Nothing good on the telly .
I want to be entertained.
Reading blogs and emails is far more interesting.
Interacting from the comfort of your living room .
No need to go out.

Is this sad ?

It doesn't feel sad.

I'm feeling quite jolly .. merry in fact.
In vino veritas.

I'm sure I'm becoming a recluse.
Apart from this interaction I seem to need more and more time to myself .
Space.
How much space does a nonconformist, bizarre loner need ?
I like to live in the rhythm of my soul.
Yet .... a bit of intimacy would be nice .. therin lies the rub
shakespeare , said that , no ?

" In the future, people will think of meditation as one of the greatest forms of foreplay ever invented. Better than candlelight, music, and champagne. "

http://www.lorinroche.com/page29/page29.html

Very good article by Lorin Roche, Ph.D.

Integrating sex, passion, sensuality, and pleasure are the foundation of a healthy spiritual practice.

Wholegrain pasta of course , can't be too naughty so early on a Friday . Pomodoro...fungi .. con pamragiano ..fromagio con a dolop of creme fraiche . yummy xxx ready in two ticks.

Must nip out and get some wine for later . Wine here is only sold in government controlled shops called systembolaget. Closed on Sunday.

www.sytembolaget.se

On Death
Than Almitra spoke, saying, "We would ask now of Death."

And he said:

You would know the secret of death.

But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?

The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.

If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;

And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.

Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.

Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.

Is the sheered not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?

Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?

And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?

Only when you drink form the river of silence shall you indeed sing.

And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.

And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

There is a stigma to this card. A sense of doom. Final. The last word. The least breath. Separation. Death is shrouded in mystery .The night. Darkness. Being taken away , by surprise , not knowing when. Death can sneak up on you and harvest you when your purpose here on earth is done.

Sometimes I think this is the story that we are told so that we choose to remain here, because life isn't exactly easy all the time . It is full of challenges, pain suffering , chaos. We are brought up to fear death and yet there is nothing to fear but letting go.

Separation and being separated from love, loved ones and Source can give rise to sadness and anguish and fear. Death is a release- but it is as if we are not consciously allowed to make that decision. The time to go Home time is decided at a higher level. Death is like taking off a tight shoe after walking around all day.

When you are dead you are still alive. We do not cease to exist at death but continue to exist in another form, In that sense we are like water; liquid ...ice...steam...vapour .. we have many forms. To know life we must also be familiar with death. Living and dying go hand in hand. Sometimes we feel alive , other times we feel dead.

Death is more of an entrance than an exit . Death is about coming Home .

Being born is the difficult part. It's an aggressive act - being pushed out from the warm cosy place of the womb through a narrow passage , squeezed out like paste from a tube into the wide world. Cast out of paradise.

There is no such thing as death of the soul . We have experienced death many times during our many lifetimes, but we have never died.

No condition is permanent. Death is about transformation from one state of being to another. Being re- born. passage, change. transition from lower to higher to highest, humility, innocence, vulnerability,

When the darkness of winter is upon us we pause to contemplate death's message
Nature reminds us that death is part of the cycle of life. All the signs of winter, the bare trees, the raw cold, the barren terrain but there is always the promise spring.

Scorpio, the sign of this card, has three forms: scorpion, serpent, eagle.

When the card appears in a reading it often means

"The familiar life horizon has been outgrown; the old concepts, ideals, and emotional patterns no longer fit; the time for the passing of a threshold is at hand." ( Classical interpretation.)

Interesting that a French expression for orgasm is “ le petit mort “ the little death.

Happy hour is over .. I'm logging off and going back to work , So proud of my self- disciplin.
Hate that wprd though.
Conjurs up images of military like commands and scrubbing the floor with a tooth brush.
See ya later ... then tata.. happy blogging xxx

No more friends posts to read and I've still got 40 minutes left to INDULGE in blogs and blogging .
That's right.. I've set myself boundaries.
Limits within the limitlessness of it all.

Intention And Intuition

The Purpose Of An Altar If you didn't grow up with an altar in your home, having an altar now may seem like an exotic and unattainable idea. Yet having an altar does not have to be complicated or difficult, nor does it need to be based on a religion or a set of ideas that don't seem to relate to you. An altar can be a simple, personal expression of what you want to focus on right now. You do not have to build anything or take up a lot of space. You do not have to buy anything new or follow a complex set of instructions to create your altar. All you have to do is have a general understanding of what an altar is and the willingness to allow yourself access to this wonderful, ancient tool of transformation. At its most essential, an altar is simply a raised structure that serves as a resting place for meaningful objects. It focuses the eye and provides a place for contemplation and, if so desired, ritual. All of these elements can be quite simple.

One idea for a simple altar is a pot with a bulb planted in it, set on a box. This altar to growth can act as a reminder to you that all living things bloom in their time. A simple ritual might be to write down dreams you would like to see come to fruition on scraps of paper. You might place these scraps of paper in the box, or under the flowerpot, or in an envelope you prop against the pot. As the flower grows, so will your dreams.

If you look around your home, you may find that you have already created altar like arrangements without even really thinking about it; this is something we humans do quite naturally. A candle, a decorative box, and a vase of flowers are just a few of the common household objects that lend themselves naturally to the creation of an altar. Simply add intention and intuition, and you have created your first altar. Remember that it isn't necessarily about the objects you place at your altar-it is the time you spend with it daily, taking the time to be with it for your sacred time.

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Be like the flowing river,
Silent in the night.
Be not afraid of the dark,
If there are stars in the sky, reflect them back.
If there are clouds in the sky
Remember, clouds like the river, are water,
So , gladly reflect them too,
In your own tranquil depths.

Manuel Bandeira

Going about my morning rituals
It's almost noon now
Time for breakfast.
Breaking of the fast.
I so enjoy this time between dreaming and waking
Dreams are bridges between Angel and Human; the passions that compel us to move forward into self- express.
Listening to Shamanic Drums,chants ,
heya heya ahoooo
the beat of the drum
My whole body perks up starts to twitch and move
It knows, the body knows.

Drew the Death card to day
what a treat.
Have to know death to be fully alive.
Wrote about Death , may share later.
Why is it such a taboo subject
shrouded in mystery.
Fascinating.
Hasta la vista !:D

Goodnight moon , goodnight spoon, goodnight cats, goodnight rats..........it's only 11pm in u.K. but mindnight here.

Bed.
Sleep .
Dreams.

I've only just noticed that my bra strap is all twisted at the back and that has taken me all day to notice hehehe D