DAY797 - Late Night Ruckus - Running With Lions

POWER OF THE LIGHT!

 

I love the magical, inspirational, empowering message that Lexi Marie is sharing in this video. The night setting, the little lantern, a couple of candles, and the power of the voices chanting, praying, affirming, hell...SHOUTING..."I won't get lost in the dark".

 

Oh My God, Oh my God, how that moves me...yes, it moves me...
I've been waiting, and waiting for this moment for so long, and...
We've been waiting, we've been waiting, for this moment for so long,

Ooh No, Ooh no, Ooh no...we won't get lost in the dark!

Waiting and waiting and waiting for sooo long,

Nooo...we won't be lost in the dark!

Our moment's come, our moment's now,

And we won't go down in the dark,

No we won't, no we won't, no we won't, no we won't,

We won't be lost in the dark.

 

Thanks! SNN

  

 

HEART'S ON FIRE - Tales of Love from the Street

HEART'S ON FIRE ... Tales of Love From the Street.

She walked like a moose, newly born, all gangly and falling, and then again not...

Her purse and her cigarette tossed from side to side, in an east side balancing act.
Her course uncharted, led her into the street, where cars caressed her uncertainty,
And wolves looked on with licking tongues, watching, waiting, hungrily hoping.
I pulled over, although I am still not sure why, maybe I could help, but help what.
She opened the door, looked in and said "like some company...are you going far?".
I heard myself say "get in!" and wondered to myself what I was doing, then silence.

Her face is heavily pimpled, her legs are black and blue, her fingernails are...gone,
Like she had recently had to claw her way out of some desperate, deadly situation.
I haven't driven a block and I look over...she is slumped over and she is asleep.
"What now...?" My mind is drawing a blank, what the hell am I doing, I keep going.
"Just get her away from there...the wolves and the cars, and God knows what else"
I keep driving, Jesus, I am now beginning to feel like someone doing something wrong.
Christ, this is definitely not going to look good on my resume, God, what am I doing?

I find a parking space, about a mile or so away, and pull in quickly "so no one can see".
I hear a voice in my head say "And now...?"
"Umm...excuse me, are you OK?" I ask.
She stirs a bit, although still slumped and says "$25 for a hand job or $50 for a blow job".
"I don't want either...I just want to know you are OK...are you OK?" She is asleep again.
"You can't stay, I have got to go." I yell.
"You fucking owe me $25..." she says, "and drive me back!"

So this spontaneous rescue is not going quite like I had thought it would.
"I owe you nothing and you are getting out here."
She sits up straighter and says "you fucking pay me or else...!"
"I have got to admire her pluck", I think to myself.
"Or what?'  I say with just a touch of a smile.
"What are you going to do..."I say, my curiosity now getting the best of me.
"I'll stick you with my purple tipped needle of death..."

Now I am not sure whether I have heard her right, or its my imagination, a poet?
She is fumbling with her ragged purse, and I am tempted to laugh but instead,
I say, "You will what?"
"Stick you with my needle" she says, "I have Aids",
I don't quite believe her, but I am willing to acknowledge its a great ploy.
"How long have you had it ?" I ask, "Four fucking years" she replies and shares
 some of the details...which may explain her gait, and distressed physical condition.

I feel my heart begin to stir, and I look at her more closely and notice her eyes, and
her sweet, innocent and beautiful soul. and as if to break the connection, I ask her
"How old are you?" and she replies, "31". I ask again and she says "I am 24".
But the connection has already been made, and I can feel her heart and all its pain.
I embrace it. She starts to cry as I start the car to go back. "Here take this"...I say, and
give her what I have...she continues to sob, as we drive. "I felt your heart, and I know
you felt mine..." I say, as she is exiting the car, a block from where I picked her up.
"Love was here today" I yell as she is leaving. "I know", she softly replies and is gone.

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There is, I believe, a place of judgement that assumes that the activities and behaviors of others..."what they do," is actually the same thing as..."who they are". It isn't!! This is especially so in the case of hookers, or even their Johns. My purpose, and the purpose of sharing this post, is that with enough love, grace and a little willingness we can all begin to rise above it.  SNN

PASSENGER - Heart's On Fire (Official Video)

HEART'S ON FIRE

I have often used this expression to describe the many Light-Bearers present and accounted for at this time in the development of the planet and mankind. People whose Love and Passion are so alive that it seems like their "heart is on fire". In religious symbolism, it has been called the "Sacred Heart" and is usually referencing the heart of Jesus and shown engulfed in flames.

The challenge for these sweet "Sacred Hearts", is that their purely personal relationships, while they can temporarily become the object of this love, cannot be sustained. When this happens, the Sacred Lover is left feeling like he/she had gone too far in love or loved too deeply or too much. It is possible for these relationships to become transformed and purified in the Sacred Fire of Love, but this is not an easy path at this time. SNN

I long for a Sacred Love, where my heart is all on fire, and I am all consumed in my lover's eyes, and yet born again each day...to share this love with you.   Anon.

WELL I DON'T KNOW WHY...

"Well I don't know how and I don't know why, but when something's living, well you can't say die, you feel like laughing but you start to cry, I don't know how and I don't know why..." Passenger

I Don't Know Why...

It's the third time in ten minutes and he is at our table again.  "Is there anything I can get you...?" I look up to see our waiter at our table ...again. I am with a friend I haven't seen in several years. We live in the same city, not really that far apart, but we just haven't been in touch. We are busy catching each other up...and there he is again, and it is beginning to get annoying.

I am not sure why we haven't been in touch. We like each other, and share some things in common, on a couple of levels at least - vodka caesars, unfulfilled dreams, and a deep desire to be of value to others in spite of our mutual distaste of people. I am in the midst of transitioning through a deep current of darkness and anger following an extended period of fasting and meditation. Go figure! I have decided it best to quarantine myself from my partner and son for a while in order to contain it. It is irritating and painful and I don't know why.

I have called her in an act of intuitive impulsivity, almost as if we've been closely in touch and there has never been any separation. "Hi Tracy, I am in the neighbourhood, are you free to go for a coffee or drink?" I ask. "I could be there in about 20 minutes..." Clearly, I had caught her by surprise...but I explained, "You have been on my mind for a while."  A brief pause and then,  "Umm...well OK...20 minutes, sure, do you remember where I live?"

As we sit up-dating at a local restaurant, a couple of caesars in...here he is again, for no good reason that I can see, asking us if we want anything, when it is quite clear that we don't. I am thinking, "Yeah, we would like for you to just go away!" As I explore how I am going to share that in some socially acceptable way, I notice his expression and hesitate for a moment...and as I do I am overwhelmed with a feeling of grief and sadness bordering on a level of despair. I forget myself for a moment, just a moment, but that's all it takes...I begin to feel a vulnerability, albeit a sanctioned vulnerability, that quickly turns to tears as I release myself to my heart, that soft and gentle caring part I keep so well hidden and buried deep inside. Those tears, those goddam tears, those tears that always give me away, that reveal to me and everyone else that this is no Joe Cool here...nope, this is...someone else.

"You wouldn't be a Pisces, would you?" I say taking note of the surprised expression on his face. "Why yes...how did you know?"  he replies. I choose to ignore his question and feel the energetic connection deepen. "You're not very happy here are you? "Well...uh...," he hesitates and I can see the question has caused him to feel uneasy. "What was it you really wanted to be doing.....?"  I ask, as if he might find that question a bit less awkward to respond to. "Well, actually I had applied to a school for the creative arts. I was not accepted." A sadness crosses his face and his head tilts slightly.  "I really had hoped to get in, but my application was rejected, and so I guess I just decided to get on with making a living."   His resignation and sadness were evident as he swept some nonexistent crumbs off the table. "Are you aware that I can see your sadness about that choice?" I asked. "Yes", he replied in a surprisingly relaxed way. "Do you want to know what else I see?"  I asked without really waiting for his reply.  "Your original creative impulse, which moved you to apply to the school, was the real, deeper truth here for you...but a part of you has given up on the dream of your creative expression... and the sadness of that choice has brought you here to our table. "Nothing happens by chance," I said, "and my friend, and if you could see what I can see, you would see that your light is still lit and it is burning brightly, just awaiting your return. You can make a choice, and you can make it tonight, to remember your gift and to set it right...!" He brightened and then brightened again.  "Thank you," he said. "Thank you so much, so very much for that." He smiled and backed away gracefully, leaving a quiet peaceful space where he had stood.

Three caesars later, he helped us smuggle two untouched drinks out of the restaurant in a soup container. I looked back at him as we made our getaway. He smiled quietly at the two of us and mouthed a silent thank you.

"And I...well all I seem to do is cry...and I don't seem to know the reason why...why I just can't seem to say goodbye"   SNN

PASSENGER -: "Scare Away the Dark" Live @ Wonder Ballroom 7-14

LOST IN THE DARK

I attended a poetry reading recently and in the midst of the reading, the reader took out her guitar and began to strum a rhythm that immediately caught everyone's attention. She then invited everyone to join her in chanting "I will not be lost in the dark" while she strummed the rhythm over and over. It was a very powerful, inspirational and moving moment and a statement of the reality we are choosing to create for ourselves during these times. "We will not be lost in the dark..."! SNN 

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PASSENGER - Whispers (Official Video)

MY WISH FOR YOU:
That each of you, who hear this beautiful piece by Passenger, could simply take its flow and rhythm with you - in your heart, and let its intensity and power move and guide you from within, until all the outer noise and scatter fall away-and then maybe, just maybe-you will hear "a whisper". SNN

PASSENGER - Things you've never done

OUR DEEPEST REGRETS ARE ALWAYS...

It is said that once a point of no return is reached in our life (and in our relationships), our deepest regrets will always  have to do with ... the things we didn't do! Our relationship to a person is always a mirror of our relationship to our life. What are the things that you are being so right about now, in your relationship(s), that you would rather die than change. Make no mistake here, this is also a mirror of your relationship to your life. What do you feel your deepest regret would be if you died holding on to that position. Really...what has that ever accomplished for you. Wouldn't it be wiser sometimes to take a position that opens the door to a bit more light in your life, like "maybe, I am not totally right about this".  It doesn't mean you are wrong, just that you are not "dying to be right".  And besides, if you are that committed to being that right about whatever, doesn't that beg the question...why?SNN

LIFE PURPOSE

Life Purpose quotes:

These are here, perhaps, because one of them will speak to you, if not now, then maybe at some later point when you would least expect it, you will recall...

“Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary.”  Cecil Beaton

 “I work really hard at trying to see the big picture and not getting stuck in ego. I believe we’re all put on this planet for a purpose, and we all have a different purpose… When you connect with that love and that compassion, that’s when everything unfolds.”  Ellen DeGeneres

 

“The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.” Pablo Picasso

 

 

“The important thing is that men should have a purpose in life. It should be something useful, something good.” Dalai Lama

 

 

“The main purpose of life is to live rightly, think rightly, act rightly. The soul must languish when we give all our thought to the body.” Mahatma Gandhi

 

“When you dance, your purpose is not to get to a certain place on the floor. It’s to enjoy each step along the way.” Wayne Dyer

 

 

“I am here for a purpose and that purpose is to grow into a mountain, not to shrink to a grain of sand. Henceforth will I apply ALL my efforts to become the highest mountain of all and I will strain my potential until it cries for mercy.” Og Mandino

 

 

“As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being.” Carl Jung

 

 

“Any idea, plan, or purpose may be placed in the mind through repetition of thought.” Napoleon Hill

 

 

“Learn to get in touch with the silence within yourself, and know that everything in life has purpose. There are no mistakes, no coincidences, all events are blessings given to us to learn from.” Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

TO ALL WHO HAVE JOURNEYED THIS FAR...

TO ALL WHO HAVE COME THIS FAR AND ARE UNSURE ABOUT JOURNEYING FURTHER....

"Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go."- T.S. Eliot 

KONGOS - As We Are

The Call...

I once spent 30 days, on a journey of meditation, healing, and growth. Upon emergence, I all at once came to a realization that humanity..."As We Are"...doesn't stand a whole heck of a lot of chance of really and truly moving higher in our spiritual evolution. In that moment, it became clear to me, that without the conscious, courageous, living embodiment of each loving presence, and the enlightened expression of all those who have labored long in the service of mankind, and who still hold the light... we may well be lost.

And yet, even now, the Call remains, and echoes in the hearts and souls of all who would stay at such a time, for no other reason than they care that much and they still hold a higher vision for us all. SNN

PASSENGER - All The Little Lights

Our Little Lights...

Each unresolved trauma in our life can cause "a little light" in our heart to go out and as a result, the sweet gift that was there to be freely given remains, unwrapped, and hidden. We die a bit each time this happens... a bit of life, a bit of love, and a bit of hope, disappears. And yet with even a little willingness, a little forgiveness, and a bit of grace, we can choose once again to give our heart back to life, our light back to humanity, and our gifts back to the world.

The Purpose of Life Part II

The Purpose of Life - Part 2

OK, I believe this part is just a tad closer to the heart of the matter...in terms of what we may be experiencing and encountering on a human level. Just as beautifully done and a little closer to home.
If none of it seems to makes sense that may be because sometimes none of it seems to make sense.

The Purpose of Life Part 1

The Purpose of Life

This title seems just a trifle lofty by Swami's standards but is included for all those who seek a more cognitive and/or a less intuitive approach to life/spirituality. There can be no question that these are unusual times for humanity, or that there is more happening than meets the eye. The concept of Ascension is just one such thing. It may or may not appeal to you.

I include it because, in my humble opinion, its a close approximation of what cannot really be approximated. Swami loves these little paradoxical statements, (so please don't take offense), and it is very beautifully done. So please help yourself...