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No fairies here...Dear god, if today is a taste of things to come Ive just lost my appetite.
Melodramatic as it might be, Ive never had so many things go awry in the space of one hour then I have today. Gail force winds and hail, lost baggage, overcharged and apprehended by security. All this just to get through to the airport terminal. The airport has no time for novices.
How was I to know that a Swiss multi-saw action camping blade in my cabin baggage would cause such a fuss?! For Christ sake Id just packed it in the wrong bag no threat of 9/11 from me.
No time for brainless mistakes. The security team always routine and always fed up - much like myself. Perhaps that is how I look to my merry colleagues of KPMG ?
It really is better for everyone concerned if people who dont enjoy their job - even enough to exercise a semblance of patience - terminate their employment in good conscience.
As for me, I now consider it somehow necessary that I give up
Delight of self realisation...Self realisation is akin to cleaning a pane of glass.
The effort of attempting to wipe it, produces a blur of confusion, and what seems to evolve into even more stain then was initially the issue.
But with continued efforts, even with no distinguishing improvement, the glass, in its own unrevealed time, suddenly clears and surprising clarity is revealed.
Until finally, the ability to see clearly and with that your reflection smiling back in delight.
The outstanding fault of self.Every minds outstanding fault is believing it is completely correct at any given time.
Patterns of habit are only realised when the mind acknowledges personal dissatisfaction.
From this, the mind recognizes its own unsatisfactory habits witnessed in others, thus providing the required impartial witness to assist with the identification of self destroying patterns within the self
Development of self...The flower has developed for millions of years, perfecting it's art of living.
Today, there is no process involved with the life of a flower that is unnecessary.
The human being is still in development, still learning and releasing all that is unnecessary.
To know and learn, one must be unknowing.
To be unknowing, one must realise there has never been anything that they ever have known.
From the eyes of a flower...Life is naught but a conscious space to experience the stream of realisation...
Enlightenment, akin to being presently and consciously aware, of your found and realised self discovery.
Much like a plant that discovers it can grow by turning towards the sun, so to do we, discover what makes us who we are, by living fully within our reality...for, it is our reality which presents truth.
This however, does not determine that truth can ever be recognised in its completeness, to a being which continously expands that which it is, as a reflection to the ever expansion of its continuous reality.
So, if living is to be an ever continuing rhelm of self expansion - of discovery - who are we really, but a consciousness, an entity of awareness, on a journey for so long as it exists?
What is our purpose but to experience who we are and all we can be? Do you believe this journey of self discovery could ever cease? If so, perhaps you could completely describe who you will be tomorrow?
If ever you fin
Ageing...Nothing in life becomes old.
Your mind simply believes itself to become more familiar.
The question is, what does it really mean to be familiar?
Do we ever really truly understand the fundemental truth of what it is to exist?
Wrongly accepted...The mind interprets what it sees, as truth, as 'what is'.
The mental concept of truth is perceived as, what is correct.
What is 'correct', the mind has been trained from birth, to accept.
What is accepted by the mind, is also then expected to remain unchanged, for it is interpreted as 'truth' and 'what is'. Therefore, it is then often over looked and also taken for granted.
The conscious effort to discover potential oversight is required to illuminate 'false truths' - for what is, is not necessarily always correct.
Always question that which you assume to be correct.
From the Depths come the TruthI felt compelled to write about what happened to me last night. That was until mum walked in and started to criticize me again. Now i don't know what i want to write about. I don't know what i want to say. I just feel angry. I feel out of control. I don't know what to do.
Last night mum angered me. In her own loneliness she spitefully made it difficult for me to leave the house to go out for a couple of hours. The confusion i felt from trying to understand her motive did nothing but snowball into rage. When I'm angry i implode. I lay on my bed seething, my mind screaming all the things i wish i could say but in good conscience couldn't. There was no sense that i could make out of her actions and i felt like i just wanted to run far away. To take every piece of thing i owned and leave to find my own space and peace. Little did i know that all that would have done is reinforce my deepest fear of being alone.
Going through my mind i was able to eventually come to some form of understandin
Thoughts of the LostWell here I sit, on the cusp of Christmas activities and with the break of 2009 comes the changes that will revolutionize my many years to come. Today signaled an end for me. The closing of a chapter you never really expect to close until everything just becomes a horribly wrong existence to be in. My time did not become a nightmare although the disappointment that has plagued me for the duration of my final stages of involvement have unfortunately left a sour taste and a lack of trust that i will not have the courage to confront, probably, ever again.
Today was my final day with KPMG and with that end came the clearing of my desk, the sweeping of my acquaintances and the farewell of my friends. With this end comes the window of a new future. Next year i am to begin my first year at university. With this beginning comes all the hopes of a new student looking to forge their career in the fate lines destined for them. I hope that my journey will not have to be a case of forging, only gro
Nature.We've overcomplicated life. We've compromised the natural order of things, and what's more we've gotten complacent. Theres a flow to it all, a set of rules nature follows, that works…it work's without us meddling. Our mind's may be our biggest adversary, it feeds our ego, our ego feed's our thoughts, our thoughts feed our actions, and we act like we're superior to nature, when in actuality we are also, nature. We try and figure things out, we conclude answer's that we accept undoubtedly as truth, and this from the people who once thought with all sincerity that the world was flat––it's true until it isn't, that's how it works; which means that there's a heavy chance all we believe to be true, might not be. Why the need to know all, why the need for superiority and detachment from every other living species (over 8 million species, not the amount of them, just the amount of groups of entities we've managed to track, take in mind the ocean is pretty much a big question
Alexander the FakeEver heard of Alexander the Great?
Do you believe he is real, that he existed and did all things we have been told he did? Of course you do. It is in our history books, so it must've really happened.
Alexander the Great ruled in the 300's BC. We know a great deal about him based on written documents giving us historical accounts of his life and deeds. Did you know though, that the only surviving documents of these historical accounts were written 300 or more years after Alexander the Great lived? Yet we trust these documents and the older sources they cite, even though we do not have those older sources available to confirm what is written.
Now what about Jesus? I know many people who do not believe He existed. Yet we have historical documents, both those of the Bible and those unrelated to the Bible that give us accounts of Jesus.
The Biblical documents were written as early as 30 years after the death of Jesus! And non-Bi
Holocaust Reflection : Reflection on UsVisiting the Holocaust Museum is a difficult subject, especially in Israel. Unlike many museums which are houses of a people's history and triumph, this museum is a walk through a people's history and suffering. The Holocaust stands as a mark of identity for modern-day Jews just as World War II stands as a mark of identity for most Westerners of the past three generations (born 1910-1995).
We are now moving into the third and fourth generations past the Holocaust and WWII, where things such as “Nazi” and “Communist” and people such as Hitler and Stalin have become more of a byword than a warning for future generations. Many people are all too likely to associate government actions with the Nazi party and many people are just as ready to roll their eyes.
When visiting Yad Vashem (the site of the Museum) I entered with a reverent and somber silence, in my mind befitting such a chapter of our human history. I found it odd, then, to find teenagers in there laughing,
Was ist nur los mit mir?
Warum bin ich alleine?
Warum fing ich an den Schmerz zu lieben?
Die Welt da draussen wird schwarz
sie lassen mich nicht rein
was ich auch tue
es nützt nichts!
Ich muss sie ertragen
die Kälte der Einsamkeit
nie fühlte ich mich so verstossen
Noch seh ich den Sinn nicht darin
warum all diese Entäuschungen
all diese falsche Freundlichkeit
was ist los mit dieser Welt?
Bin ich es??
Ich atme tief ein
und schlucke die Qual,
ich möchte blühen wie eine Blume
doch nehmen sie mir das Licht
ich ersticke an meiner Fröhlichkeit!
Was soll ich glücklich sein
wenn es keinen gibt
mit dem ich das Glück teilen kann
ich will es nicht behaltet es!
Wenn ich doch nur
meine Augen schliessen könnte
und mich einfach nur
in Luft auflösen könnte!
Nie mehr diese Trauer ertragen zu müssen
würde ich mir wünschen!
Doch leider bin ich hier
und ertrage nüchtern
Raw hopeThis is raw hope. This isn't structure, this isn't style. This is "universe looking itself through new eyes" - through eyes that are trying to solve a problem, to learn a lessson. This is pure hope, this is believing in future, beliveing that this has a purpose.
This is something that I would delete, throw away, regret. I've written a few; now deleted. I've told myself that I won't delete it. I have deleted them. This is life, this is an attempt to jump into the flow, and in the end think that it was a pretty good ride. This is a permission slip. This is an untamed dream. Of a possiblity.
Not a dream of writing, but possibly. This is a message that says: i'm somewhere. I exist. I want to make you aware of it, I want to see, to feel, to create. I want to be the universe looking itself through new eyes and think to itself that it's okay. That it's allowed. This message is a open-handed invitation to life, hope and dreams.
I have a lot of personalities. I would like to write about them. I
Konturenloser FeindIn deinen Augen kollidiert die Welt
Etwas in dir hat sich verabschiedet
In deinen Gedanken teilen sich Ozeane
In einer Welt ohne Gewissen kommst du zurecht
Und bist der Namenlose unter dem Geschrei
startest ein Aufruhr
aufgebraucht, betrogen und getreten
weigernd klein beizugeben
Und irgendjemand muss dir helfen
dieses Tier in dir zu zähmen
Menschen reden und stehlen
deine Seele und Stolz
unfehlbares bares Kapital
In deinem Herzen stehst du unter Beschuss
während wir unter den Toten schlafen
kämpfst du verbittert um den bitteren letzten Atemzug
und der schwarze Himmel wird brennen.
The dangers of being right...Fundementally, every self believes itself to be ultimately and completely right, true, justified, and complete.
It is not until you realise that this part of your conditioning has not once ever been right about anything, that release is found and the soul set free.
And what a relief to not have to be right...!
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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