Once again, warm the climate. Once again, chaste to human contour. Once again, we are a forgotten race. Those of us who choose to live without haste!
I have found and/or rediscovered the most fascinating book. Its revelations, as important now, as it had been in 1926.
To be happy? To be content?
Perhaps, in the simplest of scientific notions:
Even now, with the limited knowledge at our command, we can control circumstances to the point of making the world without an expression of our own world within, where the real thoughts, the real power, resides. Through this world within you can find the solution of every problem, the cause for every effect.
Discover it- and all power, all possession is within our control.
the world without is but a reflection of the world within. Think happiness, feel happiness. But let fear and worry be our mantra? Fear and worry will be our constant companion.
Today…step out of the box!
‘The virtue in most requests is conformity. Self-reliance is its aversion. It loves not realities and creators, but names and customs!’
Christianity became a weighted brick upon my poor ankle. More central to the point, Catholicism, imaged itself as a, catalyst to family values…Family values that shackled my innermost feelings.
It was in the thickest of ‘shame’ I lived. Adulthood provided, for me, a sink or swim mentality. A Higher Power seemed a country mile away. But with grace…we managed to meet in the middle.
I have pursued a spirituality with no foot hold to anything. Native American Lore! Buddhism! Naturalism!
At this stage in the game of life, I am not as centered as many. Yet, there is a daily grasp to uphold the best I can be.
Stumbling upon Falun Gong practices…purely by accident. I unraveled the simplest of truths.
Though my country has left me dismayed. I am not held against my spiritual will. I am free to disclose (for now.) My beliefs do not need to be under constant focus…or under the gun.
It is rare but on occasion, my reverence and where I live…Cause me to understand…Just how fortunate…I am.
Nothing more than the mere and simple belief in tolerance, forbearance and compassion.
Simply put…a more intense set of values…set upon the Golden Rule.
There are no fees or formal membership, lack of daily rituals of worship, its greater emphasis on morality, and the theological nature of its teachings.
As a traveler in search of betterment. This organic philosophy could possibly provide what is much needed in this overcrowded world. And, my overcrowded life!
Unfortunately, the paranoia of powers far, far away from the land I live in; Do not carry similar beliefs!
Falun Gong practitioners in China are reportedly subject to a wide range of human rights abuses: hundreds of thousands are estimated to have been imprisoned extrajudicially, and practitioners in detention are subject to forced labor, psychiatric abuse, torture, and other coercive methods of thought reform at the hands of Chinese authorities. As of 2009, human rights groups estimated that at least 2,000 Falun Gong practitioners had died as a result of abuse in custody. Some observers put the number much higher, and report that tens of thousands may have been killed to supply China’s organ transplant industry (see Organ harvesting from Falun Gong practitioners in China). In the years since the persecution began, Falun Gong practitioners have become active in advocating for greater human rights in China.
Sticks and stones. Battle zones. A single light bulb. On a single thread for the black sirens wail. History fails. Rose-colored glass begins to age and crack. While the politicians shadowbox. The power ring in an endless split decision. Never solve anything from a neighbor’s distant land. I heard the strain of the common man.
Well the world seems spent. And, the president has no good idea. Of who the masses are. Well I’m one of them! And, I’m among friends We’re trying to see beyond the fences in our own backyards. I’ve seen the kingdoms blow. Like ashes in the winds of change. But the power of truth? Is the fuel for the flame! So the darker the ages get… There’s a stronger beacon yet.
Let it be me! If the world is night. Shine my life…like a light.
In the kind word you speak…
In the turn of the cheek…
When your vision stays clear… In the face of your fear… Then you see turning out a light switch. Is their only power. When we stand like spotlights. In a mighty tower. All for one… And, one for all. Then we sing the common call!
I am Brangien [Brangaine] of Weisefort, Ireland, lady-in-waiting to my cousin Isolde, who became promised to King Marc of Cornwall. His nephew Tristan escorted us to England by ship. But Tristan and Isolde fell in love at sea. As ye may know, or will find out, they cite the philter they drank as the cause, over which I was supposed to keep vigil. I would like to share my perspective of how I have created good in the world through my herbs and observations. There is much to tell, including how I have adopted this odd language. In good time. My life is in God’s hands. –Inspired by the modern French translations of the Tristan and Isolde texts