All beings want to be in the light of the Father and love of the Mother.
All higher beings potentially represent that to those further down the soul evolution ladder.
Yet when I play with an animal, I feel like a child. I feel the light on me.
I saw this guy in the middle of the road driving home through the downpour. Everyone else was driving over him. I didn’t want to stop either, it was pouring and I was tired. I did though. He was huddled and hurt so I carefully put my hand under him. Brought him into the woods and was gonna place him under some leaf cover, he gripped my fingers like he didn’t want to be put on the ground. He shook and pinched me every time the thunder clapped overhead.
At any other time this bird would fly away. At that moment I could feel he did not want to be alone. So I drove home with him in my palm, one hand on the wheel. I put him under a covered deck where it was dry and not in the open. Dried him off and gave him my shirt to rest on.
After I took him home I wanted to keep helping. He was hopping and stretching his wings, eyes were open and alert. I knew the best thing I could do was trust nature and his strength. So after the storm cleared I took him back to the spot I found him. It was a cool drive because he was alert and looking out the window. I found some brush and cover, and he hopped to it. I said a little nature prayer, wished him well , thanked him, and that was that.
It was a heart intensive experience and my honor to help this beautiful bird. It is sacred to work with nature. He could of been dying and maybe all I did was show him something other than cold rain in those moments. Maybe he survived and I saved him. Maybe I gave him reassurance and held space for him, and the rest was in the hands of nature and whatever spirits were watching out for him. I have no illusions that this bird would let me pick him up if I saw him again. All life is sentient on some level though. Everything has a need to connect. No one wants to feel scared and isolated in the storm.
When we encounter a wounded animal or part of nature it is our responsibility to be the best caretakers and stewards we can in the span of time we are asked to. We make life a little better when we approach the wounds with mindfulness and empathy.
Day # I don’t know, of my recovery. Pushing myself, facing my body’s pains and fear. I think it’s getting there when you can do the Rocky moves in your work out. I don’t need a mountain to climb, I’ve been climbing a mountain since I was born. The mountains run away from me because they’re afraid I’m gonna eat them up in toe and heel.
It’s the journey and it can be long and lonely.
Sometimes there’s people along the way and they say, “Hey you’re so good at this can you carry my weight?”. Sometimes you help them out. Sometimes you gotta leave them in the wind.
It’s the paradox of the mountain. There’s other people on it and if you’re higher than they are and they’re asking for help, they can’t return the favor. Not today. They’ll make you feel alone as you carry their weight close to your chest. You’re not really holding them, just holding their load. They might be sitting on their ass at the bottom of the mountain. They might be higher than you but not in heart because they might forget about you when they make it.
It’s the paradox of the mountain. The more alone you are on the rugged trail and it does draw ragged beads from stung eyes, the more alone the closer you feel. In the open air, closer to everything. The more you appreciate every contact and every connection.
I’ve been climbing since I was born. There’s only one other person I respect in this world and that’s the person who’s climbing theirs too.
You can only hope that others live with the same reverence, like a spark of solidarity, but you gotta climb yours, gotta love yours.
It’s the journey, it’s the trail tailor made to the soul, fit to the soles. It’s our mountains we climb. It’s our climbs that bring us together. In the climb we find our peace, in our deepest pushes we find our harmony.
Everyone says they love their mothers but I’m wary unless they love all mothers. I’m not moved by sentiment unless they respect all life. I’m not convinced unless they love what she loves and works to create and brings into the world. What she toils, nurtures, cries, sweats and has bled for.
I think to respect the mother we have to respect her work and personal sacrifices.
I think mothers day shouldn’t revert us to sentiments. I think it should make us all sober and look at what the hell we’re doing to each other on this planet… I know it’s a radical idea, it’s like saying we should be decent to each other year round and not just put it on a Christmas card.
Keep in mind that every living thing came from a mother in one form or another. Remember that many living things came from the blood, sweat, tears, self sacrifices and enduring love of a mother. Respect your mother by respecting all mothers. Respect the mother by respecting what she’s toiled in stress and joy, pain and love to give a chance to in this world. Love is more than a feeling. It’s awareness, it’s consciousness, it’s actions.
Happy Mother’s day. Here’s a cute video.
Mothers give birth to cute animals like this. If we are to truly respect the mother we must respect her children, the life she gives birth to. It takes a lot of energy and love to create a new lifeform let alone birth and raise it.
To love one mother we must love all mothers, and the life they bring into the world.
People often forget this in “I love my momma” sentiments. I love my momma too but it is upon us to do more than revert to sappiness when faced with the archetype of the mother. It’s upon us to bring consciousness to the love we feel for our mommas. It’s upon us to live and act in ways that consciously recognize and respect the mother.
To do so we must respect all that she gives birth to. One gave birth to each of us too. She provided us the opportunity to experience life. Thank her by respecting her work.
Happy Mother’s day. Live, laugh, and celebrate life!
***something fun to do: see how many Conan Obrien’s you can spot in the video (this sentence is only as random as creation is spontaneous).
If you want to know why the world is fucked up and why “despite all my rage I’m still just a rat in a cage”, read this.
Then follow up with this as an example of the problem.
It should be noted that the dogmatic assholes who level accusations of moral failing, sin and karma against addicts or anyone in a destitute situation are (consciously or not) part of or serving the evil they claim to be fighting.
They’re part of a destructive system that plays games against humanity. A system that trips humanity up and gets people to feel guilty about themselves for being human. These forces do not want a harmonious world. They want chaos and suffering. They know that the rats are going to go for the drugged water if the cage is made toxic and isolating.
The nature of true evil is not a moral failing or fairy tale figure with horns and a tail. The nature of true evil is something incredibly anti-human (anti-life, anti-matter, anti-spirit). It has no point of reference in the human world and known universe other than maybe the deepest and staunchest clingings on to the force of denial. Denial against freedom, beingness, and the very natural and spontaneous flow of creation itself.
Evil is what has created our culture and is everywhere in society where natural humanity is shamed and natural connection and bonding between warm blooded creatures is shunned.
Some call this evil “patriarchy”, and the negative male ego is very much part of it. The negative male ego, with its desire for power and control, is sort of evil’s prison bitch. The negative male will readily sell out his soul if he thinks he’s going to get a power or ego fix from it. Many men habitually exist in this state of soullessness because it’s been woven into society and the collective mind to think and act in such ways.
Despite how many men (and women) have sold out for power, for money, for fancy suits and cars, and to own the feminine* the source of evil is not humanity. It is something very not human. Something akin to the machines in the Matrix movies. Something that does not understand humanity and its needs at all, something with a sadistic apathy toward it.
*At least the material expression of the feminine (and human soul), as the highest heavens elude those who operate in control and malignant aggression… in crude terms one can not rape their way into the highest gateways of the Mother. Doorways only open for honest hearts and spirits that grasp compassion. “Heaven” never kicked us out, we strayed from it. We kick ourselves out and close the door further with every unhuman act. Love is eternal however, and the arms of love reach out and cry as we stray into unnatural, unhuman territory. Only unnatural patriarchal gods seek to judge (with their limited sight) and punish. Truly, the truest eternal power cries out quietly for us and reminds us that we can turn away form our self betraying unhuman ways at any time and come back to our humanity and souls.
This is the truest temptation of the Mother force, the feminine expression, that unhuman religions and autistic masculine minds demonize and fear.
It’s basic touch itself, even the recognition of our own beingness in our own warm bodies, that these unhuman forces seek to separate us from and have developed entire mind infecting paradigms of polarization and terror against.
It is that basic need that tempts us in our deepest souls to reunite with. Love is what nourished our souls and made any of us what we are today. It is sad how far we’ve strayed.
I can hear the universe crying for us, can you?
Those are some playful cats! I bet there’s a part of your soul that wishes it could jump in that pile and roll around, even if your brain is telling you it would be dangerous. It probably would be dangerous unless you were really grounded and good at talking with animals.
They are magnificent though. Feline energy is a powerful force on this Earth. It’s fierce yet very in touch with the heart. It’s independent yet affectionate.
Why can’t we all get along like this?
Maybe because a lot of people’s consciousness is held in/run by their reptilian brains not their limbic brains? Maybe every shock and trauma in the world upon the masses, repeated in the media… maybe because the way we are raised in our modern world strips away self identity, self reliance and self security.
If you pay attention to the world out there you’ve probably noticed how dark it is. It’s almost as if human consciousness is racing backwards. People work themselves to the ground for material things. People fight, manipulate and kill each other for basic security. People believe in “the dream” and look up to leaders who are more cut throat than they are.
Buttons are easily pushed, triggers are easily triggered. Egos salivate at the mouth to speak without listening. Every news story presents an opportunity to exercise dualistic “black vs. white” thinking. We’re divided in of ourselves and have become petty minded like walking piles of conflict and division. You might say we are losing both spirit and soul.
The limbic/monkey brain is higher than the reptilian brain yet it’s still the animal brain and we have a difficult time connecting with it. We’re being reduced to machines. Many people believe that you aren’t successful unless you are making a certain amount of money, have a certain size house or aren’t famous. Success is too little judged by walking one’s self authentic path, the development of self awareness, by virtue of deeds done, by what brings joy and growth to the individual or what contributes something constructive to society. Often success is judged by how much shiny empty nothingness one can attain while destroying as much of their self and others as possible.
This has lead us to a collective state of ennui and emptiness. Without true fulfillment of the spirit and soul our souls are starving, driving us to become more cold and mechanical. Especially since in our modern rat race many people idealize the snake/eagle “alpha” predator prototype, for reasons including emulation of psychopaths (power and material wealth at any cost) and ancient patterns repeating in human hosts (having to do with a disconnection from the heart in favor of material based intellect). See: the eagle and the condor
We as a species greatly see power in cold blooded viciousness and manipulation. We need to remember that there is power in warm blooded playfulness and empathy. One is a spiritual path that leads to growth and expansion, one is an anti-spiritual path that leads to a reduction and loss of spirit. We live in times where many peoples’ spirits are asleep or they’re willfully denying their spirits-the massive amount of self revelation and worldly truth that their awakening spirits would shine upon for their tenacious egos to cope with.
The spirit thrives in unfettered playfulness and honesty. Both allow the inner fire within us to come alive, to come out and to expand in creative ways. In our world we face much resistance against the inner fire. It is repressed and traumatized (beginning with male circumcision, also before birth), and comes out in warped and destructive ways. We are the elves from Lord of the Rings that are being perverted into orcs.
The feline is again a very potent teacher both in real life and symbolically, especially where human consciousness is currently stuck at. Animals can be greatly helpful to us in our struggle. Especially those playful cats that call out to the primordial parts of our Earthly souls. It’s very important to connect with the playful parts of ourselves, which also of course connect us with our inner children and the mother. The literal mother, mother Earth, the universal Mother and the feminine energy of animation and regeneration.
The feline manages to pull off the top predator thing whilst being warm blooded/playful/cuddly/loving too. They also rough around without hurting each other. Those big furry predators can teach us a lot about warmth and affection, about independence and boundaries, even self reliance as they leap into and walk branches with ease. There are many reminders we can gain from cats besides that they are cute and fun to watch! They make you want to go play in the grass until you collapse in a warm cuddly pile.
Felines (also canines-which are from wolves, another animal that knows how to play and show warmth) show more empathy than some people! This doesn’t mean that animals are more compassionate than people. It means that human beings have been reduced in spirit and heart. It means that we can awaken again if we heed spirit, warmth and courage.
Maybe these animals can help us all remember something that human souls often lack in our vain/hyper idealized soundbites/colorful shiny touch screen world. Something to do with the warmth and genuineness of being. Maybe just remember that we’re human beings and that there is no pain, fear or stress that has the power to strip our beingness from us or scare us away from being.
We spend enough time in the dead and dark parts of our minds already. What about the spirit, what about the living breathe within each being, within each moment?
Then again this is speculation, maybe I read too much into cats and cuddling *smile face*
I felt like posting something life embracing, a daring show of beauty. In a pair of lips, in a sift of sand, in a wisp of a wave… It’s not fearful. It’s not a gripping headline. It’s not ironic. It’s not meant to make your life seem unexciting. It’s not a trend. It’s not a top 10 list. It’s not new. It’s been around for ages. This thing called beauty. This thing called life. It might be said that the first time we fell in love was with life itself. So let’s rise.
The beauty of nature’s soul and the aortic vessel, promoting little bursts of ecstasy and grand moments blossoming. Life is provocative and my mind makes love to it every day. Ravishing, full body quaking orgasmic love. Let’s throw off our jaded clothes. Let’s try our staying power. Let’s see who smiles biggest…
Sometimes you find it within, sometimes it finds you without.
For my love and Mother ‘verse.
The shoreline swelled and salty wet, the waves relaxed into their undulating rhythm wrapping the land ’round. Golden tracks galvanize a moment, hand in hand, a couple lifted by crystal scintilla pillows between the toes.
Imagine that we realized the life that abounds within us. Imagine that we fell in love with the beauty that surrounds us. Imagine that love was already embracing us.
Beauty, healing as it is inspiring, can make you remember why. Beauty can be found in night and day. Make a friend with both and maybe you’ll catch them in the moments they meet and twirl in. The day kisses the night awake with fiery zest and the night soothes the tired day’s weary soles. Every moment has something to reveal. Each is a witness.