looking into Dog eye
stitching Moon
just looking around, being impressed by the peacefulness today compared to a couple days ago when my MIND was creating drama. Truth is, this Place, including the bed of the dreamers is exactly the same. That day, Today. As Anias Nin (sp) said…Everything was different, but nothing had changed but my mind.
Today thinking of them in aboriginal terms…uncreated creation spirits….dreamings Thank you for this, Carole.
yes… i like that… dreamers
and yes to the quote big grin
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dreamers. We are all dreamers, yes?
the Nin quote….i remember/remembered that from some cards two
women made for the Art Market in Eugene Oregon when i was living
there….
those two women called themselves Fearless Art. yes.
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the Aboriginal ideas of living forever in your dreamtime . . . & walkabouts. . . lots of goodness there.
your moon and sun-and beings- more goodness.
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am thinking about this…the dreamtime….night dream/day dream
dream
how what IS just IS but we dream it.
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…and we create & ARE all the parts of our dreams. that’s something I still try to wrap my head around.
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it’s Big and it’s
Real.
and yes. hard. but worth the effort
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Oh Grace,
THANKYOU, I am so happy, the peacefulness is with you now,look at everything as creation spirits,it will help in your daily happenings 🙂 xo
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Ah…peace amongst the dreamers–what a great notion…
Saw Ram Das last night by skype broadcast at Tibet house…he in Hawaii and about a hundred fifty of us on West fifteenth street in Manhattan…Big wall sized projection from the laptop connection…we could hear and see him and he could hear and see us…amazing right?!
Krishna Das sang the hanuman chalisa for him and Rameshwar Das read from the new book they did together-http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16291796-polishing-the-mirror-and then he took questions from about ten people and they asked about things bothering them in their lives. it was good….felt like a family reunion–“That’s who we all are on this path, spiritual family and friends. It’s just one big family. We’re all relatives until we realize we’re really all the same and there’s only one of us—one loving awareness.”
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your moon looks a it like a dog’s eye
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yes. everything is turning into everything
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Its something how mind works, eh? The chatter in mine has calmed significantly over the years, however, it doesn’t take much for me to get into a tizzy… usually its financial, that always causes crazy-mind over peaceful presence.
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yes…it’s something. and funny, how we seem to feel it’s some
kind of autonomous thing…rather than self created. am tired of
the Tizzys. really really needing to be done with it.
Think i’ll feed the Tizzys to those Dreamers…compost
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Tizzys and fantods. That’s another good one. I’m hoping things settle for me today so that tomorrow I can laugh and pretend it was only my imagination.
I’ve been reading and thinking about your grubs for a few days. We had them in our compost years ago. They are pretty icky looking. But the beetles they hatch into are beautiful. Maybe a metaphor for something. Those of us who will never be butterflies. People run screaming from those fig beetles, as if they’re being attacked. My husband says they don’t see very well, and that’s why they crash into you. Once people understand that the bugs are nearsighted they stop being a threat. Maybe that could be another metaphor.
Thanks for thoughts of dreamers.
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there’s a beautiful equinox energy in this cloth
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and love this –
October, Month Without Gods
The Japanese think this is the month-without-gods.
They celebrate it this way. They don’t alliterate October
with gold falling from the fragile trees,
or with revolutions that changed history.
October, like a truce. Like an absence of everything
that exceeds limits. May it be for us
liberation. Because now they don’t exhibit
the relentless naked gods of summer,
the too many gods, and so much remains
for the child of winter to be born,
and our sight doesn’t reach any further, from this
month of distances, month of far aways,
imperfect, attained, fortuitous. If only it would be
like this for us. Without the eight million
gods that hide in the city or in the forest,
the scales coincide with our statures.
Let us be carried away by our premonitions.
Let us write things with small letters.
Let us celebrate October for its absence of gods.
Let us enjoy its name because it is only a number
in a truncated series. And forgotten. It is October.
We have thirty days all to ourselves.
– Juan Antonio González-Iglesias
translated by Curtis Bauer
via Whiskey River
http://whiskeyriver.blogspot.com.au/2014/10/october-month-without-gods-japanese.html
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Woo hoo!
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O, I LOVE THIS. YES AND OH YES AND AND
I LOVE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
30 days, all to ourselves…YES and o yes…this is exactly
how it Feels to me right now…how perfect,
THANK YOU!
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it will. Uncreated Creation Spirits. very much, yes, it will.
again, Thank You. so much.
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looked. and yes. how do we LIVE this understanding day to day
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not pretend, but KNOW that it was Imagination….KNOW it.
We are so used to the Fig Beetles here, the flying Olives…how
kind of inept they are. But continue to Just Go, them. Banging into people, walls, homes. Whack, then rising up and going again.
Dear Them. Makes sense that their “babies” would be these fat kind of scarey grubs. But they are diligent in their sense of Going.
Dreamers
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there is, isn’t there. Moon Sun Equal
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what a Beauty Full soft day this was and now i go to Dream which is just
another World, no less, no more.
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