Everyday Soul Lovin'

Soul lovin' and JAH seekin'. 'Cause that's just how I roll.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Rumi said this-
"You've heard it said there's a window that opens from one mind to another,
but if there is no wall there is no need for fitting the window, or the latch."

I say this-
"I loved you before I knew you."

Zen says this-
"It is what it is."
"You are what you it."
"There are no mistakes."

I say this-
"I loved you before I knew you."

Kerouac said this-
"Perfectly selfless,
the beauty of it,
the butterfly doesn't take it as a personal achievement,
he just disappears through the trees.
You too, kind and humble and not-even-here,
It wasn't in a greedy mood that you saw the light
that belongs to everybody."
I say this-
"In looking into
that light,
I saw your face.
That is how I know I loved you before I knew you."

Friday, August 04, 2006

Why do we save things?
I've been cleaning and packing for my next move.
Tuesday I got into my closet, and found boxes still unopened from my last move about 2 1/2 years ago.
My first reaction was to send them to the trash man,
instinct (or perhaps nostalgia) told me to open them.
Most were small trinkets that used to sit on a large alter I had, back when I had enough space for such things.
Some I decided to keep, as my new home will allow me the space to give them the respect and display they deserve.
But others I decided to pass on.
Also in the boxes I found pieces of paper.
Covered in symbols with words scribbled down around them, mostly in Hebrew.
The memory of the moment came rushing back as I quoted a blessing prayer, thanking the POWER within and apart from myself for bringing me through such darkness that I had to cloak my own words and their meanings...
Unable to fully express what was being revealed.
The writings in Hebrew, (I've LONG forgotten the words, but to this day still have the meanings within...) were gathered in a pile and taken to the woods.
I dug a pit and poured some wine.
I sat there with them for a while, hoping the language would suddenly come rushing back to me; but it didn't.
I kissed the corner of each page before the flame returned their words to immortality.
Also in the box was a folder containing some easier to read poetry I had written to myself around the same time as the symbols. Taking place from 06/99-01/00
Perhaps some of the darkest, most hopeless and hopeful six months of my life.
I believe I'll call the collections
"Slightly Confused Affirmations of a Blue Girl".
In yet another unpacked box I found a memory of a friend.
His name was Geoff and he smelled like patchulli when he leaned in to kiss my cheek and give me a book.
"You're going to need this one of these days, Seek"
It was a handbook for Crowley's Tarot...
At the time I was more interested in the magic of nature than looking into the mirror of my soul, though my early years with divination had given me some idea, and often times the priestess would grace my spread, so that's what I identified with.
I set the book on my shelf, and then in a box, and then I pretty much forgot about it.
until Tuesday afternoon, when I reopened the box.
It was a cosmic slap to my face that sent me into a fit of giggles when I opened it to realize that a single card had been tucked between pages 92 and 93.
The Queen of Cups.
A single sentence in the margin
-Sikah, stay true to YOUR magic-
For me, confirmation happens in 3's.
This was the first, though it came to me as the last...
Something about the written word...
What came to me as the first was a simple chat with a friend who told me I should check it out... Not just the tarot, but specifically the Q.o.C.
I read it and admit I felt the pull, but that's about as much as I looked into at the time.
The next came to me at work one day, a cute little Goth girl (about 16ish)
came in so excited to have gotten her first deck.
She came to the counter and told me to pull one.
You guessed it
Queen of Cups.
We both giggled as I slipped the card back into the deck.
So now I've returned, full circle to this thing... The last confirmation, actually being the first.
"You're going to need this one of these days, Seek"
Thanks Geoff, I think you may be right...

Friday, June 09, 2006

Last week I told life what I wanted out of it.
This week it's giving me some of the goodness I so boldly demanded.
Now, I know it's my own will and magic
that dropped the goodness into my lap,
but it was also something else.
Something that was a part of,
but separate from my own will and energies.
The chartreuse trench coat returned to my visions.
The energy within danced for me.
The energy within became the energy around,
and now I am 'recharged'.
As a soul, living in a human body,
there is only so much you can do to get your way.
Your way may not be THE way,
and sometimes that's hard to grasp
when you're only aware
of a fraction of your capabilities.
Eventually something from within
will connect with something from beyond,
and you'll find a wish granted.
The process will repeat itself.
eventually you'll be aware of the unique powers
you have.
Hidden away and locked up somewhere behind your eyes.
Until then,
Demand more from life.
Soon life will wonder what all the commotion is
and open the door.

Friday, June 02, 2006

Drinkin' Buddy!

Interesting, no?

Friday, May 12, 2006

That's all for now, look for lizards in the future.


Thursday, May 11, 2006

Here I am. A little stoned, and excited about crackers.

Sunday, May 07, 2006

I'll have pictures soon.

Have I mentioned that the new Pearl Jam album is worth the money, if not for anything but the art inside? The words and music have inspired me for a week and it's not coming out of my c.d player anytime soon.

I'm reading a lot of poetry, connecting with some of David's psalms as well.
Embracing my pain as my cure, giving myself new birth as I enter into the universal flame only to find my healing within my own hands. A chat with a friend giving me new thoughts for meditation, opening wide my crown's eye to re-experience conciously all dimensions.
Infinitum within the center of the spiral.
Long forgotten power from within.
What's next?