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Standing at the limit of an endless ocean Stranded like a runaway, lost at sea City on a rainy day down in the harbour Watching as the grey clouds shadow the bay Looking everywhere 'cause I had to find you This is not the way that I remember it here Anyone will tell you its a prisoner island Hidden in the summer for a million years Great Southern Land, burned you black So you look into the land and it will tell you a story Story 'bout a journey ended long ago Listen to the motion of the wind in the mountains Maybe you can hear them talking like I do ". . they're gonna betray you, they're gonna forget you Are you gonna let them take you over that way . ." Great Southern Land, Great Southern Land You walk alone, like a primitive man And they make it work, with sticks and bones See their hungry eyes, its a hungry home I hear the sound of the stranger's voices I see their hungry eyes, their hungry eyes Great South...

by Tony Searl "Truth is not spiritual. It is Truth, Truth, Once established, it cannot be negated. That is freedom That is messy imperfection That is Being Human. That is infinite space, that is attuned to True Nature, inner and outer. That is sovereignty of Trust. Core valued. My journey is pathless, no one else's. Thank mentors and lead learners who stay in their lane, sharing generously. Humble, imperfect and directly simple. Innocent wholeness before the myth of separation. Love all, trust in divine magic and dark mystery. Let sadness Be. Let Joy Be. Let It In, feel life energy in motion (e-motion) fully Let it Be, exactly as it is without judgement. It is all ok. Let it Go. Allow, Shift happens and grow. Concurrently feel and hold life's paradox, as more calm centred space is created.  Remove more barnacles daily. Energy is Transient and flowing, integrate the dark as it rises, allow and accept your New Skin. Th...

The full spectrum of life energy, vitality, aligns when one fully releases all patterns of conditioning through forgiveness. It’s not just about forgiving others, forgiveness is for the self that could not feel, know or sense what was in front of it due to a wall of once needed emotional armour, a past lack of sensuality and sensitivity with life, "back in the day". These innate "choices" may have once kept me safe from predators, evil, emotional abuse and all forms of neglect and violence, no matter how subtle. Usually any conditioning came from from family of origin or close circles. It is common and unique to each individual. We all have layers of conditioning hiding the core absolute Truth. Or love. Without conditions.  Embrace, accept, allow the messy rise of the path home, before any fragmentation and separation which was once, many moons ago, designed to keep you safe and alive.  But That was Then, This Is Now.  Providing we do our work.  Thank ...

It is obvious to any informed student of the history and psychology of religion that Jesus was one, of many, who had an intense experience of cosmic consciousness—of the vivid realization that oneself is a manifestation of the eternal energy of the universe, the basic “I am.” — Alan Watts (@AlanWattsDaily) December 25, 2019 The good news is that if Jesus could realize his identity with God, you can also—but this God does not have to be idolized as an imperious monarch with a royal court of angels and ministers. — Alan Watts (@AlanWattsDaily) December 25, 2019 God, as “the love which moves the sun and other stars,” is something much more inward, intimate, and mysterious—in the sense of being too close to be seen as an object. — Alan Watts (@AlanWattsDaily) December 25, 2019 I close my eyes remembering Christmases past. Friends and family long gone. Peace and pain. Love and loss. Eyes open, and I feel the warmth of the blessings of the present. I breathe deep a hope, ...

When you learn to just sit and become completely present, you naturally become completely quiet, with none of that jazz going on inside. A person who can't really sit as if there were nothing else to do also won't be able to act because he'll never be completely all here. — Alan Watts (@AlanWattsDaily) December 21, 2019

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. W B Yeats

Truth Once confirmed,  cannot Be negated.  "David was always Home" Michelangelo "From Love, Not for love" Muse Surrender, Lose control, take action,  And Rise Up.  "How old is silence?" Yet to Be? May Be Never? Unanswerable? The eternal infinite Unresolved, Uncertain,  full mystery, pure magic,  And That Leap of Faith  is More than Ok. Sit with it, marinate, baste, Be Ok with Not Knowing,  For that is where the Truth  of a gentle open heart  grows and resides. Let Go and Let God. When You Know Your Truth, Abide in The Self. #atmavidya

The 2 firefighters killed in a vehicle accident last night are Deputy Captain Geoffrey Keaton 32yrs & Firefighter Andrew O’Dwyer 36yrs, both from Horsley Park Brigade. Our thoughts are with their family, friends & fellow brigade members. #nswrfs pic.twitter.com/p3Y8zX3hBj — NSW RFS (@NSWRFS) December 19, 2019

Soar eagle a summit view, rise with morning star warm glider seas silent as gentle, invisible zephyr spirals more life into my still power, full wings. Spiral shifts dimensions Spiral rises Spiral falls Spiral flows, aware, Absolutely undecided, spontaneous and open Spiral Unlike Close Cousin Circle, A Certain Shape is Circle a never ending story a broken record looping like race track round and round and round we go again and again and again looking searching seeking for that perfect lap compete, race, push harder on fast razors edge  life looping on repeats closed pretty perfect made up pattern, identical mechanical until The Crash a burn out once allowed But only when a hollow chequered victory is garland and secured. So What's It To Be or Not To Be? Life Spiral or Circle Patterns? Surrender nature or race to finish? Climb higher flow lower or one fixed dimension? Journey freely or busy perfecting? My shape shifting spiral is of my freely b...

#Sydney  #barringtoncoast #beauty #sailaway #Thankyou Stand In Our Power Honour Our Truth, Always Hold Space For Our Self  First. Create Daily, Rise, Each Ocean crest swollen,  Respect Our True Nature, Unique, Be Our Best. Free Flow as we  Lean into life,  face stung in azure salt spray. Lean into Silence in our Joy of Each Wave, We cannot create inner stillness, we simply witness, our new tidal sways.  Thank you Ros Mc "Pay attention, Be astonished, tell about it" Mary Oliver

It’s not “social emotional learning” and “academic learning.” It’s just learning. We know that critical thinking is dependent on emotional investment. And, we know that improving our social & our emotional intelligence takes deep reflection and cognition. They’re interdependent. — Amy Fast, Ed.D. (@fastcrayon) December 17, 2019

And then this beautiful reply/comment from Stasia Bliss " Gregory Noack , thank you, yes. The intimate heart penetration cannot be denied. Even if a woman wanted to try to have casual sex, in the end, the heart aches because she knows she betrayed what she truly craved, and that is love, acceptance, Divine Union, connection. I have told myself in the past that I was good with casual sex just so I could approach intimate connections, and feel touched, telling myself it was adoration at least, when it was not. Only temporary physical gratification.  Once I chose to respect myself, my body, my heart, sex became what it truly is- a portal to divinity. And I would rather never have sex again than have “casual” sexual interactions. The deepness of what sex is has never been taught, we seek it out, to understand and find this tantric explanation because we know it at our core.  The heart is what is really craving the penetration, I believe it is true in men too, though ...

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Wind down the windows, turn up the silence, tranquillity, nature, culture and the great outdoors. Such natural beauty in graceful movements Be This Flow, Tear drops, Full Shape of Water. We came to dance, we come in joy,   With laughter, love, road trips and coffee! So grateful for our freedom to explore  Our Earth, Our Home, Our True Nature's.  

Hark! The Zoo! The Zoo, earth angels visit wild bare The unfed feral clutching, clawing, feeding off buzzard bones, The Brochure, drowning, not waving, as vampires dive, The Dumpster, conspicuous consumption, drive fangs to juicy cash cow plastic  jugulars, Ah the zoo, (Ah all credit to them) That Zoo, Debt, don't doubt it,  life's, Busy see  urchins all in a roe Red Ledger Sails In The Christ Mass Gaudy bauble returned sales Boxing Daze selfie  Sunset.

"Hieros Gamos IS Sacred Union in its purest essence.    The masculine/feminine communion begins within,  deepening your power to create,  to expand into a consciousness of  Holy Love and sacred Presence." by Jacqueline L Robinson  "Some aspects of the feminine have become imprinted so deeply with  a protective barrier of ‘no’ around her  sensuality, her vulnerability, her softness... Her feminine essence... She is often still disconnected from the absolute and utter potency  of her deeply activated and embodied YES. Discernment softens hardcore protection. Submission dissolves embittered rejection. Devotion purifies repetitive abandonment. Know your YES. Utter Kiss Caress MAGNETISE it with every inch of your being. When a woman is carrying trauma  and has taken on a need to wall and protect herself ‘from the masculine’  her no has been hardened and doesn’t...

"Doubt thou the stars are fire Doubt that the sun doth move Doubt truth to be a liar But never doubt I love" William Shakespeare "I  will  never  give  up" (on me) and  (on you) #atmavidya #hierosgamos #luceatluxvestra  Nature  Inner  Outer Truth Faith  Grace  Kind  Aligned Moksha  Soul  Whole    Love Has  Won “When you go out into the woods and you look at trees,  you see all these different trees.  And some of them are bent, and some of them are straight,  and some of them are evergreens,  and some of them are whatever.  And you look at the tree and you allow it.  You appreciate it. You see why it is the way it is.  You sort of understand that it didn’t get enough light,  and so it turned that way.  And you don’t get all emotional about it.  You just allow it.  You apprecia...

It's amusing knowing when they don't know you know a supposedly cryptic silent metaphor of an over share, Some times You Play The Fool To Fool The Fools Moving forward Love Is All There Is. No reason No predication No premeditation No logic Not based on reciprocation Or Reception Or Mutuality Or Need or greed or even Growth It simply is. Truth, absolute Irreversible and spreading like wild fire Thank you linger longers The Loud Radio Tuners No Thing New The settling continues The Old Daze continue The wheel turns again Pretty Patterns Scene as No news is always good news (except when it isn't) Love is all Thanks for The Old Old skool Reminders

"I am bored with your shiny white goddesses with bodies the width of a rope attractive ones with flowing hair and hands folded in prayer across the heart to let us know they are spiritual and good and powerful they go without the hunger that keeps the body awake. They tell me what to eat what to think, what to hate a new exhausting fad in the name of consciousness. Adorned with prayer beads and witchy mantras. I feel empty in my body when I watch the spectacle. That having the right guru outfit and the next spiritual trip is what it is about. These goddesses lead us down the rabbit hole of some symbol, some ritual, some other thing we should do to let us know who we are. You tell me to trust the Universe, meaning sit around on my arse or create a new vision board and stuff a crystal in my bra and I'm good to go. I want the responsibility of my life. I do not to hand it over to a horoscope, a psychic. I want to be messy and yearn and feel what it ...

"Conventionality is not morality;  self-righteousness is not religion.  To attack the first is not to assail the last."  Charlotte Brontë 1847 Scott Morrison Prime Minister  #auspol  #libspill #now #FFS 

After work, I shall return to rant further 

The other night, when out to dinner, We laughed with The Honest Mr 5 or 6 (or so) who paid our table a visit.  Christmas talk naturally came up with he and his sweet friends who milled eagerly around. He said he checked Santa's "naughty" list EVERY night And He Was (still) On It! My how he made my heart swell.  Such a sweet Cheeky Cherub who might be testing limits....  He was fully alive and present, having fun and in the moment. How we loved his energy, smiling gently, confident and LOUD!  I do hope Santa visits I'm sure he will,  as mum came and gently shepherded Him away.  "One foot in front of the other".  I Love Christmas. 

that which only hands have touched, temple, legacy, minds and such have long since perished. slowly the fires of life turn all that to black dust. However, as your heart touches hearts cherished, cared for, kind and aligned, only this love lives longer than us. ~ life by Tony Searl

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Please do not pay Your Weigh Dark unhealed thigh diamonds. Please do not see Kindness as your Play Thing, Your Rite of Birth. Please create daily juice, fresh squeezed New Space, sky vast, pip squeak allowance, It Is All Ok, no violence.  Please do not pretend to lie You Do Not Remember? Dream, perchance, a Grace?, The Quality of Mercy. Yes, me, you, we. Humane, Humanity. No them or others Earth knows Us, So Be.

"In close relationships, it is important to emphasise a secure attachment bond and the co-regulation of emotional activation. Practising kindness toward our partners, listening to what is alive for them, caring for their suffering, and holding them during difficult times. Allowing them to matter, taking the risk to share our own vulnerability, and prioritising connection. It is also essential to be on the lookout for unhealthy fusion, honouring the reality that we are not only connected, but also separate. Any secure attachment must include healthy differentiation, where at times the most skilful activity will be to enact firm boundaries, actively assert our independence and needs, and be willing to disappoint others. While the concept of oneness is alluring, true oneness does not exist without embodiment to multiplicity or without a radical embrace of the chaos, contradiction, and darker revelations of the spectrum of love.  The wise navigation of opposites – staying within th...

💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗 A bedtime story, for adults. “Tell me again what happened after the fires burnt all the forests all over the world and the koala bears all died, Granny.” “Well, my lovely, it was a turning point, that moment. We woke up to the news that koalas were nearly all gone and something in us snapped. It was bad up to then. Really, really, really bad. All the big forests of the world were on fire. The arctic was melting really fast and it felt like people were at war with everything else on Earth. We didn’t have forests full of deer. You couldn’t drink the water in the rivers. We still had that beautiful bird with the big curved beak, the curlew, here but there were hardly any left. All the birds and insects were dying. In those days, you could pick up a rock and not find a single worm or beetle underneath. But we were pretending it wasn’t real. People found it really hard to imagine the Earth could really be dying. We were still g...

“Awakening is not a path for the faint of heart.💚 You will be humbled. Oh yes. Brought to your knees. Many, many times. What you thought you knew will occasionally dissolve into nothingness. Your most brilliant insights, your astonishing expertise, your life’s work, it can all crumble to the ground. Sometimes without warning. You will be asked to begin again, and again, and again. And again. (Did I say, this is not a path for the faint of heart?) Oh yes, you will touch the bliss and joy of existence, for sure! You will laugh at the simplicity of things, some days, of course! But you will also be asked to confront your deepest fears, face the darkness and the night within, go to the places where the unloved creatures dwell. You will step into pockets of grief you never knew were there. You will cry a billion tears for the lost and abandoned children, within and without. You will rage to the sky, to your parents, to all the teachers who failed you, to the lies you were fed, to the o...

Pray tell ... Please do you ever con fuse The Two Or Their Order? If In Loving First I Am ... Love; "Sacred Union of Self Return Of The Divine Within First Heart Opens Beyond Desire, Need or Reason Mind, Body, Soul Discerns, aligns and grows Hieros Gamos, atma vidya, luceat lux vestra, Marry Whole Self then Shine Your Light then share juicy tender sensual care or fierce wild animal natures love leads intention; clarity, passion and deep connection Come higher still, slow dance; The Kitchen, The Bedroom, The Roof, where ever The Fuck You Care Two Choose Love does not much care .... about things as petty as venue.... " If In Loving First I Am ... Sex; "Convenience, practical, eventually hollow, TTWWADI, A Mechanical Projected Stress Release of an Expected Routine Chore Absorbing each other's Unconscious Unhealed Pains, go through The Life Less Motions such soulless energy, a cancerous boredom, exchanged Confuse The...

lightening strikes clouds burst thunder claps rain, drops snow, flakes dew, settles rivers, run water, falls storm, passes ocean, deep water cycles, sky remains. "wax on, wax off" shift happens "Do You Feel Lucky, punk?" Yes, Sir! "Can't Handle The Truth?" FFS, It's Only The Weather; Life Sky Vast Cards dealt, Deal.

eagle soars solo life rises, warm, majestic eddy. steady, eye view. pigeon flutters pecks pieces near people, sweet statue crumb sat, shat, splat. Be Both Birds, Beauty, Full Nature.

Life, parachute, weave, wove, from mosaic shards patched barbs codes broken. Life, RIPs cord heart silk opens,  a soft bloody landing, earth pleased.

so peddles like pistons passed like a rush racing home lycra stretching tight cleats speaking, spokes spinning, not yarns, we crossed The Line, finished, tape lifted, we shifted the cheque, a flag No petrol cars, no motored bikes, just human sweat, sweet sweat, such a sweet feat. as road rides up, mountain leaves, the funnel once lit, now darkens as nature sees new ridge of trees out of hard wood, balsa birch lights, she came soaring, a wise child, sharing, thoughts pro, found. exclaimed The Shining Spoke The Wheel, Get On Your Bikes ...

Burton guides the reader to unlearn, rediscover, and return to wholeness.  It is a journey out of Plato’s cave… The International Review of Books "Sharpen your mind, reframe your perspectives, and unleash your full human potential RD Laing presented madness as a voyage of discovery that could open out onto a free state of higher consciousness, or hypersanity. But if there is such a thing as hypersanity, then mere sanity is not all it’s cracked up to be, a state of dormancy and dullness with less vital potential even than madness. We could all go mad, in a way we already are, minus the promise. But what if there was another route to hypersanity, one which, compared to madness, was less fearsome, less dangerous, and less damaging? What if, as well as a backdoor way, there was also a royal road strewn with petals and sprayed with perfume? This is a book about thinking, which, astonishingly, is barely taught in formal education. Our culture mostly equates thinking with logi...