Good Day LOVELIES!
Hope ALL is well in your neck-of-the-woods and BELIEF is blessing you with enlightening VISION. I long for YOU to secure the time to FEEL that which has been invisible to your naked eye ... I truly envision the blossoming of your tunnel and welcome the passage of enlightenment. As I listen to Dave Stringer, I realize my body is recollecting his energy and freely flowing to the chants that once upon a time in Laguna Beach passed the idleness of my solemn lips. My spirit raises beyond deep gratitude as I bow my head ...
then,
crumble to my knees.
I have been idle lately ... absorbing a different life style ( I moved from Laguna Beach, California to Phoenix , Arizona!). Now, I seriously have to tell you - THAT IS an ADJUSTMENT! At the age of 50 I moved to Laguna Beach from Ohio. ADJUSTMENT! It totally fascinates me how life changes from one scenery to the next. It extends beyond unfamiliar country with different weather and different geography, there seems to be long dark roads with twisted turns and narrow paths to future ... well, unknown. Therefore, as I stumble through the scenery, I realize what a bunch of bologna I have fed you, my dear, sweet reader.
My last post was on ANGELS. Seriously if I truly BELIEVE what I penned than my ego would not be ruling the roost and I would be confident in the reality that one is truly never alone if one has FAITH. ANGELS have no boundaries, their presence - their POWER is not limited to geography,country, weather, twists, turns, AGE, race, religion, etc... YOU JUST HAVE TO BELIEVE in something, anything , YOURSELF - YOUR FUTURE - YOUR PRESENT - THEIR PRESENCE - THEIR POWER to SENSE the obstacles and eliminate the NEGATIVE ENERGY you, as a human, put in your own way. You MUST GRASP that no matter where YOU are at in your life, no matter what path you journey, and what obstacles YOU THINK are in your way, they are only riddled across an ILLUSION CREATED by your CURRENT PERCEPTION and YOU, my dear sweet reader CHOOSE that REALITY. And trust me on this ...
perception changes when you open your lens to that which is naked to the human eye and BELIEVE in the POWER of FAITH. Henceforth your esteem WELCOMES obstacles and RECEIVES them as nourishing tools necessary for growth and enlightenment.
I have a dear, dear friend Donjo ... I sincerely have to tell you, to watch him chant is an HONOR! He is one of the oldest practicing Nichiren Daishonin (SGI)Buddhist in the United States. His FAITH absolutely amazes me . NO MATTER what ... and seriously, no offense Donjo, I have seen this guy go through some serious s--- ... HE IS STILL HAPPY ... HE STILL BELIEVES! HE IS ONE of my VISIBLE ANGELS! I want one trickle of his FAITH! He reminds me FAITH is FREE ... it is a CHOICE! HE CHOOSES TO BELIEVE .... HE CHOOSES HAPPINESS!
Another VISIBLE ANGEL I wrote about a couple of times is Reverend Rosalind Russell (see' The Other American' and ' Crippled Minds'). She is living in a tent, yet TODAY she is gifting someone with a bed and refrigerator. REALLY! Talk about selfless and unconditional! I bow to her honor and her BELIEF! Without a shadow-of-a-doubt she GETS IT! She doesn't blink ... she doesn't worry ... she KNOWS, so therefore she fears not. She walks with her head high and grounds to the roots of her own esteem for she KNOWS she walks not alone!
Let us NOT forget my prior post on my Father's passing. I KNOW ANGELS exist ... I have SEEN them ... I have FELT them ... I have WITNESSED their POWER yet in times of turmoil, I surrender to ego and forsake that which I TRULY KNOW to be TRUE: WE ARE SURROUNDED BY THE LIGHT OF PROTECTION. Nothing negative touches us unless we open the door.
Why does one surrender to ego when walls come tumbling down whilst another raises above and beyond the fundamental darkness inherent in life? Perhaps it is not one's obstacle, geography, path, country or weather that needs an ADJUSTMENT but one's VISION - one's BELIEF - one's TRUST in that which one's eyes can not see nor one's ears hear but in that which one's belief KNOWS to be TRUE as witnessed in the wealth of wisdom beyond oneself. Maybe, just maybe, if ego LETS GO of its control, and quits pampering the negativity we can CHOOSE to interact with ALL of the varies manifestations surrounding our being and in stillness, celebrate the fact WE ARE NEVER ALONE, ANGELS are EVOLVING around us ... guarding the breaths gifted to moments of enlightenment ... even in the DESERT!
I hope as you journey the scenery, your spirit raises beyond deep gratitude and you bow to the stillness of BELIEF ...
and the POWER of ANGELS!
I bid you a GOOD EVENING with LOVING BLESSINGS! Nishli-nil, d.
' VERACITIES of LIGHT ' by Donna Hinders LeClair
Good Day Cosmic Travelers!
I was standing on a street corner in Phoenix, Arizona waiting for my kid sister Julie over the weekend when a faint voice echoed," Donna ... Donna." I am quite sure there are multiple Donnas and the world does not evolve around me, myself and I, but when one believes as I do, your eyes scout the heavens and reflect, ' Mom ... Dad ... Lois ... Helen, is that YOU?" Somewhere there had to be an angel ... someone was watching over me ... and at that moment and in that time I could FEEL their presence!
At 7:25 P.M. on Saturday, February 2, 1991, my Father passed away of Pancreatic Cancer. My encounter with his transition profoundly affected my perception and belief about infinity and its bond to being. Life after death was no longer merely a theoretical possibility, but an unambiguous actuality ascertained after perceiving Daddy’s transitory. His transition bestowed the distinct insight upon me that his presence would flower beyond the mere existence of flesh, thought and heart. As I walked into futurity, I feared not the inevitability of mortality, for I esteemed the veracities of light evolving around my being.
For 45 days after his diagnosis, Daddy was left in a black void unconsciously disabled to transition because of his tormented past: a pale shadow of a man lay motionless staring into empty space ...
but then all of a sudden his eyes dilated and lit up as a faint light appeared and hovered close to the ceiling of the living room.
Then a huge beam of illuminating pure light completely engulfed the room and bathed Daddy in brilliant ease and acceptance. He had an irresistible almost magnetic attraction to the light, and as his eyes widened to draw in that which we saw not, and his hands reached out to touch that which our eyes were blind, he began communicating with beings that we could not hear but we could FEEL. From his responses we could tell he was glimpsing the multiple spirits of relatives and friends as he blew kisses, acknowledging them by name and voicing how much he missed and loved them.
From his facial expressions, we likened an extraordinary viewing of a rapidly expanding panoramic review of his life, and it was obvious someone or something was provoking reflections and questions. The emotions and feelings associated with the images reflected in the dilation of his eyes as if he was viewing a wide-screen television and was afraid to blink in fear of missing something. His brows raised in startled alertness, his mouth opened in awe, his head bobbed as if he questioned with curiosity what death and beyond were offering.
At first seemed he seemed anxious: his voice crying out in fright, his facial expressions turning to anger as he expressed bitterness for his transition into death. He kept proclaiming he was not ready, “Not now!” he shouted, persistently insisting he was not going to leave his children. Fitfully, now, at the end of his life, he was finally realizing the gift alcoholism had wasted for twenty-five years and he found himself desperately clinging onto one more precious second of living. In the last seconds of his life, I am sure, my father saw not the past nor present but the endless possibilities of the life that might have been.
Daddy aged twenty years as the cancer bled life from his very being, accelerating the aging process and he evaporated before our very eyes, becoming a mere shadow of the man he once had been: his hands dissolving bony and transparent with protruding blue veins that looked like the electronic traces of a circuit board, his skin tone bleaching into a milky iridescent illusion and the ghostly gray of hair that lay in a halo against the back of his lounger stripping the black, with his brows long and grizzly white flared out to blend in with the wiry hair mounting out of his ears.
After four hours of staring into the ethereal light, he appeared sanctified with intense feelings of solitude, love, and at last tranquility – just a peaceful quietness - a vanishing of all his worries: there was not any more pain or struggle in his face or actions, just a calm silence existence. His steely gaze seemed to traverse some ethereal mystery that penetrated a place neither he nor I had yet to travel.
When he found himself approaching the barrier between earthly life and the next in a faint and fragile softness, and with a great sigh of relief, he victoriously announced he was ready and called out all our names to make sure we were there. I clutched his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze good-bye and as peace radiated from his face, he decreed, “I love you, Share,” took his final breath and staring into the light, we watched the last of life scale his eyes as he slipped into the peaceful state of eternal rest.
"Donna ... Donna, snap out of it!" I looked up from the street corner in Phoenix and a little girl went running towards her mother as I threw my head back in laughter.
Angels: risen angels, living angels, loving angels, breathing wings of godliness in every crowd ... every face ... every heart ... every spirit. Can your sincerity not see the light of their being, or are they invisible to the spectrum of your lens that shelters faith? Can your spirit not sense the wings of godliness encircling the tingling energy beyond the aura of your own vibration? Reach deep into the light of trust, knowing nudities of compassion shall sanction the enlightenment of the unseen, the unheard and the uncertain.
Silent gentle beings around us, guarding us, carrying us and protecting us. Messengers delivering thoughts as true and pure as the driven snow, entities bearing silent powers that emit evil through the awakening of good, and the performance of endless miracles cast upon eyes anew.
Impact! Angels we choose to let in, those who wander in unexpectedly, those veracities of light who soar to broaden wings of godliness and those who birth awakenings across a planet sanctioned into the communion of enlightenment for a species carefully woven as one. We all bond through the compassion of humanity for a reason beyond the scope of our realization, and in one split second leave imprints on the grains of eternal passages.
All of us are ANGELS for WE NEVER KNOW while traveling through down our cosmic path which street corner will echo our voice ... our actions ... our energy and cause another to look to the heavens and reflect on the magnificence surrounding us and bow their head in THANKS!
NIshli-nil, d. Until ......
All of us are ANGELS for WE NEVER KNOW while traveling through down our cosmic path which street corner will echo our voice ... our actions ... our energy and cause another to look to the heavens and reflect on the magnificence surrounding us and bow their head in THANKS!
NIshli-nil, d. Until ......
MINDFULNESS MEDITATION TECHNIQUE
MINDFULNESS MEDITATION TECHNIQUE
Sit. Relax the body. Relax the mind. Be as still as possible.BELIEVE WE ARE ONE!!!
Body Posture
Sit comfortably, with the spine upright and supported and the head balanced naturally, looking forward with eyes closed gently. It is okay to sit on a chair, or on the floor, on the knees or cross legged with support, such as a pillow. The body must become still and remain still for a period of time for the mind to start to calm down and deeper states of awareness to be experienced. With practice, prolonged stillness can be achieved without discomfort. Any mindfulness meditation technique will require some discipline and perseverance to get the results.
Thoughts
Do not attempt to control your thoughts. The more we try to control thoughts, the stronger they become. Observe the breath with passive awareness. Observe the thoughts, feelings and sensations with compassion and tolerance. Don’t engage your thoughts by judging or analyzing them. Let them arise and dissolve, like clouds drifting across a blue sky, noting what comes with passive curiosity, and return to the breath.
Breathing
Let the breath be natural and gentle. Breathe through the nose, letting the belly rise as you inhale and fall as you exhale. Soften the belly. Let the chest rise last, filling up from the belly first, like a vessel filling with water.
The importance of attention to breath cannot be over-emphasized. It is the central key to any mindfulness meditation technique. So much suffering could be alleviated simply by placing mindful attention on the breath, focusing on the belly, or the area of the heart. Within the breath is the key to your greater Self. Emotion can reside in the body as chronic tension. The breath can undo this tension, and restore balance and peace to the mind. We forget the breath most of the time. Experiment throughout your day. See if you can count the number of times you remember to watch your breath. You may be surprised to realize how difficult it is to remember.
TODAY , LET GO OF ALL OF YOUR WORRIES ... ALL STRESS ... ALL NEGATIVE THOUGHTS ... THE PAST ... THE UNCERTAINTY ... KNOW in your heart I am HOLDING you, and when OBSTACLES overwhelms your belief, KNOW I am by your side and YOU ARE NOT ALONE. Breathe comfortably KNOWING WE ARE ONE BREATH and your BREATHE is mine, MINE YOURS and WE are ONE with the world ... KNOW every breath of life's existence flows through your being and carries with the out-breath ALL of your worries and fears! RELEASE that which serves you no good or no purpose - ALL OBSTACLES - ALL INSECURITIES and inhale my being ... my breath ... all beings ... all breath ...KNOWING nothing can touch you that you - WE - can not handle together.
WE ARE ONE ... WE WILL STAND STRONG BY YOUR SIDE ... WE WILL ABSORB ALL OF YOUR OBSTACLES AND FRIGHT ... WE WILL BECOME ONE WITH YOU ...
YOU WILL KNOW ... YOU WILL FEEL OUR POWER ... OUR STRENGTH ... AND breathe , KNOWING THE TRUTH:
NOTHING IS GREATER TO THIS MOMENT THAN THE LOVE THAT HOLDS YOU!!!!!
Final NOTE:
' You and I'
You and I
You and I …
we are two vines curved to one another…twined into one stem – too like and near to discern the changes of our growing.
And it is wonderful, like feeling sudden pain in a paralyzed body.
You and I…
ALIVE … promises take shape and become
immense as only sheltered need … folding us… drawing us deep into ecstatic darkness.
Filling us with heavy warmth like the taste of impassioned lips.
immerse in my eyes, my breath … you are wonderfully heavy in my arms
with the sweet heaviness of one long and well loved.
As it happened,
I took your hand to feel the life pulsating through your veins and our fingers held … the way vines do in growing. We were wonderfully inarticulate ... we were breathlessly afraid … like flying in a dream.
And I …
open like a rose upon which the warm rain has fallen.
And you…
enter breathless like a frightened thief stealing into a church.
The room gathers around us –
the looking glass embracing with endearing perspectives…
skilled curious children playing –
each move revealing some strange and secret wonder
and I…
hugging it like a pampered child.
In silence will I dream dreams of you too wonderful to dare aloud…
and I wish-thought this to you:
Each nights love you lay aside for my return.
But as men wade ashore some inlet meant for picnics only
to die on the sunny sand meant best for building castles,
love enters the frantic mind…
Often…inexplicably as a child toddling out into heavy traffic – and nearly everyone in his last spare moment will pause to pick it up
And all is silent…
Leaving just you and me, in a still strange land,
Like two who do not die but move …
to be together and alone.
d.
d.
" sleeping ......... BEAUTY"
Good Day Middle Age Wanderers!
You will have to ignore my naughtiness this morning ... had to shift gears ... the other side of the coin!
EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT.
‘PRINCE CHARMING AWAKENS SLEEPING BEAUTY…AGAIN!’
Today, in front of the whole world, Sleeping Beauty snapped out of her deep slumber after Prince Charming who promised her happily-ever-after callously turned her into just another puppet. A master of illusions, he used every trick in the book, and pulled ALL of the right strings! Before he fell off of his pedestal and turned into just another toad, Sleeping Beauty’s magic mirror told her the lies he used to get into her laundry must have been the truth – her gallant knight did indeed walk on water.
A dreamer since cotton panties veiled her wishes and gullible games teased her virtue, she believed the perpetual fantasy that unraveled throughout the endless pages of countless fairy tales Generations of princesses from cradle to obituaries follow the yellow brick road in search of the knight in shining armor that is going to sweep them off their feet and whisk them away into the land of make believe.
While Sleeping Beauty was taking her little catnap, happily-ever-after plunged to an all time low, creating quite the grim fairy-tale, causing ‘until death do thee part’ to brave a significant transformation outside the boundaries of anyone’s fantasy: “ Walk the line or I’ll take your kingdom from you … read the pre-nuptials. I have rights, ask Judge Judy. She will tell you; she tells the whole world Monday through Friday 4P.M. EST – right after cartoons.”
A puppet … I am a telling you – putty in his hands. In front of the whole world, another fairy-tale down the drain: none of the king’s horses and none of the king’s men could not put that kingdom back together again!
Eyes wide open, we forget all of our basic instincts and ignore all of the danger signs while we jump back into the fire in search of the almighty OZ. Poised with dignity and grace,” Jack be nimble, Jackie be quick, why do we jump back into that candlestick?”
The older a woman becomes, the louder her intuition SCREAMS; it silently slithers around those clandestine corners that softly whisper the truth to that which are ears are deaf, and that which eyes blind. Its voice awakens the truth that at the thought our hearts do shatter.
Behold, they whom dare not listen to intuition’s scream!
As children, we travel through endless novels written by countless scholars in quest of the perfect love story. We dream of having at any and all cost what Walt Disney and Hans Christen Anderson promise that if we wish upon a star, we could indeed have. Scripts are skillfully written, stages cleverly constructed so dutifully we can become what every wanna-be princess in Never-neverland wants to be – the perfect Cinderella: a flawless marketing device created by the cunning hands of tinsel town’s Guogeppo and the shaving wand of generous editor, remarkably simulating any Barbie wanting to have sex in the city. A marketing device so precise it could appease any Ken foolishly looking for perfect 10. Knights in shining armor would be more than happy to carry their six-million- dollar Babe off into the land of yellow brick roads so she can pop bom-boms and sip Dom Perignon by the mirage all day while little Kenny merrily goes off to work and whistles through the day just so he can happily but his beloved Marc Jacob purses, Armani suits and Chanel shoes.
Wake up Sleeping Beauty! Put your $28 Target housecoat around your 32-inch waist and smell the coffee! Only good tuna gets to be Starkist!
Low flying dwarfs with poisonous darts in lieu of cupids with arrows usually bring small doses of love throughout little Princesses’ lifetime: a series of suitors who look perfect in print, but normally do not measure up in a three dimensional world. When all the pieces of the puzzle finally fit, and we do not have to get out the old rusty ladder to reach heavens nomadic clouds, starving hormones ignore the Surgeon General’s label, and tamper with the packaging. After one night of wonderful silly happiness, knights in shining armor usually get on their high horse and gallop down the street, around the corner and into yet another sunset. It is easier for them than lowering their walls, and taking the risk of falling in love and perhaps being hurt – AGAIN! Come on ladies, they were read the same fairy-tales, and they believe , if they admit it or not, in happily-ever-after. They are, after-all – HUMAN!
When butterflies flutter in our stomach, we always seem to put on those old running shoes and race towards the finish line; resorting to the sabotaging programs circuited in our stubborn yet protective brains in our childhood: We push, shove, smother, cling, possess, etc…We try all those appealing traits that cause promising suitors to lock their doors, change their cell phone numbers and e-mail address, drop off of Facebook, and point blank fall off of the face of the world and into some mysterious black hole.
Come on Cinderella was not running because the clock struck midnight -she wanted to get the hell out of there! Get a clue, his eyes were on every other maiden with a fur ball to lick. She was late because she could not what – follow orders! I beg your pardon I do not think so. She lives in the land of the FREE and the home of the brave where if properly lessoned, she can slay her own dragons and bring home her own bacon. The only reason Cinderella lost one of her slippers is she could not run in the goddamn three inch stilettos. I mean when is the last time you ran a marathon in those things; besides , she had enough confidence in herself to know she did not have to chase piped –pipers in tights or follow talking white rabbits down rabbit holes. Trust me, her stepmother did not lock her in the cellar … she was just enjoying a quiet meditation and everybody had to make a big deal out of it; like what, she cannot live happily-ever-after without a man!
Gluttony, greed, sloth, envy, wrath, pride, lust: seven deadly sins – seven illusions of love – seven ways to kill any fairy-tales. With millions of people in the world we are quite sure, quite positive, without a shadow of a doubt that that ONE special prince is the one and only we absolutely, positively cannot live without! The man; the one who will love us - hold us – protect us through good times and bad until death do thee part – THE ONE who will allow us to LOVE OURSELVES!
No matter what we have been through or how much pain we have endured, we have always chosen to be ladies-in-waiting. We beg lovers for stolen moments because we live not for us but them. Our needy flesh cry out, and we would die for the times when through our locked doors love would arrive.
However, you see, the clock is ticking. Life is too short. We cannot live in waiting anymore. Waiting for happiness to find us: to rescue all the Rapunzelss trapped in their own tower of scars, baggage, fears, and illusions . Believing middle-aged fairy godmothers with rusty wands will whisk them out of their grim make-believe into the merrily land of happily-ever-after. We are wasting enough time waiting : getting up in the morning, going to work, eating, going home, eating, going to bed ... just to get up in the morning and do it again!
Yippee Yi Yet! All for the sake of maintaining our own little comfort zone – our lives as we have come to know, understand, and accept. Our lives where everybody seems separated from everybody else – floating like planktons in a wide ocean, hanging on for only brief moments, then losing each other – our hands slipping loose in a sea of endless confusion and pain.
Why do we deliberately wear scarlet letters? Why are we constantly running from the past, our lives, and relationship – from safe chances and opened doors? Little lost boys in Never-neverland, ten-inch girls in Wonderland. Round, and around, and around we go, where it all stops no one knows. One more time, we shall pay the price. We have to. Nobody ever said the first toad we kissed would be our last.
Really! However, nobody ever said they WOULD ALL be toads. On the other hand, maybe I am just taking the script a little too seriously! Who knows, maybe now at this ripe age of 58 I am wise enough to have learned I create my own fairy tale. I write my own script, direct my own scenes, live my own reality, follow my own path but there is still that Cinderella part of me that wishes life were as simple as our childhood stories made them out to be.
Consequently though I am intelligent enough to know this is life, this is real, and with life comes soul slaughtering experiences that I can ALLOW and have ALLOWED to destroy life at every level, or lessons that have and will allow me to grow, better myself, and in the process of enlightenment laugh at my own ignorance and stupidity. I am after-all not a fairy-tale illusion - I am after-all human and doing the best I can, and I can after-all make mistakes BUT I will after-all continue learning from them.
Ah, anyway dang-gong-it, I think the knight in shining armor should be reserved strictly for blind princesses wandering around in bogus wonderlands, chasing talking white rabbits and having tea parties with half a deck. As for this damsel in distress, I guess through all my ups and downs, good times and bad I have come to realize it is not incumbent on life to evolve into happily-ever-after so I think I’ll take my happilies while I can every single one of them, every single time!
Life does provide us with an instinctive appetite for stories – be it fairy tales at the beginning and obituaries at the end. Life, after-all, is the story. A broad community of common experiences in which WE ALL participate. The point of the story is to expand our horizons beyond the scope of our current lens, not to rely on magical wands to make us immediately happy. Therefore, as you follow your yellow brick road, and grovel through the den of lion, and tiger and bears believe there is someone out there just around the bend…beyond the reach of a thousand tears. Put on those ruby red slippers, click those heels, and believe although you are not in youth anymore somewhere past the bend of merry men, wishes do come true.
Nishli-nil fair maidens and jolly men … enjoy the dance! D.
' Touch Me ' By Donna LeClair
Today, I shall cut you a break ... a lighter, more elegant tone ...illusions of Love for the GODDESS in YOU ... ENJOY the JOY!
Touch Me
Touch me in secret places no one has reached before
silent places where only words interfere
sad places where only whispering makes sense
happy places where our hearts as children played
Touch me at daybreak, when darkness no longer clings to us
and we are enjoying a fresh, fragile happiness
midday, when the perplexity of our responsibilities engulf us
and the wear of the day tugs at our vulnerability
nightfall, when we once again begin to know who we are
and open the door to another lost in the furry
of yet another closing
and we hear and see one’s susceptibility
while slivering through the rigidity masking our identity
conceding the virginity of now
as twilight safely tucks us in
to captivating dreams softening
blissful spirits gently kissed
by tender lips
Touch me tightly throughout the night
with your strong protective arms
building a castle around my weary body
while I snuggle deeply
letting myself be
Cuddled
like an infant
in the cradle of your arms
Touch me like a child who will never have enough love
For I am somebody who wants to be lost in your arms
has known enough pain to love
is strong enough to give
wise enough to need
Touch me in crowds when a single look says everything
solitude when it is too dark to see
absence when I reach for you and cry out your name
Through time and space
Forever
Touch me when I ask
I am afraid to ask
my eyes are begging you to
Touch me with your soul
heart
words
hands
lips
simple presence in a room
Touch me gently for sometimes I need to weaken
I am a woman who has known pain
child who has silently suffered
lady who has pride
person who longs to be seen
lover who will love back
TOUCH ME
and
I will touch you in all the same ways
Through time and distance
Waking and sleeping
Forever
And a day
Throughout the depths of time
We touch.
Nishli, nil , d.
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