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“Before our white brothers arrived to make us civilized men, we didn’t have any kind of prison.
Because of this, we had no delinquents.
Without a prison, there can be no delinquents.
We had no locks nor keys and therefore among us there were no thieves.
When someone was so poor that he couldn’t afford a horse, a tent or a blanket, he would, in that case, receive it all as a gift.
We were too uncivilized to give great importance to private property.
We didn’t know any kind of money and consequently, the value of a human being was not determined by his wealth.
We had no written laws laid down, no lawyers, no politicians, therefore we were not able to cheat and swindle one another.
We were really in bad shape before the white men arrived and I don’t know how to explain how we were able to manage without these fundamental things that (so they tell us) are so necessary for a civilized society.”
— John (Fire) Lame Deer

every time i find my dream house on the internets my heart goes whomp whomp

tarot reading?

except for the entering through the feet thing... pretty good

Akhunaton

“There was a person by the name of Akhunaton who came along and taught what was referred to as the ‘missing information’. Around 1355 B.C. he taught the twelve year mystery school. The mystery school was known as ‘Akhunaton’s Mystery School: The Law of One’. The symbol for the school was the right eye of Horus. This was left-brain information: the male side, the logical side, of how the entire universe was of spirit and nothing.

Akhunaton was a very special person who was brought here by the ascended masters to solve a specific problem. The problem being that as Egypt developed they completely lost the concept of ‘one spirit moving through everything’ and they started worshipping all these different gods.

He’s not from here. He was from the star system of Sirius and on the star system of Sirius the height ranges from ten to sixteen feet. This is a whole different level of consciousness. What we would refer to as a very high level of unity consciousness or ‘Christ Consciousness’. So Akhunaton was brought here as an example of the level of consciousness that we are moving into.

The polarity situation we’re in — that we see everything divided: it’s either good or bad, right or wrong. We forget that there’s a unifying thread that moves through everything. We don’t see that. We only see polarization.

Well, the problem really is not with the right brain: the feminine, the intuitive component because even though it can’t prove anything it pretty much is able to feel its way through reality to the understanding, on an intuitive level, that everything is interconnected, that there is no separation. So there’s really not a problem with that side.

The problem — when we split ourselves into left and right brain – is with the male side: the logical side, because it looks out there and it sees everything divided. It will stay separate – it will stay divided forever — until it can be shown, and the only way it can be shown is step-by-step and logically that everything is totally and completely interconnected. This is what Akhunaton was teaching in his twelve year school.” — Bob Frissell, Nothing in this Video is True but it’s Exactly How Things Are

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Ayahuasca

“Every drama in your outer life is a reflection of a drama in your inner life. Every person you are interacting with in your outer life symbolizes an interaction of energy that is going on within you. Every person and event offers you an opportunity to clean up your energy, to evolve yourself, and to move higher. Another person cannot hurt you unless you are hurting yourself. You cannot be betrayed, undervalued, or unloved unless you are doing it to yourself by not valuing and loving yourself.”

-Orin, Personal Power Through Awareness

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For I am the first and the last.

I am the honored one and the scorned one.

I am the whore and the holy one.

I am the wife and the virgin.

I am the mother and the daughter.

I am the members of my mother.

I am the barren one

and many are her sons.

I am she whose wedding is great,

and I have not taken a husband.

I am the midwife and she who does not bear.

I am the solace of my labor pains.

I am the bride and the bridegroom,

and it is my husband who begot me.

I am the mother of my father

and the sister of my husband

and he is my offspring.

I am the slave of him who prepared me.

I am the ruler of my offspring.

But he is the one who begot me before the time on a birthday.

And he is my offspring in due time,

and my power is from him.

I am the staff of his power in his youth,

and he is the rod of my old age.

And whatever he wills happens to me.

I am the silence that is incomprehensible

and the idea whose remembrance is frequent.

I am the voice whose sound is manifold

and the word whose appearance is multiple.

I am the utterance of my name.

From The Thunder, Perfect Mind

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The more aware I become of the interconnectedness of all things, the more I am able to objectively see the stories of others as belonging to them, and not me. When people project their dramas on me, I can see them for what they are, and not get involved.  So in other words and very ironically, my separateness and sense of personal identity is actually enhanced by an expanding consciousness.  

The Most Beautiful Heart Story

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley.

A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed. It truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, “Why, your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine.” The crowd and the young man looked at the old man’s heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars. It had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn’t fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing. The people stared. “How can he say his heart is more beautiful?”

The young man looked at the old man’s heart and saw its state and laughed. “You must be joking,” he said. “Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears.”

“Yes,” said the old man, “Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love – I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren’t exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared.”

“Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn’t returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges – giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?”

The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect, young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man’s heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.

The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man’s heart flowed into his.

They embraced and walked away side by side.

via UrbanMonk.net