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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 Letter to the WorldDearest friends... For a long time I have been wanting to speak my mind on something that has been bothering me... Until now, I have not had the words to express myself, and I have not known what to do to make it known... but recently I have come to realize that if I say nothing.... it is worse than saying the wrong things... I have always believed that the world is filled with good people... people who are kind, compassionate, cheerful, and honest. People who balance out the bad in the world, simply by being who they are. The angels in the world. Being good in their hearts so that they shine like a light in the darkness. Leading by example, and sharing their love with those around them to help make the world a better place. I still believe this. However, I have seen people who I have known..... I see people who I know to be kind, gentle souls slowly losing that love...
And it breaks my heart. Smiles grow dull, laughter starts to come not from that place in our hearts that feels joy bu
GayOne thing you can notice everywhere on the web, is the abuse of the different variations to describe a homosexual.
Go onto the YouTube comment section for any big hit video, and you will see “gay” dropped every other comment or so.
Just now, I read a rather long comment argument where a rather cruel individual referred to every homosexual out there as “mentally sick”
And of course the YouTube section responded with rage.
Black people have come a long way since the days of slavery.
The Homosexual community has come a long way since the religious days.
But the discrimination of either of these two examples will never stop, because we are still talking about it.
Did you ever see Morgan Freeman on “60 Minutes”?
He didn’t want a “Black history month” program running, he said that the only way to stop racism was for everyone to stop talking about it.
I fully agree to that, and yes, I realize it may appear a bit hypocritical to sit here an
Star-filled SkiesCool breeze,
brushing through the trees
For the chill of it all?
The silence and the darkness?
What darkness, he asks.
Met with confused looks,
yet he just gazes up.
The stars, you see,
they over shine the darkness,
which is why we see them.
And the best thing is that
no matter who you are
how old you are
what you do in life
what you believe in
who you love
who you don't
you always see the stars and the moon
given a bit of time and luck of weather.
So while others wait for the sun every day
I simply wish for the stars every night.
They Say - Don't be a heroThey say that being a hero is somewhat stupid,
that bravery enacted by those who are not empowered allow them to suffer futility in their actions and bring about a greater loss than if they had kept to themselves.
“Don’t be a hero.” They say, in order to keep people’s greater instincts suppressed
and cause those to think rather than to act.
But what the Hero themselves don’t always know is that
they have the power to succeed,
that their actions can bring about a greater future,
and that with their willpower and creative thinking,
any evil doesn't have a chance.
Being a hero isn't about thinking, it is about sacrifice.
The FactoryThe factory opens to its workers.
When the clock ticks, the gears spin.
Once the demand for the day is set, the smiths work.
One hand to focus, the other holding the hammer.
When the metal flows, the hammer strikes.
One after another, creations of man pour from the factory to the people.
The people enjoy their creations, giving them praise for such wondrous devices.
The leader comes to close.
The gears come to a grinding halt.
A successful day of production.
The clock halts and awaits the dawn of a new day.
horizon lostWe walked along the dry and stony track, high and ever higher, in the highest mountains of the world, and at last we saw the Mountain, the home of beauty, of spirit, and imagination. With green fields in terraces at its holy, truly holy, symmetrical, single foot.
The Blue Mountain, the mountain of beauty and spirit, has a split on one side, from which all the rivers of the world flow out, with all the colours of rainbow and forest, and plain and desert and sky.
In the terraced valley, the sweet and beautiful palace of knowledge and calm reflection, we lived for an era unknown. At last our unresting spirits desired more, ever more. We suddenly desired to leave our contentment. For something new, exciting.
We escaped from the valley of our confinement to peace and beauty. We escaped to our world of ugliness and destruction, and our eternal wanting greed. The fault lies not in the Universe, but in us.
We wanted because of some imperfection within our minds, not knowing that we had a
Strength"Sensitivity and depth of feeling is never weakness, it is more delicate and vulnerable to harm,
yes.. but most beautiful things are. True sensitivity is unconditional love.. and that's stronger
than anything." Uilliam
Propaganda PastThis is what we where given
A man has no right to complain
A long time ago we were protectors
Given the beauty yet turned to corruption
In our hands and we covered that pain with masks
Leering at the gift that spoke
We turned on each other, lack of care
With no one held dear we conquered
Left the loss of hope for better things
Money, Fame, Glory, it seemed like the answer
Without claim we have no reason to do anything
Our purpose rising to heaven, burning like fragrance
Without hope men will become desperate
Our enemy being concealed
Delivering catastrophes on media driven frenzy
Having no power except information, a jilted spirit
Back than we were protectors
We lost love but claimed we were blameless
Now it's broadcast for all to see
Are essence poisoned and refined to sugar
That which was noble has been delivered as spoiled
If we could take it all back
If we could repair the tragedy
Let's start by leaving the shame of our past
And disregard the failures that we blamed on our f
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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