For who ? For ourselves. Did we do something, some ritual that affirmed our faith today ? In what ? In ourselves. Our ability to connect with our inner selves. For if we do not, who is this person that is working, loving, talking etc. It’s certainly not you.
It’s an everyday search for me. For that something that can put me in touch with myself. My connection to consciousness. My connection to loving nature.
Of course many people have faith. Which is a wonderful ability. I don’t have blind faith. I am more of a searcher. Questioner. Good, bad ? I don’t know. No value judgements on any faith or the question of faith. Or on myself.
Some people do it with meditation first thing in the morning. I have never been able to do that. I have to connect to something, however small, however little, to loose my sense of individuality. That’s the daily struggle. Against my own exaggarated sense of myself. I am so used to it. I have relied on it for so many years. So tough to let go now. Not that I have never questioned it before. But now, it is really important for me to be truly ‘active’ rather than ‘reactive’, which is what I have done most of my life. And how do I know what that ‘true’ action is ? Unless I am constantly in touch with something larger, more immense, more universal than myself ?
Yes I know. By letting go. By allowing yourself not to be addicted to the result of your action. By allowing chaos to invade your life. Yes, I agree. All of that. I do allow chaos to prevade in my life. I am impeteous (spelling). But then the individual in me fights back hard.
It’s an everyday battle. This battle to let go of one’s addiction to one’s sense of individuality.
Yet, the smallest of things can provoke the sensing of my flowing into something much much larger. Something infinite.
This morning it was my 5 year old daughter waking me up with a loud ‘Peekaboo’ and the tinkling of an early morning laugh.
Sometimes it;s just getting up early enough to watch the first shades of dark blue brush across the sky. Something deeply stirring about that.
Sometimes it’s unexpected gestures of affection that were not sought. Or given so instinctually that you were not aware of them.
Sometimes, it’s writing a poem. But only if the words are coming from somewhere else. As if something is flowing through you, a river of emotion you can physically feel that flows through your being.
But it is always so unexpected. So much that I am constantly aware now. My senses hightened. Waiting for that unexpected moment.
When something deeper will reach out and engulf me, and give my life, and all my actions, however small, a deeper and all encompassing context. On a daily basis.
So say a prayer for me. And for yourself.
Shekhar
~safe journey, Andrew R. Raymond~
@cinda
Dear cinda, thank you for the response.
I remember posting a reply, but somehow i do not find it here now! So let me add it again.
Regarding if God is he she or me, I do not know. At least in some languages grammatically it is he.
And regarding the word surity, it is not what i meant, I meant feeling secure that there is a care taker. Prayer gives me that feel! Not any surity as such.
I do enjoy uncertainity of life, it makes life interesting!
Prayers love and peace
manju
Thank you Manju,
Love and prayers to you also,
Cinda
On this day, a morning prayer…
~Lynden Christopher George Morphius Smith~
Peace, contentment, mindfulness, calm, patience…love
~Cinda Angela Indumati Auracle Raymond~
Peace, contentment, mindfulness, calm, patience…love
thank you
a deep moment in prayer, and an affectionate, comforting hug to those with tears.
Very nice site!
http://vimeo.com/2521215
Whisper of a prayer…to all those lonely and unhappy…immense love to you to bring on abundant cheer to life…forever.
~thank you for this day, whatever it brings…thank you~
~giving thanks for all that we have and making the best of it~
On this day,
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On the Anniversary of the Propane Blasts at Downsview, Ontario…Canada, peace, calm, patience, tolerance, truthfulness, justice, settling of emotions and damages done…for the past year…om shanti shanti shanti, thank you for all the lessons learned on this very painful and difficult journey…as it continues
we shall be what “is” meant to be…love to all those who are still in need of comfort and healing…blessings
~Even After Death~
Thank you for everything…blessings be
to thee…om shanti
love is…
healing, comfort, support and peace…to all those affected by the tornados and storms that went through Ontario…om shanti shanti shanti
In walking through the physical spaces, experiences and visual stories of inhumanly brutal repression & the oppressive regime during Sovietisation of the Baltics….pensive and achingly teared-up moments at the KGB/Genocide Museum and the Museum of Occupation…
Prayers for the souls of all those victims who endured inhumane conditions, torture, physical, psychological and moral debasement…and a prayer for their living lineage to experience nothing but a life of freedom and dignity, free of psychological scars and painful memories…
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IRmNyxigiAI – a Sant Tukaram abhang on Ganapati Bappa, delivered in Carnatic format…
om…
to the reunion of the sounds of love…
played through the hands of those who gathered and connected with that of the inspiration and influence of their father, Cyril Seeram Raymond…mother, Chan Mary Raymond and all the other ancestors who walked on the path of
~love through music~
Dear Shekhar,
Osho says,
If you have found your truth within yourself there is nothing more in this whole existence to find. Truth is functioning through you. When you open eyes, it is truth opening his eyes. When you close your eyes, it is the truth who is closing his eyes.Then you live as truth- alive, radiant,contented, blissful, a song unto yourself. The whole life becomes prayer without words, or better to say a prayerfulness, a grace, a beauty which does not mundane world, a ray of light coming from the beyond into the daekness of our world.”
~celebrating birthdays~
om shanti shanti shanti
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wow..look at the power behind this post..672 comments ! and still alive !
do you notice -what attracts people to one another
is an intuitive sense of a chance to meet their own selves. A simple post like this hits you gently in your solar plexus..loosening up those tightly and dearly held ideas..concepts..questioning the ideas that are feeding on your power of belief..to each it smells of something alive within..it opens up a way for each to meet themselves.
Who is praying?
When you ask that long enough..
you end up asking
who is left
to be in prayer..
the power of answers is lost on you..
the joys of questions remain..
along with it the inner smile
Rumi said:
“Remember God so much that you are forgotten.
Let the caller and the called disappear;
be lost in the Call.”
Rumi said:
“Remember God so much that you are forgotten.
Let the caller and the called disappear;
be lost in the Call.”
Thank you Deepak for sharing here…
For the love of love…let it be…om shanti
…infinite is the way
you are i am
there is no us…
there is only
this that is now
when is now?
how are we to know
when it keeps on moving
and there is no holding on to it…
what do we really have?
nothing, not even the now…
infinite…that is the essence of what is
not even in the now, because there is no
past, present, future…
just
nothing…
on shanti
…a new thread of the journey in my life has been spun…let it bind as if there was nothing holding it together…yet the feel of it resembles that of a breeze gliding through the air…nothing holding it back…and everything connected to it…all at the same time…
…thankful to be alive…to write this
had a brush with death…and living to tell about it…
om shanti shanti shanti
strength to a tender mind in indore…
there are guardian angels…
Guardian Angels…thank you
To the cosmos, vibes, interconnectedness…harmony of threads, beingness, all that there is….thank you for guarding this existance…
om
Kavita…om shanti
Shekhar…great sharing, inspiration beyond words
Passage…that which is real. i havent seen it, but listening to the description…the essence of its love flows through…clearly
AR…youve found music in love…or love in music, it matters not which way…because there is not one without the other
guardian angels…om shanti
…for people who really “listen” to what others have to say…om shanti
…healing and patience for getting there…
As Ash…dirt is
returned
renewed
brought back with what it was in what it is
now…
…here’s to coming home…
~thank you~
“ I died as a mineral and became a plant,
I died as plant and rose to animal,
I died as animal and I was Man.
Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
Yet once more I shall die as Man, to soar
With angels bless’d; but even from angelhood
I must pass on: all except God doth perish.
When I have sacrificed my angel-soul,
I shall become what no mind e’er conceived.
Oh, let me not exist! for Non-existence
Proclaims in organ tones,
To Him we shall return.”
~Rumi
~*Om * Ayim * Hreem * Sreem * Siva * Rama * Anagha * Dattaya * Namaha*~
Da Shaman Iz Here
da smile
it touches my heart
da voice
it soothes my soul
da breath
it breathes through me
da touch
it surrenders to me
a feel of oneness
folds into da arms
ov dis earthly creature
who reaches past
dis universe
my being is afloat
wen da presence ov dis being
joins wit mine
there iz no longer us
there iz…one
there iz…none
jus love
love alone…
Chiron says:
“Healing is the gradual awakening to the perfection
of your life.”
“If the Universe is a cosmic symphony, then we are the music and Healing is our ascending melody…”
“The child must know that he is a miracle; that since the beginning of the world there hasn’t been, and until the end of the world there will not be, another child like him.” Pablo Casals
“There is a Native American prophecy which states that when the planet of ‘healing’ is discovered in the sky, this is when the sacred warrior teachings will return to earth.
Just recently I heard a Yacqi shaman speak: “Imagine if you will, it is pre-dawn and the sun is about to rise on the beach, and some people have awakened early to see the pre-dawn light. The rest of the people are still sleeping on the beach, and those who woke up early have a “sacred responsibility” to help other people as they begin to wake up, and to know what sunrise is all about.” Larry Williamson
I am not that which is
is stands on its own without me
if I am here or not
Reflections from the text of the
CONVERSATIONS WITH GOD
books…
You are living in a dream of your own creation. Let it be the dream of a lifetime, for that is exactly what it is.
Dream of a world in which the God and Goddess in you is never denied, and in which you never again deny the God and the Goddess in another. Let your greeting, both now and forevermore, be Namastè.
Dream of a world in which love is the answer to every question, the solution to every problem, the response to every situation, the experience in every moment.
Dream of a world in which Life, and that which supports Life, is the highest value, receives the highest honor, and has its highest expression.
Dream of a world in which freedom becomes the highest expression of life, in which no one who claims to love another seeks to restrict another, and in which all are allowed to express the glory of their being in measure full and true.
Dream of a world in which equal opportunity is granted to all, and equal resources are available to all, and equal dignity is accorded to all, so that all may experience equally the unequalled wonder of Life.
Dream of a world in which judgment is never again visited by one upon another, in which conditions are never again laid down before love is offered, and in which fear is never again seen as a means of respect.
Dream of a world in which differences do not produce divisions, individual expression does not produce separation, and the greatness of The Whole is reflected in the greatness of Its parts.
Dream of a world in which there is always enough, in which the simple gift of sharing leads to that awareness-and creates it, and in which every action supports it.
Dream of a world in which suffering is never again ignored, in which intolerance is never again expressed, and in which hatred is never again experienced by anyone.
Dream of a world in which ego is relinquished, in which superiority is abolished, and in which ignorance is eliminated from everyone’s reality, reduced to the Illusion that it is.
Dream of a world in which mistakes lead not to shame, regrets lead not to guilt, and judgment leads not to condemnation.
Dream of these things, and more.
Do you choose them?
Then dream them into being.
With the might of your dreams end the nightmare of your imagined reality.
You can choose this.
Or, you can choose The Illusion.
I have said to you before, through the words of poets and leaders and philosophers: There are those who see things as they are, and say, “Why?” And there are those who dream of things that never were and say, “Why not?”
What do you say?
~ Neal
…for da shaman,
in deep appreciation and gratitude…namaste
om shanti shanti shanti
I was led to a Shaman on Friday…sat in a sacred sound healing circle and had a very unique experience of releasing, surrendering and becoming one with what was offered on that evening…three hours or so had passed and time was not felt, we had entered another dimension not of the physical plain…it was spiritual…it was nothing I could have predicted or expected…on the way there I talked to myself about not expecting anything, not planning how I was going to be, not trying to picture how it was going to look, smell, taste or feel…to just be, and although I was telling myself all of this, still…the intellectual part, the ego part the conditioned part, the bruised part, wounded and messed up parts were all stacking odds against what I was telling myself…and that’s what it was I was telling myself, not feeling it, but lecturing it…that’s what the difference was, now I know, I knew nothing of what was to come.
There I sat and waited…picked up a book on “true love” to read while waiting for the program to begin. The universe always knows what its doing, we here have no idea, we can plan, think, calculate even try to map out what was to come or even what had happened…but somehow, I know even in writing this, there is no way for me to even know that what I am writing is what really was…so having said that, this is what I thought happened on that Friday evening…
For many years now, I have been carrying around some energy filled with pain from my father’s passing, a propane blast, car accident, flooded basement, troubled friends and family, attached behaviours and emotions, basically…lots of clogged up stuff…it weighed heavily on my being…if there was one left, even coming here was proven to be difficult on occasion..and I continued out of maybe habit, commitment…who knows!…but I still kept coming here…
so, here I am, sitting in a room with 15 or so people, in a circle, chairs, couches…waiting to see what would happen, just wanting to reach out to what ever will be…then she walked in, the Shaman, Wendy Luckey, I watched as she walked around the room, calm, laughing, talking about being late and that the timing was just as it was meant to be…then she said she was not sure as yet where she was going to sit…after a while, moving a small circular table around and placing it where it felt, just right…then she sat. The organizer and healer, Sher…adjusted the couch I was sitting on, by the way, a three people couch and me alone ended up sitting there..hmmm, anyway, it felt like more of a circle after that adjustment was made by Sher. The ceremony began and as it went on…I sat there and listened…Wendy inhaled herbal fumes and as she had lit the substance, a spark from the bundle landed on the bottom of her skirt…I watched it as it floated down and ended up on her blue skirt…there it was glowing, bright red!…I was sitting there staring at it…watching to see if it would go out…and it wasn’t, I thought, I am seeing things or is it something that could probably turn her skirt into a burning inferno and then what?…so I kept on telling my self to go and tell her, I was almost directly across from her seated in the sacred circle. No one else was doing anything…so I thought maybe it was in my imagination…then I saw it glow, then I thought, maybe it was part of the skirt decoration…but I tried looking harder to see if maybe it was or not, then I kept on telling my self, if I don’t get up and do something, then it might set her ablaze…so I said get up!!!!and I did, I went over to her and BOWED DOWN while telling her that there was a spark on her skirt…I took it off and placed it ion my hand,,,and the thing was still glowing, she said “thanks or something, I don’t quite remember…as I walked away, I rubbed the spark out in my hand and motioned with both my hands over my head as if to bless myself with it, or take in its…purpose, don’t know why I even did that, but right after I did, I realised this evening was going to be different…that I was in the perfect place for what had to be…then as the evening went on…and various rituals passed the evening, as we were going around the circle to talk about what came to mind as the spiritual musician, Michael, played on his beautiful sounding instruments…it was what the person, sitting next to me said that triggered what I was about to say, unplanned and unexpected…I just blurted out what was on my mind…tears started to flow and Wendy immediately held my interest in the fold of her heart…she spoke with the group and talked about how in “community” when someone is in distress and is experiencing pain and suffering, the whole community comes together to help that person feel better…then she went on to talk about it some more…I was feeling deep in sorrow…my ego, fell the walls fell everything fell but my clothes:) Wendy came over to me and did some things I could not do justice to if I tried to describe it in words…but what I can say is this…she loved me fully and unconditionally, I felt it, as I write this, tears come to me…how this person, whom I’ve never met in my life, in one evening, conveyed such great love back into my beingness. She sang, she whispered, she touched my soul, she sprayed me, she reached into what was troubling me for so long and dissolved it…within minutes, I was feeling lighter, able to smile and feel the smile on my face, that didn’t wasn’t to go away. Wendy had rescued me from a place that had engulfed me for years. A place that kept me from feeling at one with, nature, with myself, with others…with being able to help others the way I would have normally done. Wendy and all the others in the room, had affected the energy that shifted within this body, to change it from darkness to light.
No, I still cannot properly describe what had taken place that evening, it is really something each person has to experience themselves.
I bow in deep gratitude and thankfulness…to Shaman Wendy Luckey, for loving me and bringing me back from where I was to feel the connection with the Source, to Sher, for having Shiatsu services and other means of healing that led me to Wendy, to Kirill, my soul friend, for taking care of me and leading me back to the path I stumbled away from, to Anatoli, for giving my first Shiatsu experience that encouraged me to have more, to the truck driver that crashed into my car…that led me to wanting to get a massage, to my family (Dave, Anjalee, Aaravinda, Babalu & Family,Richard) and friends for allowing me to follow the path that led me to all of this and being there for me though all the turmoil…and to all those who are not mentioned here by name…om shanti shanti shanti hari om
~~~
Shekhar, thank you for letting me have this space, however the experience unfolds…with you in thankful spirit…om
~music~
to the powers of the universe…we bow in gratitude of what is…om shanti
why do we get attached to some so easily and to tohers not…what is this yearning, this longing, this sense of connectedness and sense of wanting to be totally merged with another?
why do these feelings and or emotions come into play when meeting others, having “feelings” of oneness, wholeness, a longing to constantly be with that other?
and why does it eventually go away…not totally, but then the intensity drizzles and fades…leaving the bitterness of longing behind?
is it something within that calls out to the exact similar vibration in another…why do thses things happen?
what are our vibrations looks for in another?
I had the most unordinary experience with another being the other night, wasn’t going to talk about this here, but look…I am anyway, don’t even know why…maybe its to release that which is still simmering inside….anyway, I was with another being who was performing a massage therapy on me from my injuries I incurred in Sept. During the massage, something happened…the therapist stepped away from my body and right at that moment there was an enormous surge of energy radiating along my body as if the massage was still in progress, the energy field was nothing I could describe that I had ever felt before. The therapist commented in AW! and WOW! wasn’t sure what was going on either…I said what is that? what’s going on? or something like that…the therapist said “I’m scared” I said why, the therapist said, because I don’t know what’s happening…or something like that…not sure, it was all so unusual!!!
Then we went on to discover that we didn’t need to touch each other in order to feel a closer connection…it was absolutely amazing!!! Like right out of a matrix movie or something…the moment we touched physically, there was a feeling of disconnectedness…and as we moved away from each other, there it was…a feeling of bondedness like nothing could break, yet, we were not touching…it was the most amazing experience!!!unlike anything else that has come my way…and A LOT has come my way!!!
So, what was that? am I even supposed to question it? leave it? do nothing now…just let it be?
WHAT?
What is this undying need to be with this being? when will it go away? why now? why why why?
okay I know its too many whys…just trust in the universe and live in each moment…no attachments, breathe it out breathe it out breathe it out….hmmm ahhhhhh
that’s enough for now
its not even about walking the path anymore…its about not walking any path at all…
if we are on any path…it leads to somewhere
if we walk on no path…it will go “nowhere”, which is the ultimate, just in the “now”
unjudged, unconditional, uneverything
okay, its there…but how to get there?
hmmm