The common wisdom goes like this: that the myth of “some enchanted evening,” when all is awash with the thrill of connection and the aliveness of new romance, is actually a delusion… a hormonally manufactured lie. That soon enough, reality will set in and lovers will awaken from their mutual projections, discover the psychological work involved in two people trying to reach across the chasm of real life separateness, and come to terms at last with the mundane sorrows of human existence and intimate love.                            
In this case, the common wisdom is a lie.

From a spiritual perspective, the scenario above is upside down. From a spiritual perspective, the original high of a romantic connection is thrilling because it is true. It is in fact the opposite of delusion.  For in a quick moment, a gift from the gods, we are likely to suspend our judgment of the other, not because we are temporarily insane but because we are temporarily sane.  We are having what you might call a mini-enlightenment experience.  Enlightenment is not unreal; enlightenment – or pure love — is all that is real. Enlightenment is when we see not as through a glass darkly, but truly face to face. What is unreal is what comes after the initial high, when the  personality self reasserts itself and the wounds and triggers of our human ego form a veil across the face of love. The initial romantic high is not something to outgrow, so much as something to earn admittance back into – this time not as an unearned gift of Cupid’s arrows, but as a consequence of the real work of the psychological and spiritual journey. The romantic relationship is a spiritual assignment, presenting an opportunity for lovers and would-be lovers to burn through our own issues and forgive the other theirs, so together we can gain reentrance to the joyful realms of our initial contact that turn out to have been real love after all.Our problem is that most of us rarely have a psychic container strong enough to stand the amount of light that pours into us when we have truly seen, if even for a moment, the deep beauty of another. The problem we have is not that in our romantic fervor we fall into a delusion of oneness; the problem is that we then fall into the delusion of separateness. And those are the romantic mysteries — the almost blinding light when we truly see each other, the desperate darkness of the ego’s blindness, and the sacred work of choosing the light of mutual innocence when the darkness of anger, guilt and fear descend.

In life it seems we all want the rewards,  brilliant huh?  Of course we do, but I’ve been noticing so many people who them without doing the work.  The spew out a lot of rhetoric and nonsense and catch phrases and somehow float to the top, above people who really do work their butt off.  Maybe it is just the environment that I am in lately, who knows.

I do know that the period of time in my life where I just took it as the norm is over.  I can box with the best of them, and just because i don’t use it doesn’t mean that I don’t have a sneaky and strong left hook.

I hate this era where you can’t tell anyone off for being a snake at work without them going to tattle.  I’m not in any trouble…just an observation.  Grow up peeps.

YOU CAN’T THE THE EGGS WITHOUT RAISING THE CHICKEN

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p>In life it seems we all want the rewards,  brilliant huh?  Of course we do, but I’ve been noticing so many people who them without doing the work.  The spew out a lot of rhetoric and nonsense and catch phrases and somehow float to the top, above people who really do work their butt off.  Maybe it is just the enviornment that I am in lately, who knows.

I do know that the period of time in my life where I just took it as the norm is over.  I can box with the best of them, and just because i don’t use it doesn’t mean that I don’t have a sneaky and strong left hook.

I hate this era where you can’t tell anyone off for being a snake at work without them going to tattle.  I’m not in any trouble…just an observation.  Grow up peeps.

Song by Blue Six

some people look for lovesettle when they’ve looked enoughothers will take their timetakes too long they’ll soon findsome people need their fearthey think it makes life clearno one’s on earth aloneyet everyone’s on their ownsomeday one day maybesomehow, not now and you will findwhat you losewhen you have peace of mindmost start out with great ambitionyears gone bylose your time lose your minddrink that wine, drink that winelook at me i’m pureeverything that i am i adoreit’s the reason that life is forit’s my heart that i need to be sureheep it purebe pure, anything that you dare and moreevery nap of my hair i’m purewhat you love at the root, at the corekeep it puresome people look for lovesettle when they’ve looked enoughmost people think they have timeto begin lifethey’re so wrongthey’re so wrongthey’re so wrongwhat i dream of, if i dream hard enoughwill become mineif i don’t run out of all my timemost people have intuitionto love lifelove your lifefeel alive, feel alivelook at me i’mfree……….la la la la la

The common wisdom goes like this: that the myth of “some enchanted evening,” when all is awash with the thrill of connection and the aliveness of new romance, is actually a delusion… a hormonally manufactured lie. That soon enough, reality will set in and lovers will awaken from their mutual projections, discover the psychological work involved in two people trying to reach across the chasm of real life separateness, and come to terms at last with the mundane sorrows of human existence and intimate love.                            
In this case, the common wisdom is a lie.

From a spiritual perspective, the scenario above is upside down. From a spiritual perspective, the original high of a romantic connection is thrilling because it is true. It is in fact the opposite of delusion.  For in a quick moment, a gift from the gods, we are likely to suspend our judgment of the other, not because we are temporarily insane but because we are temporarily sane.  We are having what you might call a mini-enlightenment experience.  Enlightenment is not unreal; enlightenment – or pure love — is all that is real. Enlightenment is when we see not as through a glass darkly, but truly face to face. What is unreal is what comes after the initial high, when the  personality self reasserts itself and the wounds and triggers of our human ego form a veil across the face of love. The initial romantic high is not something to outgrow, so much as something to earn admittance back into – this time not as an unearned gift of Cupid’s arrows, but as a consequence of the real work of the psychological and spiritual journey. The romantic relationship is a spiritual assignment, presenting an opportunity for lovers and would-be lovers to burn through our own issues and forgive the other theirs, so together we can gain reentrance to the joyful realms of our initial contact that turn out to have been real love after all.Our problem is that most of us rarely have a psychic container strong enough to stand the amount of light that pours into us when we have truly seen, if even for a moment, the deep beauty of another. The problem we have is not that in our romantic fervor we fall into a delusion of oneness; the problem is that we then fall into the delusion of separateness. And those are the romantic mysteries — the almost blinding light when we truly see each other, the desperate darkness of the ego’s blindness, and the sacred work of choosing the light of mutual innocence when the darkness of anger, guilt and fear descend.

1. GCB

2. Smash

3. Scandle

4. The Vampire diaries – really?  I’m 37…

5. 2 broke girls

6. DOWNTON ABBEY

7 revenge.

Just a song, slightly re-written

July 25, 2008, 3:29 pm
Filed under: Uncategorized

When he was younger,
he stood staring at the door.
Waiting for the day,
That he knew would surely come.

Put gel in his hair.
Dressed as he thought you’d like.
But as time ticked away,
Promises fade one by one.

And now he’s all grown.
Made it through on his own.
Now strong enough to see,
You’ve been where you want to be.

No longer dying inside,
I will not let you define,
Everything that I am,
By the one thing I don’t have,
Because I’m more than that.
I will not be made to hide,
These tears wont fall for you this time.
I will not be ashamed of my name,
Anymore.

Sometimes he wonders.
Imagines what you’re like.
The emptiness inside,
That made you miss his life.
The oceans widen,
With all your silence.
Leaves his daydreams behind.
Childish fantasies unwind.

And now he knows,
You won’t let him come home.
Puts his hands in his hair,
Cause he’s been waiting thirty years.

No longer dying inside,
I will not let you define,
Everything that I am,
By the one thing I don’t have,
Because I’m more than that.
I will not be made to hide,
These tears wont fall for you this time.
I will not be ashamed of my name,
Anymore.

No longer dying inside,
I will not let you define,
Everything that I am,
By the one thing I don’t have,
Because I’m more than that.
I will not be made to hide,
These tears wont fall for you this time.
I will not be ashamed of my name,
Anymore.