Yes, this order is known--perhaps too well. For I see, in my memory, the destiny I've followed, and thinking it was just chance or happenstance, I plodded along my furrows until I woke up in time to see just where did the sun set and where did it rise; and where it does shine. When I found this key to Pandora's Box, I became afraid because I then realized that all the plans I've laid did come to pass and not of Karma or lack or some other race of pace. I was the creator of my own life, the author of its dictates. No one to blame or fall down prostate and worship and pray that somehow I'd be better the next day or the next time. Surely I would know that there is a finite space in which to play this game and I'd go full out with my newly discovered rules; but I was a fool again (for love, or sin, or the wayward lost for costs). But the Phoenix did rise from her ashes now blown beyond any Universal order, and made a VOW to Self that I would fulfill my innermost desires--come what may or may not, I am on my way. Older yes, wiser (I wouldn't kid myself, would I?)?
The reign of time may not appear mine, to the outter limits of all crime and passion and lust of force. As long as I'm awake the Dream will yet take. Magic Carpets are never lost -- maybe stored for a fairer sky, a calmer berth I to myself might lie. So, perils aside, I've raised my umbrella, thrown away my hat, climbed aboard and set the fringes to another course. A course of course, why didn't I think of that? You see, the key is to stay awake, even though they offer anesthetics of all kinds, you are lost if you believe in their kind. Hold to the Promise you came in and ride for the sky before this tale is done and you must chose another one. Who knows what that will be? For better or worse, I'll write my letter to myself, and let the forces of a subtle but deafening roar, propel me over the seas to another shore where loves are lost, fortunes made, too much is cost in legends of the hungry and suffering tossed.
signed
zantu
The reign of time may not appear mine, to the outter limits of all crime and passion and lust of force. As long as I'm awake the Dream will yet take. Magic Carpets are never lost -- maybe stored for a fairer sky, a calmer berth I to myself might lie. So, perils aside, I've raised my umbrella, thrown away my hat, climbed aboard and set the fringes to another course. A course of course, why didn't I think of that? You see, the key is to stay awake, even though they offer anesthetics of all kinds, you are lost if you believe in their kind. Hold to the Promise you came in and ride for the sky before this tale is done and you must chose another one. Who knows what that will be? For better or worse, I'll write my letter to myself, and let the forces of a subtle but deafening roar, propel me over the seas to another shore where loves are lost, fortunes made, too much is cost in legends of the hungry and suffering tossed.
signed
zantu
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Re: you can have what you want...
Wed, May 17, 2006 - 6:17 AMpoetically phrased!
and yet, I would LOVE to know if you're actively using this form of neurosoftware in your life in some way...
share?
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Re: you can have what you want...
Fri, December 15, 2006 - 10:40 PMIt's been awhile since the last communique; however my life has been in the spin cycle & I am a bit dizzy from it all. I must remember to stay awake!. For while I napped, a dream fell into my lap! It took some startling modes of attention getting from the Universe (e.g., falling off a cliff just before Christmas last year); but we are way past that. YES. That is the answer to your question about the "neurosoftware" -- and I will say at the outset that if you are not a "patient player" don't even think about taking up the Pathway! You will soundly be rung like a bell! If I were to sit down and write all my "receipts" of what has been given (as I requested) I'd get an awful cramp in my hand!! Enough and to spare you all the details. My Heart is full, I am rising from my ashes once again and to another's view I would expect a round crack that would land me on my back!! For my life is not the usual one and never has been -- but that's not what I truly wanted anyway. Soo much of what has been going on is about the "unveiling of who I thought I was and who I really am." Now you need a strong constitution for this kind of work. It's not easy to see yourself stripped of all your patterns of gaining approval or being so saintly bidden and above it all....at last I let myself touch the Earth, the Sea and I became ME. My intense caring and forgiveness covered a broad change for now I included myself; and I acknowledged that I am as fully human and rife with wildness and provocation, exclamations and abominations and that I have no excuses left to hide from my Self, nor do I want to hide any more. I am the who that breathes and reaches out and sometimes get my hand left holding only the rain with hopeful eyes I will yet encounter pain.
That I AM is now all the same, while I can't keep up with the new rushes that tumble out of me when least expected. I've quit apologizing for me, my emotions, my passions, my aims -- well, there's a lot of work going on; but IT IS GOING ON! That is the good news. It is the old thing about "a problem in every Gift, and a Gift in every problem (challenge -- however you want to read it, pls. do so). My Center (my Energy) is reseting itself and I for the most part and just hanging on, not knowing where this ride of Mr. Toad's will land me; but know that I've been around before and it's time for a new frame for this lady's untamed shady lane.
We all go round again and again, the carosel of life is spent -- thinking this, I did, so that each time I went, I kept holding some back -- nonsense it made to me; hey, I want to be FREE. Use this body up...making trails through woods I've never known, peering into what I've not been shown. That's alright, I'll show myself. However I live my life from here on out, I live more of it for me. Now that is a damn Wish List to present the Universe with and I marvel daily when the answer is Yes! Yes, yes, yes...go on, with the blessed of everydayness...now there's a loop in my mind and I think it maybe someone of my kind. For we are but a few and pass through many lifetimes before we make or renew our memories again.
Be Well
~adithia~
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