All Photos on this Post taken Afternoon Sunday November 4, 2018
“DON’T THINK, DON’T TRY
JUST DO!”*
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6:37 AM-10/29/18
*Ray Bradbury
ALLOW PHYSICAL TO MERGE WITH
TRANSPARENT CONDUIT
=
DOING WITHOUT THINKING
(THE THINKING THAT ALWAYS FURTHER MUDDIES
THE CHOKING ASPECTS OF CHAOS)
PRAISES BE FOR PHOENIX RISING
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1:32 AM-11/3/18
JUST DO!”*
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6:37 AM-10/29/18
*Ray Bradbury
ALLOW PHYSICAL TO MERGE WITH
TRANSPARENT CONDUIT
=
DOING WITHOUT THINKING
(THE THINKING THAT ALWAYS FURTHER MUDDIES
THE CHOKING ASPECTS OF CHAOS)
PRAISES BE FOR PHOENIX RISING
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1:32 AM-11/3/18
Alone with the Alone…the sludge of
NOT ENOUGH and TOO MUCH
RASHING AND CRASHING AND WHIRLING THIS LIFE
FEELS SO TOTAL AND HELPLESS. AND FOR SURE HOPELESS
UNLESS WE CAN INJOY THE MOMENTS….
GETTING DONE WHAT HAS TO BE DONE….
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4:46AM-10/25/18
Ocala Fl.
NOT ENOUGH and TOO MUCH
RASHING AND CRASHING AND WHIRLING THIS LIFE
FEELS SO TOTAL AND HELPLESS. AND FOR SURE HOPELESS
UNLESS WE CAN INJOY THE MOMENTS….
GETTING DONE WHAT HAS TO BE DONE….
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4:46AM-10/25/18
Ocala Fl.
The risk of reimagination
There are times when we lose contact with pure vision, with the imaginary landscape, and with the darkened wisdom of the night sea journey. Before we know it, we’ve fallen into trance and forgotten the majesty and splendor of just one human heart.
We wonder where god is, or more lovers, more healing, more awakening, more experiences. We forget that the journey is not only from “here to there” but how “there” emerges from the stars and infuses this world of time and space with the substance of love.
We wonder why there is no response to our deepest prayers. But that burning, that longing, that still small voice… while the mind may spin for further indications, our prayer has been answered. We have not been forsaken.
The invitation is to travel into the mess with eyes wide open. To fall apart, be put back together, to fail well, to forget and remember, dissolve and come back together. And take the risk to reimagine.
There are times when we lose contact with pure vision, with the imaginary landscape, and with the darkened wisdom of the night sea journey. Before we know it, we’ve fallen into trance and forgotten the majesty and splendor of just one human heart.
We wonder where god is, or more lovers, more healing, more awakening, more experiences. We forget that the journey is not only from “here to there” but how “there” emerges from the stars and infuses this world of time and space with the substance of love.
We wonder why there is no response to our deepest prayers. But that burning, that longing, that still small voice… while the mind may spin for further indications, our prayer has been answered. We have not been forsaken.
The invitation is to travel into the mess with eyes wide open. To fall apart, be put back together, to fail well, to forget and remember, dissolve and come back together. And take the risk to reimagine.
To set aside the fantasy that one day, when we do it right, we’ll come to some consistently safe, secure, and certain resolution to the wildness of love and its contradictions. That one day we’ll become a “master” at life, wiggle into some untouchable state, tucked away and protected from the reality that the rug can and will be pulled out from underneath us when we least expect it.
To stand in awe at how the beloved will appear, over and over and over again, as this pulling, as an act of mercy and is only her pulling you home.
To allow another to truly matter, to allow our hearts to break (and maybe even not be mended), to practice intimacy without becoming fused, to fully participate in the dream without falling into trance. And even if we fall into trance, to dare to see it, too, as none other than the beloved in disguise. And how majestic all of it is, being lost as well as being found.
It’s really like being a character in our own fairy tale, with all the mythical and archetypal beings by our side, curious as to what we will happen next… standing in awe of the human form and the inseparability of matter and spirit.
Matt Licata
http://alovinghealingspace.blogspot.com/2018/10/the-risk-of-reimagination.html
To stand in awe at how the beloved will appear, over and over and over again, as this pulling, as an act of mercy and is only her pulling you home.
To allow another to truly matter, to allow our hearts to break (and maybe even not be mended), to practice intimacy without becoming fused, to fully participate in the dream without falling into trance. And even if we fall into trance, to dare to see it, too, as none other than the beloved in disguise. And how majestic all of it is, being lost as well as being found.
It’s really like being a character in our own fairy tale, with all the mythical and archetypal beings by our side, curious as to what we will happen next… standing in awe of the human form and the inseparability of matter and spirit.
Matt Licata
http://alovinghealingspace.blogspot.com/2018/10/the-risk-of-reimagination.html
WHEN ONE BECOMES THE WHISPERER
…THE TRANSPARENT CONDUIT WHISPERER…
WORDS & THOUGHTS CEASE
<
ALPHA/ OMEGA & CENTERPOINT
ALL IS ORIGINAL SILENCE
OF MIGRATORY GLIDING BIRD
HELD, LIVED AND BREATHED
VIA
(INVISIBLE-TO-HUMAN)
ORIGINAL SOURCE
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2:42 AM-10/24/18
Ocala, Fl
…THE TRANSPARENT CONDUIT WHISPERER…
WORDS & THOUGHTS CEASE
<
ALPHA/ OMEGA & CENTERPOINT
ALL IS ORIGINAL SILENCE
OF MIGRATORY GLIDING BIRD
HELD, LIVED AND BREATHED
VIA
(INVISIBLE-TO-HUMAN)
ORIGINAL SOURCE
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2:42 AM-10/24/18
Ocala, Fl
Only our own interference brings about anything other than happy outcomes.
We interfere when we decide how things should be and plan and strategize accordingly, and thus we continue the same old cycle of guilt and fear.
We interfere when we try to stay in control instead of being willing to surrender and allow the flow to be what it is.
When we hold onto goals that lead us nowhere except on more senseless journeys, mad careers, and artificial values,
we are interfering with the flow.
We are pursuing goals that deliver nothing.
This is so beautifully illustrated in the book
I read some time ago called, One Again by Linda Jean McNabb.
It is the story of her life---a story of undoing a past of abuse, alcoholism, and prostitution through forgiveness and living a life of trust.
Course in Miracles Study
https://myemail.constantcontact.com/ACIM-Text-Reading---Lesson-298-Early-Mailing.html?soid=1101394929230&aid=7lUyUeBberY
We interfere when we decide how things should be and plan and strategize accordingly, and thus we continue the same old cycle of guilt and fear.
We interfere when we try to stay in control instead of being willing to surrender and allow the flow to be what it is.
When we hold onto goals that lead us nowhere except on more senseless journeys, mad careers, and artificial values,
we are interfering with the flow.
We are pursuing goals that deliver nothing.
This is so beautifully illustrated in the book
I read some time ago called, One Again by Linda Jean McNabb.
It is the story of her life---a story of undoing a past of abuse, alcoholism, and prostitution through forgiveness and living a life of trust.
Course in Miracles Study
https://myemail.constantcontact.com/ACIM-Text-Reading---Lesson-298-Early-Mailing.html?soid=1101394929230&aid=7lUyUeBberY
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