Anima meets Animus, the results tend to blend when allowed to unfold. Unify for Solidarity. A walking contradiction. No wonder there is such insanity.
My heart is a tough love. Made of rubber, she might blubber, yet, keeps her rhythm through every surreal adventure. I pay homage to my clock ticker. She takes a licking and keeps on ticking.
The heart is an enlightened muscle that gets bigger and better with use. Handle with care because it withers and dies when subject to abuse.
I prefer the heart love when merged with the brain love, found above. It disappears when the seeker attempts to control. Tough love is natural, it is authentic and trustworthy. Open the taps, we must allow the flow.
No other love will send me topsy turvey like the love of the heart, when she is merged with the brain. Whole love is not a brain drain. All judgement ceases when working in unison. Trust is an art, requiring collaboration. A necessary component in completing this magnetic connection.
I highly recommend this merge on Planet Bazaaro.
…and it’s that simple…how?
…become united, find common ground amongst your differences and use strength in numbers for peaceful protest, write poetry, songs and stories, build momentum, don’t let the ‘fear’ of government stifle the voice, trust if we move in this direction even without all the ‘how or what next’ planned out, the answers will follow.
Stop doubting your emotions, ‘they’ are screaming from the slow sucking festering wounds inflicted on the good citizens. We allowed these corupt leaders, the political to the corporate directors and so on, down the line. Shit rolls down hill!
…drive the government crazy! Let’s get rid of this antiquated global system. People forget that the only difference between those in charge and those who follow, is fear of the unknown. Whether it is the queen or a homeless person from the streets, who disrobes in the hospital, I can assure you, both, look exactly the same underneath the garb…maybe the most notable difference being the fat content BMI.
I suspect the queen has the perfect amount or maybe a bit more fat, however, very rarely is a homeless person overweight, and, typically are malnourished. Despite differences in body mass, all are mere mortals and equal, despite our many shapes and size; same suffering occurs; same colour blood flows and so on.
Consequently, both receive the exact same treatment. …why should it be different anywhere else, outside the wall of the hospital?
People are people. It is a powerful perception that wealth and being white somehow makes you smarter or better, it causes us ‘regular’ folk to be intimated and unempowered. Powerful people know this and can smell vulnerability. This is used to their full advantage and intimidation is a tool to exercise power. In laymen/women’s terms, it’s called ABUSE!
In between birth and death is all a crap shoot. Location, status, wealth and even health, all can be challenged at the right time. ..humans can’t help it if born into a rich family, just as the opposite is true. How odd a society that blindly accepts this is how ‘life’ works especially if fortune enough to be one of those born on the better side of the continuum.
Block out the ‘so called negative people who are just jealous because they have to grovel to try and get ahead. How many Leaders start out with nothing? It happens, but, typically these ones suffer from Stockholm syndrome. As in abused household, you are a whiner if you point out the differences and you certainly don’t let on your background is less than affluent. Hence, you learn how to play their game quickly, for fear you will be outed….think I’m kidding?
A ‘good’ government focuses on its people and listens. A good government treats its citizens equal and offers appropriate assistance wherever needed.
I have never experienced a ‘good government’ and although I was young in the ’70’s, the smirkish slimy grin Senior Trudeau gave, while providing the West a display of his middle finger, is an act I’ll never forget. ..as a young teen, the interpretation of this act was ‘Fuck you’ people of the West, you have no power and I will give you Nothing …that’s my impression and objectively, this is confirmed by our staggering poverty levels, discrimination and down right incompetence. The hole in the money bag gets bigger and bigger, as a matter of fact, the hole is so big, it needs a Damn to cover it 🙂
. ..this is not just subjective data and it is an image inprinted in many people’s memories, I was sure he should have been fired on the spot, no lawyers, no dragging through the courts, etc. ..same with Gordon Campbell and his drunk driving charge. For some reason, even MADD did not appear to challenge Gordon’s criminal record…for me, I was left trying to explain to my two young teen drivers, its okay to drink and drive, well over the limit, but, only when you’re a politician holidaying in a different country. No criminal record, no punishment, just a nice cushy job where he could practice the art of half smirks while delivering the next bone head idea. ..blah blah blah.
..the game is: Baffle with horseshit and while everyone’s head is spinning go in for the under table deals. ..no one will ever catch on. Reminds me of a three ring circus, in more ways than I care to think.
Wake up people. Time to engage the midstructual brain. The issues we are struggling with are all symptoms of a much larger toxic bio hazardous wound inflicted upon us over and over and over and over again. ..voting a different government will not stop the hemorrhage.
The use of objective data and transparency is a must. A halt to money wastage is imperative and maybe our choice should be to get rid of the almighty dollar. The solutions are endless, if we can get our shit together and start particpating in the values, ethics and morals we want to shape our world in.
There are enough people around the globe who are genius at their given passion, can you imagine the power, if these were the people helping us move in the direction we would rather move in…collaborative, teams mature enough not to resort to childish ’round tables’ finger pointing, deflecting political morons who are as shocked as us when voted in.
Collaborative teams understand the well being of the team is of the utmost importance. It is inclusive of all roles required to run an effective crisis or to problem solve what appears to be an insurmountable problem. A well oiled team is Empowering and spirit lifting.
I am so sick of seeing leadership grandstand photo ops. I’m afraid blindly ‘trusting the government’ days are disappearing/gone. We are in the Era where knowledge is the new currency. We need to speed up the process, so we can roll up our sleeves and turn the rotting compost into usable rich soil
….come on ‘PIGMENTS’ (a class of no colour) let’s show what respect, tolerance, openness, teamwork and love can conquer. Keep your spiritual beliefs and what days of the year you decide to recognize and celebrate to yourself, but, be open about what it means to the Universal whole.
This is how enlightenment starts.
(last sentence – purely subjective).
Live and let love flourish xo let’s get at er. …pitter patter
A rose will pose,
with unconditional woes
Tears it appears,
My childhood home is surrounded by oaks. An old creaky house, so full of, not so quiet, tricksters and ghosts.
So often, I imagine floating, laying supine on my bed, all five senses engaged and held by the limbs of the mighty dar.
High up above, the wind rages, the Druid knows, the sweet spot is found, bound in the roots of the underworld.
It is as simple as letting go. Embrace the thunder from the outraged Thor. Inevitably followed by lightning, the powerful electricity needed, to burn an entrance way. Magic reveals the passage through, to the layers of dimension.
I feel the power, I am a conduit, a connection to a fantastical place. I feel the unconditional acceptance of the sun God, Dagda, and in return, I become unconditional love, warmed by my father’s face.
The mighty dar, a majestic warrior, standing stoically, as the cycles of life flow into the deep vortex, as is, its natural state. My guarded vulnerability is safe, when I trust the embrace, of my familiar childhood soulmate.
Once mind has grown silent, nothing remains to keep me from falling into night, it’s silken blackness enfolding me.
It is a relief to let go,
no longer propping up
a cardboard form I thought was me.
I spread out, dispersing through the void,
feeling myself everywhere
in this Nowhere
that is home to only One.
From out of the silence, I hear sound— a soft and subtle crooning.
It is the song of the cool, black space
the song of the Beloved
And I follow it
Copyright Jasmin Lee Cori. First published in Light of Consciousness, Spring/Summer, 1998. Adapted here for web.
Feeling grateful, unique and in excellent company…
Hunter S. Thompson
Journalist and author
“I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that my instincts were right.”
Journalist and author
“I must have a prodigious quantity of mind; it takes me as much as a week sometimes to make it up.”
Writer and speaker on Buddhism
“Being brought up and ‘educated’ is a form of hypnosis, brainwashing, and indoctrination that is extremely difficult to survive with one’s senses intact.”
Carlin: “Inside every cynical person, there is a disappointed idealist.”