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"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...

Please do Share with me Your heartbreaks The Darkness lived I’m thankful for it all Injury and dengue fever Magic and mystery Death and grief Angels and other dimensions Suicide and loss Grief and loss Beauty and terror Incarceration Primary school joyous School captain CPPS House captain MERCURY Local Public school Mr Allen SAXOPHONE Mr Marshall 4WD NT Ms Delba INDIA Mrs Manger READING Ms Flannery CREATIVE Mrs Childs LANGUAGE Ms Jiar BEAR HUGS Mrs O’Hare EASTER BONNETS Miss Garvey .... {delete} Ms Kindy WELCOME Dance, music, fun, nature. Sport nature water family FOOTBALL Blakehurst Blues Premiers Cards nana Casino Smoking under the bridge Uncle Des Bonalbo Mallanganee Ballina St. George’s Basin Boating summers Sailing Skiing Pepi Holy Days Mum Core values Strong woman Scorpio Cancer Discernment discretion Take No Shit Joy of raising Children institutionalisation High school hell Religion and beatings Pedaphilic clergy ...

The hypersane are among us,  if only we are prepared to look "Both mental disorder and hyper-sanity place us outside society,  making us seem 'mad' to the mainstream.  Both attract scorn and derision, but whereas mental disorder is distressing and disabling,  hyper-sanity is liberating and empowering. Ultimately, standing out is the price we pay for being outstanding." by Neel Burton "Games, games. Here's some games.. Games, they vegitize you. If you play the games, you're voluntarily taking a tranquilizer.... Wackos everywhere, a plague of madness.  In fact, very few, very few of us here are actually mentally ill. I'm not saying you're not mentally ill, for all I know, you're crazy as a loon.  But that's not why you're here. That's not why you're here. That's not why you're here! You're here because of the system. There's the television. It's all right there — all r...

Please Hold Your Truth Lightly with divine holy faith. Remain fierce, align, wild grace flow, confident and Kind Thank you Gaia and  Scorpion Queens “There are no veils of separation to hide behind. The intensity of this new light will hold no shadow. So yes, it is an extremely fragile, beautiful & powerful time that we are living in. We must return to things that really matter, to our connection of all things seen and unseen & know that there are more realities than this one. We must learn to walk in balance, live in reverent intimacy with nature & create a world that we can offer with love to our children & their children & on. The ancient people know this. The indigenous cultures on our planet have continued to live in this manner, despite insurmountable difficulties. They know that what we call death/destruction was just a natural passage in the cycle of new life, regeneration & transformation. It was nothing to ...

How good is learning? With and from a room full of co-learners? All at different stages. Of learning. All learners present for the aligned reason? They chose to BE there, they want to learn, and they care. About learning. Learners may desire to; leave the learning having been exposed to NEWNESS, be exposed to the next step on the endless spectrum and spiral of that oh so real ancient cliche of "life long learning" Learning is NOT mastery. Learning is MESSY Learning is not ONE final test Learning is iterative. baby step motivated towards your intrinsic goal Learning is noisy, chatty, sharing, laughing, trying, failing forward and never giving uppppp! Learning is quiet, contemplative, solo, revising, hitting The Books, silent, introspective, expansive. How good is learning? With and from lead leaders who know and breathe and embody their epic shit? Expert. Detailed Not "Know It Alls" Open knowledgeable Humble  Easy communicators Sense Of Hum...

Bypass or through? Absent or present? Avoid or face? Run or stand? Cower or defend? Contract or expand? Harsh or tender?  Blunt or compassion? Fan or extinguish? Fire and Rain Flames Know writes  or wrongs Flames create simply a choice Flames embrace and enjoy Flame Faith with a Leap of Joy Flame Your Living Truth Live Love Laugh and What Ever You Choose Have no regrets

Tacho going crazy mad speeds of over drive Scream Rev. limit Cry gear box Howling tyres flat stick in 5th. As valve springs hit we flow an apex roll off a camber growl V8 a symphony of sweet fuel drunk awed in flight of silent mouths. The tail slides out we catch your drift exhaust note cries snake rubber burns. Pit straight comes as brakes are cooked melt wheels and fan the driver. Epic dreams such cool songs my bed time lullaby, as circuits win and dreams now crash me and mum and Teddy yawn; "Good Night, Let go Lego" "Good NIGHT son!" as Hot Wheels melt "GOOD NIGHT SON... (I mean it") as Match Box races home. arrrrh, soft pillow and chequered doona. zzzzzzzzz                  ~ inner child dreaming of a V8 super car petrol head

Aboriginal people passed on stories orally as they knew no writing. Listening to the story teller was vital to reproduce the story accurately to the next generation of story-tellers. Deep listening describes the processes of deep and respectful listening to build community—a way of encouraging people to explore and learn from the ancient heritage of Aboriginal culture, knowledge and understanding. Deep listening is also called Dadirri in southern Queensland. The Aboriginal writer   Miriam-Rose Ungunmerr-Baumann  describes Dadirri as follows: “Dadirri is inner, deep listening and quiet, still awareness.  Dadirri recognises the deep spring that is inside us.  We call on it and it calls to us.  This is the gift that Australia is thirsting for.  It is something like what you call ‘contemplation’.  When I experience dadirri, I am made whole again.  I can sit on the riverbank or walk through the trees; even ...

 

see The Sleep Doctor drifting, roaming, drinking from The Source Of All inhaling goodness rapacious, opportunist taking signing Up High the unseeing Shiners, supply. enable The Fancy Facades the vultures, the vampires no more, NLP denied no more sweet sails in this hazy sunset turn off the taps flow slowed to credit, usury, debt, instead Be Gently Bounded, more grounded, fierce grace and faith wild knowing, This Shining evolving Hats off Hard Sleep Doctor, paid with another's sweet steam this sharp diamond due,. Precious rocks, well kept This Storm of a Vixen, tantrum a parent child.

There is only One Nature Our Gaia born daily; tall timbers free rivers cold snaps and wild bares imperfect and hostile symbiotic and tame hunter and hunted so wild and profane Same as The Source Who showed me a Light,  protect This  fine beauty Vast Space of  Home, Earth. Love ~ One ~ Source ~ Gaia

May all the horses that have died  in the name of profit, gambling  and human entertainment  Rest In Peace. @rethinkthecup   #NupToTheCup “122 horses died on Australian racetracks from August 2018 to July 2019, and says the fate of horses off the track – the foals that do not make it, broodmares discarded through sales and retired racehorses bought by kill buyers – is worse.” #nuptothecup https://t.co/3lkaXZOb9v — TonySearl (@TonySearl) November 4, 2019   Melbourne Cup: trashy, gauche; falling over pissed; single use plastic. A gambling platform predicated on exploitation of animals, sadly marketed as culturally significant. In hospitality- the day no-one wants to work. #NupToTheCup https://t.co/zGiFV4Qxv6 — TonySearl (@TonySearl) November 4, 2019 Boycott All who support or promote using animals as human entertainment. Elephants and Lions in The Circus are now banned,  Horses being flogged and whipped and often dying t...

"Today I’m flying low and I’m not saying a word. I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep. The world goes on as it must, the bees in the garden rumbling a little, the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten. And so forth. But I’m taking the day off. Quiet as a feather. I hardly move though really I’m travelling a terrific distance. Stillness. One of the doors into the temple" by Mary Oliver

"Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy." extract from Sonnet 33 by William Shakespeare Neither seeker nor follower nor friend or blood kindred, we, lover all simply sit silent still, nature quiet,  so content.  Eyes kinder filled alive full sea a soft cherry sunrise   taste a salted next swell. Salute nascent morn  to simply be as you are  to this Our True Nature's  a shared glory to all, no hiding, just dancing as a flickering light grows full sure  a rising, a shining,  light zephyr on shore,  As set shadows now shorten to sea,  We thank dawn breaks have risen some more.  Our swell Point waves and surfs so sweetly A grounding, this rising, living life so completely.