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Regret is the longing to change the past.  Fear is the desire to control the future.  Peace is the surrender to Now. Forget transcending your sadness, your longing, your heartbreak. Forget the disgusting lie of “permanent bliss”.  Weep yourself into the arms of the Beloved.  Break yourself on Her altar. Surrender, my love.  Surrender to all of yourself, the divine and the muddy, the sacred and the shitty.  It is the safest thing of all, to let yourself be filled with anger, fear and sorrow, filled with LIFE.  To let these dear spiritual friends rise and fall in you like ocean waves. Be penetrated by all that you fear. Surrender to all that you run from. And come alive... - Jeff Foster

Thank You for Your Service to A Whole Life Worth Living,  with Respect, Faith, Gratitude, Devotion and Humility This path is for The Strong and Courageous Open Hearts Keep It Grounded with Mischief, Laughter and Trusted Kindness Receiving Real is in The Life Listening, No Drama,   Surrender to an Uncertain Intuitive Knowing Let Go All That is Not Yours To Carry Cut energetic ties with any and all on divergent paths Let Them Enjoy Their Own Choices, Lessons and Relative white noises Look Up, Move Forward   With aligned harmony, Pure Imperfection is Nature's way Shed seasonal layers as the snake and butterfly show Spectrum and Spirals Returning to Values That actually matter Life, Feel It Fully #atmavidya #moksha #atmagnanam  

Climate Strike 20th September 2019 As the human population continues to grow, so does our impact on the environment.  In fact, recent research has shown that three-quarters of Earth’s land surface  is under pressure from human activity.  In this short film, spoken word artist Prince Ea makes a powerful case for  protecting the planet and challenges the human race to create a sustainable future.  This September, millions of us will walk out of our workplaces and homes  to join young climate strikers on the streets and demand  an end to the age of fossil fuels. Our house is on fire — let’s act like it.  We demand climate justice for everyone

"Solitude is one of the most precious things in the human spirit. It is different from loneliness.  When you are lonely, you become acutely conscious of your own separation.  Solitude can be a homecoming to your own deepest belonging.  One of the lovely things about us as individuals is the incommensurable in us.  In each person, there is a point of absolute nonconnection with everything else and with everyone.  This is fascinating and frightening.  It means that we cannot continue to seek outside ourselves for things we need from within.  The blessings for which we hunger are not to be found in other places or people.  These gifts can only be given to you by yourself.  They are at home at the hearth of your soul." by JOHN O'DONOHUE Excerpt from the book, ANAM CARA

"But now a great thing in the street seems any human nod, where shift in strange democracy,  a million masks of God."  G.K. Chesterton  "It is fantastic to look at people and to see that they really, deep down inside, are enlightened, and they are it; they are faces of the divine." Alan Watts

"Many ‘normal’ people suffer from not being hypersane: they have a restricted worldview, confused priorities, and are wracked by stress, anxiety and self-deception. As a result, they sometimes do dangerous things, and become fanatics or fascists or otherwise destructive (or not constructive) people.  In contrast, hypersane people are calm, contained and constructive.  It is not just that the ‘sane’ are irrational but that they lack scope and range, as though they’ve grown into the prisoners of their arbitrary lives, locked up in their own dark and narrow subjectivity.  Unable to take leave of their selves, the "sane" hardly look around them, barely see beauty and possibility, rarely contemplate the bigger picture – and all, ultimately, for fear of losing their selves, of breaking down, of going mad, using one form of extreme subjectivity to defend against another, as life – mysterious, magical life – slips through their fingers." by Neel Burton...