Flaming Rainbow Moments2003-02-14T19:05:59ZUser 171https://newciv.org/nl/newslog.php/_v171/OrgSpace NewsLogPoetic JusticeSpread Your Wings Spread your wings and fly Away from here, Let's get out of this place, Take some time away In other realms, And see some kindred face. Don't you want to soar with the feathered eagle? Don't you want to meet me there? Nestled among the finest crystals, Meet me in our sacred temple square... Spread your wings and fly away.
PS: By the way... Happy Valentine's Day! ]]>https://newciv.org/nl/newslog.php/_v171/__show_article/_a000171-000004.htm2003-02-14T19:05:59Z2003-02-14T19:19:45ZPoetic License #1I am Beautiful... I am beautiful, most beautiful, Do you see the colours of my skin? I am beautiful, most beautiful, The flowers have nothing like my chin.
I am the body exquisite, the Divine replica, My essence blooms into each day, My heart has wings to fly away,
I behold no treasure like my eyes of green, My mind is free like the wind, My soul glitters like a silver tray,
That I am conceived of Earth and Air, And Fire and Water, with room to spare, And All of nature to me so kind, No oppressor should waste my time, For I am beautiful.
I am beautiful, and strong, Silver moonlight bathes me deep within, I am beautiful, as day is long, Even the sunlight washes my skin,
I am a light Divine, Love is my scepter, The gloss of my hair to which no diamond compares Turns heads of those who wish to stare,
No gemstone precious, or ruby rare, No gold that shimmers could dare be better, Let them all see my body bare,
Say all you want about me and mine, Yet I know I have a body Divine, The naked truth you cannot see, I clothe myself only in serenity, For I am beautiful.]]>https://newciv.org/nl/newslog.php/_v171/__show_article/_a000171-000003.htm2003-02-06T17:06:54Z2003-02-06T18:09:17ZThe great caca*self-explanatory*A reader responded to my previous article with the following subject line:
dogma, dogdo, and other poo poo
It made me think about how things get started. People try to warn you about things you're about to "fall into" so to speak. Two such popular phrases are:
-Wake up and smell the coffee. (refers to the use of coffee as aromatherapy to wake one up to his/her senses and help them start the day)
-Wake up and smell the roses. (this one, I have no idea why... it has nothing to do with waking up to your senses... since roses are most often used in relation to love and romance, it sounds more like an invitation to keep blinding yourself in the rose-coloured lenses of love)
So in my effort to remain ever true to meaning, I propose the following as a word of warning should the need arise to wake one up:
Hey, wake up and smell the shit beneath the roses!
...which, I believe is, as the above reader put it in her response, the sole purpose of the great caca in the first place - fertilizer!
But on a more serious note, you may have noted that my previous article was on friday 13. Now I have never understood it! My world NEVER falls apart on this date. Don't ask me to explain. I guess my energy matrix doesn't match the universal matrix... or something like that. But I find myself trying to help my friends along when this date arrives - because their worlds go to hell. I've got a roommate that was a passenger of a vehicle pulled over on that date. He was frisked, intensely searched, given a ticket, and generally harrassed ... mostly because he was black. The officer asked the occupants if they were carrying knives, or guns, or GRENADES. yeah, that's what I thought. Exactly *WHAT* profile does a white guy with long hair and a black guy fit into, especially since the reason they were pulled over was "because your *tag* light was out"? Hmmm?
Jeanny]]>https://newciv.org/nl/newslog.php/_v171/__show_article/_a000171-000002.htm2002-12-17T19:21:02Z2002-12-17T19:23:03ZI was having a moment...I wandered lonely as a cloud... (please pardon my poetic ravings)As I wandered about on 8 acres of mostly undefiled woodland that I call home, I had a moment... you know, one of those where you're trying to figure out how to deal with difficult people - in my case, my rather unsupportive family ties, or I should say (because it's how I often feel), the lack thereof.... I had just seen a movie (from a christian perspective, mind you) that hinted of being in this moment and treasuring those things you have; I say "hinted" because no such words really came from the flic. My subconscious, however, picked up the drift, and as I wandered about aimlessly reflecting on my life, I suddenly felt so close to the Divine Sovereign - in a manner neverbefore imaginable to my "frail" mind. The Buddhist perspective so vividly came into play (mind you, I'm not a follower). I felt and knew THIS moment, none other. I realized how misguided the mainstream thought was from reality. My world as I see it with human eyes is not reality - it exists only because I made it exist. In that moment, it no longer mattered to me that my parents died tragically when I was ten. It did not matter that my (recent) family tree looked like a melting pot for every european faction since time began, or that my appearance was not what I expected it to be, or that when I arrived on earth, I knew in my consciousness that I was supposed to be a twin and yet he never arrived. Nor did it matter that what remains of my family has tried every effort imaginable to change me and mold me into something they wanted me to be. The Bible, that so often was the "rulebook" thrown at me and my ways, and that almost daily was forced down my throat like a dose of good-for-what-ails-you medicine, suddenly made more sense. It had many nuggets of truth, provided you meditated on nothing but a deeper connection with the Source of Life itself long enough to see past the veil of dogmatic bullshit. The religious practices that the family buried themselves in amounted to little more than a pile of freshly spent-out, steaming, stinky dung. The promise was for me and everyone else if we believed it - if we want it - if we care. Don't let them sell you a half-ass product. I might make a decision in this moment, that tomorrow would kill me... and it could be that one choice that determines whether I'm six feet under or successful in life. So many are debating, analysing, and calculating what is meant by this sentance or that word in scripture. Hello? Do you think a Divine presence even bothers to speak in a human, ego-centric language - or that there are even words in modern garble to properly relay what the Creator meant? Theological scholars. I'd say most are so far from truth it's laughable! Theological - now there's a word! ... with LOGIC in the middle. If I live in this moment, guided in and by the Spirit, I can't go wrong. Sorry, logic won't help. It's when we release ourselves from the chains that so easily bind us... that we really ARE.
-RESOLVE-
I resolve in this moment to be myself and only me,
whether white or black, brown, red, yellow, or green, gay or straight or somewhere between,
whether man or woman, bitch - "ho" - poof - or minister, a lover, or a loner, crazed and sinister,
I shall in this moment be myself and only me...
Love always, Jeanny]]>https://newciv.org/nl/newslog.php/_v171/__show_article/_a000171-000001.htm2002-12-13T23:16:05Z2002-12-13T23:22:13Z
Spread your wings and fly
I am beautiful, most beautiful,
As I wandered about on 8 acres of mostly undefiled woodland that I call home, I had a moment... you know, one of those where you're trying to figure out how to deal with difficult people - in my case, my rather unsupportive family ties, or I should say (because it's how I often feel), the lack thereof.... I had just seen a movie (from a christian perspective, mind you) that hinted of being in this moment and treasuring those things you have; I say "hinted" because no such words really came from the flic. My subconscious, however, picked up the drift, and as I wandered about aimlessly reflecting on my life, I suddenly felt so close to the Divine Sovereign - in a manner neverbefore imaginable to my "frail" mind. The Buddhist perspective so vividly came into play (mind you, I'm not a follower). I felt and knew THIS moment, none other. I realized how misguided the mainstream thought was from reality. My world as I see it with human eyes is not reality - it exists only because I made it exist. In that moment, it no longer mattered to me that my parents died tragically when I was ten. It did not matter that my (recent) family tree looked like a melting pot for every european faction since time began, or that my appearance was not what I expected it to be, or that when I arrived on earth, I knew in my consciousness that I was supposed to be a twin and yet he never arrived. Nor did it matter that what remains of my family has tried every effort imaginable to change me and mold me into something they wanted me to be. The Bible, that so often was the "rulebook" thrown at me and my ways, and that almost daily was forced down my throat like a dose of good-for-what-ails-you medicine, suddenly made more sense. It had many nuggets of truth, provided you meditated on nothing but a deeper connection with the Source of Life itself long enough to see past the veil of dogmatic bullshit. The religious practices that the family buried themselves in amounted to little more than a pile of freshly spent-out, steaming, stinky dung. The promise was for me and everyone else if we believed it - if we want it - if we care. Don't let them sell you a half-ass product. I might make a decision in this moment, that tomorrow would kill me... and it could be that one choice that determines whether I'm six feet under or successful in life. So many are debating, analysing, and calculating what is meant by this sentance or that word in scripture. Hello? Do you think a Divine presence even bothers to speak in a human, ego-centric language - or that there are even words in modern garble to properly relay what the Creator meant? Theological scholars. I'd say most are so far from truth it's laughable! Theological - now there's a word! ... with LOGIC in the middle. If I live in this moment, guided in and by the Spirit, I can't go wrong. Sorry, logic won't help. It's when we release ourselves from the chains that so easily bind us... that we really ARE.