Remember (to love yourself)

Dec. 14. 14.

Don't hesitate.

(Don't hesitate to be who you are.)

Don't worry if you hesitate to be true to yourself. It's not a race. 

As long you are true your self, it is okay.

To the deepest parts of the earth

December 20, 2014
I saw something a while back.
The world as only limited to earthly, material things. And even so, the earth is disregarded.
The surface, of things, is more the totality of the matter.
But the earth is, in fact, a solid rock. A mass.

There is also the air. And everything around, the atmosphere.
The things unseen - of which I cannot remember.
If I wanted to be a pilot and die the air, it is much of a glorious adventure than dying anywhere else on (the surface of) this earth.
The earth, I love because it is all I have until it is no more; or I die or am buried in it.

"Verily, I learned waiting also, and thoroughly so,—but only waiting for MYSELF. And above all did I learn standing and walking and running and leaping and climbing and dancing. This however is my teaching: he who wisheth one day to fly, must first learn standing and walking and running and climbing and dancing:—one doth not fly into flying!"

(Nietzsche, 1883-1891).

Picture the earth as a globe in space with nothing holding it... And then there are the structures built on its surface. This is beautiful. Yet we are surrounded by space. The space we dream of.

Let us not rush, dear 'dream ones'.
It can be lonely, out there, all alone -

In space:

surrounded by the stars
and the dark,
drifting through infinity like a helium inflated balloon.

All on our own.

I admonish you to the words of Nietzsche: be true to the earth. Love the earth; what you have. And be true to your self.
Then can you love you: I love I, and you love I and I love you.
 But enough with the nonsense and play of words.
I love you


Reference:
Friedrich W. Nietzsche, 1883-1891. Thus Spake Zarathustra: A Book for All and None. Germany: Ernst Schmeitzner.

Night cup

Even the leaders can't do it all.

Manifesto

I persuade thee to self-love,
As has been explained by Nietzsche our brother in 'Thus Spake Zarathustra'.

This is a call to Exercise, a call to creativity, a call to holding on to dreams.

The Blue Letter

Pharaoh says,
'Love youself, and again love yourself'

Pharaoh was young, resourceful, and understood the times he lived in.
And with this awareness, he worked with no time to loose; as responsibility grew.

He had a strange dream one day.
He woke up that day, feeling Confident: the troubles he had been experiencing, were past.

"It began with Her. Then came the beginning, which was the truth indeed, where he found his way to the place he desired to go.

He was transported, as by traders through a channel, to a deserted land. Where he found himself in the kitchen of an eatery.
He immediately took responsibility and served his way to customers needs.

The needs of the guest being a vegetarian dish with a side of salad.

From table to 'top', he carried himself out into an open area.
Going further out he found two Mums sat side by side, starring in his direction but not particularly at him.

Everything is vague from here. But before these ladies appear, she comes - the delight of his dreams; this lady who begins his dreams."


He wakes. He stays but he is not part of this world.
He makes up his mind. This morning. In the wake of the sun. He focuses on the 'one star in sight'. Although unconscious about his actions, he is determined, somehow to make a difference in his life.

This time he makes not a lot of stops on his his way for coffee. Yet he visits the bathroom.

He prints his dreams.

Then gets a drink.

Duty, he sets aside. And declares for himself a holiday. Until, he can make free his mind from the trouble of ambitious gain, that hurts.

He reads. He eats. He reads. He rests. And he reads again. Oh yes! He does what he wills.

The day ends well. But not without some troubles and complication. But like farewell kisses from distances, he is created: a new person he becomes.

Experiences of the day

Piloting the underside of the clouds.

The loudest are not necessarily the wisest or true. Sometimes one really gets trapped by the prize. It is easy to forget that you are the horse, and you are being used to get to some one's destination. (A comrade once said, there's nothing i show you, you don't already know; this is only a reminder).
Aleister Crowley quoting Leah Hirsig proposes being 'unassuaged of purpose, delivered from the lust of result'. This is true happiness. This is pure. And this I find as the remedy to obstinacy to one's own hurt.

Unassuaged of purpose

And free to live

Not premanded by value

But nature brings

Peace and happiness

Because i didn't really ask for it

Or better yet

I didn't really cause it to come my way

By force or compulsion

But of its own will

It comes to my calling

It sees my deepest wound

And like nature's touch

Heals

Supplies all my needs

And i lack nothing

Believe it

To be true

Answers all the questions

Nature then provides

This is true love.

Reference:
Anon. Leah Hirsig [online]. Available: http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leah_Hirsig [December, 9th 2014]

Hermes! The bronze serpent.

ISIS. My Brothers in arms. Kurdish fighters.

There is no harm done.

Or wrong done in a flaw.

My Kurdish fighters the trailer you yet saw.

Come take me away. To that city so blue.

White in the sky.

The crystal clear streamline.

See. A number of things. Did rush through my mind.

I haven't got enough to give. But song I did write.

Please take this as an offering.

The sky blue chamber.

Ar Aiden, kiss the texture of this iron weapon.

Advance we would go.

Don't they look amazing.

The comrades, in teams fighting for the victory.

Not supplied. Like aid to the hungry.

But forged through the jaws of battle.

Where we belong.

The tears piles down.

The blood falls deep.

A minute of leisure and pleasure makes the victory complete.

Regardless. Of the what they say.

The enemy will fail.

He has no part in it.

Freedom is not theirs to take.

And neither is peace, and love.

You cannot really confine me.

You're confined in a state.

While we live freely in Elysium.

My Brothers, know that. There is nothing like slavery.

But my brother on my side.

We building up an army.

Raise it tight and divide it.

No hope in retreat.

Cut through the mass, and let us go free.

Our home calls us forth.

But yet we need to cut in pieces.

So aim high.

Let loose.

Split the heart in pieces.

I sing a lot.

And then everyday, I'm calling.

Everyday I'm calling.

Everyday. Like a dolphin.

The cross bows are enormous.

But I can't say I'm sorry.

I need more than a story.

I need more than (your) mercy.

Can we take flight.

Now.

The noble prize.

Don't mean a thing.

Now.

We fighting for survival.

My Brothers in need. In arms, fight.

Till the killers bleed.

I think my brothers.

And lovers will.

Agree with me. We need to stand free.

We need to... no! Must do what we-will be Able to do.

That comes naturally.

My Brothers sing melodies. Sisters rip.

And from the big screen.

We see that we only have to stand our ground.

And don't take no for an answer.

 Life, Love, Light and Truth.