What the Soul Needs Now


One Human Gesture

 

You have a source inside you, a cool spring that sometimes stops flowing, frozen

or clogged with silt. A voice says, ” Consider the situation more deeply, my friend.”

Such advice is not idle. It is immediate  companionship with a soul artist like David,

who works iron until it melts and he can shape it. Spirit is the art of making what’s

blocked start moving again. When your body dies, give it to the death angel,

Israfil. If your heart feels numb and metallic, walk out into the sun, or whatever

the mystery is that makes your inner spring well up. There was once a sage who felt

this flow moving inside him. As he walked the garden that

was being restored with

spring water, he gave names to aspects of the vital dance he was doing: the animal’s

hungry agility and the connoisseur’s intelligent choice.

Blessings on Hakim

Sanai, who could put those two in one gesture.

—Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks

 

 

I hear nothing in my ear

but your voice. Heart has

 

plundered mind of all its

eloquence. Love writes a

 

transparent calligraphy, so on the empty page my soul

 

can read and recollect.

—Rumi

 

 

Do these words by the much-loved reggae icon Bob Marley really resonate with the average Jamaican? I would say a resounding "no."

To start the day …. it’s a trial here!!


Originally posted on It Is What It Is:

WPLogo

~~July 23, 2014~~ 

THIS IS A TEST

I’ve been in conversations with the WordPress Help/Support team. 

They have been giving me instructions on how to fix my problem. It’s frustrating for me and must be tedious for them.

WPL2

“If the blog is loading that slowly, it’s perfectly natural that the sidebar would not appear; it is the last thing to load. But you ALSO have serious, cumulative HTML errors from pasting junk code into the blog.

Staff have fixed the Paste so now you cannot paste in junk code, but that doesn’t help you because the errors are already there.

To fix this, go to Settings – >Writing and select “WordPress should correct invalidly nested XHTML” and save that setting. Then go to the dashboard Posts -> All posts page, set the posts to Private, then set them back to Public. Then scroll back and do the same for the…

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To start the day …. it’s a trial here!!


Originally posted on It Is What It Is:

WPLogo

~~July 23, 2014~~ 

THIS IS A TEST

I’ve been in conversations with the WordPress Help/Support team. 

They have been giving me instructions on how to fix my problem. It’s frustrating for me and must be tedious for them.

WPL2

“If the blog is loading that slowly, it’s perfectly natural that the sidebar would not appear; it is the last thing to load. But you ALSO have serious, cumulative HTML errors from pasting junk code into the blog.

Staff have fixed the Paste so now you cannot paste in junk code, but that doesn’t help you because the errors are already there.

To fix this, go to Settings – >Writing and select “WordPress should correct invalidly nested XHTML” and save that setting. Then go to the dashboard Posts -> All posts page, set the posts to Private, then set them back to Public. Then scroll back and do the same for the…

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February 1994 My Suicide and Death


Originally posted on takingthemaskoff:

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“Don’t try to break down their door. Don’t try out new medicines on them. Just be there among them, because there is nothing else for you but to be one of them. Then you may have success”

–Confucius

Charcoal charcoal. Puke, puke, puke, puke. I’m tired. I’m out.

As I am waking up, I look around. It is cloudy, hectic, everyone talking. They start to notice me wake up. I now recognize it. It’s my mom; she is crying and talking to her sister and Dr. Vukelich. He was her friend. They would go to the dairy queen every Tuesday and Thursday and bring him ice cream.  There were gone from 5pm till 10pm, sometimes later. It seemed longer to me in those days. Who knows the actual time they were gone.

I remember just thinking, “What the fuck? I should be dead.” I was supposed to be dead. I…

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February 1994 My Suicide and Death


Originally posted on takingthemaskoff:

image

“Don’t try to break down their door. Don’t try out new medicines on them. Just be there among them, because there is nothing else for you but to be one of them. Then you may have success”

–Confucius

Charcoal charcoal. Puke, puke, puke, puke. I’m tired. I’m out.

As I am waking up, I look around. It is cloudy, hectic, everyone talking. They start to notice me wake up. I now recognize it. It’s my mom; she is crying and talking to her sister and Dr. Vukelich. He was her friend. They would go to the dairy queen every Tuesday and Thursday and bring him ice cream.  There were gone from 5pm till 10pm, sometimes later. It seemed longer to me in those days. Who knows the actual time they were gone.

I remember just thinking, “What the fuck? I should be dead.” I was supposed to be dead. I…

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The Thrive Movement

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Originally posted on Project i•Am•You:

We’ve decided to share this 2:12 hour documentary on a Sunday since we now how much you like to lay in bed and do nothing… No, wait… That’s what we like to do. If you have the time, please watch. This is perhaps the most comprehensive documentary on the state of the world that I have come across since Zeitgeist.

One of the things I like most about this documentary is that it presents solutions. For more solutions see How To Best Tackle The Current System by eaglelady888

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The Children, Water Panic and the PM’s Hunger: Monday, July 21, 2014


Originally posted on Petchary's Blog:

I have been thinking about children this week. The innocent victims of a wave of violence and madness that has swept through the international and local news, without a care for their souls and their small precious lives. Four children killed while playing on a beach in Palestine (not to mention the many others killed, injured and orphaned during the Israeli incursions); three children burned to death in a home in Jamaica, locked in and trapped by metal grilles and dying together in a bath filled with water; eighty children going on holiday, some homeward bound, with parents and family members, with their books and games and soft toys, blown out of the sky by a missile over a troubled area of Ukraine; two children found murdered in a pond in deep rural Jamaica. Why the suffering?

Three children died in this house fire in Negril, Westmoreland last Friday. (Photo: Phillip Lemonte) Three children died in this house fire in Negril, Westmoreland last Friday. They…

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The Children, Water Panic and the PM’s Hunger: Monday, July 21, 2014


Originally posted on Petchary's Blog:

I have been thinking about children this week. The innocent victims of a wave of violence and madness that has swept through the international and local news, without a care for their souls and their small precious lives. Four children killed while playing on a beach in Palestine (not to mention the many others killed, injured and orphaned during the Israeli incursions); three children burned to death in a home in Jamaica, locked in and trapped by metal grilles and dying together in a bath filled with water; eighty children going on holiday, some homeward bound, with parents and family members, with their books and games and soft toys, blown out of the sky by a missile over a troubled area of Ukraine; two children found murdered in a pond in deep rural Jamaica. Why the suffering?

Three children died in this house fire in Negril, Westmoreland last Friday. (Photo: Phillip Lemonte) Three children died in this house fire in Negril, Westmoreland last Friday. They…

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