On Masters and Wisdom

I have an old blog, from mostly 2005. The basic premise of the blog was that it was a place for me to search for a spiritual teacher and to post my thoughts regarding my spirituality and my search. Sometimes it's interesting to go back and read through my thoughts from that time period. Today I am in a new period. I am feeling movement and growth. Before I felt stagnant and very frustrated. Maybe I can finally grow because I am happy again.

Anyway, these two lines from the Hermetic Kybalion reminded me of my old blog:

"Where fall the footsteps of the Master, the ears of those ready for his Teaching open wide." -- THE KYBALION

"When the ears of the student are ready to hear, then cometh the lips to fill them with Wisdom." -- THE KYBALION

My old blog is found here: http://seeking-enlightenment.blogspot.com

Until the Very End

Last night you left me and slept
your own deep sleep. Tonight you turn
and turn. I say,
"You and I will be together
till the universe dissolves."
You mumble back things you thought of
when you were drunk.

Rumi

And that... is the way it is.

The UnPoem, June 26, 2007

I call this an "UnPoem", because it has no form, nor does it follow any strict guidelines, or rules. It also doesn't rhyme. It's just me trying to put words to something I feel. It's very simple.

I want to see you,
But I do not even know your name.
Sometimes it seems like there are a thousand paths,
But I know only one will unite us.
Please show me the way.

Haiku, June 22, 2007

Honeysuckle scent
Lingering in the warm air
A taste of nectar

(P.S. If you don't know about the gift of nectar in the honeysuckle bloom, send me an email or post a comment and I will explain to you how you too can experience this delightful little bit of heaven on earth.)

The Gift

Twenty-nine years ago today, my mother gave me a wonderful gift. Nine months before, my father had something to do with that as well.

My parents don't read my blog because they wouldn't understand my philosophical and spiritual leanings, but, thanks Mom and Dad.

From the moment I opened my eyes, I began to experience the greatest mystery of all!

These are some flowers my husband got for me on the way home from work today. As you can see, NeeNee is very interested in these pretty little petite roses. Due to my cats' interest, the roses will be put up where they can't get to them. :)

Billy

My mom's dog, who I will be babysitting in September for two weeks while she is away on vacation in Hawaii. I took this photo Sunday. It's fun having a little brother, who is a dog. :)

Bonding with a Stranger

Have you ever passed by a complete stranger and felt something touch your heart? Have you felt a closeness with them without even talking to them? This is rare for me, but it has happened. And, it happened to me recently, just last week to be exact. I was sitting at a table in a restaurant with my husband, father, step-mother and grandmother. There was a man sitting alone at a table across from where I was sitting. The way we were seated, I was directly facing this man. Our eyes kept meeting, and I felt that uncanny sensation that there was a bond made. No words were passed between us, not even a nod, just glances as we both seemed to acknowledge the other. It was like there was an understanding of sorts between us, as if our souls reached out and shook hands.

Meeting someone on this deeper level is magical to me. There is no need for words here on the physical plane when two souls meet like that. Words are insufficient, anyway. I like to think that perhaps this man was a soul friend.

Chances are, I will never see him again on earth. We crossed paths once, and maybe that is all that is needed for us to continue on our journeys.

I wonder what he felt about me. Was I special to him, too? Whether or not he consciously felt what I felt for him, I bet that something about him was important.

So, precious stranger, I wish you well on your journey, I send you blessings and wishes for your happiness. If you feel lonely, don't, because someone out here in this world is thinking about you.

The Little Prince

"... It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."

Go ahead. Click the link. You're not too old.

http://thelittleprince.50webs.org/txt/chapters.html

Primeval Man and Love

This is a drawing that I keep close to my heart. It is by Eugene Karlin and is found in the 1968 limited edition of Lysis, or, Friendship. The Symposium. Phaedrus., by Plato. It is a depiction of the Greek first humans as described by the playright Aristophanes in the book: "The primeval man was round, his back and sides forming a circle; and he had four hands and four feet, one head with two faces... He could walk upright as men now do." These humans were punished by Zeus after they rebelled against the gods. Zeus sliced them all in two, and ever since man and woman have been trying to find their other half.

http://everything2.com/?node_id=1000672

http://www.loc.gov/exhibits/world/human.html

I'm Back!

I'm back home from vacation, now. I have quite a bit of catching-up to do with not just blogging but also chores around the house that got put off until my return. I have emails to catch-up with, comments to respond to, just basically everything that includes letting the world know that I'm still alive. There's nothing worse than sending an email and not getting a response. Hey everyone? I have not forgotten you!! Thanks for not forgetting me. I seem to be going through a low-energy crisis at the moment. I'm getting used to this and will just ride it out until my energy returns. In the mental health industry they'd say I was "bi-polar", having swings of highs and lows. If I'm bi-polar, then this is a low I'm going through, but thankfully not as low as what I have been through before. I think right now I'm over-medicated and will tell my doctor that I'm recommending that I have a dosage alteration. When I was experiencing all those wonderful synchronicities and feeling spiritually high, they said I must be "bi-polar" and going through a "high" which "isn't normal", so of course they increased the medicine and now I feel low and tired and unmotivated. I'd rather be UP high.

It seems there is a great divide between what is considered spiritual and what is considered mental. In the spiritual world, a depression can be considered a "Dark Night of the Soul", while the mental health industry wants to just blame it on brain chemicals that are all awry. Elevated moods and hyperawareness in the spiritual world could be called "Kundalini" while the mental field wants to call it "manic". So what is it? Spiritually related or chemical related? Does the spirit cause the mix-up of chemicals? Who knows.

As usual I've gotten off-track. Anyway, I'm going to catch-up to emails and comments soon. I'm still alive, still breathing, just tired and hoping for another wave of elevated mood.