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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
The Laws of ForgettingIt gets better, I say, when someone has lost someone, because it does. You know, I’ve realized that when you lose someone it’s not always their death that’s making you sad. It’s yourself. You make yourself guilty. You feel that if you don’t cry enough for them, don’t die enough for them, don’t feel sad enough for them, that you are a bad person. You don’t want to let go of your sadness, because you’re afraid if you let go of your sadness you will be letting go of them as well. There’s a point where you have to realize that not being sad about them is the greatest thing you can do for them, because dying for someone is not the best thing you can do. Living for someone is. They’re fine if you forget them slowly, as you are bound to eventually. And I’m not telling you that you should never cry, and that you should be happy the second they’re gone. It doesn’t work like that. I know. You should cry, a
InflationHow can a part of spacetime
to expand faster
than light can travel?
...unfolding a new universe
out of a small dot of
the big nothingness
like a blossom...
How can something
become so big
in such a small amount of time?
Animals we areSe ben dende fai séculos o estereotipo, a imaxe arquetípica do ser humano coma paradigma da intelixencia e a racionalidade, mantívose hexemónico na mentalidade da nosa especie (sobre todo na dos occidentais), nos últimos decenios, sobre todo a partires de finais do século XIX e ó longo de todo o XX, esta idea foi perdendo forzas. Certo é que o emprego da razón é algo moi propio de nós, pero non é o único que nos define, senón que tamén contamos cunha parte “animal”, sendo seres emotivos e empáticos cos nosos membros e mesmo con criaturas doutras especies diferentes á nosa.
Unha vez recoñecida a existencia desta empatía no noso ser, compre distinguir que hai dous tipos: a “natural”, que reside nos nosos propios corpos de modo biolóxico, e a racional, a cal require dunha potenciación e elaboración pola nosa parte a través das diferentes c
TraditionWhile tradition may be considered important by many, I believe that tradition has lately been put into so much importance, that it becomes more important that morality. Spanish bullfighting is much worse that most other types of animal abuse that could get one in jail. However since it is such a long tradition, it was able to buy a plot of land from the government to put and arena on. Hazing is even worse. It is often clearly physical abuse, but government run universities still support it. What makes us so willing go so far to keep tradition though. What is it about a ceremony that seems to have no real benefit to society, that makes us do anything to keep it.
I think that it is not the actual ceremony that we are disparate to keep. I think that unconsciously, the ritual is representative of our current way of life, and we believe that without it, more important things will change. I can understand this mindset very well. Change often can be scary, and can actually have negative affec
Majestic Buddha of the DhammaThe Buddha waits for all
who seek His teachings.
For it is the Buddha who
brings glad tiding to us
His is the wisdom that shows
us how to live a better life
The Buddha is the messenger
of Nibbana. Nibbana is the
final stop for all existance.
Let us be grateful that we
have the Buddha. For He is
the founder of Buddhism.
The time travelerAnd he thought
"History may be
So let's go
into the ocean
of unknown dimensions..."
Where is he
when he was
Is he there
in the future?
Has this place
or even a past?
Travel across the galaxy,
travel across the time...
Where was he
when he was
And in the end
the time traveler said:
is a dangerous place!"
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...!
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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