Hunger of The Soul

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If I cried out, who would hear me up there, among the angelic orders? Rainer Maria Rilke

We reach for words to speak in a voice that is both intimate and majestic on the mysteries of human life and our attempt….. to translate the angels language…..

to use our self-consciousness to some advantage…. to transcend…. through our art and the imagination…. our self-deception and our fear.

There is no gentle here, but oh how it longs to be tender, and oh how it yearns to be soft.

“My library is an archive of longings.” 
― Susan Sontag, 
As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh

Far Side of Blooming

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“None of us is promised an easy life. There is nothing we can do to keep ourselves immune to trials, and we cannot eradicate painful feelings in our lives.
But even the most difficult seasons are not absent of God’s love. And this love changes us. This is what I want to tell you: on the far side of pain we don’t prefer, we find transformation we wouldn’t trade.”
― Nicole Zasowski, 
From Lost to Found:

Seems we have always been next door to Heaven…..

Like a glimpse in the peripheral vision…..the feeling is ever so quick, yet runs so deep in the marrow… you feel the wind of its calling….its moment…and you touch that glimpse all day long and each time..the heart expands and the anticipation in the Spirit vibrates….

We watch as clouds shape shift and break out into beautiful colors of our imaginations…..

we squint to squeeze a bit more time into the sensation….

At that very moment…gateways are opening…bridges crossed, vanish…and the most splendid horrible relief comes over you….

Breathe deep dear travelers…we are stepping into a new life…and as that might sound so beautiful and full of anticipated happiness…

Realize……Remember…..

.…awakening was a horrible relief…and courage came….while we dared to bloom through it all….

All flowers, in time…bend toward the Sun…….

“It is said there are flowers that bloom only once in a hundred years. Why should there not be some that bloom once in a thousand, in ten thousand years? Perhaps we never know about them simply because this “once in a thousand years” has come today.”
― Zamyatin, We

Far Side of the Moon

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“Practice is the hardest part of learning, and training is the essence of transformation.”
― Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts

Daily, a new door appears…like a domino effect….a new landscape enters the field of vision, and the doorway appears….

We are practicing the experience of the unknowing and by the days gloaming..we lay the day to rest….carry nothing into our slumber…

The dark night of the soul is that which is on display…

Pioneers of this ascension age….recognize the frequencies

Prayer keeps one steady…and elevates Conscious Christed Codes…..

This is for God to work out…

We are serving best…by remaining in our Highest signature…strengthening our Light

No attachment to judgements or fear..

Nothing will ever be the same…..

But we did not want “the same”

Did we not pray for the new way to be born?

It too…is a horrible relief..this transformation….. that we are accepting..as the World…turns…and we face the far side of the moon…..

“Only you can take inner freedom away from yourself, or give it to yourself. Nobody else can.”
― Michael A. Singer, The Untethered Soul: The Journey Beyond Yourself

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Busy Being Born

“I am large..I contain multitudes”…Walt Whitman

There are many elevations one must traverse…..while being born…

Hold the Love, hold the Peace ….and the hope of both….

Seeing things..we don’t want to see….

Loneliness…..is wearing us out…

while the notes of our soul…fall slowly…

In the name of good intentions

Using disease to contain us…

Programming fear while promoting promises…..

Awakened to the light…. means we see clearly…in the dark…

“I found out something I never knew:

I found out that my world was not the real world.”

– Robert F. Kennedy, 1968

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Those Who Walk With Giants (Confidence)

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The gravity filled moment, moved down one’s expression…..before gravity was ripped from ones vocabulary and the art of drifting was mastered……

Sometimes, the legacy of depression includes a wisdom beyond one’s years…… a depth of passion unexperienced by those who haven’t traveled to hell and back. 

Longing

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If I cried out, who would hear me up there, among the angelic orders?

Rainer Maria Rilke

We reach for words to speak in a voice that is both intimate and majestic on the mysteries of human life and our attempt….. to translate the angels language….. to use our self-consciousness to some advantage…. to transcend, through our art and the imagination, our self-deception and our fear.

There is no gentle here, but oh how it longs to be tender, and oh how it yearns to be soft.

“My library is an archive of longings.” 
― 
Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh

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Translated

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“The world cannot be translated;

 It can only be dreamed of and touched.”

― Dejan Stojanovic, The Creator

One that KNOWS, they do not know….. the mysteries of life opens to them…

It is a sensation of the Divine…the Sacred transformation of Being in relationship with the mystery  

Seeking without the knowing..without an outcome already connected …one is subject to touching that which will devour them…..and create them…..at the same time…

Words have memories and a history of their own…….one risks nemesis by uttering them from habitual repeating…

Divine translation is the essence of the unsaid….

“When you learn how to see with your eyes closed, you will know how to dream with your eyes open. Simone Wright

Suffering the Blooming

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“It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is” 
― 
W.B. Yeats

ALL that awaken…discover the self of illusion

In this illusion ..is that which we believed ourselves to be with such conviction..such immense thought of ourselves….we built a full body ….equipped the personality… with what we thought we knew….

“Maturity, one discovers, has everything to do with the acceptance of ‘not knowing.” 
― 
Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves

The light doesn’t sleep…it is always there….don’t give up….you are about to come alive….. honor your natural rhythm….and enter that soft spot just before the blooming…this is where…your true nature is revealed…

“There’s truths you have to grow into.” 
― 
H.G. Wells, Love and Mr. Lewisham

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Blooming Connections

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“Life is about pursuing the essence of creation” 
― Sunday Adelaja

Now we listen to feelings and understand what they have to say to us…Now we listen with a new ear, the ear of the heart

Now we recognize the thoughts that would censor our feelings. We realize this because we realize the sacred space we have become.

Our space is the space of unity. It is the space of ease because thoughts are no longer allowed their rule.

Life is the connecting tissue of the web of form with the Divine All. Life is consciousness. Christ consciousness is the awareness of what IS. It is the awareness of the connection and relationship of ALL to ALL. It is the merging of the unknowable and the knowable through movement, expression and BEING. ACOL

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Full Blooming Thoughts

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“What comes, when it comes, will be what it is.” 
― Alberto Caeiro, 
The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro

When you remove yourself from the self-held position of “meaning giver”, you let things be what they are and allowed to be what they are,..their meaning is naturally revealed ACOL C:22:15

Let your thoughts be formed by the rhythm of your own breath…where stillness is no longer empty…..

“I’m one of my sensations.” 
― Alberto Caeiro, 
The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro