by Julio Morell on Tuesday, January 18, 2011 at 12:14pm
The more dangerous screams for help are usualy the ones you never hear.
the silent scream is the loudest of all, it can be heard by only those who know how to listen.
the pain and anguish are hard not on the ears but more on the soul as it colors your life
with their pain and sorrow, it pulls on your strength and grips at your heart and claws in dispare
as it slowly falls apart. a day in the life will open your eyes will strengthen your soul and
fill you with steel. the screams of the silent can never be missed if ignored its the blow that
can be felt by one and all. those are the ones that are the most unexpected, those are the ones
that cut the deepest. reach to the stars , and reach for the skys may all your guides hear the cry and
all come alive The clarions call is sounding out loud, look to the skys and Feel in your soul.
the Salvation is flying swift to your side may they reach you with Wisdom, with strength and with, pride. Now is the time, now is the place and to falter is not the path you can take. Understand the Darkness
and swim in its waters learn what dark things live and thrive in the deep and have faith that your light
will keep you safe and secure, the darkness in you gives you access to see all the horrors of life that
must never be, what can happen won't, deny it the power to ravage your soul and then spread your wings
and fly. Prove to yourself in each incarnation that you can overcome your screams.
you're alive.
Have faith, dry your eyes, survive.
*done with some edits for clarity--Nancy
I offer yoga instruction, aura readings, and clear the energy of the body. Interested in advocating for all spirits: animal, plant, forest, ocean and human. I bring clarity to those who have lost loved ones, and assist the spirits of those who have left the physical realm. This light also communicates itself through my photography--both local and global. My photographs express spiritually symbolic lessons and poetic metaphors and are for sale.
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http://www.flickr.com/photos/radiantlightworks
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These photographs may inspire you to develop a deeper connection with your higher self and the natural world. I am offering digital prints of the images displayed on this website between 4x6 inches to 5x7 to 8x10 inches (and up, upon request). See right side panel.
Black and white images are only available as darkroom prints by special arrangement. Please e-mail.
"I call forth that light to
penetrate my soul
and to activate my soul memory of freedom
and the original blueprint of my soul's destiny."
-El Morya on St. Germain's sacred violet flame of transmutation
Yoga Links
These photographs may inspire you to develop a deeper connection with your higher self and the natural world. I am offering digital prints of the images displayed on this website between 4x6 inches to 5x7 to 8x10 inches (and up, upon request). See right side panel.
Black and white images are only available as darkroom prints by special arrangement. Please e-mail.
"I call forth that light to
penetrate my soul
and to activate my soul memory of freedom
and the original blueprint of my soul's destiny."
-El Morya on St. Germain's sacred violet flame of transmutation
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
The loser's winnings; the winner's loss...
I am responsible for caretaking the ducks and chickens in this household, and in January, the temperature is now going down into the teens. The coop is old, leaky, and the water feeders are freezing up, despite the electric heaters. The ducks have been crying hoarsely in the last few days—the snow I used to put in the heaters stopped melting. The water from the new well had been contaminated with silt, which makes human beings sick—so I had been resorting to hand-bucketing from the stream since the end of summer. I would run back and forth from the stream to give the avians a fresh supply. This became more and more difficult as the stream edge started to freeze. And I had to position myself on thin ice to get more, so I gave up. I started to take water from the tap.
Today, the water I used instantly froze within seconds of me pouring it over the older, frigid, layer. And this afternoon, when I came home from work—one of chickens was crying, crying—as if to say, “I am cold, I am cold, would you please help me—is this all you can do? Please.”
There are tragic consequences to neglect. I wish the owners could do more…but I am not the “owner,” only the caretaker. And although I can make suggestions, it is not under my control. I have communicated as best I can for the animals, and I have to let it go.
We observe in this culture that acquisition is a sign of prestige, success. In many ways, that is so. But wherein lies the difference between the ownership of an object and its slavery; the enjoyment of another and its violation? How do these express themselves symbolically in feminist undertakings? Can there be a healthy boundary drawn between the two?
I am reminded of the story of the fox, as told in an old biodynamic calendar: As potential pet to a person wanting to "own" her, the fox warns its future keeper of the profound losses that will occur in this kind of engagement, and what the costs are to both the caretaker and to the cared-for. The fox explains to the owner all of the responsibilities the owner would have towards it once she would be domesticated, and that she, the fox--would lose her wildness forever. Such was the grave awareness that would come along with the responsibilities that this new owner would have.
The sad conclusion is obvious: the animal can experience one of two tragic endings: the loss of her wild identity--and therefore--spirit, and/or the loss of the love of her owner.
What is the message here? The spirit world tells us: something is remiss in our desire to tame, and therefore, to own. Plain and simple: ownership of the wild is a violation. My message? Leave an animal to its own devices in the wild (if it is as such), or give the responsibility to someone else. Symbolically? Let the other person grow (or die) on her own accord--or give her up. Or, allow for another (person) to come into play/into the position of responsibility. The mere implication of ownership is power over another, and therefore, of potential abuse, which is costly. An animal will take its chances in the wild; a domesticated one is now in a cage or other constraint, relying on a human being for food, water, and love. Even if all three are present, the animal knows what exists on the other side of those bars—freedom. Animals want to survive as much as we do. But do we honestly think for a minute that they think they are doing *better* under our control? Are they living a longer, healthier life, maybe? Experiencing safety? Maybe.
And what if the owner grows bored or tired of the responsibility? What if this new “toy” suddenly grows old? (Are we not reminded of the man who takes a beautiful woman under his wing into marriage? The love an owner has for the pet usually grows old much more suddenly than the animal biologically does. Similarly--the man usually loses interest in the woman as she begins to look less enticing—as she ages.)
.
In another example—I am reminded of all the barn cats living (and dying) in Iowa, a state I lived in for many years. How many human generations back—did humans stopped caring for and spaying their feline animals. What was the result? Overpopulation, disease, and high mortality rates for neglected felines. Not to mention the nuisances these animals create for human beings. Who is at fault?
So what are the lessons here, why is it in this blog? Think twice about offering your love to someone, or something, unless you are ready for the long haul of karmic responsibility. An animal’s life purpose is to express itself in its full potentiality…as is a human being’s…A dog or other animal (or wife or other domestic partner) can discern whether you love it, or bought it because of the idea of it—over time. Are you expressing cruelty through neglect? Is there a potential owner or caretaker more capable then YOU to take care of this breathing, feeling, being? Do you recognize how indebted you are to this animal (or person in relationship)? Then LOVE it. Exercise it. Keep it clean, give it good food. Keep it warm. Speak to it. Appreciate it. Cry with it. Own it, truly own it. Take your responsibility. Then you will know on the day it dies how important you were to it and that what this wild creature gave up for you was WORTH it. Blessed Be--Nancy
Today, the water I used instantly froze within seconds of me pouring it over the older, frigid, layer. And this afternoon, when I came home from work—one of chickens was crying, crying—as if to say, “I am cold, I am cold, would you please help me—is this all you can do? Please.”
There are tragic consequences to neglect. I wish the owners could do more…but I am not the “owner,” only the caretaker. And although I can make suggestions, it is not under my control. I have communicated as best I can for the animals, and I have to let it go.
We observe in this culture that acquisition is a sign of prestige, success. In many ways, that is so. But wherein lies the difference between the ownership of an object and its slavery; the enjoyment of another and its violation? How do these express themselves symbolically in feminist undertakings? Can there be a healthy boundary drawn between the two?
I am reminded of the story of the fox, as told in an old biodynamic calendar: As potential pet to a person wanting to "own" her, the fox warns its future keeper of the profound losses that will occur in this kind of engagement, and what the costs are to both the caretaker and to the cared-for. The fox explains to the owner all of the responsibilities the owner would have towards it once she would be domesticated, and that she, the fox--would lose her wildness forever. Such was the grave awareness that would come along with the responsibilities that this new owner would have.
The sad conclusion is obvious: the animal can experience one of two tragic endings: the loss of her wild identity--and therefore--spirit, and/or the loss of the love of her owner.
What is the message here? The spirit world tells us: something is remiss in our desire to tame, and therefore, to own. Plain and simple: ownership of the wild is a violation. My message? Leave an animal to its own devices in the wild (if it is as such), or give the responsibility to someone else. Symbolically? Let the other person grow (or die) on her own accord--or give her up. Or, allow for another (person) to come into play/into the position of responsibility. The mere implication of ownership is power over another, and therefore, of potential abuse, which is costly. An animal will take its chances in the wild; a domesticated one is now in a cage or other constraint, relying on a human being for food, water, and love. Even if all three are present, the animal knows what exists on the other side of those bars—freedom. Animals want to survive as much as we do. But do we honestly think for a minute that they think they are doing *better* under our control? Are they living a longer, healthier life, maybe? Experiencing safety? Maybe.
And what if the owner grows bored or tired of the responsibility? What if this new “toy” suddenly grows old? (Are we not reminded of the man who takes a beautiful woman under his wing into marriage? The love an owner has for the pet usually grows old much more suddenly than the animal biologically does. Similarly--the man usually loses interest in the woman as she begins to look less enticing—as she ages.)
.
In another example—I am reminded of all the barn cats living (and dying) in Iowa, a state I lived in for many years. How many human generations back—did humans stopped caring for and spaying their feline animals. What was the result? Overpopulation, disease, and high mortality rates for neglected felines. Not to mention the nuisances these animals create for human beings. Who is at fault?
So what are the lessons here, why is it in this blog? Think twice about offering your love to someone, or something, unless you are ready for the long haul of karmic responsibility. An animal’s life purpose is to express itself in its full potentiality…as is a human being’s…A dog or other animal (or wife or other domestic partner) can discern whether you love it, or bought it because of the idea of it—over time. Are you expressing cruelty through neglect? Is there a potential owner or caretaker more capable then YOU to take care of this breathing, feeling, being? Do you recognize how indebted you are to this animal (or person in relationship)? Then LOVE it. Exercise it. Keep it clean, give it good food. Keep it warm. Speak to it. Appreciate it. Cry with it. Own it, truly own it. Take your responsibility. Then you will know on the day it dies how important you were to it and that what this wild creature gave up for you was WORTH it. Blessed Be--Nancy
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