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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 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...!
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
A Few of My Thoughts on Atheism and ScienceFor me, personally, I have always loved nature.
I have found it captivating and breathtaking my entire life.
But once I came to the conclusion that my ideals were best suited to an atheist viewpoint nature became so much more incredible.
The massive trees, the outrageous insects, the fantastic beasts, and the thundering waterfalls; they weren’t the will of a divine being or a magical force unseen.
They just were.
Because science. Fuck you, that’s why.
And how cool is that?
How cool is it that we don’t NEED almighty intervention or a powerful deity to get all of this?
All of these colors and emotions and all of the cosmos and every blade of grass in the ground and hair on your head is just because it is.
Because that’s just the way it evolved to be.
It is so incredibly logical and seemingly random and entrancingly gorgeous.
No one put the stars in the sky, no one painted the butterfly’s wings.
Nothing told the rain the fall, or taught the fish
The writer in godAmong artists I believe there are a few things that unite them all. Art itself is complex thing and the making of it consists mostly of struggling to go beyond your own capabilities and postponing the wish to hang yourself. Artists make the most beautiful things; one might paint a work of art more beautiful than the reality, or sculpt something so extraordinary that you wish it were just a little bit more alive. Now some might want to argue, but written word is no different. We writers can sketch situations just as well as any painter. It is just through different means.
So I want to sketch a scene here for you. I will start with some silly lines and vague impressions.
Let’s say there was once a powerful being, an omnipotent creature, so imaginative and so creative that he had the universe at his fingertips. And If I must believe that which is written down in the bible explains that god created the world and mankind in seven days. Then we are a form of art are we not? We come for
The Magian store. ProloguePrologue. Hidden piece of the story of creation
Having read a few years ago, "Alice in Wonderland", I was suddenly filled again the emotions that I felt through this wonderful adult "children" story.
The other day I thought, despite the age and condition of the person, he likes toys. Yes, you may think it's stupid and too naive. But, in my opinion, the child lives in the soul of each person. Yes, some people claim that their soul very firmly settled adult and experienced people. Again error. In my heart there is no adult, there is only a child, but a little grown-up.
He sits in a comfortable recliner with a cup of cocoa in hand; old warm blanket carefully covers the shoulders of the child, warming them; dry wood crackling in the fireplace; dancing shadows on the floor of the quiet flames decorate big soft carpet; and only lie on the floor of the old toy.
Well, perhaps, you have presented me with the image of the child matured. But I want to note that each person lives his kid at
Blindly Accepted FaithThey strive to learn more of their believe. Trying to convince themselves of its teachings even if evidence is little. But I cannot judge them. I cannot argue. For I know as little as them. But my mind is not convinced. I require more than just spoken words from the mouth of a blind follower. Yet as I watch, so do I hear. I hear as they speak words of paradise, love and hope. Maybe that is the reason for their blindness. For them it is their guiding light. And without it,they are lost. Oh how fragile the human mind is.
Monday 4/14/14 Goodbyes 4/14/14
I've been thinking a lot about goodbyes lately. I'm about to graduate from high school and in my choir we have a tradition of doing this thing called a "senior roast", where we basically give our final messages to our fellow seniors. I haven't decided what I'm going to say yet -probably a bunch of mushy stuff- and I hope people say nice things about me.
I realized today, however, that goodbyes are never pleasant. I don't mean, "Goodbye, see you tomorrow." I mean,"Goodbye, have a nice life. I'm probably never going to see you again. Those goodbyes just plain suck, especially if you love the person. Today I learned that a very dear friend of mine might be moving far away. I am still hoping that they will not have to move, otherwise I will be very heartbroken.
Another thing that I will be saying goodbye to very soon is my childhood. I am turning eighteen in August and I am not afraid to admit that I am scared. I am not the person I pictured I would be c
ResolveOpen mental valves for clarified awareness. Phenomena of thought resonate from reality as distorted experience, as cognizance arranges itself as a living pastiche of its existence. Resolve in accuracy.
Fluent in SilenceMy blood is boiling. I am up in arms. I am foaming at the mouth. I am going ballistic. I guess that’s how I feel. I never understood either of those sayings, but I do feel angry as fuck.
We sat in deafening silence. I felt like I had to keep my mouth shut. If I opened it up, I’d say something mean, something insulting that would spark a conflict I would inevitably lose in the end. I don’t know why he kept so silent. Perhaps out of solidarity, perhaps that was his way of daring me.
When my mind finally snapped out of the state of nothingness I had drifted to, I felt his eyes on me and heard a distant mumbling.
‘Do you think we’re normal?’ he repeated.
‘Do you think we could be?’
Silence prevailed. My mind kept drifting into meaningless little details that not only had nothing to do with this particular moment, but were futile in general. I kept thinking about dancing gummy bears
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
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