A flower moon, a fire deity, a sacred pan, a prayer and an awesome moment of blessing.
May there be peace for the suffering.
A flower moon, a fire deity, a sacred pan, a prayer and an awesome moment of blessing.
May there be peace for the suffering.
Cafe chilling on a cloudy tuesday afternoon.
Deeply plug into my audio book
Pondering on when the past is the present.
The espresso aroma seduces me to take sip from my red cup of cappucino.
As i took up my red cup, I notices a strange sighting of raining green flashes outside.
Thousands of leaves jump off a tall tree and freefall like raining leaves.
Its so beautiful a sight that my eyes refuse to look away.
When the show is over, i look around to see if anyone shares this magical moment with me.
No one seems to be particularly engross in this magic moment like me.
Its seems like we are all living in the same moment while experiencing a different reality.
Is this the result of past conditioning affecting all our present experiences?
Same same but different. Same reality but different experiences.
How is true communication of U & I possible when U & I are still wearing lens created from our past?
Maybe a newer lens should be created.
Mmmh… that espresso aroma is seducing me again. Where is my red cup?
Did not know how long have i wore this armour.
But it certainly is a heavy armour.
I try to remove it but it is not easy. Some joint have rusted and cannot easily come undone.
I struggled and slowly it came out.
I felt lighter and my breath became easier.
The wind on my skin is a strange sensation.
I feel cold and vulnerable. Many times i try to hide behind the pieces of that armour feeling scare.
Then the sun rises and whisper to me.
Suddenly I am ready to move ahead.
I AM PRECIOUS 😚
Betrayal are too painful for me to breathe.
Rejection are too sad for me to listen.
Judgement are too overwhelming for me to feel.
Guilt are too bitter for me to taste.
Violent world is too much for me to witness.
I just want to hide, surrender and waste away.
There’s a goddess
If you reach into your soul
A facet of mercy live within each of us.
Have we met?
Both my palms are pulsating. I dont even know when it started. Its almost like they are vibrating. What an unusual feeling that feels really good. Its like all the pores are breathing and humming deeply together. These sensations slowly spreads throughout both arms and towards my heart. Vortexes of pulsating energies gathered on my heart and both palms. I realised that i had this silly grin on my face that i cant seems to wipe off. The pulsating energies seems to be moving in waves. As the waves of energies hit a high, pleasurable moaning starts to come to life. It coupled into a synchronistic symphony with the pulsations. My heart and palm vortexes starts to open up like flower. It felt like i am basking in a continous flow of joyous energy.
Then i saw myself lying on a lush green field with plenty of little white daisy. Up above is a greek goddess serenading golden nectar of joy on me. She has beautiful blonde hair and a flower crown adorned with white daisies. The sun above her is so warm and bright that i cant open my eyes fully. Behind her stands a majestic greek temple and my heart tells me that it is my temple. I felt so touched and blessed by these abundance of estatic joy and orgasmic pleasure that i wonder if this is just a dream. Well no matter if it is a dream or not a dream. A joy is a joy is a joy. An orgasm is an orgasm is an orgasm. Period. 😀
Is a prostitute any less worthy then a president?
If we break a human body down to the smallest bits. We get atoms.
Be it the prostitute or the president. They are all made out of the same fundamental component. Atoms.
Nuclear fussion is the splitting of an atom. The power unleashed is unfathomable. Imagine we each holds at least 7 billion billion billion of atoms. We all pack a potential beyond what anyone can imagine.
All man have the same unimaginable potential. Like all flowers of a tree. We all bloom at our each divine moment. There is no comparison possible in the eye of god.
We are unable to classified anyone’s worth because their potential is beyond our comprehension.
Remember. We are all are equally precious and equally important!!!
Below is an event that triggered my inner child issue of self worthiness. Its the narration of my parts in proccess.
Inner Child (reptilian) : I am so angry. How can someone whom vaguely knows me demean me out of no where? That bitch is a terrible person.
Inner Guide: Relax kid. You need to cool down first.
Inner Child (reptilian) : She did a personal verbal attack on me. Who does she think she is? High and mighty? I am so gonna slam her face down.
Inner Guide: Your anger is not helping. Violence breeds violence. Returning violence with violence is never the way to a balance. For the better good please take deep breath ….
Inner Child (reptilian) : But…
Inner Guide: Breathe in ……. breathe out…… breathe in ……. breathe out…..
Inner Child (wounded): Ouch but its so painful.
Inner Guide: I hear you kid. Dont worry okay. We will get through this and heal it. Trust me.
Inner Child (wounded): Sob. I trust you.
Inner Guide: Where is the pain coming from? How do you feel?
Inner Child (wounded): I felt unworthy. I felt like my self worth have been degraded. Ouch.
Inner Guide: All man have unimaginable potential. Anyone’s worth cannot be classified based on human comparer because everyones potential are beyond human comprehension. Remember this truth and remember how beyond worthy you are.
Inner Child: That is true. But why does this person whom vaguely knows me attack me verbally in this way? Is she a sad and angry person without love in her heart?
Inner Guide: You see her actions have tiggered you to see your self worthiness issues within. Because you are aware of the wound then can you heal it. For her to do that, she have to be here at that moment. Imagine out of the infinite possible universe of manifestation. She had to follow you all the way till that moment to prick into your awareness. So that you can realised your wound within and get it heal. Is that not love from her soul?
Inner Child: You mean that she have intended to help me see my wounding so that it can be healed?
Inner Guide: Yes. Her soul definitely have that intention. Although her human form may not be clear about it at the moment.
Inner Child: But why must she used such an offensive approach? Is a gentler approach not better?
Inner Guide: Well offer a thought that her inner state then maybe as such. And also maybe your issue is so deeply buried that such approach is required.
Inner Child: That does resonate. Oh mine, she must be in pain as well. I felt sorry for her too.
Inner Guide: How are you feeling now?
Inner Child: I felt my heart opening. I felt thankful for her part for my healing. I felt sorry that she may be in pain. I felt that I want to love her more. 😀
Inner Guide: Return violence with love is a beautiful way to balance. Love breeds love 🙂
Inner Child: Dear guide i thank you for being with me. Blessing, guiding and loving me. I am indeed in the grace of love.
Inner Guide: 😀
Thank You Kwan Yin. Love you.
I have always been fearful of death. My own death. Every time when I started thinking of that moment when I die, I will be so petrified by my avalanche of fear that my physical mind will kick me out of that thought. Thinking as if not thinking will be changing something. Why am I so fearful? Is it the decomposing of my physical body? Or the burning of it?
我一直在害怕死亡. 我自己的死亡. 每当我开始想起我死的那一刻,恐惧会将我这思想踢出我脑袋.好像不想就会没这事. 为什么我这么害怕? 是因为死了我的身体的分解吗? 或者是害怕它的燃烧?
When I die. When my physical body have been burnt into ashes. I will become a void to the world. If I still witness the world moving on and I am a void witnessing the world moving on. This felt like an eternal jail of observing without participation. This is a scary thought. Isn’t this like eternal hell? Fear of death is fear of being here but not being here.
当我死了. 当我的身体被烧毁成灰烬时. 我会成为一个空白. 如果我还见证着世界的运行,没有身体而见证着世界的运行.这感觉就像没有参与只观察的一个永恒的监狱. 这是一个可怕的想法. 这不是像永久的地狱吗? 对死亡的恐惧似乎是害怕不在这里，但被锁在这里.
A friend’s recent passing has brought this topic to my mind.
Lying on bed and pondering over death. What is death?
Looking at the clock beside and the time is 9am. My consciousness started peeking behind my fear. Thinking, asking and hoping to get clarity about death.
看着旁边的时钟,时间是上午9点. 我的意识开始勇敢的看着我的恐惧. 想了解想知道死亡的真相.
Next moment I was consciously doing something else in another world. I am identified with my persona then doing my stuff in that world of mine.
Suddenly I awoke from my dream. I turn my head and saw the time is 9.30am. I am conscious of me (JT) falling into dreamland. I am conscious of me in another persona (DT) in the dreamland. And I am now conscious of me coming back into my persona (JT) here.
突然，我从梦中惊醒. 我看到的时间是上午9:30. 我意识到我（ JT）落入梦乡. 我意识到我在梦境另一个角色（DT ）. 而我现在意识到我回来了我的角色（ JT）这里.
It is as if my consciousness travel without skipping a beat from JT to DT and back to JT. When I was DT I do not remember JT and when I am JT I vaguely remember DT.
A sudden knowing jolt me into excitement. Hey isn’t this the truth of death.
When I am DT, I only remember story of DT. When I am JT, I only remember story of JT. It is as if I am the consciousness that travel through worlds and assuming different persona of bodies experiencing that world.
当我是DT时 ，我只记得DT的故事. 当我是JT时 ，我也只记得JT的故事. 这好像是我的意识，穿梭于不同的世界旅行和承担不同的角色体验不同的世界.
The line where dream becomes wake land or wake land becomes dream land is the line of death.
A line where consciousness slip from one side to another side. So graceful so easy so automatic.
Hey if this is death I am not afraid anymore. Something is lifted in me. My baggage of fearing death may have been enlightened and relieve in a certain sense.
A sudden joy came into me. I felt that this conscious experience has gifted me a different eye about death.
Fearing death is like trapping our consciousness on either side of dream land or wake land when we have not even reaches that line.
It’s a silly self-created pain trap imagining the line of death is the loss of our consciousness awhile we observe on.
The truth is that we automatically transit our consciousness from one world to another world. From dreamland to wake land or wake land to dream land. This land to other land or to many land.
Sometimes knowing and not really remembering. Sometimes not knowing and sometimes knowing it all of what beautiful life we have lead on the other side.
前世的事故有些没有真正记住, 有些完全真正记住, 有些完全没记住.
Our conscious on our dreamland is the conscious of our wake land. It’s the eternal soul that travels through all the magical world of spirit.
我们在梦境的意识也是我们醒时的意识. 我们的意识是我们的灵魂. 穿梭于不同世界不同的角色的大我.
Being fearful of death isn’t it the trap that stop one from living this moment. The real moment is where our consciousness resides.
Living this moment on where the real magic is.
Death is like waking up to a world and sleeping into another world. Nothing is lost. Consciousness goes on. The physicality of the worlds is gone but only for this moment where our consciousness is on another plane witnessing another magic of that world. Consciousness goes on.
死亡就像是醒来的世界和睡眠时进入了另一个世界. 不会丢失. 我们意识就是我们不灭的灵魂. 之前世界的肉体消失了，但只在这个时刻，我们的意识只是到另一个世界另一个肉体目睹游玩.
The death fear melt away like an ice cream under the burning sun.
Love this moment.
Gratitude to divine’s gift of clarity.
The bathroom sink.
Our daily place of waste disposal.
Brushing teeth, washing hands and face.
Our daily ritual of clearing our unwanted down the waste of the sink.
Deep within the dark alley of the waste, is the remains of unwanted unloved stuff.
The place of death where life is unthinkable.
And yet a plant grew from the remains of death.
Yes it grew from the remains of death.
Yes it grew out of the dark alley and popping it’s head in search of light.
I am in awe with it’s strength of life.
I ponder at it’s journey.
Did it cried in fear when everything seems like death and when there is no clarity?
Did it just trust it’s instinct or it’s life purpose?
Growing as accord to it’s purpose of finding light out of the waste of the sink.
At times it must have been crying in fear during the darkness in the alley of the waste. Feeling lost.
At times it must have been brave in spite of fear through the death zone. Trusting inner guidance.
It has found light and it’s a major celebration. A pat on the back for it’s hero’s journey.
It’s journey that found life and radiating life lessons for the other being that witness it’s moment of triumph.
I for one have been touched by it’s teaching of life lesson.
Small yet almighty. I give thanks to it for the teaching.
It may survive longer or it may not.
Importantly it has already bring lessons so great to many that it may not even know.
The seed of life have already blossom into the flower of life.
For now I smile to it in celebration of this moment of triumph.
May what will be will be. 😀
The standard calender that most of the world are using today is call the Gregorian calender. 1 calender year is the time that takes earth to orbit around the sun. As the true timing of earth’s orbit around the sun is 365.256 days instead of 365 days, Gregorian calendar compensate this by having a leap year. A Leap year happen roughly once in every 4 years where an additional day will be added. 29 February is the leap day that is added to bring us back to the true timing of Now. Calender a man made device to sync with the timing of the celestial movement. Is this moment not unlike an ego coming in sync with divinity.
On a leap year and during a leap day when a breaching humpback whale from the sea of emotion leaps out into a physical manifestation. It brings it’s motto of “honouring your life purpose” into the true moment. The moment where perceived time is calibrated to the precise moment as accord to the celestial dance of mother earth and father sun. The birth of “honouring truth, consciousness and clarity” is in the divine time of NOW.
May this beautiful & soulful being bring forth divine strength for the journey of abyssal truth in the Now.
Goldie’s only goal is to attain a perfect life.
She is one focus and hard working goldfish.
It had brought her a perfect life as advertised.
Lying on her lush mattress, sun tanning and sipping on her favourite drink.
She ponder, ” Why do I feel so dry?”