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Love  this… playing with  God,  how fun  would that be,  really?

“Creativity is… seeing something that doesn’t exist already. You need to find out how you can bring it into being and that way be a playmate with God.” — Michele Shea

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forceful thoughts

this  bit is from an article  that I read  some years ago,  and  it  is worth sharing  and  repeating.

“Learn to substitute the  positive dream  for the negative dream.  The most important thing  that the mind   has to understand   is that  fantasy and reality  are not very different.  When your  fantasies gain enough strength to  become reality  within    your own consciousness, there will be    no distinction between     fantasy and reality.  Fantasy  is  phenomenon   that is  not yet  realized.  Reality  is  a realized fantasy.

 

If things do not happen,   it is   because  your thoughts  of  manifestation  lack force.   You  have to create  forceful thoughts  that will stay  longer in   your consciousness.  Continually  think  forceful thoughts.   Think forceful thoughts over and over  and over again  for long periods of time.    Then those    thoughts will  become   very  powerful,  and the  manifestation  will occur sooner.”

I do not know who the author of this  article was. Actually, I   think the   author or  write of this   bit was a  monk or  some  spiritual  person who was    well versed in  consciousness.  This article was  posted in the  Monthly  Aspectarian

   Hello,    readers,    it   has  been  a    very long time  and I  have   missed  posting  here.
( It  had to do with several  tech issues that  I  couldn’t sort  out,  and  some of them I am still sorting ..)
but   just the  other  night,    very, very  late,  I   discovered   this  one,  quite  by  accident  (or  not) and   I     had to share this,  because   Ms. Oliver  speaks   so  lovely, how   could I   NOT   share this?  Hoping to   get  back on this   game  plan in  a  bigger way….  ~kmk
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I thought the earth remembered me,
She took me back so tenderly
Arranging her skirts
Her pockets full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before
A stone on the riverbed,
Nothing between me and the white fire of the stars,
But my thoughts.
And they floated light as moths
Among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
Breathing around me.
The insects and the birds
Who do their work in darkness.
All night I rose and fell, As if water, grappling with luminous doom.
By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times
Into something better.

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This is  today’s    vibe,  again, it   matches the  weather, which is cold, grey,  watching  for snow (or not)…
In My House
by Mary Oliver
In my house lives the most beautiful wild animal.
Bus she is sad.
She has lost her forest.
She has lost her tribe.
Her very language is almost gone, dissolved
in sorrow and disuse.
What can you do to comfort such a creature?
She stares out of the windows and longs to go somewhere —-
but where?
The nothingness of the days exhausts her.
Have you ever seen an animal weep?
When I touch her she looks at me with that
lost world in her eyes —
hopeful, but trembling.

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on giving up

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this is a quote from  RUMI.   I   haven’t found the exact  reference  or which    book/poem of his it is in, but for now, I am going with it.   ~kmk

“When you go through a hard period, When everything seems to oppose you, … When you feel you cannot even bear one more minute, NEVER GIVE UP! Because it is the time and place that the course will divert!”

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Worth  contemplation…
“Into every empty corner, into all forgotten things and nooks, Nature struggles to pour life, pour life into the dead, life into life itself. ”

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This is  today’s    vibe,  again, it   matches the  weather, which is cold, grey,  watching  for snow (or not)…
In My House
by Mary Oliver
In my house lives the most beautiful wild animal.
Bus she is sad.
She has lost her forest.
She has lost her tribe.
Her very language is almost gone, dissolved
in sorrow and disuse.
What can you do to comfort such a creature?
She stares out of the windows and longs to go somewhere —-
but where?
The nothingness of the days exhausts her.
Have you ever seen an animal weep?
When I touch her she looks at me with that
lost world in her eyes —
hopeful, but trembling.