PURRING IN CORE
(WITHOUT PERSONAL VOLITIONS)
DUE TO ALL
THAT HAPPENS MAKING SENSE TO INNER ORIGINAL CORE…
…
IT’S ALL NON-SENSE DUE TO BIG SENSE OF ALL’S
POSSESSION & ORCHESTRATION
….
SUCH DELICIOUS REMINDERS
DUE TO FOLLY AND WASTE OF LINGERING IN
THOUGHTS/WORDS/EXPLANATIONS
THAT CAN ONLY BE EXPERIENCED AS
ENTOMBMENTS OF SUFFOCATION
…..
ALIGNED
=
BEING SOURCE OF BREATH
ew
4:43 AM-5/2/19
(WITHOUT PERSONAL VOLITIONS)
DUE TO ALL
THAT HAPPENS MAKING SENSE TO INNER ORIGINAL CORE…
…
IT’S ALL NON-SENSE DUE TO BIG SENSE OF ALL’S
POSSESSION & ORCHESTRATION
….
SUCH DELICIOUS REMINDERS
DUE TO FOLLY AND WASTE OF LINGERING IN
THOUGHTS/WORDS/EXPLANATIONS
THAT CAN ONLY BE EXPERIENCED AS
ENTOMBMENTS OF SUFFOCATION
…..
ALIGNED
=
BEING SOURCE OF BREATH
ew
4:43 AM-5/2/19
In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. ...
... It is then burst into flame
by an encounter with another human being.
We should all be thankful for those people
who rekindle the inner spirit.
Albert Schweitzer
by an encounter with another human being.
We should all be thankful for those people
who rekindle the inner spirit.
Albert Schweitzer
Land Softly
Swim Sweetly
&
Think Nothing.
AHHHHHH!!!
EXHALE!!!!
Rosie
ll/3/18
Swim Sweetly
&
Think Nothing.
AHHHHHH!!!
EXHALE!!!!
Rosie
ll/3/18
This Blossom is Evershining in yard as we return from dark, dark clouds sunrise time.
LOVE IS THE ONLY FREEDOM IN THE WORLD
BECAUSE IT SO ELEVATES THE SPIRIT
THAT THE LAWS OF HUMANITY AND THE PHENOMENA OF NATURE
DO NOT ALTER ITS COURSE.
K. Gibran
BECAUSE IT SO ELEVATES THE SPIRIT
THAT THE LAWS OF HUMANITY AND THE PHENOMENA OF NATURE
DO NOT ALTER ITS COURSE.
K. Gibran
THE REKINDLING OF SPLENDOUR
“The wildness in the human soul is really the only splendour, an echo of God.
Some might call it freedom.”
Taylor Caldwell
(Note: This quote in very old file in dmm archives..
...before Ms Google was invented...
cannot now find via Google that Taylor Caldwell wrote or said this)
You touched that wildness deep within today, my Beloved….only God has been able to embrace that fully…that’s a wildness no human has touched as you do.
What would happen if you tamed that deep within me?”
dmm/ew
mid 1980's
TN Woods
**************************
Also Shared Here:
https://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-youthanasia-sanctarii/rekindling-of-splendour-milestoneday-of-core-silence
See Read More
below AFTERNOON photos for full Sharing of
THE REKINDLING OF SPLENDOUR
“The wildness in the human soul is really the only splendour, an echo of God.
Some might call it freedom.”
Taylor Caldwell
(Note: This quote in very old file in dmm archives..
...before Ms Google was invented...
cannot now find via Google that Taylor Caldwell wrote or said this)
You touched that wildness deep within today, my Beloved….only God has been able to embrace that fully…that’s a wildness no human has touched as you do.
What would happen if you tamed that deep within me?”
dmm/ew
mid 1980's
TN Woods
**************************
Also Shared Here:
https://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-youthanasia-sanctarii/rekindling-of-splendour-milestoneday-of-core-silence
See Read More
below AFTERNOON photos for full Sharing of
THE REKINDLING OF SPLENDOUR
AFTERNOON
TOTAL SURRENDER
John McIntosh
“I surrender … except for this.”
This is how the false self surrenders when it comes knocking.
John McIntosh
“I surrender … except for this.”
This is how the false self surrenders when it comes knocking.
For most in the beginning,
surrender arises due to intense suffering.
It is often expressed as ‘giving up’ rather than ‘giving in’,
which is much different.
The ‘giving up’ kind of surrender ‘bargains’ much like most prayers,
asking for relief or gifts of some kind in exchange
for a conditioning obedience,
and it is NOT authentic.
surrender arises due to intense suffering.
It is often expressed as ‘giving up’ rather than ‘giving in’,
which is much different.
The ‘giving up’ kind of surrender ‘bargains’ much like most prayers,
asking for relief or gifts of some kind in exchange
for a conditioning obedience,
and it is NOT authentic.
True surrender recognizes
that there is a higher power
that can take care of Life far better
than the body/mind can
and releases ‘everything’ to IT.
It does not say;
“I surrender all, except for this or that,
which I will continue to monitor and intervene with
… just in case.”
that there is a higher power
that can take care of Life far better
than the body/mind can
and releases ‘everything’ to IT.
It does not say;
“I surrender all, except for this or that,
which I will continue to monitor and intervene with
… just in case.”
True surrender is total or not at all.
‘Thy will be done’ is one way to acknowledge this
[if that resonates with you].
It is another way of saying YES to ‘What Is’,
accepting that in some way
‘What Is’ is an aspect of what is Perfect
for your highest purpose
[despite not knowing what that is].
‘Thy will be done’ is one way to acknowledge this
[if that resonates with you].
It is another way of saying YES to ‘What Is’,
accepting that in some way
‘What Is’ is an aspect of what is Perfect
for your highest purpose
[despite not knowing what that is].
Until you have stepped off
the ‘illusionary’ wheel of karma - totally Free,
it will shape your destiny in the grand dream
and in doing so expose that which is NOT you.
the ‘illusionary’ wheel of karma - totally Free,
it will shape your destiny in the grand dream
and in doing so expose that which is NOT you.
It is a bitter-sweet blessing in that respect
and part of the unfolding Will of the God-SELF You Are
to return you to
‘Your Freedom’.
https://www.johnmcintosh.info/post/total-surrender
and part of the unfolding Will of the God-SELF You Are
to return you to
‘Your Freedom’.
https://www.johnmcintosh.info/post/total-surrender
The Outsiders
We tend to look
much like the others.
We walk with the same hesitation
or else perhaps vibrant step.
We go to the same
schools,
write on the same subjects,
sing in the same choirs.
We tend to look
much like the others.
We walk with the same hesitation
or else perhaps vibrant step.
We go to the same
schools,
write on the same subjects,
sing in the same choirs.
But sometimes they know
that we are different,
as if we are aware of something
beyond what the others
command.
They look on us
as odd, strange,
a bit eccentric.
that we are different,
as if we are aware of something
beyond what the others
command.
They look on us
as odd, strange,
a bit eccentric.
They think we have unusual
hobbies,
follow strange beliefs,
bow to secret gods.
hobbies,
follow strange beliefs,
bow to secret gods.
Not until we leave
and our papers explain
do they realize
that we were the other,
the ones from elsewhere
who mingled
unnoticed for so long.
and our papers explain
do they realize
that we were the other,
the ones from elsewhere
who mingled
unnoticed for so long.
Only then do they understand
the look in our eyes,
the distant gaze, the intent focus,
as if we were listening
to a song
they did not hear.
Dorothy Walters
April 26, 2019
https://kundalinisplendor.blogspot.com/
the look in our eyes,
the distant gaze, the intent focus,
as if we were listening
to a song
they did not hear.
Dorothy Walters
April 26, 2019
https://kundalinisplendor.blogspot.com/
The truth need not be veiled,
for it veils itself from the eyes of the ignorant.
Hazrat Inayat Khan
Bowl of Saki - 5/2/19
for it veils itself from the eyes of the ignorant.
Hazrat Inayat Khan
Bowl of Saki - 5/2/19
See Read More Below
Full Sharing of
The Rekindling of Splendour
Bowl of Saki 5/2/19
+
Additional Afternoon Photos
THE REKINDLING OF SPLENDOUR
“The wildness in the human soul is really the only splendour, an echo of God.
Some might call it freedom.”
Taylor Caldwell
You touched that wildness deep within today, my Beloved….only God has been able to embrace that fully…that’s a wildness no human has touched as you do.
What would happen if you tamed that deep within me?”
dmm/ew
mid 1980's
TN Woods
**************************
From
Like Water for Chocolate
Laura Esquirel
The doctor placed a small amount of phosphorus in a tube that was closed at one end and full of mercury. He melted the phosphorus by holding the tube over the flame of a candle. Then, using a small bell jar containing oxygen, he transferred the gas to the jar, very, very slowly. When the oxygen reached the top of the jar, where it encountered the melted phosphorus, an explosion occurred, brilliant, instantaneous, like a flash of lightening.
“As you see, within our bodies each of us has the elements needed to produce phosphorus. And let me tell you something I’ve never told a soul. My grandmother had a very interesting theory; she said that each of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we can’t strike them all by ourselves; just as in the experiment, we need oxygen and a candle to help. In this case, the oxygen, for example, would come from the breath of the person you love. The candle could be any kind of food, music, caress, word, or sound that engenders the explosion that lights one of the matches.
For a moment we are dazzled by an intense emotion. A pleasant warmth grows within us, fading slowly as time goes by, until a new explosion comes along to revive it. Each person has to discover what will set off those explosions in order to live, since the combustion that occurs when one of them is ignited is what nourishes the soul That fire, in short, is its food. If one doesn’t find out in time what will set off these explosions, the box of matches dampens, and not a single match will ever be lighted.
If that happens, the soul flees from the body and goes to wander among the deepest shades, trying in vain to find food to nourish itself, unaware that only the body it left behind, cold and defenseless, is capable of providing that food.”
How true these words were! Nobody knew it better than she. Unfortunately, she had to admit that her own matches were damp and moldy. No one would ever be able to light another one again. And the saddest thing was that she knew what set off her explosions, but each time she had managed to light a match, it had persistently been blown out.
“That’s why it’s important to keep your distance from people who have frigid breath. Just their presence can put out the most intense fire, with results we’re familiar with. If we stay a good distance away from those people, it’s easier to protect ourselves from being extinguished. There are many ways to dry out a box of damp matches, but you can be sure, there is a cure.”
“You must of course take care to light the matches one at a time. If a powerful emotion should ignite them all at once they would produce a splendour so dazzling that it would illuminate far beyond what we can normally see; and then a brilliant tunnel would appear before our eyes, revealing the path we forgot the moment we were born, and summoning us to regain the divine origin we had lost. The soul ever longs to return to the place from which it came, leaving the body lifeless………”
(Years later when the two Beloveds can at last totally join)
Pedro place Tita on the bed and slowly removed her clothing, piece by piece. After caressing each other, gazing at each other with infinite passion, they released the passion that had been contained for so many years. Tita was experiencing a climax so intense that her closed eyes glowed, and a brilliant tunnel appeared before her.
She didn’t want to die. She wanted to explore these emotions many more times. This was just the beginning.
She tried to still her breathing, and only then did she hear the flutter of the wings of the last doves as they flew off. Apart from that sound she heard only their hearts beating fiercely. She could feel Pedro’s heart pounding against her chest. Suddenly the pounding ceased. A mortal silence spread through the room. It took her but a moment to realize that Pedro was dead.
With Pedro died the possibility of ever again lighting her inner fire, with him went all the candles. She knew that the natural heat that she was now feeling would cool little by little, consuming itself as rapidly as if it lacked fuel to maintain itself.
Surely Pedro had died at the moment of ecstasy when he entered the luminous tunnel. She regretted not having done the same. Now it would never again be possible to see that light, because she could no longer feel anything. She would but wander through the shadows for eternity, alone, all alone. She would have to find some way, even if it was an artificial one, of striking a fire that would light the way back to her origin and to Pedro. But first she had to thaw the freezing chill that was beginning to paralyze her. She got up and went running to the enormous bedspread that she had woven through night after night of solitude and insomnia, and she threw it over her. She pulled from her bureau drawer a box of candles. She needed to have plenty of fuel in her body. She began to eat the candles out of the box one by one.
As she chewed each candle she pressed her eyes shut and tried to reproduce the most moving memories of her and Pedro. The first time she saw him, the first time their hands touched, the first bouquet of roses, the first kiss, the first caress, the first time they made love. In this she was successful; when the candle she chewed made contact with the torrid images she evoked, the candle began to burn. Little by little her vision began to brighten until the tunnel again appeared before her eyes. There at its entrance was the luminous figure of Pedro waiting for her. Tita did not hesitate. She let herself go to the encounter, and they wrapped each other in a long embrace; again experiencing an amorous climax, they left together for the lost Eden. Never again would they be apart.
At that moment the fiery bodies of Pedro and Tita began to throw off glowing sparks. They set on fire the bedspread, which ignited the entire ranch. The animals had fled just in time to save themselves from the inferno! The dark room was transformed into an erupting volcano. It cast stone and ash in every direction. When the stones reached high enough, they exploded into multicolored lights. From miles away, people in neighboring towns watched the spectacle…thinking it was fireworks celebrating the wedding of Alex and Experanza. But when the fires continued for a week, they came to get a closer look.
A layer of ash several yards high covered the entire ranch. They say that under those ashes every kind of life flourished, making the land the most fertile in the region.
***************
LOVE IS THE ONLY FREEDOM IN THE WORLD
BECAUSE IT SO ELEVATES THE SPIRIT
THAT THE LAWS OF HUMANITY AND THE PHENOMENA OF NATURE
DO NOT ALTER ITS COURSE.
K. Gibran
“The wildness in the human soul is really the only splendour, an echo of God.
Some might call it freedom.”
Taylor Caldwell
You touched that wildness deep within today, my Beloved….only God has been able to embrace that fully…that’s a wildness no human has touched as you do.
What would happen if you tamed that deep within me?”
dmm/ew
mid 1980's
TN Woods
**************************
From
Like Water for Chocolate
Laura Esquirel
The doctor placed a small amount of phosphorus in a tube that was closed at one end and full of mercury. He melted the phosphorus by holding the tube over the flame of a candle. Then, using a small bell jar containing oxygen, he transferred the gas to the jar, very, very slowly. When the oxygen reached the top of the jar, where it encountered the melted phosphorus, an explosion occurred, brilliant, instantaneous, like a flash of lightening.
“As you see, within our bodies each of us has the elements needed to produce phosphorus. And let me tell you something I’ve never told a soul. My grandmother had a very interesting theory; she said that each of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we can’t strike them all by ourselves; just as in the experiment, we need oxygen and a candle to help. In this case, the oxygen, for example, would come from the breath of the person you love. The candle could be any kind of food, music, caress, word, or sound that engenders the explosion that lights one of the matches.
For a moment we are dazzled by an intense emotion. A pleasant warmth grows within us, fading slowly as time goes by, until a new explosion comes along to revive it. Each person has to discover what will set off those explosions in order to live, since the combustion that occurs when one of them is ignited is what nourishes the soul That fire, in short, is its food. If one doesn’t find out in time what will set off these explosions, the box of matches dampens, and not a single match will ever be lighted.
If that happens, the soul flees from the body and goes to wander among the deepest shades, trying in vain to find food to nourish itself, unaware that only the body it left behind, cold and defenseless, is capable of providing that food.”
How true these words were! Nobody knew it better than she. Unfortunately, she had to admit that her own matches were damp and moldy. No one would ever be able to light another one again. And the saddest thing was that she knew what set off her explosions, but each time she had managed to light a match, it had persistently been blown out.
“That’s why it’s important to keep your distance from people who have frigid breath. Just their presence can put out the most intense fire, with results we’re familiar with. If we stay a good distance away from those people, it’s easier to protect ourselves from being extinguished. There are many ways to dry out a box of damp matches, but you can be sure, there is a cure.”
“You must of course take care to light the matches one at a time. If a powerful emotion should ignite them all at once they would produce a splendour so dazzling that it would illuminate far beyond what we can normally see; and then a brilliant tunnel would appear before our eyes, revealing the path we forgot the moment we were born, and summoning us to regain the divine origin we had lost. The soul ever longs to return to the place from which it came, leaving the body lifeless………”
(Years later when the two Beloveds can at last totally join)
Pedro place Tita on the bed and slowly removed her clothing, piece by piece. After caressing each other, gazing at each other with infinite passion, they released the passion that had been contained for so many years. Tita was experiencing a climax so intense that her closed eyes glowed, and a brilliant tunnel appeared before her.
She didn’t want to die. She wanted to explore these emotions many more times. This was just the beginning.
She tried to still her breathing, and only then did she hear the flutter of the wings of the last doves as they flew off. Apart from that sound she heard only their hearts beating fiercely. She could feel Pedro’s heart pounding against her chest. Suddenly the pounding ceased. A mortal silence spread through the room. It took her but a moment to realize that Pedro was dead.
With Pedro died the possibility of ever again lighting her inner fire, with him went all the candles. She knew that the natural heat that she was now feeling would cool little by little, consuming itself as rapidly as if it lacked fuel to maintain itself.
Surely Pedro had died at the moment of ecstasy when he entered the luminous tunnel. She regretted not having done the same. Now it would never again be possible to see that light, because she could no longer feel anything. She would but wander through the shadows for eternity, alone, all alone. She would have to find some way, even if it was an artificial one, of striking a fire that would light the way back to her origin and to Pedro. But first she had to thaw the freezing chill that was beginning to paralyze her. She got up and went running to the enormous bedspread that she had woven through night after night of solitude and insomnia, and she threw it over her. She pulled from her bureau drawer a box of candles. She needed to have plenty of fuel in her body. She began to eat the candles out of the box one by one.
As she chewed each candle she pressed her eyes shut and tried to reproduce the most moving memories of her and Pedro. The first time she saw him, the first time their hands touched, the first bouquet of roses, the first kiss, the first caress, the first time they made love. In this she was successful; when the candle she chewed made contact with the torrid images she evoked, the candle began to burn. Little by little her vision began to brighten until the tunnel again appeared before her eyes. There at its entrance was the luminous figure of Pedro waiting for her. Tita did not hesitate. She let herself go to the encounter, and they wrapped each other in a long embrace; again experiencing an amorous climax, they left together for the lost Eden. Never again would they be apart.
At that moment the fiery bodies of Pedro and Tita began to throw off glowing sparks. They set on fire the bedspread, which ignited the entire ranch. The animals had fled just in time to save themselves from the inferno! The dark room was transformed into an erupting volcano. It cast stone and ash in every direction. When the stones reached high enough, they exploded into multicolored lights. From miles away, people in neighboring towns watched the spectacle…thinking it was fireworks celebrating the wedding of Alex and Experanza. But when the fires continued for a week, they came to get a closer look.
A layer of ash several yards high covered the entire ranch. They say that under those ashes every kind of life flourished, making the land the most fertile in the region.
***************
LOVE IS THE ONLY FREEDOM IN THE WORLD
BECAUSE IT SO ELEVATES THE SPIRIT
THAT THE LAWS OF HUMANITY AND THE PHENOMENA OF NATURE
DO NOT ALTER ITS COURSE.
K. Gibran
Also Shared Here:
https://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-youthanasia-sanctarii/rekindling-of-splendour-milestoneday-of-core-silence
https://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-youthanasia-sanctarii/rekindling-of-splendour-milestoneday-of-core-silence
~ The truth need not be veiled,
for it veils itself from the eyes of the ignorant.
Hazrat Inayat Khan
Commentary by Hazrat Inayat Khan:
The soul, absorbed in its child-like fancies in things that it values and to which it gives importance, and in the beings to which it attaches itself, blinds itself by the veils of its illusion. Thus it covers with a thousand veils its own truth from its own eyes.
from https://wahiduddin.net/mv2/I/I_III_3.htm
Truth is vaster than any frame we can make to put it in.
Besides, no matter what frame we make for truth to be presented in,
an unawakened soul will never see it, but will only see the frame.
from https://wahiduddin.net/mv2/XII/XII_III_1.htm
With still another step further there comes the realization which may be called revelation. When the soul is tuned to that state, then the eyes and the ears of the heart are open to see and hear the word that comes from all sides. In point of fact every atom of this world, either in heaven or earth, speaks and speaks aloud. It is the deaf ears of the heart and the closed eyes of the soul which prevent man from seeing and hearing it. There is a verse of a Hindustani poet which says:
0' self, it is not the fault of the divine Beloved
that you do not see Him, that you do not hear Him.
He is continually before you and He is continually speaking to you.
If you do not hear it and if you do not see it, it is your own fault.
It is for this purpose that every soul has been created and it is in the fulfillment of this that man fulfills the object of God. When the spark that is to be found in every heart, the spark that may be called the divine spark in man, is blown upon and the flame arises, the whole life becomes illuminated and man hears and sees and knows, and he understands. A Sufi poet says that every leaf of the tree becomes like a page of the sacred book when the heart is open to read it and when the soul has opened its eyes.
from https://wahiduddin.net/mv2/VI/VI_21.htm
We may ask ourselves, 'Who is another?' Then we realize that in the true sense of being there is but One. When the veil of ignorance is raised there is no longer any 'I' and 'you', but only the One exists. This is the teaching of the Bible and of all scriptures.
from https://wahiduddin.net/mv2/V/V_44.htm
Man is the most egoistic being in creation. He keeps himself veiled from God, the perfect Self within, by the veil of his imperfect self, which has formed his false ego. ... and when the ego is absolutely crushed, then God remains within and without, in both planes, and none exists save He.
from https://wahiduddin.net/mv2/IX/IX_26.htm
~~~ The truth need not be veiled,
for it veils itself
from the eyes of the ignorant.
Hazrat Inayat Khan
Bowl of Saki - May 2, 2019
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