Thursday, March 8, 2012

The Most...



The most beautiful sea:
---hasn't been crossed yet.
The most beautiful child:
---hasn't grown up yet.
Our most beautiful days:
---we haven't seen yet.
And the most beautiful words I wanted to tell you
---I haven't said yet...

by Nâzım Hikmet Ran

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

The Proccess



Living is often a painful process. The surge of intensity which flies out into the cosmos- the infinite explorer.
The dance of energy which makes this moment, can make me tremble.
Love. How confusing. It both creates and destroys. I guess non-attachment is key.

Whirlwind. Fulfill it all now.

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Self Activation & Systems Go



Good Image came a few days ago of a new form and context for the Activation & Actualization of owning ones space and storyline. Part breaking free, part giving in, part leaping off, part going in. Spaceships move because there is a captain to tell them to.

The challenge is acceptance. Not so much a countdown, just a decision on firm ground.

Monday, December 26, 2011

Walking along the path...




Whirlwind into now. So much happening- only sometimes truly mastering.
Continually trying to become the content of my manifestation.
Actualization is my mirror for inner being.

Birth>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>2>>>>>0>>>>>>1>>>>>>>>2

Follow the law of attraction. When you ask it shall be given.
Let us test these rules.

.:.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Remember to set your vibrational frequency...



There are no happier people on this planet than those who decide that they want something, define what they want, get hold of the feeling of it even before its manifestation and then joyously watch the unfolding as, piece by piece by piece, it begins to unfold. That's the feeling of your hands in the clay.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Of Course It Does


"It takes a lot of courage to go out there and radiate you essence"

Monday, July 18, 2011

"I have come to the frightening conclusion that I am the decisive element; it is my mood that makes the weather" - Goethe