to choose, and not to be chosen for, is an unalienable ingredient in what makes human beings human. ~Isaiah Berlin
http://www.alexshalman.com/2009/01/08/selfishness-the-cure-to-your-philosophical-hangover/
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"If there is a state where the soul can find a resting-place secure enough to establish itself and concentrate its entire being there, with no need to remember the past or reach into the future, where time is nothing to it, where the present runs on indefinitely but this duration goes unnoticed, with no sign of the passing of time, and no other feeling of deprivation or enjoyment, pleasure or pain, desire or fear than the simple feeling of existence, a feeling that fills our soul entirely, as long as this state lasts, we can call ourselves happy, not with a poor, incomplete and relative happiness such as we find in the pleasures of life, but with a sufficient, complete and perfect happiness which leaves no emptiness to be filled in the soul. (emphases mine)"
Jean-Jacques Rousseau
" Rousseau would lie down in the boat and plunge into a deep reverie. How does one describe the experience of reverie: one is awake, but half asleep, thinking, but not in an instrumental, calculative or ordered way, simply letting the thoughts happen, as they will."
http://happydays.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/05/25/happy-like-god/
this is me what is happening to me when I awake with thoughts, answers, directions.etc.
"Rousseau asks, “What is the source of our happiness in such a state?” He answers that it is nothing external to us and nothing apart from our own existence. However frenetic our environment, such a feeling of existence can be achieved. He then goes on, amazingly, to conclude, “as long as this state lasts we are self-sufficient like God.”
God-like, then. To which one might reply: Who? Me? Us? Like God? Dare we? But think about it: If anyone is happy, then one imagines that God is pretty happy, and to be happy is to be like God. But consider what this means, for it might not be as ludicrous, hybristic or heretical as one might imagine. To be like God is to be without time, or rather in time with no concern for time, free of the passions and troubles of the soul, experiencing something like calm in the face of things and of oneself."
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I
Flm/Screen Script
Woman, upon spying her husband as he approached her where she retreated to her sister after his affair with another woman (a black woman), woman and husband are Latino; she says to herself:
“Thank you God. You are so good to me.”
Woman, turns around and faces husband as he approaches, she says to husband:
“What are you doing here?”
Husband, the iInfidel replies, with as uncomplicated, unhindered truth, no guilt:
“I knew you would be too proud to return on your own, so I came to fetch you.”
From the film, Love in the Time of Cholera
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II.
Act Like a Lady...
"...the three ways a man shows you he loves you is by professing, providing, and protecting."
III.
Read me. Write me. Third Eye See me. Want me. Ask me to marry you -me
Love is loving the people who see you
Love is accepting those who make offers to you
Love is taking the love as it comes
Love is receiving what you asked for, and the unexpected of it too
That is love; or of it, the first real prospect
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Sri Ramana Maharshi replies:
"By the inquiry 'Who am I?'.
The thought 'Who am I?' will destroy all other thoughts,
and like the stick used for stirring the burning pyre,
it will itself in the end get destroyed.
Then, there will arise Self-Realization."
The questioner asks: "What is the means for constantly holding on to the thought 'Who am I?'"
Sri Ramana Maharshi replies:
"When other thoughts arise, one should not pursue them,
but should inquire: 'To whom do they arise?'
It does not matter how many thoughts arise.
As each thought arises, one should inquire with diligence,
'To whom has this thought arisen?'.
The answer that would emerge would be 'To me".
Thereupon if one inquires 'Who am I?',
the mind will go back to its source;
and the thought that arose will become quiescent.
With repeated practice in this manner,
the mind will develop skill to stay in its source."
The questioner asks:
"Are there no other means for making the mind quiescent?"
Sri Ramana Maharshi replies:
"Other than inquiry, there are no adequate means.
If through other means it is sought
to control the mind, the mind will appear
to be controlled, but will again go forth."
The questioner asks:
"How long should inquiry be practised?"
Sri Ramana Maharshi replies:
"As long as there are impressions of objects in the mind,
so long the inquiry 'Who am I?' is required.
As thoughts arise they should be destroyed
then and there in the very place of their origin,
through inquiry.
As long as there are enemies within the fortress,
they will continue to sally forth;
if they are destroyed as they emerge,
the fortress will fall into our hands."
The questioner asks:
"Is it not possible for God and the Guru
to effect the release of a soul?"
Sri Ramana Maharshi replies:
"God and Guru will only show the way to release;
they will not by themselves take the soul to the state of release.
Each one should by his own effort pursue the path shown by
God or Guru and gain release."
The questioner asks:
"Is it any use reading books for those who long for release?"
Sri Ramana Maharshi answers:
"In order to quiet the mind one has only to
inquire within oneself what one's Self is;
how could this search be done in books?
The Self is within the five sheaths; but books are outside them.
Since the Self has to be inquired into by discarding the five sheaths,
it is futile to search for it in books."
The questioner asks:
"What is release?"
Sri Ramana Maharshi answers:
"Inquiring into the nature of one's self that is in bondage,
and realizing one's true nature is release."
The questioner asks:
"If 'I' also be an illusion, who then casts off the illusion?"
Sri Ramana Maharshi replies:
"The 'I' casts off the illusion of 'I' and yet remains as 'I'.
Such is the paradox f Self-Realization.
The realized do not see any contradiction in it.
You give up this and that of 'my' possessions.
If you give up 'I' and 'Mine' instead,
all are given up at a stroke.
The very seed of possession is lost.
Thus the evil is nipped in the bud or crushed in the germ itself.
Dispassion (vairagya) must be very strong to do this.
Eagerness to do it must be equal to that of
a man kept under water trying to rise to the surface for his life."
The questioner asked:
"Cannot this trouble and difficulty be lessened with the aid of a Master or God chosen for worship? (Ishta Devata)
Cannot they give the power to see our Self as it is to change us into themselves and take us to Self-Realization?"
Sri Ramana Maharshi replies:
"Ishta Devata and Guru are aids very powerful aids on this path.
But an aid to be effective requires your effort also.
Your effort is sine qua non (an indispensable or essential condition, element, or factor).
It is you who should see the sun. Can spectacles and the sun see for you?
You yourself have to see your true nature.
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Is it Me? Or is this One Wonderful Letter From a Heart Being
by Maven Huggins on Wednesday, October 14, 2009 at 9:00pm
"Hi darling,
The video was giving trouble yesterday when you sent your query. This fascial massage is actually a very old technique dapted from ancient reflexology techniques.
You may laugh when I say this ..you start this massage always with the meridians in the feet. This is because you absorb energy from the ground and your feet take a pounding as well...what you do is hen you get home take a bottle..beer or otherwise and roll your feet on it like you would a piece of dough under the roller 9is that the name..forgot).
Start seated and roll it under your foot..you start with light pressure do it for about a minute.START ON THE LEFT FOOT FIRST...
then add more pressure by this time your feet would either have a slight ache and a kind of tickle mixed with a numbness like your funny bone.
The key is to roll the foot on the bottle until you feel a type of ecstatic pleasure....this is the release of tension and the movement of energy under the dan tien. This may actually be painful as well because of the imbalance of nergies and the lack of soothing..no bother it works itself out.
While feeling "sweet" you can stand up and put the most pressure on the foot and do it till you're satisfied..it may actually be lengthy according to your tolerance.
Repeat it on the other foot..and even alternate it..that inert feeling that you get can guide you quite nicely.
Continue this for a couple weeks and then I'd tell you how to proceed upwards..the foam roller is good but does not compare to other implements available in the home..it sounds silly but it's true.
Hope this helps you and you feel the relief and beauty of this experience. Trust me it works..I have flat feet and at 200+ lbs it is a technique I rely on..especially after training. the rebalance is queerly beautiful.
Be good to yourself as I'm sure you tend to be and be guided in grace and goodness.
Your friend,..."
There is magic in this letter; the words, the hand. Sending the magic back
The video was giving trouble yesterday when you sent your query. This fascial massage is actually a very old technique dapted from ancient reflexology techniques.
You may laugh when I say this ..you start this massage always with the meridians in the feet. This is because you absorb energy from the ground and your feet take a pounding as well...what you do is hen you get home take a bottle..beer or otherwise and roll your feet on it like you would a piece of dough under the roller 9is that the name..forgot).
Start seated and roll it under your foot..you start with light pressure do it for about a minute.START ON THE LEFT FOOT FIRST...
then add more pressure by this time your feet would either have a slight ache and a kind of tickle mixed with a numbness like your funny bone.
The key is to roll the foot on the bottle until you feel a type of ecstatic pleasure....this is the release of tension and the movement of energy under the dan tien. This may actually be painful as well because of the imbalance of nergies and the lack of soothing..no bother it works itself out.
While feeling "sweet" you can stand up and put the most pressure on the foot and do it till you're satisfied..it may actually be lengthy according to your tolerance.
Repeat it on the other foot..and even alternate it..that inert feeling that you get can guide you quite nicely.
Continue this for a couple weeks and then I'd tell you how to proceed upwards..the foam roller is good but does not compare to other implements available in the home..it sounds silly but it's true.
Hope this helps you and you feel the relief and beauty of this experience. Trust me it works..I have flat feet and at 200+ lbs it is a technique I rely on..especially after training. the rebalance is queerly beautiful.
Be good to yourself as I'm sure you tend to be and be guided in grace and goodness.
Your friend,..."
There is magic in this letter; the words, the hand. Sending the magic back
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On the Heels of "A Good Day in TnT", a Next Day
by Maven Huggins on Wednesday, September 23, 2009 at 11:39am
My first posting this morning was:
" Recognition: if you are at the zoo, you expect to see animals, don't you? and if the animals are out of their cages, you realize there is a chance you may encounter and have to interact with said creatures, no? And if you are wise, you will note... where you are, what creatures inhabit the environment and thus, be prepared for the behaviors of said creatures, right? Same as for life and every landscape. One will know that different locations have their creatures of varying behaviors and characteristics and therefore, one would not expect a tiger to be a giraffe, in a hippo pond, right? So why would you be upset when you encounter pigs snorting for garbage, wallowing in dark negative energy? To prepare to engage whatever you may encounter, You will just clear energy, fill and vibrate by pure righteous blue white purple energy as a warrior preparing to make a pass...and see the parade of animals, uninvolved, as you try to make it through..an exercise, a day..a journey. No response, No reaction, No insult, No Injury. Just You, Light Passing Through"
Where would that come from, on a bright and early morning from someone waking/pulling themselves up to wake, on valium and after writing the praise, of gratitude and blessings in one day of Tuesday, September 22, A Good Day in Trinidad? Why pull myself up? I did not want much time to pass.
Last night, as I began my medicine protocols, having had my meal at 9pm or thereabouts, I discovered medicine was dispensed incompletely. A card with seven tabs, one was missing. I opened the box and it opened on the missing tab side. I did not even need to pull the whole thing out. I found the number and attempted to register the finding by voicemail. The phone just rang. So naturally, this morning, I wanted to phone as soon as possible.
I was calm. I was on valium. But I was also calm, not agitated as I would normally be in this "fucked up Trinidad" mode, given my "i had a good day in Trinidad mode yesterday. I was also calm because I had a conversation with the pharmacist yesterday. I told him I usually go to SuperPharm for meds, but I thought; let me try to help "the small man". Now this small man is an Indian business man, who I believe may own more than one Pharmacy, and to me, African, Indian, we are all one setta black people; just variation on a theme. Imagine what it may feel like then, if you make a conscious intentional choice, after thinking of who to give your little pittance to, and felt you are supporting and helping and by degree, loving a person, their effort, their business, their bottom line, their wealth, trying to keep it in the country, and preferring to support one business over another say, hoping expecting that maybe one, is not laundering money is not benefitting from Ministerial cronyism, family lines, and historic patterns of exploitation...just say...and you have this friendly exchange with the pharmacist when meds are dispensed, so you surely feel that social capital will carry over hours later when there is a small problem, no? Imagine too, this person knows you are a professional as he has and was made aware of your professional title.
So when you call the next morning, you would expect the same culture of engagement, right?
Would you expect the person to be so infirm, unapologetic, unkind and steel in their voice and tone, OFF the BAT, but ever so calm and balanced in tone with a..matter of fact ugliness? Would you expect this pharmacist to tell you it is because of the medicine you are taking, valium that had you mistake the situation? Insulting you, in short. Would you expect that he insist that it was checked..when you know it wasn't because...he started to take care of me, then turned it over to an attendant, and she probably expecting everything on the counter had been checked (I recalled). Would you expect him to hang up the phone on you while you are asking what would be needed if someone else were to come in your stead? You wouldn't expect this would you?
I tell you, I was paralyzed between the shock, my powerlessness and the valium. I could not cuss him out, he had my meds. I did not even seem to have the energy or the ability, come to think about it. Something restrained me; maybe my DNA is shifting afterall and all this energy transformational talk Is not just, talk! I just asked why would I lie? How can I make a mistake with something like that? And I was so stunned at the effect of taking valium insult that I could not even think of a response. Just so. After yesterday. He did offer to give me the meds, but after all that, it was cold comfort. It was not necessary his approach and manner, and I told him so. That was abuse; Of the worse kind, outside of familiarity and reason. And in a business I have been patronizing since 2006 since it was around the corner from my office. I am a familiar face. Never had any problem, words or altercation in all that time. And what I thought about is all the times I interacted with that man, even up to our brief exchange yesterday, I would never have imagined he would act that way. Lesson: We can never make people out. You can never think, assume presume, reasonability, civility and peace with anyone. When I tell you this man looks peaceful, enough...for a sane person not to expect this display. Lesson: I have always known when someone says “this person so sweet”, I know, they are sweet to You, in situations where they care to be…doesn’t prevent or negate that they are otherwise to someone else. It is why I often have a criterion in choosing mates in particular…I watch how they treat other people, me last.
Well, I repaired to my energy clearing, my protection as I do every morning, but had made the call before my morning routine. I started to think about the situation but also trying to put it behind me., I actually did the clearing to remove any insult lodged in my energy field to the incident. But then, I had a realization. An epiphany: in animal/creature terms: We are who we are, and a tiger cannot be a giraffe, a pig will never be a horse, and if we walk this earth or the places where we work, live and play, knowing that, we would not be shocked, dismayed and off center when these experiences show up and creatures display their character. Have no expectation either, for good or bad. And be prepared for the worse (prepared meaning be clear, be honourable, be protected, be at peace, stay at peace, and know when to walk away). I had a friend a dear best friend a long time ago, she used to say, “every volley is not yours--just cause someone sends you a tennis volley, does not mean you have to hit it back, pick it up ...you can just let it fall to court. Leave court.”
Well, as I sat, and before all this wisdom flooded over me, I asked myself...what the F--- just happened? And i thought, this man felt he could abuse this way? Abuse me? Sweet bee me? On valium just waking up peaceful me? Wow. And so unabashedly..I mean, this man was on a roll. hanging up the phone and ting when I took too long to come with words...hey. All i thought was, this man felt he could do that to me. And then I thought, what must i look like to him? What must he see to give him, for him to take such license? A petite very young looking dark African girl-child. As neither my girth, height or little girl voice portrays my age, accomplishments, station (train) or travels.
I also quickly realized people calculate and presume your life real quick and assign you place...they have no idea who you are, who you know or what you might do; albeit he should have had a clue, again given title, but still. Still…I was believed to have been a nobody. That man felt he was talking to a nobody. And he was. I am. Just simple me, which is another issue. To see me you would never know or imagine. I have had my share of that comment for awhile now. But nobody me, knows people, sometimes. If they prefer to know me(!)
And I am cool enough with people that even if they are not my friend, I can call them if I have to. I did just that. The head of the Pharmacy association and I had offices in the same building awhile back. I called my old office secretary and got his cell. I phoned him. He was gracious. And this man busy eh. Busy no ass: Lawyer, Head Pharmacist, Legal Rep for a Ministry. etc. etc. and that is what I know far less for family and personals.
I tell him the incident. Interestingly enough and for what I was very grateful for and reassured, he understood the blindside as he echoed it to me. He understood the smear of when you try to be nice and people heap shit on you, or at least try. Beyond that, he offered he would call the pharmacist, and to try to make sure I got the meds. Now I have to tell you the pharmacist offered to give me the missing meds, but it was not without the abuse, so that was not the point. The point was the abuse and the treatment that had no reason and even if there was reason, there is no reason. I am saying. But then again, this is expecting a tiger to be a giraffe. One of the things that amaze me about this culture is how rude, obnoxious, abusive, crass and crude people will get in a minute here in this Trinidad; People in suit and tie, office with title, dispensing medicine and services, big international money and institutional, organizational men... a cuss ass is just a hair trigger away. Just like the circulating video of Jack Warner telling his nemesis reporter that he would spit on him, referencing his mother, etc.). Yes, an international figure on world stage…that is the behavior. That behavior, so common to all here, dog, cat and fowl.
Anyway, i digressed, I got some comfort in the conversation to my colleague. He then offered to call the pharmacist and then my heart sang. Cause then that got to letting this ass of a man know..you don’t know the stranger before you; don’t know who people are ---when you engage you, her, him; me. I got off the phone and that is when I started to get to the meds for the day and told myself, don’t take meds like this, clear yourself, repair your energy, find your center. and pray the medicine.
That is when the clarity and understanding came of the situation and I posted, " Recognition: if you are at the zoo, you expect to see animals, don't you? and if the animals are out of their cages, you realize there is a chance you may encounter and have to interact with said creatures, no? And if you are wise, you will note... where you are, what creatures inhabit the environment and thus, be prepared for the behaviors of said creatures, right? Same as for life and every landscape. One will know that different locations have their creatures of varying behaviors and characteristics and therefore, one would not expect a tiger to be a giraffe, in a hippo pond, right? So why would you be upset when you encounter pigs snorting for garbage, wallowing in dark negative energy? To prepare to engage whatever you may encounter, You will just clear energy, fill and vibrate by pure righteous blue white purple energy as a warrior preparing to make a pass...and see the parade of animals, uninvolved, as you try to make it through..an exercise, a day..a journey. No response, No reaction, No insult, No Injury. Just You, Light Passing Through"
So now I write of the incident not with heat of anger and offense, but with dispassionate thought and clarity with understanding and wisdom. I am glad I am able to explain what may have been left as another cryptic posting as I am told I have a gift. But why was I emboldened to write this?
As I prayed and cleared, I also released any expectation that my colleague would have really phoned the pharmacist or had the time to do so. Cause the other thing about here, is that people mamaguy. They will make you feel reassured but have no intention on carrying through. By an hour or less so, colleague phones. He spoke to the pharmacist.
He told me he put the situation to him as "I was given this information, I want to know if you will agree it is accurate" (don’t you love straightforward courageous people?, I do!). Colleague tells me, Pharmacist agreed, that my outline of the event is a fair description. Then goes onto explain he was busy, short, distracted.. Colleague says, "People don't know who you know eh", And i just felt a flood of vindication wash over me. For the pharmacist's admittance to a third party that he was an ass for no reason. And for what I read was a cowed attitude, which gets back to people are ugly to who they feel they can be ugly to. I was also glad and grateful that I did not have to stand in this humiliation by myself. I had support. So I blessed my colleague who acted as a friend today. I was particularly touched by that because he did not have to. But he took the situation up, far, and to its end; he dealt with it with intention, clarity and directness, no pussyfooting around. And it yielded: admittance, me feeling better, and the knowledge to my colleague that I was not exaggerating, disoriented or lying. So now I have credibility with him, or I should say, the credibility I had with him was reinforced. That makes me feel good.
So I am emboldened to write this public statement. One to explain my post. Two to show that this place, is that place, still. No amount of light and blessings and smiles and loving voices will make animals change their stripes. It is what it is, and it is only for us, you, me to change; not it, but ourselves; Me. Which gets me to mention and be reminded the next book I have been thinking of writing and this whole situation reinforces--proves the idea and title..."If Trinidad Won't Change, I WILL"
Blessings. Ase'
111:10am Wednesday, September23, 2009
Edited 11:39am
" Recognition: if you are at the zoo, you expect to see animals, don't you? and if the animals are out of their cages, you realize there is a chance you may encounter and have to interact with said creatures, no? And if you are wise, you will note... where you are, what creatures inhabit the environment and thus, be prepared for the behaviors of said creatures, right? Same as for life and every landscape. One will know that different locations have their creatures of varying behaviors and characteristics and therefore, one would not expect a tiger to be a giraffe, in a hippo pond, right? So why would you be upset when you encounter pigs snorting for garbage, wallowing in dark negative energy? To prepare to engage whatever you may encounter, You will just clear energy, fill and vibrate by pure righteous blue white purple energy as a warrior preparing to make a pass...and see the parade of animals, uninvolved, as you try to make it through..an exercise, a day..a journey. No response, No reaction, No insult, No Injury. Just You, Light Passing Through"
Where would that come from, on a bright and early morning from someone waking/pulling themselves up to wake, on valium and after writing the praise, of gratitude and blessings in one day of Tuesday, September 22, A Good Day in Trinidad? Why pull myself up? I did not want much time to pass.
Last night, as I began my medicine protocols, having had my meal at 9pm or thereabouts, I discovered medicine was dispensed incompletely. A card with seven tabs, one was missing. I opened the box and it opened on the missing tab side. I did not even need to pull the whole thing out. I found the number and attempted to register the finding by voicemail. The phone just rang. So naturally, this morning, I wanted to phone as soon as possible.
I was calm. I was on valium. But I was also calm, not agitated as I would normally be in this "fucked up Trinidad" mode, given my "i had a good day in Trinidad mode yesterday. I was also calm because I had a conversation with the pharmacist yesterday. I told him I usually go to SuperPharm for meds, but I thought; let me try to help "the small man". Now this small man is an Indian business man, who I believe may own more than one Pharmacy, and to me, African, Indian, we are all one setta black people; just variation on a theme. Imagine what it may feel like then, if you make a conscious intentional choice, after thinking of who to give your little pittance to, and felt you are supporting and helping and by degree, loving a person, their effort, their business, their bottom line, their wealth, trying to keep it in the country, and preferring to support one business over another say, hoping expecting that maybe one, is not laundering money is not benefitting from Ministerial cronyism, family lines, and historic patterns of exploitation...just say...and you have this friendly exchange with the pharmacist when meds are dispensed, so you surely feel that social capital will carry over hours later when there is a small problem, no? Imagine too, this person knows you are a professional as he has and was made aware of your professional title.
So when you call the next morning, you would expect the same culture of engagement, right?
Would you expect the person to be so infirm, unapologetic, unkind and steel in their voice and tone, OFF the BAT, but ever so calm and balanced in tone with a..matter of fact ugliness? Would you expect this pharmacist to tell you it is because of the medicine you are taking, valium that had you mistake the situation? Insulting you, in short. Would you expect that he insist that it was checked..when you know it wasn't because...he started to take care of me, then turned it over to an attendant, and she probably expecting everything on the counter had been checked (I recalled). Would you expect him to hang up the phone on you while you are asking what would be needed if someone else were to come in your stead? You wouldn't expect this would you?
I tell you, I was paralyzed between the shock, my powerlessness and the valium. I could not cuss him out, he had my meds. I did not even seem to have the energy or the ability, come to think about it. Something restrained me; maybe my DNA is shifting afterall and all this energy transformational talk Is not just, talk! I just asked why would I lie? How can I make a mistake with something like that? And I was so stunned at the effect of taking valium insult that I could not even think of a response. Just so. After yesterday. He did offer to give me the meds, but after all that, it was cold comfort. It was not necessary his approach and manner, and I told him so. That was abuse; Of the worse kind, outside of familiarity and reason. And in a business I have been patronizing since 2006 since it was around the corner from my office. I am a familiar face. Never had any problem, words or altercation in all that time. And what I thought about is all the times I interacted with that man, even up to our brief exchange yesterday, I would never have imagined he would act that way. Lesson: We can never make people out. You can never think, assume presume, reasonability, civility and peace with anyone. When I tell you this man looks peaceful, enough...for a sane person not to expect this display. Lesson: I have always known when someone says “this person so sweet”, I know, they are sweet to You, in situations where they care to be…doesn’t prevent or negate that they are otherwise to someone else. It is why I often have a criterion in choosing mates in particular…I watch how they treat other people, me last.
Well, I repaired to my energy clearing, my protection as I do every morning, but had made the call before my morning routine. I started to think about the situation but also trying to put it behind me., I actually did the clearing to remove any insult lodged in my energy field to the incident. But then, I had a realization. An epiphany: in animal/creature terms: We are who we are, and a tiger cannot be a giraffe, a pig will never be a horse, and if we walk this earth or the places where we work, live and play, knowing that, we would not be shocked, dismayed and off center when these experiences show up and creatures display their character. Have no expectation either, for good or bad. And be prepared for the worse (prepared meaning be clear, be honourable, be protected, be at peace, stay at peace, and know when to walk away). I had a friend a dear best friend a long time ago, she used to say, “every volley is not yours--just cause someone sends you a tennis volley, does not mean you have to hit it back, pick it up ...you can just let it fall to court. Leave court.”
Well, as I sat, and before all this wisdom flooded over me, I asked myself...what the F--- just happened? And i thought, this man felt he could abuse this way? Abuse me? Sweet bee me? On valium just waking up peaceful me? Wow. And so unabashedly..I mean, this man was on a roll. hanging up the phone and ting when I took too long to come with words...hey. All i thought was, this man felt he could do that to me. And then I thought, what must i look like to him? What must he see to give him, for him to take such license? A petite very young looking dark African girl-child. As neither my girth, height or little girl voice portrays my age, accomplishments, station (train) or travels.
I also quickly realized people calculate and presume your life real quick and assign you place...they have no idea who you are, who you know or what you might do; albeit he should have had a clue, again given title, but still. Still…I was believed to have been a nobody. That man felt he was talking to a nobody. And he was. I am. Just simple me, which is another issue. To see me you would never know or imagine. I have had my share of that comment for awhile now. But nobody me, knows people, sometimes. If they prefer to know me(!)
And I am cool enough with people that even if they are not my friend, I can call them if I have to. I did just that. The head of the Pharmacy association and I had offices in the same building awhile back. I called my old office secretary and got his cell. I phoned him. He was gracious. And this man busy eh. Busy no ass: Lawyer, Head Pharmacist, Legal Rep for a Ministry. etc. etc. and that is what I know far less for family and personals.
I tell him the incident. Interestingly enough and for what I was very grateful for and reassured, he understood the blindside as he echoed it to me. He understood the smear of when you try to be nice and people heap shit on you, or at least try. Beyond that, he offered he would call the pharmacist, and to try to make sure I got the meds. Now I have to tell you the pharmacist offered to give me the missing meds, but it was not without the abuse, so that was not the point. The point was the abuse and the treatment that had no reason and even if there was reason, there is no reason. I am saying. But then again, this is expecting a tiger to be a giraffe. One of the things that amaze me about this culture is how rude, obnoxious, abusive, crass and crude people will get in a minute here in this Trinidad; People in suit and tie, office with title, dispensing medicine and services, big international money and institutional, organizational men... a cuss ass is just a hair trigger away. Just like the circulating video of Jack Warner telling his nemesis reporter that he would spit on him, referencing his mother, etc.). Yes, an international figure on world stage…that is the behavior. That behavior, so common to all here, dog, cat and fowl.
Anyway, i digressed, I got some comfort in the conversation to my colleague. He then offered to call the pharmacist and then my heart sang. Cause then that got to letting this ass of a man know..you don’t know the stranger before you; don’t know who people are ---when you engage you, her, him; me. I got off the phone and that is when I started to get to the meds for the day and told myself, don’t take meds like this, clear yourself, repair your energy, find your center. and pray the medicine.
That is when the clarity and understanding came of the situation and I posted, " Recognition: if you are at the zoo, you expect to see animals, don't you? and if the animals are out of their cages, you realize there is a chance you may encounter and have to interact with said creatures, no? And if you are wise, you will note... where you are, what creatures inhabit the environment and thus, be prepared for the behaviors of said creatures, right? Same as for life and every landscape. One will know that different locations have their creatures of varying behaviors and characteristics and therefore, one would not expect a tiger to be a giraffe, in a hippo pond, right? So why would you be upset when you encounter pigs snorting for garbage, wallowing in dark negative energy? To prepare to engage whatever you may encounter, You will just clear energy, fill and vibrate by pure righteous blue white purple energy as a warrior preparing to make a pass...and see the parade of animals, uninvolved, as you try to make it through..an exercise, a day..a journey. No response, No reaction, No insult, No Injury. Just You, Light Passing Through"
So now I write of the incident not with heat of anger and offense, but with dispassionate thought and clarity with understanding and wisdom. I am glad I am able to explain what may have been left as another cryptic posting as I am told I have a gift. But why was I emboldened to write this?
As I prayed and cleared, I also released any expectation that my colleague would have really phoned the pharmacist or had the time to do so. Cause the other thing about here, is that people mamaguy. They will make you feel reassured but have no intention on carrying through. By an hour or less so, colleague phones. He spoke to the pharmacist.
He told me he put the situation to him as "I was given this information, I want to know if you will agree it is accurate" (don’t you love straightforward courageous people?, I do!). Colleague tells me, Pharmacist agreed, that my outline of the event is a fair description. Then goes onto explain he was busy, short, distracted.. Colleague says, "People don't know who you know eh", And i just felt a flood of vindication wash over me. For the pharmacist's admittance to a third party that he was an ass for no reason. And for what I read was a cowed attitude, which gets back to people are ugly to who they feel they can be ugly to. I was also glad and grateful that I did not have to stand in this humiliation by myself. I had support. So I blessed my colleague who acted as a friend today. I was particularly touched by that because he did not have to. But he took the situation up, far, and to its end; he dealt with it with intention, clarity and directness, no pussyfooting around. And it yielded: admittance, me feeling better, and the knowledge to my colleague that I was not exaggerating, disoriented or lying. So now I have credibility with him, or I should say, the credibility I had with him was reinforced. That makes me feel good.
So I am emboldened to write this public statement. One to explain my post. Two to show that this place, is that place, still. No amount of light and blessings and smiles and loving voices will make animals change their stripes. It is what it is, and it is only for us, you, me to change; not it, but ourselves; Me. Which gets me to mention and be reminded the next book I have been thinking of writing and this whole situation reinforces--proves the idea and title..."If Trinidad Won't Change, I WILL"
Blessings. Ase'
111:10am Wednesday, September23, 2009
Edited 11:39am
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A Good Day in TnT
by Maven Huggins on Tuesday, September 22, 2009 at 9:12pm
I
I have a cool crush on my very cool laid back but professional and genuinely charming (he really likes folk or me) doctor. I phoned his office for an appointment this morning and got a slot three hours later. He is such a ray of sunshine to go see. Last time was in 2007 and I did not even see him, he took my call as he was on a tarmac about to fly out, recommending me to another colleague.
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I had to get x-rays today from another office-- the radiologist stopped her lunch to attend to me. (!) after I was told it would be a few minutes that she just went to lunch. Did someone say professionalism with a cap P, and consumer regard/client service and respect?
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Then I stopped to get my all too expensive facial sunscreen moisturizer to handle the foreigner's facial and lip averse response to ozone depletion and heat radiation index of 11 -- and decided for a buffet lunch since I had not eaten any breakfast. Running late, asked for it to be packaged. Was told that was not possible. I acquiesced and offered to pay and leave despite my being seated with food ten minutes. Instead, the bill for my buffet salad was removed, and I was just asked to pay for my water. Lunch, my half meal was on the house/hotel. And it was delicious by the way; hearts of romaine lettuce with smoked salmon and olive oil sundried tomato, with a sprinkle of Caesar dressing. And a cold pasta salad, with mushrooms, pesto, fresh tomatoes, basil, pepper jack and parmesan cheese and a turkey cut. And Ciabata bread with butter. Come to think of it, I should have captured a shot of the huge plates, colorful food against the white tablecloths and light peach colored cloth napkins, in the glare of the light from the port streaming through the window
IV
By midday, I was having a good day, batting one thousand.
V
Not wanting my new paintings to sit and curl in heat or moisture at home, I took them in to be framed, already with two new pieces done and waiting for me to take home. I had preferred not to take them as I really don’t have room for them in my current home and expect to move, so did not want to risk them in a move; as one has already broken under such circumstances. Been framing at this location since 2003, never asking for any stays, or waits, to lodge/keep or not pay when I showed up. Today, I did.
I need to hold onto every penny for any eventuality that may come my way in an unknown short term. At first they said no, they had no space, and they have problems with other people who do not pay. And I just said, I don’t want to get mad with you and don’t want you to get mad at me, but please do not lay other people’s trip at my door. You have never had a problem with me and for a measly $1100 bill. (When I return in a few weeks that bill will be $7,000). But they asked their bosses, and they accepted, so that was $1200 that I could hold onto, erroneously, at least for a few more weeks to earn a few more pennies on interest.
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The art of managing limited resources.
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Another blessing of a bligh.
VIII
I return home with medicines for this eighteen day neck pain that Doc says may be a cervical spongiosis, which is some form of intercellular edema. I have to take the dreaded steroid, pain medicine, and anti inflammatory. Resolving to drink coconut water daily to combat whatever effects to my liver and kidneys with these prolonged medicinals; but at least now, I will get better and pray for a return to wholeness soon. You know steroids are the all encompassing treatment, knocking every possible ailment out. Not to be treated lightly by any means. So vigilance. Nevertheless, I have fought the valiant fight, managing pain for eighteen days, but there is so much patience and love, and travel one can have. Perhaps the blessings of this day will carry onto my wellness to move me quickly past this experience having invested so many days prior.
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Before all of this unfolding, I was going through my day, smiling, which is not my norm. I am a straight faced poker don't mess with me face.
X
I did not let crazy drivers move me from center.
XI
I experienced a blessed, generous, universe giving day in Trinidad and had to scream and share about it.
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Gratitude
XIII
Ase’ Ase’ Ase’ blessings for more on another.
* you may notice that i extended each blessing to make them more. XIV (:LO)
Showers to you too
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XV
I just read my magical friend Elspeth's gift and generosity to give away her labyrinth
http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=138314769455
and wrote of a possible art exchange. Even without any action on the thought, I count this as blessing...to share my art work with someone else good. To have the hand work of a good person of love and light, in a possible new home...those are amazing blessings. Calling things, good things into being. InchAllah
XVI
And the blessings keep coming, rolling to my view and awareness
My brother Bence posted a wonderful video on my page today; a gift to discover in my evening
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HHZwUbCsgyo
"only good comes to me" "only good comes from me"
"we are the ones we have been waiting for" one of my beliefs and sayings that I wrote to one, just this morning. Blessing in trinidad tropics for Tuesday September 22, 2009
XVII
Edit Number 3, Same day
My neighbor called me over for three prized zabocas, the huge long, tear drop shaped pear.
XVIII
My Doctor texted me back saying "Trust Me" when I queried the prednisone -- very low dosage, with full tapering. I always choose well my doctors. Yaay. Gratitude 9:11pm 09.22.09
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I have been here on FB today, longer than planned, musing over the comments that have been posted and chats unsolicited for argument, seems like some woke up with a need to fight, with anyone, real, virtual or imagined.
But on a higher level, I sat here musing whether to let the ignorance flow, address it, redirect it, beguile it, gently, blast it or runaway from it. The latter comes from my long-tiredness of ignorance. Willful ignorance. Ignorance in the face of questions, leads to information, the mention of googling, defining words and usages, all easily attained and accessible, but still and yet, a refusal. That amazes me. Beyond that, the hardest thing for people to do is change their mind, or let some or another light shine. I am also learning that the programs and energies people are living under, their motivation and drive from their subconscious, discordant energies, the alterations of souls can be quite daunting, is powerful. And so said actions are not to be taken lightly or personally. It is never about the stated "Me" always about what, whom and where the source, soul; coming from.
As an aside, this is not a Trinidad and Tobago facebook page. I did not school colonial and have lived far and wide; in far more nation states, states and banana republics than most will see in a lifetime of tourism. I speak English and it may neither be the Queen's colonial, Caribbean broken, Pacific twang or Nigerian pidgin. Unless, I write in Swedish for Anita, Spanish for Elsa or French for Elspeth, it is English, even when I as a fluent speaker create and shift my own English words...like Lov3, LigAht and BlesWings.
Back to point: I kept searching and googling the subject matter and character of the day > Jingoism.
As a matter of fact, as I write the word, I am reminded of a recent observation in the language and use of the word 'Breeds'. I recognized then and it reinforces now, how ignorant can be those who are educated, supposedly; that intelligence is not everything, enlightenment of context, history, use and usage of language across cultures is critical in communication; and international communication especially. We stand to alienate those we wish to build with, lest all and all are in the same ignorance, which is this note’s subtext. So many angles, so many points, so many directions to take
This note is about Jingoism: how to address it this day that it seems to be flowing wide and free. How Ironic to me. I thought to post and place its formal definition, but thought that insufficient. A mere def. lacks history, context and international usage and understanding. I thought to post intellectual analysis of the word as a social psychology concept; as a foreign policy framework; as a racist code; and as a metaphor for characters like Hitler, but thought. HMMM....this may make people's eyes blur.
I kept looking and reviewing, studying facebook, asking myself, why am I on this platform. Is it any different from the moniker of Channel Zero, the old school conscious term for TV? Most know that TV is used to indoctrinate, dumb down, placate, create mind think and avoid brain wave and (brain) activity. Conspiracy theorists advance this is a mere extension of the US government’s monitoring tool of the Internet. Even as I attempted to make my FB page a de facto blog of the meaningful and the fun, to cultivate a page of thinkers, seekers, muses, artists, public intellectuals, musicians and activists; nevertheless, the water reaches low to tide. So what to do...can’t fight water; At least not the water wombmyn warrior. L:)
I persisted in the search... Long enough to be led to write something on the matter having found a citation seemingly useful, a gem of a blog, if not for its content, for the diversity of voices on the page, fulfilling ethnic, religion and national variation. So it is common enough, and a social media platform reinforced to FB, not like posting a journal refereed academic article...and hopefully in language still understandable. If it is read. Ah well, we cannot address all things. Makes me think when people ask me the obvious, questions to which answers are found, 1. If they read, or 2. If they searched, or 3. Reviewed the mass of information posted...but, ah....too much trouble I suspect. And facebook isn’t for reading and studying a matter, just for posting...banality in more cases than not. Like today, being asked a question the person answered themselves, only for me to realize that was their entree to their agitation...but I cycled back. I post this for and to who dare and care to read, to know, to learn, to change, to grow.
http://www.sepiamutiny.com/sepia/archives/003557.html
Jingoism is not a good thing and certainly questionable for banana republic states failing pathetically. Jingoism is not mere nationalism; it is not even nationalism on steroids as some citations indicate. It is close to and akin to ethnic selection by nationalism.
In fact, for most who are alert, awake and thinking, there has been great thought in revising notions of nationalism for the road it has led us, (the collective world us; or the collective seeking to be enlightened South-Emerging-Developing States, or the few therein), over the last 30 approaching 40 years. But that is another bag of chips. And then that bag gets parsed ever so subtlety because there is a need for South to protect their patronage, their identity, culture and interests in a world moving past globalism to a globalist government…but, again, a next bag. Unrelated to the subject at hand? You tell me.
Jingoism is the case of the uncivilized brutes that battered two Chinese workers to a pulp a few weeks ago in Trinidad and Tobago. Jingoism was the headline CHINESE GO HOME on the Trinidad and Tobago Express newspaper a few days ago. Jingoism is what propelled Hitler to destroy the Jews after he plundered their wealth. Jingoism is what fuels the mad anti-immigrant rush in the US that makes people rabid lest a street sweeper get health insurance or goes to school, with their children. And how rabid is Jingoism? Those same “send the immigrants home” people forgot they landed, shipped, arrived to the same shores. Jingoism mixed with Religious bias and hatred is what we see against world Muslims and thus fueling their reaction into Jihad. That is your Jingoism. Now have a Rally.
... at least I did not remain silent.
Peace, Light and Blessings
Spiritual Laws That Govern Humanity and the Universe
Sunday, August 23, 2009
"As we walk the mystical and spiritual path, we become increasinly aware that life with its myriad experiences is not something that happens to us unbidden; it is a creative work for which we are the artist, architect, engineer and builder. By exp...erienceing chaos, we learn how to make life's best choices,thereby becoming better artists, creators and builders."
Funny that I should read this today. Since last night the idea to trace and write down all the major life choices I have made in my life, from the last twenty six years has been on my mind; and I shall say haunting me. Because I just got up from a map with the idea to do it, like a haunt; and I asked myself, why would I do that?...the time and moments have passed; what is the use to doing that. But somehow, even though I had no answer, I felt it was important to do so. I realize, it was and is to understand the trajectory I took by my choices in the past, and the desire to get the future of my life right.
I suspect this time, the period of musing and turning in my mind is to line up the crossroads, the points in my life lest I miss any.
I have passed by regret; and it is no longer a motivation, but i realize how critical and mindful we must be when making decisions. We are not making decisions for the moment, but for a lifetime. I watch other people's lives and learn, realizing I have been fortunate, but there is much room to improve.
I set forward this task before me.
Maven Huggins: Mental Health. Making Happy. Man-ing Helm. Mind Heavy. Marvelously Holy.
Marching Healing. Many Helixed. Manifesting HER. Merging Humanity.I am in a magnificent space. Was it the bathing in the full moon light last night or just a culmination of a process in stages? I slept till 10:15; Needed Rest. Grateful Retreat. Dream filled Travels. Dwayne Bravo was in there, a building mate, a helpful friend. Don't even know the young man in this dimension of real life. Not part of my scenarious* or frame of reference.
Then I awaken this morning and read the cover page of a new chapter of The Artist's Way, before I start writing. Everything makes sense. I am living what is written. Words to explain. It (Last night) has been an emerging out of a cocoon, a realization and freedom of self. An Acceptance of a past/ path! Wow:.... Acceptance of a past....{If you pause here to absorb the magnitude of that, if you can only know how large that past loomed, blocked and siphoned}..to now when it is almost..no more. A Present!
An Acceptance of a reality and my unwillingness to bend and break into it to remain "safe and sorry".
I would rather be authentic. Safety is not the motivation. How ironic that emerging completion of authenticity would be found, part and parcel incognito on face/farce/fast/falsebook. It is a testament to the power of a self. Its truth emerges no matter what it calls or how it describes itself. Laughter wells up in me to realize the twist of the matter. I would rather be authentic.
I would rather live by voice not suppression. I am moving by faith and protection. I will be loyal to the journey, to the start to see it through. In dealing with crazymakers, there is a hide button: I remain you disappear. I do not run; I choose where, how and when I enter; like so, how long i remain, and how I engage and diatribe. Always in peace, this Warrior Water. I shall not delete anyone, for it will just be some negation of some aspect of self, illusion; and beside, no one is sourced, has as yet commanded such force, generated the internal power to express and present such a threat to warrant that degree of affect. Their selves are still too small.
Last night before bed, I was given Chalkdust's Ah Put on Mih Guns Again. Next leg, next chapter, next barrier
My personal identity is clearer, not embedded in the expectations or lives of others, which makes me less easy (and that is putting it lightly) to be taken advantage of and more capabile of saying No.
Poisonous friends would flee under that policy and regime. You see, All are Friends, it is the qualificating precise limitation ~ an adverb~ that tells. I treat myself like a precious object and I go/grow stronger. Blockages and barriers are being removed and my light illumes, larger. All this I am in process of shedding.
Last night was awkward: stuff got stirred up, in, literally the eleventh hour, and within its last minutes.
I was preparing for a new birth. a new hatchling (of me). I am becoming free.
Maybe by midday, I shall all be here. Fully Awake and Elated
:)
The Great Separation
Yesterday at 10:24pm
Thousands of years ago, man lived in harmony with the rest of the natural world. Through what we would today call 'telepathy', he communicated with animals, plants, and other forms of life - none of which he considered 'beneath himself, only different, with different jobs to preform. He worked side by side with earth angels and nature spirits, with whom he shared responsibility for taking care of the world.
The earth's atmosphere was very different from what it is now, with a great deal more vegetation-supporting moisture. A tremendous variety of vegetable, fruit, seed, and grain food was available. Because of such a diet, and a lack of unnatural strain, human life span was many times longer than what it is today. The killing of animals for food or 'sport' was unthinkable. Man lived at peace with himself and the various life forms, whom he considered his teachers and his friends.
But gradually at first, then with increasing intensity, man's Ego began to grow and assert itself. Finally, after it had caused many unpleasant incidents, the consensus was reached that man should go out into the world alone, to learn a necessary lesson. The connections were broken.
On his own, feeling alienated from the world he had been created from, cut off from the full extent of its abundance, man was no longer happy. He began to search for the happiness he had lost. When he found something that reminded him of it, he tried to possess it and accumulate more - thereby introducing stress into his life. But searching for lasting happiness and accumulating temporary substitutes for it brought him no satisfaction.
As he was no longer able to hear what the other forms of life were saying, he could only try to understand them through their actions, which he often misinterpreted. Because he was no longer cooperating with the earth angels and nature spirits for the good of all, but was attempting to manipulate the earth forces for his benefit alone, plants began to shrivel and die. With less vegetation to draw up and give moisture, the planet's atmosphere became drier, and deserts appeared. A relatively small number of plant species survived which grew smaller and tougher with passing time. Eventually they lost the radiant colours and abundant fruit of their ancestors. Man's life span began to shorten accordingly, and disease appeared and spread. Because of the decreasing variety of food available to him, man began to eat his friends the animals. They soon learned to flee from his approach and became increasingly shy and suspicious of human motives and behaviours. And so the separation grew. After several generations, few people had any idea of what life had once been like.
As man became more and more manipulative of and violent toward the earth, and as his social and spiritual world narrowed to that of the human race alone, he became more and more manipulative of and violent toward his own kind. Men began to kill and enslave each other, creating armies and empires, forcing those who looked, talked, thought, and acted differently from them to submit to they thought the best.
Life became so miserable for the human race that, around two or three thousand years ago, perfected spirits began to be born on earth in human form, to teach the truths that had largely been forgotten. But by then humanity had grown so divided, and so insensitive to the universal laws operating in the natural world, that those truths were only partially understood.
As time passed, the teaching of the perfected spirits were changed, for what one might call political reasons, by the all-too-human organizations that inherited them. Those who came into prominence within the organizations wanted power over others. They downplayed the importance of non-human life forms and eliminated from the teachings statements claiming that those forms had souls, wisdom, and divine presence - and that the heaven they were in touch with was a state of Unity with the Divine that could be attained by anyone who put aside his Ego and followed the universal laws. The power-hungry wanted their followers to believe that heaven was a place to which some people went after death, a place that could be reached by those who had approval of their organizations. So not even the perfected spirits were able to restore the wholeness of truth, because interference by the human ego.
Down through the centuries, accounts of the Great Separation, and of the Golden Age that existed before it, have been passed on by the sensitive and wise. Today in the industrial West, they are classified as mere legends and myths - fantasies believed in by the credulous and unsophisticated, stories based only on imagination and emotion. Despite the fact that quite a few people have seen and communicated with earth angels and nature spirits, and that more than one spiritual community has grown luscious fruits and vegetables by cooperating with them and following their instructions, descriptions of these beings are generally dismissed as 'fairy tales'. And, although coloured and simplified accounts of the Great Separation can be found in the holy books of the world's religions, it is doubtful that many followers of those religions strongly believe them.
However, a number of non-Separation skills, beliefs, and practices have been preserved. On the North American continent, they are passed on in some of the remains of native teachings - those of the 'Indians'. In Europe they have largely died out, but traces of their influence can still be seen in such comparatively recent phenomena as stone circles and the marking of 'Ley lines' or 'dragon veins' (by the Chinese) - channels along which earth energy is concentrated. In Tibet, until the Communist invasion, ancient ways were preserved in Tibetan Buddhism, many of the secret practices of which predates Buddhism by thousands of years. In Japan, they can be found in some of the rituals and beliefs of the Shinto folk religion. Despite violent opposition from China's Government, they continue to be passed today.
Taoism is a way of living in harmony with Tao, the Way of the Universe, the character of which is revealed in the workings of the natural world. Taoism could be called either a philosophy or a religion, or neither, since in its various forms it does not match up with the Western definition of either one.
Taoism deals primarily with the individual's relationship to the world. Taoism is emotional, happy, gentle, child-like, and serene - like its favorite symbol, that of flowing water. Ever since the Great Separation, Taoist have concerned themselves with attaining the state of high virtue, through discarding whatever prevents harmony with Tao.
The present age of man, might well be called the 'Age of the Warrior'. Man against man, man against the earth...so, according to the Taoist principle, the coming age will be an 'Age of the Healer'. But first will come what could be called a 'Great Purification'.
As our planet takes action to cast out its man-made poisons and heal its man-caused wounds, many human inhabitants will give way to fear. Many will cling to seemingly powerful 'we're God's chosen people religions', hoping that by doing so they will be saved from the wrath of a vengeful God (not recognizing that the approaching 'vengeance' will in reality be man's own actions coming back on him - not recognizing that the Infinite Universal Power is far more than the narrow-minded gatekeeper of an exclusive Spiritual Country Club). Many will find themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time, because they did not pay attention to what the natural world was telling them.
But in reality we are the most fortunate generation since recorded human history began. For when the necessary cleansing is over, we will witness a magical transformation of the world around us by the forces of the earth. And we will see for ourselves want the ancient Taoists meant by the Age of Perfect Virtue'.
When the remains of today's anti-earth civilization have been cleared away, we will find ourselves in the state of paradise that existed before the Great Separation occurred. Man's lessons will have been learned, without the slightest doubt. The wise leadership and light-handed government described by Lao-tse and practiced by Mohandas Gandhi will be universal.
In the Age of Perfect Virtue, men live among the animals and the birds as members of one large family. There are no distinctions between 'superior' and 'inferior' to separate one man or species from another. The wise are seen merely as higher branches on humanity's tree of life, growing a little closer to the sun. People behave correctly, without knowing that to be Righteousness and Propriety. All love and respect each other, without calling that Benevolence. All are faithful and honest, without calling that Loyalty. All keep their word, without calling that Good faith. In everyday conduct, they help each other, without considering it Duty. There is no Justice, as there is no injustice. Living in harmony with themselves, each other, and the world.
Excerpt from The Te of Piglet by Benjamin Hoff
Circulated by Phoenix...Orisa Yemoja/Olokun
The Goddess of the Oceans and Sea
Queen of Mothers
Mo juba awo Yemoja.
Iwo ni Ayaba Iya.
Iwo ni Iya Orisha.
Iwo ni Inu Iye Odidi.
Iwo ni Ifihan Ti Abo Ase.
Iwo ni Inu Aiye.
Iwo ni Orisha Obinrin Okun Nla ati Odo.
Iwo ni Oluwa Awo Ti Abo Ipilese.
I humble myself before the mystery of Yemoja.
You are the Queen of Mothers.
You are the Mother of the Orisha.
You are the Womb of all Life.
You are the Feminine Manifestation of the Ase.
You are the
Mutant in the Babylon Matrix
by Maven Huggins on Wednesday, September 9, 2009 at 6:59pm
"What I realized is that if you are what I call a mutant, an unusual person that doesn’t fit the mold, you are likely going to be the target of some very polarized projections. In the right social venue, like the gathering I had just been to or some place else where there is a concentration of fellow conscious mutants, I often get great recognition and positive attention from people. But over a lifetime I have found that when dealing with square peg types that their unconscious immediately registers you as a mutant even if you are (as I am now) middle aged with short hair, white skin, clean shaven, normally dressed. Then you become like “a splinter in their mind they can’t get out.”
You are a subliminal shock wave threat to their unconscious equilibrium and they have an immunological response to you, they want you out of the body politic, they want to burn the witch they sense in you. The USA has a bad history with witch-hunts and is now more fear driven then ever. So if you are a mutant, are living an alternative life that deviates from statistical norms in anyway, watch out! The lunatic majority doesn’t need a full moon to get medieval on your ass, they’re ready to do it all the time. So cloak yourself and be alert, the Babylon Matrix remains a very dangerous place."
Jonathan ZAP Oracle
You are a subliminal shock wave threat to their unconscious equilibrium and they have an immunological response to you, they want you out of the body politic, they want to burn the witch they sense in you. The USA has a bad history with witch-hunts and is now more fear driven then ever. So if you are a mutant, are living an alternative life that deviates from statistical norms in anyway, watch out! The lunatic majority doesn’t need a full moon to get medieval on your ass, they’re ready to do it all the time. So cloak yourself and be alert, the Babylon Matrix remains a very dangerous place."
Jonathan ZAP Oracle
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Jingoes of the Day
by Maven Huggins on Monday, August 31, 2009 at 12:22pm
But on a higher level, I sat here musing whether to let the ignorance flow, address it, redirect it, beguile it, gently, blast it or runaway from it. The latter comes from my long-tiredness of ignorance. Willful ignorance. Ignorance in the face of questions, leads to information, the mention of googling, defining words and usages, all easily attained and accessible, but still and yet, a refusal. That amazes me. Beyond that, the hardest thing for people to do is change their mind, or let some or another light shine. I am also learning that the programs and energies people are living under, their motivation and drive from their subconscious, discordant energies, the alterations of souls can be quite daunting, is powerful. And so said actions are not to be taken lightly or personally. It is never about the stated "Me" always about what, whom and where the source, soul; coming from.
As an aside, this is not a Trinidad and Tobago facebook page. I did not school colonial and have lived far and wide; in far more nation states, states and banana republics than most will see in a lifetime of tourism. I speak English and it may neither be the Queen's colonial, Caribbean broken, Pacific twang or Nigerian pidgin. Unless, I write in Swedish for Anita, Spanish for Elsa or French for Elspeth, it is English, even when I as a fluent speaker create and shift my own English words...like Lov3, LigAht and BlesWings.
Back to point: I kept searching and googling the subject matter and character of the day > Jingoism.
As a matter of fact, as I write the word, I am reminded of a recent observation in the language and use of the word 'Breeds'. I recognized then and it reinforces now, how ignorant can be those who are educated, supposedly; that intelligence is not everything, enlightenment of context, history, use and usage of language across cultures is critical in communication; and international communication especially. We stand to alienate those we wish to build with, lest all and all are in the same ignorance, which is this note’s subtext. So many angles, so many points, so many directions to take
This note is about Jingoism: how to address it this day that it seems to be flowing wide and free. How Ironic to me. I thought to post and place its formal definition, but thought that insufficient. A mere def. lacks history, context and international usage and understanding. I thought to post intellectual analysis of the word as a social psychology concept; as a foreign policy framework; as a racist code; and as a metaphor for characters like Hitler, but thought. HMMM....this may make people's eyes blur.
I kept looking and reviewing, studying facebook, asking myself, why am I on this platform. Is it any different from the moniker of Channel Zero, the old school conscious term for TV? Most know that TV is used to indoctrinate, dumb down, placate, create mind think and avoid brain wave and (brain) activity. Conspiracy theorists advance this is a mere extension of the US government’s monitoring tool of the Internet. Even as I attempted to make my FB page a de facto blog of the meaningful and the fun, to cultivate a page of thinkers, seekers, muses, artists, public intellectuals, musicians and activists; nevertheless, the water reaches low to tide. So what to do...can’t fight water; At least not the water wombmyn warrior. L:)
I persisted in the search... Long enough to be led to write something on the matter having found a citation seemingly useful, a gem of a blog, if not for its content, for the diversity of voices on the page, fulfilling ethnic, religion and national variation. So it is common enough, and a social media platform reinforced to FB, not like posting a journal refereed academic article...and hopefully in language still understandable. If it is read. Ah well, we cannot address all things. Makes me think when people ask me the obvious, questions to which answers are found, 1. If they read, or 2. If they searched, or 3. Reviewed the mass of information posted...but, ah....too much trouble I suspect. And facebook isn’t for reading and studying a matter, just for posting...banality in more cases than not. Like today, being asked a question the person answered themselves, only for me to realize that was their entree to their agitation...but I cycled back. I post this for and to who dare and care to read, to know, to learn, to change, to grow.
http://www.sepiamutiny.com/sepia/archives/003557.html
Jingoism is not a good thing and certainly questionable for banana republic states failing pathetically. Jingoism is not mere nationalism; it is not even nationalism on steroids as some citations indicate. It is close to and akin to ethnic selection by nationalism.
In fact, for most who are alert, awake and thinking, there has been great thought in revising notions of nationalism for the road it has led us, (the collective world us; or the collective seeking to be enlightened South-Emerging-Developing States, or the few therein), over the last 30 approaching 40 years. But that is another bag of chips. And then that bag gets parsed ever so subtlety because there is a need for South to protect their patronage, their identity, culture and interests in a world moving past globalism to a globalist government…but, again, a next bag. Unrelated to the subject at hand? You tell me.
Jingoism is the case of the uncivilized brutes that battered two Chinese workers to a pulp a few weeks ago in Trinidad and Tobago. Jingoism was the headline CHINESE GO HOME on the Trinidad and Tobago Express newspaper a few days ago. Jingoism is what propelled Hitler to destroy the Jews after he plundered their wealth. Jingoism is what fuels the mad anti-immigrant rush in the US that makes people rabid lest a street sweeper get health insurance or goes to school, with their children. And how rabid is Jingoism? Those same “send the immigrants home” people forgot they landed, shipped, arrived to the same shores. Jingoism mixed with Religious bias and hatred is what we see against world Muslims and thus fueling their reaction into Jihad. That is your Jingoism. Now have a Rally.
... at least I did not remain silent.
Peace, Light and Blessings
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Tracing a Life to Map a Future
by Maven Huggins on Sunday, August 23, 2009 at 4:51pm
Spiritual Laws That Govern Humanity and the Universe
Sunday, August 23, 2009
"As we walk the mystical and spiritual path, we become increasinly aware that life with its myriad experiences is not something that happens to us unbidden; it is a creative work for which we are the artist, architect, engineer and builder. By exp...erienceing chaos, we learn how to make life's best choices,thereby becoming better artists, creators and builders."
Funny that I should read this today. Since last night the idea to trace and write down all the major life choices I have made in my life, from the last twenty six years has been on my mind; and I shall say haunting me. Because I just got up from a map with the idea to do it, like a haunt; and I asked myself, why would I do that?...the time and moments have passed; what is the use to doing that. But somehow, even though I had no answer, I felt it was important to do so. I realize, it was and is to understand the trajectory I took by my choices in the past, and the desire to get the future of my life right.
I suspect this time, the period of musing and turning in my mind is to line up the crossroads, the points in my life lest I miss any.
I have passed by regret; and it is no longer a motivation, but i realize how critical and mindful we must be when making decisions. We are not making decisions for the moment, but for a lifetime. I watch other people's lives and learn, realizing I have been fortunate, but there is much room to improve.
I set forward this task before me.
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Praying a Name
by Maven Huggins on Thursday, August 20, 2009 at 11:24am
Maven Huggins: Mental Health. Making Happy. Man-ing Helm. Mind Heavy. Marvelously Holy.
Marching Healing. Many Helixed. Manifesting HER. Merging Humanity.
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Full Moon Bathing to Morning Pages
by Maven Huggins on Thursday, August 6, 2009 at 4:32pm
Then I awaken this morning and read the cover page of a new chapter of The Artist's Way, before I start writing. Everything makes sense. I am living what is written. Words to explain. It (Last night) has been an emerging out of a cocoon, a realization and freedom of self. An Acceptance of a past/ path! Wow:.... Acceptance of a past....{If you pause here to absorb the magnitude of that, if you can only know how large that past loomed, blocked and siphoned}..to now when it is almost..no more. A Present!
An Acceptance of a reality and my unwillingness to bend and break into it to remain "safe and sorry".
I would rather be authentic. Safety is not the motivation. How ironic that emerging completion of authenticity would be found, part and parcel incognito on face/farce/fast/falsebook. It is a testament to the power of a self. Its truth emerges no matter what it calls or how it describes itself. Laughter wells up in me to realize the twist of the matter. I would rather be authentic.
I would rather live by voice not suppression. I am moving by faith and protection. I will be loyal to the journey, to the start to see it through. In dealing with crazymakers, there is a hide button: I remain you disappear. I do not run; I choose where, how and when I enter; like so, how long i remain, and how I engage and diatribe. Always in peace, this Warrior Water. I shall not delete anyone, for it will just be some negation of some aspect of self, illusion; and beside, no one is sourced, has as yet commanded such force, generated the internal power to express and present such a threat to warrant that degree of affect. Their selves are still too small.
Last night before bed, I was given Chalkdust's Ah Put on Mih Guns Again. Next leg, next chapter, next barrier
My personal identity is clearer, not embedded in the expectations or lives of others, which makes me less easy (and that is putting it lightly) to be taken advantage of and more capabile of saying No.
Poisonous friends would flee under that policy and regime. You see, All are Friends, it is the qualificating precise limitation ~ an adverb~ that tells. I treat myself like a precious object and I go/grow stronger. Blockages and barriers are being removed and my light illumes, larger. All this I am in process of shedding.
Last night was awkward: stuff got stirred up, in, literally the eleventh hour, and within its last minutes.
I was preparing for a new birth. a new hatchling (of me). I am becoming free.
Maybe by midday, I shall all be here. Fully Awake and Elated
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The Great Separation * Excerpt from The Te of Piglet by Benjamin Hoff
by Maven Huggins on Thursday, July 23, 2009 at 10:38am
Yesterday at 10:24pm
Thousands of years ago, man lived in harmony with the rest of the natural world. Through what we would today call 'telepathy', he communicated with animals, plants, and other forms of life - none of which he considered 'beneath himself, only different, with different jobs to preform. He worked side by side with earth angels and nature spirits, with whom he shared responsibility for taking care of the world.
The earth's atmosphere was very different from what it is now, with a great deal more vegetation-supporting moisture. A tremendous variety of vegetable, fruit, seed, and grain food was available. Because of such a diet, and a lack of unnatural strain, human life span was many times longer than what it is today. The killing of animals for food or 'sport' was unthinkable. Man lived at peace with himself and the various life forms, whom he considered his teachers and his friends.
But gradually at first, then with increasing intensity, man's Ego began to grow and assert itself. Finally, after it had caused many unpleasant incidents, the consensus was reached that man should go out into the world alone, to learn a necessary lesson. The connections were broken.
On his own, feeling alienated from the world he had been created from, cut off from the full extent of its abundance, man was no longer happy. He began to search for the happiness he had lost. When he found something that reminded him of it, he tried to possess it and accumulate more - thereby introducing stress into his life. But searching for lasting happiness and accumulating temporary substitutes for it brought him no satisfaction.
As he was no longer able to hear what the other forms of life were saying, he could only try to understand them through their actions, which he often misinterpreted. Because he was no longer cooperating with the earth angels and nature spirits for the good of all, but was attempting to manipulate the earth forces for his benefit alone, plants began to shrivel and die. With less vegetation to draw up and give moisture, the planet's atmosphere became drier, and deserts appeared. A relatively small number of plant species survived which grew smaller and tougher with passing time. Eventually they lost the radiant colours and abundant fruit of their ancestors. Man's life span began to shorten accordingly, and disease appeared and spread. Because of the decreasing variety of food available to him, man began to eat his friends the animals. They soon learned to flee from his approach and became increasingly shy and suspicious of human motives and behaviours. And so the separation grew. After several generations, few people had any idea of what life had once been like.
As man became more and more manipulative of and violent toward the earth, and as his social and spiritual world narrowed to that of the human race alone, he became more and more manipulative of and violent toward his own kind. Men began to kill and enslave each other, creating armies and empires, forcing those who looked, talked, thought, and acted differently from them to submit to they thought the best.
Life became so miserable for the human race that, around two or three thousand years ago, perfected spirits began to be born on earth in human form, to teach the truths that had largely been forgotten. But by then humanity had grown so divided, and so insensitive to the universal laws operating in the natural world, that those truths were only partially understood.
As time passed, the teaching of the perfected spirits were changed, for what one might call political reasons, by the all-too-human organizations that inherited them. Those who came into prominence within the organizations wanted power over others. They downplayed the importance of non-human life forms and eliminated from the teachings statements claiming that those forms had souls, wisdom, and divine presence - and that the heaven they were in touch with was a state of Unity with the Divine that could be attained by anyone who put aside his Ego and followed the universal laws. The power-hungry wanted their followers to believe that heaven was a place to which some people went after death, a place that could be reached by those who had approval of their organizations. So not even the perfected spirits were able to restore the wholeness of truth, because interference by the human ego.
Down through the centuries, accounts of the Great Separation, and of the Golden Age that existed before it, have been passed on by the sensitive and wise. Today in the industrial West, they are classified as mere legends and myths - fantasies believed in by the credulous and unsophisticated, stories based only on imagination and emotion. Despite the fact that quite a few people have seen and communicated with earth angels and nature spirits, and that more than one spiritual community has grown luscious fruits and vegetables by cooperating with them and following their instructions, descriptions of these beings are generally dismissed as 'fairy tales'. And, although coloured and simplified accounts of the Great Separation can be found in the holy books of the world's religions, it is doubtful that many followers of those religions strongly believe them.
However, a number of non-Separation skills, beliefs, and practices have been preserved. On the North American continent, they are passed on in some of the remains of native teachings - those of the 'Indians'. In Europe they have largely died out, but traces of their influence can still be seen in such comparatively recent phenomena as stone circles and the marking of 'Ley lines' or 'dragon veins' (by the Chinese) - channels along which earth energy is concentrated. In Tibet, until the Communist invasion, ancient ways were preserved in Tibetan Buddhism, many of the secret practices of which predates Buddhism by thousands of years. In Japan, they can be found in some of the rituals and beliefs of the Shinto folk religion. Despite violent opposition from China's Government, they continue to be passed today.
Taoism is a way of living in harmony with Tao, the Way of the Universe, the character of which is revealed in the workings of the natural world. Taoism could be called either a philosophy or a religion, or neither, since in its various forms it does not match up with the Western definition of either one.
Taoism deals primarily with the individual's relationship to the world. Taoism is emotional, happy, gentle, child-like, and serene - like its favorite symbol, that of flowing water. Ever since the Great Separation, Taoist have concerned themselves with attaining the state of high virtue, through discarding whatever prevents harmony with Tao.
The present age of man, might well be called the 'Age of the Warrior'. Man against man, man against the earth...so, according to the Taoist principle, the coming age will be an 'Age of the Healer'. But first will come what could be called a 'Great Purification'.
As our planet takes action to cast out its man-made poisons and heal its man-caused wounds, many human inhabitants will give way to fear. Many will cling to seemingly powerful 'we're God's chosen people religions', hoping that by doing so they will be saved from the wrath of a vengeful God (not recognizing that the approaching 'vengeance' will in reality be man's own actions coming back on him - not recognizing that the Infinite Universal Power is far more than the narrow-minded gatekeeper of an exclusive Spiritual Country Club). Many will find themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time, because they did not pay attention to what the natural world was telling them.
But in reality we are the most fortunate generation since recorded human history began. For when the necessary cleansing is over, we will witness a magical transformation of the world around us by the forces of the earth. And we will see for ourselves want the ancient Taoists meant by the Age of Perfect Virtue'.
When the remains of today's anti-earth civilization have been cleared away, we will find ourselves in the state of paradise that existed before the Great Separation occurred. Man's lessons will have been learned, without the slightest doubt. The wise leadership and light-handed government described by Lao-tse and practiced by Mohandas Gandhi will be universal.
In the Age of Perfect Virtue, men live among the animals and the birds as members of one large family. There are no distinctions between 'superior' and 'inferior' to separate one man or species from another. The wise are seen merely as higher branches on humanity's tree of life, growing a little closer to the sun. People behave correctly, without knowing that to be Righteousness and Propriety. All love and respect each other, without calling that Benevolence. All are faithful and honest, without calling that Loyalty. All keep their word, without calling that Good faith. In everyday conduct, they help each other, without considering it Duty. There is no Justice, as there is no injustice. Living in harmony with themselves, each other, and the world.
Excerpt from The Te of Piglet by Benjamin Hoff
Circulated by Phoenix...
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Mo juba awo Yemoja!
by Maven Huggins on Thursday, July 16, 2009 at 4:43pm
The Goddess of the Oceans and Sea
Queen of Mothers
Mo juba awo Yemoja.
Iwo ni Ayaba Iya.
Iwo ni Iya Orisha.
Iwo ni Inu Iye Odidi.
Iwo ni Ifihan Ti Abo Ase.
Iwo ni Inu Aiye.
Iwo ni Orisha Obinrin Okun Nla ati Odo.
Iwo ni Oluwa Awo Ti Abo Ipilese.
I humble myself before the mystery of Yemoja.
You are the Queen of Mothers.
You are the Mother of the Orisha.
You are the Womb of all Life.
You are the Feminine Manifestation of the Ase.
You are the
Womb of the World.
You are the Goddess of the Oceans and Rivers.
You are the Owner of the Mystery of the Feminine Principle.
i am always amused and love when people engage me as i do not know
i will tell you something that strikes me totally to my core. in your description of who your people are, almost everything you said has deep meaning to me> for one reason or another. I years ago had a deep dream, that I recently believe i may have been astral traveling, for i was flying along/above a coursing twisting river, and a horse was galloping on the banks as if in tandem with me. HORSES are my favorite animals. I went to school to be an equine/race horse vet; i actually want to create a retirement farm for them here in trinidad where the beasts and dem dispose of them when they are finished, on streets, on beaches, in filth. I am a PHOENIX, have written one of my most powerful poems about the mysticism of that bird, entitled Phoenix Rising. I am now and have been a Priestess in previous lifetimes; royalty is always seen in my aura and history by those who see, so PURPLE always come up. You talked of people who walk on WATER> my most recent.newest names for myself, it is also the symbol for my birthsign,Aquarians. I call me that for another story I read about the Chinese Broken Water Pot, watering growing plants along the way where it drops water though broken. I have and two others in my family, prior generation, have a definitive Chinese strain. You speak of WARRIORS> I am a warrior, earlier in this life, now i am a different one, less fight, but still a peaceful warrior; and I have been in a past life; I was born fighting. I wrote another significant identity poems called Yea! Samurai Warrior Queen. Then you reference EGYPTIANS, The Priestess I was and am was Nubian; an incarnation of Ma'At, Hathor. JEWS> I identify myself now as a Hebrew Israelite. I wear very Jewish symbols; grew up in a Jewish house and nieghborhood in Brooklyn. Been to both Egypt and Israel, among other places, but those relevant to here. You could not have written a more coded message of identity for me, makes me wonder if I was and am Syrian, or if we have a greater purpose for which we have intersected in this time and place.
Deep Huh. My Middle Name is Deep Robert; and you added another code> MYSTICAL> I am a Mystic, in Training; Even in years when I was relatively blind and lost; far less for now. I used to have a lot of books of Women and Mysticism, Spirituality; Shamanism, and Becoming Mystic and Shaman, in a variety of cultures. (Healer)
And yes, I have long known, sensed, recognized that one of the pearls of life, and definitely my purpose, idea and inkling was to give the world and others what I have always sought for myself. I have become a champ of creating sanctuary for myself, from child to now. I used to think I could get paid for that> as a child, I retreated into self, reading and drawing. It is why I am so comfortable as a recluse. I do it today; today it is the form of amazing, beautiful, sanctified places (green, nature, water, rivers, and space, peace and aesthetics). As you can see, I am expert of protecting my sanctuary> my earlier decision was firmly grounded in that value. I am a different kind of wombmyn for that> I take care of self first and consider all or any others after. most women do the opposite, and fall on the sword. but i just learned about living in the moment and not through history and old stories.
You are the Goddess of the Oceans and Rivers.
You are the Owner of the Mystery of the Feminine Principle.
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My People (called by my name)
by Maven Huggins on Saturday, July 11, 2009 at 3:55pm
i will tell you something that strikes me totally to my core. in your description of who your people are, almost everything you said has deep meaning to me> for one reason or another. I years ago had a deep dream, that I recently believe i may have been astral traveling, for i was flying along/above a coursing twisting river, and a horse was galloping on the banks as if in tandem with me. HORSES are my favorite animals. I went to school to be an equine/race horse vet; i actually want to create a retirement farm for them here in trinidad where the beasts and dem dispose of them when they are finished, on streets, on beaches, in filth. I am a PHOENIX, have written one of my most powerful poems about the mysticism of that bird, entitled Phoenix Rising. I am now and have been a Priestess in previous lifetimes; royalty is always seen in my aura and history by those who see, so PURPLE always come up. You talked of people who walk on WATER> my most recent.newest names for myself, it is also the symbol for my birthsign,Aquarians. I call me that for another story I read about the Chinese Broken Water Pot, watering growing plants along the way where it drops water though broken. I have and two others in my family, prior generation, have a definitive Chinese strain. You speak of WARRIORS> I am a warrior, earlier in this life, now i am a different one, less fight, but still a peaceful warrior; and I have been in a past life; I was born fighting. I wrote another significant identity poems called Yea! Samurai Warrior Queen. Then you reference EGYPTIANS, The Priestess I was and am was Nubian; an incarnation of Ma'At, Hathor. JEWS> I identify myself now as a Hebrew Israelite. I wear very Jewish symbols; grew up in a Jewish house and nieghborhood in Brooklyn. Been to both Egypt and Israel, among other places, but those relevant to here. You could not have written a more coded message of identity for me, makes me wonder if I was and am Syrian, or if we have a greater purpose for which we have intersected in this time and place.
Deep Huh. My Middle Name is Deep Robert; and you added another code> MYSTICAL> I am a Mystic, in Training; Even in years when I was relatively blind and lost; far less for now. I used to have a lot of books of Women and Mysticism, Spirituality; Shamanism, and Becoming Mystic and Shaman, in a variety of cultures. (Healer)
And yes, I have long known, sensed, recognized that one of the pearls of life, and definitely my purpose, idea and inkling was to give the world and others what I have always sought for myself. I have become a champ of creating sanctuary for myself, from child to now. I used to think I could get paid for that> as a child, I retreated into self, reading and drawing. It is why I am so comfortable as a recluse. I do it today; today it is the form of amazing, beautiful, sanctified places (green, nature, water, rivers, and space, peace and aesthetics). As you can see, I am expert of protecting my sanctuary> my earlier decision was firmly grounded in that value. I am a different kind of wombmyn for that> I take care of self first and consider all or any others after. most women do the opposite, and fall on the sword. but i just learned about living in the moment and not through history and old stories.
original painting, 2004, Staggering Stallion, a beautiful horse
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Eagle
by Maven Huggins on Saturday, July 11, 2009 at 3:54pm
"It was the Haudenosaunee who first introduced the idea of Eagle being the Principle Messenger of the Creator. Since then, it is now a universally accepted principle. Eagle flies the closest to Great Mystery and, therefore, can see the past, present and future at a glance. She sees the flow of change. She alerts us to the changes so that we can respond appropriately. Eagle is the great illuminator and soars above us all, sometimes out of sight to us, but never out of its own sight. Eagle sees and hears all and sits in the east on the Medicine Wheel with the Elders and the direction of wisdom and guidance. "
"In other words, Eagle is connected both to the spirit of the Great Mystery and to the Earth and does both with ease. Eagle, therefore, is a powerful symbol of courage; that is why its feathers are such powerful tools for healing, and why there are special ceremonies for Eagle feathers. Eagle teaches us that it is okay to combine wisdom and courage -- it is okay to be wise enough to know that a change needs to be made in one's life and then finding the courage to execute the change. It is okay to gather our courage, for the universe presents us with opportunities to soar above the mundane levels of life; the test is the power to recognize opportunities. Do not, in other words, be afraid of the unknown. "
"Embracing wisdom and courage means to fly above life's difficulties and smell tobacco from the sacred pipes!"
Source: http://www.shannonthunderbird.com/symbols_and_meanings.htm
'The eagle, believed to be the only animal that could gaze straight into the light of the sun, is St. John, who in his Gospel soars into the mystery of the Incarnation of God so naturally and contemplates it so profoundly that he seems like an eagle flying toward the sun (Phoenix?). "
"Finally, as the eagle rises to the unknown heights, Christ rose to Heaven in the Ascension (Merkaba?)."
Source: http://www.traditioninaction.org/religious/f005rp.htm
"The eagle is a universal symbol representing the sun, power, authority, victory, the sky gods and the royal head of a nation. "
http://www.crossroad.to/Books/symbols1.html
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Teaching, Learning, Writing and Exchanging between Gods and Goddesses: Alchemy, Art and the Science of the Sacred Geometry, Philosopher's Stone, Healing and Identity
I arise this morning to attend school. In fact, this morning I arose from sleep, in a deep dream, from which I was taking an assignment from a Junior yet Manager, at his desk, and we both were being watched by our boss who came out of his office to stand at his doorway to view the handing over of the files; to view my receiving them, in a very fatherly, loving, supportive, “just making sure you are ok with this” kind of way. And then a bird fluttered at my window, so loudly that it sounded like my vehicle cover, flapping over/off/flying in the wind; Too loud to be a bird flapping…but my car was still covered; the wind nor breeze had stirred nothing, and no birds in sight; and it was too loud to be a bird….that is when I awakened.
Though it was too deep sleep and awakened at too sharp a start, I did get out of bed to try and catch morning TV about the Antismelter judgment; it was 6:56am. At about 8am, I went to email, which led me to Facebook. And there I arrived in school> new friends, who are enlightened, of different dimensions and elevated teachings; friends who are creating and using systems of food and fish production; friends who are bringing me closer to my mission on this platform of entertainment and banality; proof that FB can be what you seek of it; or be directed by your highest intention.
So, I arrive at school this morning to learn and teach of macarba, qui, sacred geometry, knowledge masked and hidden in art forms, and those of us, Healers, at a vortex, reclaiming the lost of Atlantis and the time upcoming that we are never to sleep but vanguard the movement.
I am learning, teaching and being taught; being elevated and brought closer to my mission and purpose …to manifest creation all the time, to complete the integration and rotation, to build on self, larger expanding light into the universe; the change is coming.
Sie:
Remember your sacred geometry....see the multi-colored star in my work.
The rotation of Left brain n Right brain, allowing you to turn your matter into a lightship.
As above so below.
i´ll send u some drawings on this...I´m from the order of ¨Horis¨ also the flying feathered
serpent....now I’m moving into the female school of ¨Isis¨.
So your rotation is important to us. to form 1ness.
Ven:
wow. you make my eyes tear up..i have been crying for three days straight...as above so
below...for happiness and deep sadness.
i wonder, do you know anyone who knows how to build buildings using sacred geometry?
how and when did you learn all that you know?
I have not been so informed in a conversation in a long time; cant even remember when last
Sie:
Today at 11:08am, you are the teacher...i´m just the student...remember the female of any
speices are the true Gods, the nurture or nature , u get it.?
So i´m humbled in your presence ....
Send me your email..i´ll have to formulate a long text for you my Lord.
Ven:
yes, i know, but i am lost too, kind of; or trying to ReMember all I know;
trying to Live and Produce and Manifest my internal vision, all the while I am lost from my people
and my clan...so you will see the waffling...I am Spirit Struggling through this Human form Life;
trying to reclaim what had been taken and lost to me from childhood...walking my way back,
so ...forgive me when I step off and down to be a student
Let me tell you something else, I have been told /revealed in readings that in past lives I have
been a student, and I keep wanting to be a student this life, but it is not for me to be a student in
this life and in fact I am to be a teacher, a Master Teacher. Another reading, from a palmist, says
I have the markings of a Master Teacher in my palms, the squares....could that be my sacred
geometry. or a part thereof
Thank you Son/Sun/
Ashe
Sie:
haaa. u make me laugh.
U see the real teacher is always a student.!!!!!!
Its called in-ward out-ward expansion. Geometry at its best.
Hold your hand out n see how its 90degrees from your body. now keep changing the
angles ...each angle represents a stage, a school...haaaaa and even a molecule or an atom in
rotation. you always build upon yourself...manifesting creation all the time.
Ven:
why did what i write make you laugh...did i read like a grandmother or something...or misread
what you said and it was amusing...or....you tell me ...
Sie:
no...u right on the money its in your face teacher! you are the geometry of movement n balance
the line the circle and the square.
i´ll send u diagrams that you once left for us to study back then.
i only laugh out of comfort, in the face of realness or 1ness.
((...restore you ectoplasma by eating dark green foods raw if u can.
Project you wishes n go do them, i told u there´s a votex opened in TnT, that may be why u feel
a bit drained....you need to stop listening to the noise around u, stop partaking in conversations
and focus on your job...by helping project the next dimension of 1ness here on Qui. Gods have
lost of work to do...we never rest.)
These are not our words… there´s no my only oneness
Sacred Alchemy of the Qui in Rotation
by Maven Huggins on Wednesday, June 17, 2009 at 1:03pm
I arise this morning to attend school. In fact, this morning I arose from sleep, in a deep dream, from which I was taking an assignment from a Junior yet Manager, at his desk, and we both were being watched by our boss who came out of his office to stand at his doorway to view the handing over of the files; to view my receiving them, in a very fatherly, loving, supportive, “just making sure you are ok with this” kind of way. And then a bird fluttered at my window, so loudly that it sounded like my vehicle cover, flapping over/off/flying in the wind; Too loud to be a bird flapping…but my car was still covered; the wind nor breeze had stirred nothing, and no birds in sight; and it was too loud to be a bird….that is when I awakened.
Though it was too deep sleep and awakened at too sharp a start, I did get out of bed to try and catch morning TV about the Antismelter judgment; it was 6:56am. At about 8am, I went to email, which led me to Facebook. And there I arrived in school> new friends, who are enlightened, of different dimensions and elevated teachings; friends who are creating and using systems of food and fish production; friends who are bringing me closer to my mission on this platform of entertainment and banality; proof that FB can be what you seek of it; or be directed by your highest intention.
So, I arrive at school this morning to learn and teach of macarba, qui, sacred geometry, knowledge masked and hidden in art forms, and those of us, Healers, at a vortex, reclaiming the lost of Atlantis and the time upcoming that we are never to sleep but vanguard the movement.
I am learning, teaching and being taught; being elevated and brought closer to my mission and purpose …to manifest creation all the time, to complete the integration and rotation, to build on self, larger expanding light into the universe; the change is coming.
Sie:
Remember your sacred geometry....see the multi-colored star in my work.
The rotation of Left brain n Right brain, allowing you to turn your matter into a lightship.
As above so below.
i´ll send u some drawings on this...I´m from the order of ¨Horis¨ also the flying feathered
serpent....now I’m moving into the female school of ¨Isis¨.
So your rotation is important to us. to form 1ness.
Ven:
wow. you make my eyes tear up..i have been crying for three days straight...as above so
below...for happiness and deep sadness.
i wonder, do you know anyone who knows how to build buildings using sacred geometry?
how and when did you learn all that you know?
I have not been so informed in a conversation in a long time; cant even remember when last
Sie:
Today at 11:08am, you are the teacher...i´m just the student...remember the female of any
speices are the true Gods, the nurture or nature , u get it.?
So i´m humbled in your presence ....
Send me your email..i´ll have to formulate a long text for you my Lord.
Ven:
yes, i know, but i am lost too, kind of; or trying to ReMember all I know;
trying to Live and Produce and Manifest my internal vision, all the while I am lost from my people
and my clan...so you will see the waffling...I am Spirit Struggling through this Human form Life;
trying to reclaim what had been taken and lost to me from childhood...walking my way back,
so ...forgive me when I step off and down to be a student
Let me tell you something else, I have been told /revealed in readings that in past lives I have
been a student, and I keep wanting to be a student this life, but it is not for me to be a student in
this life and in fact I am to be a teacher, a Master Teacher. Another reading, from a palmist, says
I have the markings of a Master Teacher in my palms, the squares....could that be my sacred
geometry. or a part thereof
Thank you Son/Sun/
Ashe
Sie:
haaa. u make me laugh.
U see the real teacher is always a student.!!!!!!
Its called in-ward out-ward expansion. Geometry at its best.
Hold your hand out n see how its 90degrees from your body. now keep changing the
angles ...each angle represents a stage, a school...haaaaa and even a molecule or an atom in
rotation. you always build upon yourself...manifesting creation all the time.
Ven:
why did what i write make you laugh...did i read like a grandmother or something...or misread
what you said and it was amusing...or....you tell me ...
Sie:
no...u right on the money its in your face teacher! you are the geometry of movement n balance
the line the circle and the square.
i´ll send u diagrams that you once left for us to study back then.
i only laugh out of comfort, in the face of realness or 1ness.
((...restore you ectoplasma by eating dark green foods raw if u can.
Project you wishes n go do them, i told u there´s a votex opened in TnT, that may be why u feel
a bit drained....you need to stop listening to the noise around u, stop partaking in conversations
and focus on your job...by helping project the next dimension of 1ness here on Qui. Gods have
lost of work to do...we never rest.)
These are not our words… there´s no my only oneness
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Revelations of Light and Identity
by Maven Huggins on Monday, June 15, 2009 at 9:51am
Goddess/Temptress of Love and Other Devotions
A Dawn to Dusk Play in Acts Infinite
Ending Scene Seven, Act: Eight, pg 965, A Not so New Revelation
IDNA: “But I mostly wanted to write that I am becoming a praying woman: Every morning, day and night, I read the appropriate psalm and say the needed prayer of the day and hour. Last night after saying Sunday night’s prayer, my hand held open, the book went to Psalm 46, just the prayer to settle quarrels— I was silenced and touched by the science of it all---exactly what was being put to me in my attempt to talk to someone who requested we talk—the woman down from me. She just does not like me for what I do not know. Even from the first time I met her on a beach outing. And she is not uncommon in her behavior.
EGAN: I think you must be prettier, fancier, powerful and emitting more light than you ever can imagine. “Believe in Yourself”. Maybe, you are a Goddess Temptress of Love and Other Devotions. And that is why the women, they hate you; and they collect their men from your presence, even on virtual fb. Maybe it is why the male healers are afraid to touch, enter or involve your light, energy and aura. Then to be more: Smart, Enlightened and Free! It is a wonder you haven’t been burned and excoriated at the stake. But that is also part of their dastard enmity. You are untouchable;
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Exploring the Full Ownership of Self;
by Maven Huggins on Monday, June 8, 2009 at 8:31pm
The problem is not vested in finding the ultimate philosophical answer to how everything works. It is, however, the question of “how should I live to optimize my experience of life“?, a question that is not only relevant but entirely subject to our beliefs about ourselves.
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Selflessness, in this respect, is the relocation of the responsibility of the outcome of your fate upon another person, a product of a person’s giving up his or her “self”. This happens when we allow another person or group to form our opinions for us mindlessly, when we relinquish our fate to the will of others, and when we settle for what society believes is right above our own best judgment. It is easy to be selfless, and through a person’s attempt to simplify his life by blinding himself to personal reality, that person is still selfish in a way that can hurt him.
This concept is illustrated in The Fountainhead, in which people are faced with the society’s glorification of mediocrity and the extent of effect of the spoken word on people’s beliefs. People within the society do not necessarily value talent, but rather the acknowledgment that comes from shameless conformation to the whims of the chosen arbiters of opinion. The society is geared toward “selflessness”, not only in refusing the pleasure of true art and form, but in refusing a personal opinion and a self-motivated goal.
It is, therefore, hardly a wonder that every attempt at socialism is an attempt to oust the individual out of existence. It is an unnatural way to keep people under control, and for that reason, Soviet authors (who only know this notion too well) employ commentaries within their works to serve as extreme facets of the ultimate vision. Andrei Platonov, in The Foundation Pit, for instance, writes how even groups of horses collectivized their hay. In Envy, Yuri Olesha characterizes the new, advanced man, as one who lives for the society, and not for himself, a machine devoid of unnecessary emotions. These are the ultimate forms of selflessness, not only because they are acts that further a society, but because they deny people of self.
Selfishness does not necessarily mean denying help, love, or greatness to others because of an extreme love for oneself and unwillingness to share glory, though this too can be selfishness. What I speak of is individuality and responsibility to oneself above all, even if this responsibility to oneself translates into the responsibility to others. This definition works particularly because a selfish person can acknowledge that even acts of love are selfish because they start from a desire to love.
You know how people long to be eternal. But they die with every day that passes. When you meet them, they’re not what you met last. In any given hour, they kill some part of themselves. They change, they deny, they contradict–and they call it growth. At the end there’s nothing left, nothing unrevered or unbetrayed; as if there had never been any entity, only a succession of adjectives fading in and out on an unformed mass. How do they expect a permanence which they have never held for a single moment?
This was Peter Keating, a mediocrity who thrived as a leech on the perceptions of others, talking about Howard Roark, a talented individualist who’s work had the intrinsic value of the art of a master. In the above quote, Peter recognizes that the liberty with which Roark works assures his immortality. Unlike Keating, whose talent was a manifestation of the whims of others, Roark lived for himself and his work was timeless. He allowed no one to tell him what to do or how to do it, and he lived with his principles, neither attacking nor desiring to be a part of society.
This is to say that being an individualist is very difficult, and those who choose the path may suffer tremendous criticism at the hands of others. People may not understand their reasoning and their zeal, just as people did not understand why Roark refused to take certain commissions as an architect. At the same time, individualists are free because they take responsibility for their own lives and they stop at nothing to do what is right by their own standards. This is selfish, but it is also liberating.
Where do (I) fit in? The novel, sadly, is far from the only place in which we see people relinquishing rights they have over themselves to others who do not seek and will not nurture the responsibility precisely because they too are merely worrying about looking good and not looking bad. Millions of people, at best, victimize themselves in their situations, and at worst, forge completely unfulfilling goals and live unfulfilling lives because of their own fear of themselves. It is in these cases that we may need to stop and ask ourselves where we are being selfless and why we are doing so. Why should we allow ourselves to live the cookie cutter versions of what we may perceive acceptable instead of the great lives that we can potentially be living?
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Those who have ever valued liberty for its own sake believed that to be free to choose, and not to be chosen for, is an unalienable ingredient in what makes human beings human. ~Isaiah Berlin
http://www.alexshalman.com/2009/01/08/selfishness-the-cure-to-your-philosophical-hangover/
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Reveries of a Solitary Walker
by Maven Huggins on Tuesday, May 26, 2009 at 3:29pm
Jean-Jacques Rousseau
" Rousseau would lie down in the boat and plunge into a deep reverie. How does one describe the experience of reverie: one is awake, but half asleep, thinking, but not in an instrumental, calculative or ordered way, simply letting the thoughts happen, as they will."
http://happydays.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/05/25/happy-like-god/
this is me what is happening to me when I awake with thoughts, answers, directions.etc.
"Rousseau asks, “What is the source of our happiness in such a state?” He answers that it is nothing external to us and nothing apart from our own existence. However frenetic our environment, such a feeling of existence can be achieved. He then goes on, amazingly, to conclude, “as long as this state lasts we are self-sufficient like God.”
God-like, then. To which one might reply: Who? Me? Us? Like God? Dare we? But think about it: If anyone is happy, then one imagines that God is pretty happy, and to be happy is to be like God. But consider what this means, for it might not be as ludicrous, hybristic or heretical as one might imagine. To be like God is to be without time, or rather in time with no concern for time, free of the passions and troubles of the soul, experiencing something like calm in the face of things and of oneself."
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The Like of Love, an ongoing journal
by Maven Huggins on Monday, May 4, 2009 at 6:38am
Flm/Screen Script
Woman, upon spying her husband as he approached her where she retreated to her sister after his affair with another woman (a black woman), woman and husband are Latino; she says to herself:
“Thank you God. You are so good to me.”
Woman, turns around and faces husband as he approaches, she says to husband:
“What are you doing here?”
Husband, the iInfidel replies, with as uncomplicated, unhindered truth, no guilt:
“I knew you would be too proud to return on your own, so I came to fetch you.”
From the film, Love in the Time of Cholera
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II.
Act Like a Lady...
"...the three ways a man shows you he loves you is by professing, providing, and protecting."
III.
Read me. Write me. Third Eye See me. Want me. Ask me to marry you -me
Love is loving the people who see you
Love is accepting those who make offers to you
Love is taking the love as it comes
Love is receiving what you asked for, and the unexpected of it too
That is love; or of it, the first real prospect
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