Invisible Community

Albert Einstein (1879 - 1955) once said:

‘Although I am a typical loner in my daily life, my awareness of belonging to the invisible community of those who strive for truth, beauty, and justice has prevented me from feelings of isolation.'

A choice to make is whether we too wish to join the 'invisible community' - and if we do...there is no-one we can tell: we just act.

The Seeker

Seeker After Knowledge:

'While you live, you are learning. Those who learn through deliberate effort to learn are cutting down on the learning which is being projected upon them in the normal state. Uncultivated men often have wisdom to some degree because they allow the access of the impacts of life itself...If you try actively to learn from them, you learn certain things, but they are predetermined things... By that I mean that you are seeing what you want to see. This has become an automatic action... You cannot judge...You have set yourself a task: to find spiritual truth. You have sought this truth in the wrong directions... The excessive concentration upon the theme, the anxiety and emotion which is engendered in you, will ultimately pile up to such an extent that you will seek a relief from it...You will become converted to some cult which takes the responsibility...The alternative, which you will not take, is detachment.'

"DO YOU WISH THAT WE SHOW UP ?"

Can the world be changed by one single act? An event in the skies??

There is a document currently circulating the Internet called:

'CHANGE THE WORLD! "DECIDE WHETHER WE SHOULD SHOW UP!"'

This document claims to have been transcribed from non-terrestrial intelligences which outlines our position on earth, in terms of our geopolitics and eco-catastrophes, and which also claims that if it is the will of enough conscious people then the physical appearance of a benign alien race will manifest on earth and the 'truth' regarding our situation finally revealed.

Okay, so I am being overly brief here. In itself the document, oddly enough, is worth reading as it does'not overly attempt to coerce or convince.

Why not give the document a read and decide for yourself if you would like 'them' to 'show up'... decide with your own free will.

With the roses

Back from Barcelona: tis good to spend time with those who yearn for the Roses rather than the thorns.

We make our choices in life, and determine how events form around us.

How our minds operate is a measurement of how we mingle with the cosmos.

Integral Lives: Entangled Lives.

Time is nothing without capacity

For now...

For the time being I shall be visiting Barcelona...again... and having a week away from work-thoughts and research writing - to be with a friend and the sun and a city.

Move freely, for your own fears are the only limitations.

Mapping our Way

Maps have always been drawn in a bid to chart our terrain, our territory, our way ahead. Some, like the one above, show that our past was once joined together as a whole continent: PANGEA - all the world's land mass as one. Now our physical earth has separated, and we are left to find the union again:

'True philosophers are those who embark upon a voyage into the unknown, unsure of their destination or whether they might even return...a journey to a distant place can be as a mode of discovery. With our paths in life mapped out for all of us, it usually takes the one that leads us away from our goal (to where we are not) to affirm where we should be' - A Mapmaker's Dream

Time is liquid

It is true that the previous post was referring to Time as used in the US way of writing the month before the day.... in the UK style, this special time will come around on the 4th of May - again, same digits:

01.02.03 - 04.05.06

And 2 minutes, 3 seconds past 1 am will depend which time zone you are in - in short: this Special Time does not occur in any objective instant. Instead, it occurs in several instants...

We all live our own moments - sometimes artifically separated by constructs of time and space. Yet in each moment we are also united through an endless ocean of consciousness.

Like corks on the sea - swirling separately, joined in the water. Time is a liquid that fills all containers.

A Special Moment in Time

A special moment of time is truly upon us:

On Wednesday of this week, at two minutes and three seconds after 1:00 in the morning, the time and date will be: 01:02:03 04.05.06

This will never ever happen again - Live It.

Cannot be Said

'Love is that that never sleeps,
nor even rests, nor stays
for long with those that do.

Love is language
that cannot be said,
or heard'

Rumi

A new albino yeti? What the crab for?

It looks like we have a new friend on the global scene: this is the Yeti Crab - Kiwa hirsuta - Until last year, no one even knew he existed.

Yeti crabs live next to the volcanic vents 7,500 feet beneath the surface, 900 miles south of Easter Island, and they're pretty weird and mysterious creatures: they're blind, albino, only distantly related to other lobsters and crabs and we don't actually know how they manage to survive where they live:

check out this BBC article :

I'm sure soon we'll be finding the Yeti Crab in shop windows as the new must have stuffed toy...

Yeti for dinner anyone??

Uxorious

I've just learnt that 'uxorious' means: excessively fond of or submissive to a wife.

Is to be excessively fond of a wife the same as to be submissive?

Is it detrimental to be excessivley fond??

I wonder...

Just wanted to say

Just wanted to say:

"Keep walking, though there's no place to get to.
Don't try to see through the distances.
That's not for human beings. Move within,
but don't move the way fear makes you move."

Mevlana

Odd feeling

I just thought it was interesting that, according to today's 'Dictionary word of the day' that arrives daily into my inbox:

crapulous = sick from, or marked by, excessive drinking.

Is anyone feeling crapulous today?

The snowy journey

This morning the clear blue skies and the sun against the snow compelled me to drop all work and enter the snowy fields... walking with no thoughts... just fresh breath being breathed like golden icy air into my cells... and I wandered on...



The tree welcomed me, as it danced with the sun's rays between its bleak yet resilient branches... I spy, with my little eye, something beginning with... and I wandered on...



A family of trees waved in the distance as if encouraging me on... silently they spoke of histories, of seasons like wisdom generations, the swing and sway of events...and I wandered on...



Everywhere was a blanket of snow, covering all like a lover veils the dirt from their eyes, not wanting to see anything but the shine... the glorious shine... and I was alone, yet was not alone...and I wandered on...



The road taken seemed straight, yet it was not easy: it was slippery, it tempted me away onto softer snow, onto easier snow: should I leave the road I had chosen? I saw a gap in the fence - was this shortcut beckoning me? Teasing me? Oh, how so easy...yet so difficult to turn away... yet I did not...and I wandered on...



Until I finally saw my way home...

Bring on the journey. Bring on the Love. Amen...

and I wandered on...