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Do you know the time?
Is it really time?
Do you ever wonder
When you're walking down the street
Do you ever wonder
Just what time it is?
Do you know the time?
Is it really time?
Do you ever wonder
When you're saying your good-byes
Do you ever wonder
Just what good-bye means
Well I know the time and it's time to shake you up
Well I know my mind and I've got it made up
Well I never know just what time it is
And we never know just whose mind it is I'm making up
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| next fase approaching / frequencies developing beyond what we've known |
[21 Dec 2007|12:41pm] |
sing, dance and be free. the room that surrounds me is to be purged, with song, joy and laughters. all that is obsolete must go. radical cleaning, every stone must be unturned, every root of the disease of conditioning must be obliferated! wholeness! oneness!
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how to approach non-duality? how can it be approachable? this question is paradoxical, life is paradoxical in nature. celebrate the paradoxes, play this delightful cosmic game we've devised for ourselves. break free from illusion. the road ahead of me is fluid and not yet mapped out, taking fluid referencepoints to guide myself to the sky(=the limit). dancing among the clouds of white, blowing kisses to the white dove of peace.
taking root deep in the earth, en joying the earth, our precious father/mother who so generously supplies for everything, flowering upwards and spreading fragrances of love to all who are. please, this year/this next cluster of time-illusion, allow me to. i bow to the grand divinity of the way.
my dear planetairy companions! blessings upon your hearts and feet.
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| yurianaka , the serpent & the world |
[03 Dec 2007|10:12am] |
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deadlines missed in the outside world and internal confusion. i dreamt of a snake called Alice. i've turned into one myself and to return to normal i have to kiss the snake. "what are you doing, wanting to turn back!? i've just got us a boat to cross the water with", when i'm back to 'normal', all that remains of me is just a big head.
last night my roommate touched my belly and i remembered why i'm so afraid. ssshhh.
this silly world of illusion and self-imposed barriers. i am free, but what do i chose. and why? am i running away? or is it just a wish for freedom, not yet, not now, these bonds that could last forever.
i don't know yet, but i will
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| the end of democracy / MUST SEE! |
[22 Nov 2007|10:14am] |
Interview with Naomi Wolf, an American writer and a literary star in the third wave of the feminist movement. (born on the same day as me!) about her new book "The End of America: A Letter of Warning to a Young Patriot".
The U.S. are on the way to a totalitarian regime. There is a blueprint how a dictatorship may be formed and the U.S. government is working its way down the list, step by step. Any day now, democracy may be lost. Raise your awareness of what's going on! Don't allow the lullaby's of the massmedia to put your consciousness to sleep! The time is now for the millions to rise up in a huge grassroots movement. Before a new Nazi Germany comes into being.
Please spread this video around!!
http://www.americanfreedomcampaign.org/
(thanks ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) cannibol)
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[20 Nov 2007|04:29pm] |
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The clamour of the guitars are slowly fading away, new sounds may be heard.. I've created this little niche, in which we may view the play we have laid out. You in your guise of wildhaired tomboy, are staring back at me while the salvos are firing all through my spine, ripping open my heart and brain, itching in my neck as I lift up and become suspended in time and space, my chest opening wide, my body grabbed by limpness as delusion drips away. Yes, now from this space I can see the drearyness that was left for me. The empty space that was supposed to be me, the shady colors in the room, the rough texture of the four concrete walls around me. The door is left half open with the glimmer of promise behind it. As I enter it I see iriscendent blueish light that illuminate the black, twisted arms of the trees before me. They seem waving to me, as a smile forms on my lips looking at the sky. Dawn is upon us and the colours play, the sky looks like melting ice. You came to me, in what seemed like a dream. The pineal gland is a place of worship, the shades whisper to me. What gibberish lies in the realm of fantasy, this faeryscape of imagination where we wander now. Side by side, yet apart, for you are unconceivable to me. I know you are near, your scent gives you off. Can I really meet you here, you think? This space of endless possibilities, no longer bound by how tight we fasten our seatbelts? As the soft snow start to cover the landscape in its silent embrace, I stand still. Watching, waiting, for I know you will be here. Soon.
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| witte hond wavespell / kin 170 maandag 19 november 2007 |
[20 Nov 2007|03:32pm] |
De stam van de Witte Hond heet "OC" in de Yucatec Maya-taal (spreek uit: óok). Traditionele vertalingen van Oc zijn over het algemeen gewoon "Hond".
Als de 10e van de 20 zonnestammen, wordt de betekenis van OC in de Mayan Factor van José Argüelles beschreven als: "Hond, Zoogdierlijk Brein, Emotioneel Leven, Gids en Principe van Loyaliteit, Gelovigheid dat Kracht Geeft in de Spirituele Reis".
Volgens de Mayan Oracle (van Ariël Spilsbury) zijn toegevoegde kwaliteiten/krachten/rollen van Oc o.a. "compagnons in lotsbestemming", "bewakers en gidsen", "relaties", "kwesties van het emotionele lichaam".
WIT vertegenwoordigt de kracht van de NOORDELIJKE richting die de energie schenkt van VERFIJNING.
De Witte Hond is een diepgaande krachtige energie, omdat het ons vraagt ons af te stemmen op het centrum van ons zijn - ons Hart. Ons Hart is een totaal ander dimensionaal universum dan onze Gedachten en kan ons enorm verschillende gezichtspunten, perspectieven en leidraden bieden, dan onze innerlijke mentale autoriteit.
Waar het de rol is van onze gedachten om te scheiden, onder te verdelen, te vergelijken, onderscheiden, oordelen, rationaliseren, in lijn brengen, controle uitoefenen en te pogen om dingen uit te knobbelen,
Is het de rol van het Hart om te
verenigen,
omarmen,
toe te staan,
accepteren,
intuïtief de waarheid van het moment aanvoelen,
voelen,
vergeven,
en NIET weten ~
overgevend aan het vertrouwen
van het ultieme, goedgezinde immer-aanwezige Mysterie van ons bestaan,
(de Goddelijke Liefde die ons het Leven heeft gegeven)
en de oneindige manieren waarop het stroomt
in en doorheen ALLES in ons leven.
Ons Hart is het centrale chakra van ons lichaam - dat wat een brug vormt tussen de onderste 3 chakra's (ons wortel-overlevingschakra, ons sexuele-levenskrachtchakra en onze zonnevlecht-wilskrachtchakra) MET de 3 hogere chakra's (ons kroon- of kruin-goddelijke verlichtingchakra, ons derde oog-transcendente visionaire chakra en ons keel expressie-communicatiechakra).
Momenteel, is ons Hartcentrum de brug tussen onze verbinding met de Aarde beneden ons en de Hemelen boven ons; onze sacrale toegang tot het samenvloeien van onze Oorspronkelijke en Hemelse zelven en de waarheid, kennis/weten en energieën die ze beide inhouden. Door het integreren van deze twee worden we gevoeliger voor de Heelheid van wie we zijn als levende Wezens en onze waarlijk uitgebreide capaciteiten.
Zoals een wijze vrouw Intiana ooit zei: "We gebruiken de term 'open je hart', maar in feite is het Hart altijd open - het is eerder het Gedachtengoed dat (af)gesloten is van het Hart."
Het helpt om dit te begrijpen, want dan weten we dat ons Hart altijd beschikbaar voor ons is als een Portaal waardoor ervaren; als een heiligdom, dat ons immer uitnodigt z'n domein te betreden.
Ons hart is paradoxaal onoverwinnelijk in alle omstandigheden, doch uiterst kwetsbaar en geraakt door alle omstandigheden.
Er kan gezegd worden dat een "gebroken hart" geheeld kan worden door te realiseren en te ervaren dat, ondanks alle uiterlijke schijn, we altijd worden Gewiegd door de Liefde van de Schepping.
Ik geloof dat door onszelf toe te staan om zowel de uiterste pijn en lijden die we allen ervaren, als de uiterste verrukking en vreugde waartoe we ook allemaal toegang hebben, zo diep mogelijk te VOELEN, we het voertuig van ons Hart sterker maken.
Ik geloof dat EMPATHIE onze collectieve bestemming is als een zich ontwikkelende soort - uiteindelijk zijn we onderling verbonden met Alle Leven Overal- dat het slechts onwetendheid is, die waarneemt dat we geïsoleerd zijn van en immuun zijn voor zowel het lijden als de verrukking dat anderen ervaren.
We kunnen de ware Krachten van ons Hart exploreren en leren kennen door het zoveel mogelijk te VOELEN - door op te merken wanneer we in feite vanuit onze mentale/gedachten-modus te werk gaan en wanneer vanuit een emotionele Hart-modus.
Ons hart heeft toegang tot het oude weten,
tot opperste MOED,
tot uiterst tedere, rauwe, bitterzoete compassie--
compassie die zich niet wegkeert, afschermt of ontkent
bij welke tragiek of pijn dan ook,
compassie AANWEZIG voor iedereen -
compassie die geen geschiedenis of oordeel heeft
maar die ruimte kan bieden aan ALLES om geaccepteerd te worden ZOALS het IS,
inclusief alle pijn, angst, verwarring, enz.
Niemand kent de waarheid van ONS Hart, behalve wijzelf. Daarom dienen we ons innerlijke Hart te onderzoeken en ons inzetten om z'n uniciteit, passie, inzichten, sentiment en begeleiding tot uitdrukking te brengen.
Witte Hond is eveneens een symbool van Relaties en een geheugensteuntje dat onze relatie met ons eigen Hart als een referentiepunt voor onze eigen autonome verbinding met het Universum, de belangrijkste basis is voor relaties tussen 2 of meer mensen.
We mogen onze verticale verbinding opeisen met de Bron en die kracht naar ons Hart brengen, zodat we dan die kracht en liefde kunnen uitbreiden op een horizontale manier naar onze dagelijkse relaties.
Witte Hond spoort ons aan onze lotgenoten op te zoeken en van ze te genieten - onze Kin (in 't Engels ook "verwanten") die de verlangens van ons Hart vervullen om ze met ware Liefde te beantwoorden.
De code van Loyaliteit herinnert ons er ook aan om aandacht te schenken aan waar onze loyaliteiten liggen en ons ervan te verzekeren dat ze overeenstemmen met de Waarheid die we vinden in ons Hart.
We worden uitgenodigd om eerst en vooral uit Loyaliteit te handelen naar onze eigen waarheden, voordat we trouw zweren aan iemand of iets anders.
Witte Hond herinnert ons eraan dat LIEFDE het weefsel is van het Universum,
dat liefde vele gezichten heeft,
dat liefde non-lineair is,
dat liefde groter is dan al het andere,
dat liefde een waar medicijn is,
dat met LIEFDE, ALLES mogelijk is.
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| home is where the heart is (everywhere I am) |
[06 Oct 2007|11:33pm] |
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My last day in Cairo and I'm filled with a mixture of sadness to leave and nostalgia. On one hand I feel like going home, being in familiar surroundings that I will have to get used to again but also I've come to love it here so much. There are things to love and there are things to hate, but it must be the same everywhere. I've made some good friends here, Egyptian, Japanese, Taiwanese, Canadian and more and I feel sad leaving them, but I know everything that happens is as it should be and perfect as it is. Byron Katie's methode of researching your thoughts is clearing all illusions from my vision and a sense of peace and tranquility is steadily growing. I have met so many Japanese people, saw the most beautiful multi-coloured fish and corals deep in the Red Sea where Mozes crossed, been in the desert and felt the soft sand, rode a camel, saw the pyramids, felt the incredible heat of the sun, felt power returning to me from ages past as I remembered serving the Goddess I called Isis, modelled for bellydance clothes, played as an extra in a movie where we were stuck in a vortex, made love with my boyfriend, slept in a very dirty flea-infested hostel that was still my home with my Japanese adopted family, smoked hashsij with a Egyptian cop called Alladin, heard stories of the Koran and magical tales of spirits, felt the different approaches between East and West, male and female and cried, laughed, danced and listened. Listening inside and outside of me, seeing all that surrounds me mirroring what is inside of me. Great beauty and lots of dirt. Tomorrow I return, to Belgium, then to Holland, to fields and trees, green and lushness, rain and clouds. Farewell desert, farewell Egypt. I will be back ;)
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[02 Oct 2007|10:19pm] |
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We must burn through everything. These are the core days and I am feverishly hot. The way life is, manifesting itself in all these ways, some ways I find vile and repulsive, dreadful and I'm being smacked on fully in the face. Like the fact that three-fourth of all women here are mutilated and no longer have a clitoris or labia. What the fuck is this? I've been here in Egypt for nearly a month and didn't know about this. Now I'm being tricked and tested, yes sure, it's all a game, this game we play. But anger courses through me, together with sadness. How should I know better? Why should I know better? These people decide what they do with their lives, their bodies. I don't have to make it my business. But fuck that! I feel like raping, cutting open flesh and see the blood flood. Yes I might have been this sadistical rapist in my past life(lives?) but haven't we all. Aren't we all? Raping ourselves, our fellow humans, our loved ones and our Nature. I'm sick and tired of that. So what do I do with this anger? What do I do with this fire? Offer it, offer it to your motherfucking lotusfeet?
I know violence is no answer, I know nothing is at all more wrong now I found out this fact about Egypt than before I knew. I'm just angry, about being female, about being male, about the differences and the POWER. I'm so incredibly angry about that MALES have the POWER in this sick world. But, you know, they(the others, outside of me, not only males) don't have power over me, unless I give it to them. I will take my power, and use it for love and for truth, to the best of my abilities. But the time of male supremacy is fucking over and anyone who thinks otherwise will be cut aside, (hahahaha).
Peace man.
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[15 Sep 2007|03:08am] |
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if there is someone on your friends list who makes your world a better place just because they exist and who you would not have met in real life without the internet, then post this sentence in your journal. if there is someone on your friends list who makes your world a better place just because they exist and who you would not have met in real life without the internet, then post this sentence in your journal.
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[15 Sep 2007|02:41am] |
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All my dreams are coming true, I always knew they would but trust in the divine is steadily growing. The sacred words that were given to me I repeat in my heart, time and time again. The warmth of the air in Cairo cherishes me. The warm glinstering in the eyes of the Egyptians open my heart. The energy of the piramides is noticable, even though there is much clutter and clamor surrounding us. Different smells, beautiful cats and arabic words. Five times a day the Coran is read from megaphones. Ramadan has started yesterday.
The chaos of the city awakens a sweet longing for the quietness of nature in our hearts, so soon we will travel towards the desert, the Red Sea and the Crystal Mountain. We will harvest there our own crystals so we can make use of them in orgonite. Which we will spread and spread, adding our intentions and materialisations to the awakening of glowing awareness in people, reminding them of the natural way of life, in harmony and love.
Amma's grace is guiding me, I feel her love and the love of all human and nonhuman angels surround me. I can't do else but be grateful, trusting the process of growth and surrendering. Especially surrendering, to the Now, letting go of my mind's worries. The energy here makes it so easy.
I see the similarities between India and Egypt and I know soon I will travel there as well. I chant the sacred words from India with Egyptian prayerbeads, I want to bring all religions together, make them feel their interconnectedness. All devotional love is equal, the only thing I see that differs is rules and restrictions the different religions place on themselves. But as Amma says, religion is made by man and therefore has its flaws. But God is in all and all comes from God, why notice the differences that separate eachother more than what brings us together.
Softly and gently the universe is guiding me, the dreams we speak of that comes from deep inside are becoming more and more filled with a sense of knowing. Simply knowing that they will be manifested, at the perfect time, in perfect harmony. My own will is one with the will of the Divine, I surrender to it.
Love and peace to you, fellow earthlings!
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| On the Nature of Love |
[11 Aug 2007|03:13pm] |
The night is black and the forest has no end;
a million people thread it in a million ways.
We have trysts to keep in the darkness, but where
or with whom - of that we are unaware.
But we have this faith - that a lifetime's bliss
will appear any minute, with a smile upon its lips.
Scents, touches, sounds, snatches of songs
brush us, pass us, give us delightful shocks.
Then peradventure there's a flash of lightning:
whomever I see that instant I fall in love with.
I call that person and cry: `This life is blest!
for your sake such miles have I traversed!'
All those others who came close and moved off
in the darkness - I don't know if they exist or not.
~Rabindranath Tagore
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[11 Aug 2007|04:11am] |
The families of Light are gathering. All these creative little creatures who share this road with me, side by side in equality. As I recognise their beauty my spirit soars, our re-connection creates rupples in the cosmos. We are one, om namah shivaya, in lakech, namasté, whatever word or syllable you want to express it with. Remember?
It's not just words, just thoughtforms, it's the only reality.
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| de sch/vellen vallen van me af |
[11 Aug 2007|03:34am] |
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Ik weet niet over wie je het hebt. Mijn ogen dwalen langs langvergeten woordcombinaties en ik vraag me af.. Personen, tijd, ruimte. Een prikje van een mug in mijn zij, het beschermingsmechanisme doet aanstoten om in actie te schieten. Maar het is een stuiptrekking van in elkaar schrompelende verdedigingsmuren. De persoonlijke liefde is zo schijn-intriguerend. Het zou bijna zo lijken alsof het het mooiste is wat er te vinden is. Ik twijfel even tussen het distancieren van mijn begeerte en er in te duiken, maar ik realiseer me dat ik het ene al niet meer kan. Vanuit hier kan het simpelweg niet bestaan, niet in de vorm die ik gewend was. Uit de zaadjes van woekerende onkruiden die in mijn tuintje terechtkomen komen de mooiste bloemen voort. Getransmuteerd, getransfigureerd. Ik voel de diepste dankbaarheid opwellen, energie die van mijn onderbuik naar mijn hartje en naar mijn huid stroomt, de porieën die zich openen waar spiraaltjes van licht uitgolven, ik zie de ruimte in mijn Zelf, het onbegrenste, oneindige, tijdloze Zelf. Ik verblijf hier, moeiteloos, met gratie. Mijn verstand haalt me in om een berichtje van verwondering af te geven, "Wat gebeurt hier nu eigenlijk? Is dit niet eng?", ik merk het op en keer weer terug. De leegte. All this that is. Radical surrender to what is. De zombies/piraten/demonen veranderen in engelen als je je overgeeft aan liefde. De tijd is voorbij om te vechten.
Al het kwaad komt voort uit ontwetendheid.
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| "The Complete Idiot's Guide to Being" |
[30 Jul 2007|11:51pm] |
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>I< will decide what is right for me and I'll let nobody do it for me anymore. No matter what physical or non-physical form they have. I DECIDE and I am the player in this delicious little game and there is not ONE right way to play it. There is no ULTIMATE USER MANUAL with descriptions on when you should wake up, what to eat and not to eat, what to think and not to think, what to do and what not to do. Nature is my teacher, my body-mind-soul connection is my teacher, the inspiration I receive on what to do and what not to do, just by sensing my feelings as I think about doing them. I choose consciously what I pay attention to in my mind. Grrrahhwwwwhhh ok.
And I'm thinking about boys, girls and boys who dress like girls. And cats. And my flower- and plantroommates. And Neverwinter Nights 2. And masturbating. And worldpeace.
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[26 Jun 2007|10:17am] |
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Satisfaction Magazine, first issue
Sex, sex and globalisation.
If you can't get some, read about it!
Follow the link to see the magazine we made for globalisation... including my articles about Sacred Sexuality and sexual development in Japan.. dutch though!
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[20 Jun 2007|01:18pm] |
Love one another, but make not a bond of love;
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shore of your souls.
Fill each others' cup but not drink from the one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf;
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.
Kahlil Gibran
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