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Age: 31
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November 9, 2009 - Monday
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November 6, 2009 - Friday
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November 6, 2009 - Friday
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October 27, 2009 - Tuesday
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From a comment on Destiny's blog "Half full consciousness"
Dear sister,
In the past I never valued what I had.
I always wanted more... or something different... or something "better".
I didn't really value my family or my friends... nothing was "enough".
I didn't value myself either... I didn't like my body... I was always TRYING to be different.
I had an ideal in my head about the way my life SHOULD be...
I was always fighting with everything.
I was completely blind.
I always felt: "My life has no meaning... I have to change it... keep searching, keep seraching!"
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Now I don't feel that way. I value WHAT IS. Every simple thing.
I open the window of my bedroom in the morning and I feel the light... that's AMAZING.
I go to the beach and see the waves of the beautiful ocean... that's AMAZING.
I read one of your messages that you send me with so much love... that's AMAZING.
I see my grandmother smiling... that's AMAZING.
I go to bed and close my eyes, so warm and nice... that's AMAZING.
I drink water when I'm thristy... that's AMAZING.
So many amazing things!!... life is so full... so infinte...
There are so many beautiful things around us... we only have to open our eyes... and SEE...
LOVE - Daya
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October 26, 2009 - Monday
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Horse Power Animal Symbolizes Independence
Despite millennia in the service of man, the wild untamed spirit of the horse is still latent in the nature of the most docile looking beast. However contented and settled he or she may seem, the horse who is too closely bound to domestic duties or routine responsibilities will, sooner or later, hear the call of open ground and feel an overwhelming need for freedom and independence.
The Horse Spirit Guide is Kind Hearted and Sociable
Compassionate and kind-hearted, people with a horse spirit guide need a close-knit group of friends and family, as, despite his independence, the horse is also a herd animal. The horse is well able to carry heavy burdens when the need arises if the burden is of his own choosing and is not imposed by others.
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October 26, 2009 - Monday
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"Man can exist on two levels, either on the level of passion or the level of compassion. Passion means a state of unconsciousness. Man is almost like an animal, just at the mercy of unconscious instincts, a victim of natural forces, not his own master."
"And when one lives in passion one has to live in jealousy, possessiveness, anger, hatred, greed; these are all part of passion. Passion exploits others, it sucks others; it is like a parasite. On the second plane, as you start rising into meditation, into awareness, into consciousness, the energy that is involved in passion starts changing into compassion. Just bring consciousness to all your passions and a miracle starts happening within you, a great alchemical change. That which was dust starts becoming divine, that which was useless, just rubbish, starts becoming golden. The night itself turns into day."
"The whole secret is consciousness. Become more conscious of your anger, of your lust, of your greed, of your jealousy, of your possessiveness, of your violence and cruelty. Become aware of all that you are. Don't avoid anything, don't hide anything from yourself. Be utterly naked before yourself, because in that very nakedness the first glimpse of transformation happens. If one goes on avoiding something inside then the transformation is not possible. It is just like heating water, at one hundred degrees it evaporates, not before that. So unless you are totally naked before yourself transformation is not possible. That total nakedness creates a one-hundred-degree temperature and a quantum leap and a jump from the lowest to the highest, a sudden transformation from passion to compassion."
"Compassion gives, shares. It is a giver. It gives for the sheer joy of giving, for no other reason. With compassion, anger, greed, jealousy, possessiveness, all disappear and different qualities appear: grace, love, prayer, intelligence, understanding."
"The secret of transforming your energy from passion to compassion is hidden in the art of meditation. Become more aware, alert, watchful. Become less sleepy, more awake, and then the miracle happens."
OSHO
"Fingers Pointing to the Moon", Ch. 4
Darshan, 7 March 1980
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October 26, 2009 - Monday
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"A space full of love! What can be better than that??"
A space for more love !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A space for love to pass through !!!!!!!
If all the space is filled with love,it is because we want love,and when it arrives ,we hold on to it,because we are afraid to lose it...and love has to be passed on,allowed to go where it pleases,otherwise,it is like fresh food,that is held too long,and not shared...it goes mouldy !!!
nothing should be held on to,no attachments,the more you let go,the more comes !!!!
and when you are able to let go,even of love,there is nowhere else to be.
Terry
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To me, Love is what we are at source, & what we miss in life. We long to return home to the ocean of Love. We seek this Love in life, & it can be found within ones self & shared with others. Love is formless, so is difficult to describe, yet easy to feel. One must be simply free of mind to know Love, & never seek Love in another. If the other has Love to share, then fair enough, but one cannot take Love or expect Love. One is Love & this merely needs to be recognized by ones own self. The silence thing is simply a choice that suits some & not others. Only in silence does the self speak to the mind. I like chattering (personally), but I rarely learn from it :)
Simon
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Love gives freedom and love helps the other to be himself or herself. Love is a very paradoxical phenomenon. In one way it makes you one soul in two bodies; in another way it gives you individuality, uniqueness. It helps you to drop your small selves, but it also helps you to attain to the supreme self.
Osho
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October 24, 2009 - Saturday
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Love expands in warmth.
Warmth: Tenderness, compassion, humbleness... any positive vibration.
Love flows freely and naturally in warmth.
Coldness is like a wall.
Coldness: Anger, sarcasm, jealousy... any negative vibration.
Love is like water.
When love finds a wall of coldness... it can't flow...
So, it will find a space of warmth to keep on flowing.
This reminds me of something Osho said:
"If I have to choose between soup and stones, I will choose soup... I'm not a fool!
It happens the same with love... it will choose soup!
These are just words... and words can't express what IS...
But they can point to it.
LOVE - Daya
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October 22, 2009 - Thursday
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Dear Terry wrote:
on the path of love,one has to be crazy,so maybe all women are.
crazy,because the whole thing is based on projection of an ideal
yes,without you,life is not so juicy...but it is peacefull !
Daya writes:
It can be peaceful with us too.
You sent me a message with Osho's words:
Meditation without love is lame, dull, cold. Meditation without love creates the ugly phenomenon of the monk and the nun. They are ugly because they don't live at all. They are ugly because their lives are loveless. They are ugly because love is the only phenomenon that gives you beauty and grace.
Love without meditation is full of juice but blind. Meditation without love has eyes but has no juice; it is dry, it is a wasteland. Love without meditation is hot, passionate, but it knows nothing of silence. Hence it is a kind of turmoil, a feverish state of consciousness. It is a restless state. Meditation without love is silent, but the silence is that of the cemetery, the silence of death, not the silence of life, because the silence of life is a song. Meditation without love is empty silence. It is not full, it is not overflowing.
And both these things have been done down the ages: either people have chosen love -- they are called the worldly people, they suffer -- or they have chosen meditation -- they go to the monasteries, become monks and nuns, and they suffer. Both remain incomplete.
To be a total man one needs both together. One has to become love/meditation; that is the highest synthesis. One becomes a perfect circle. Then there is joy of love and there is silence of meditation. Then there is a life of love and the peace of meditation. Then one can dance, yet the dance never becomes feverish. One can sing, but the song is never tiring. Then one is at ease with both. One can live in the marketplace and yet be far away in the mountains. And one can be in the mountains yet be full of love and compassion for the world.
This is going to be the future religion of man, the synthesis between love and meditation. And this is my work here: the effort is to create a new kind of total man, a whole man, and I call a whole man, holy. This is the whole alchemy: create both together -- be loving and be meditative.
Osho
What do you really think about it?
There has to be a "love" that is not a projection of an ideal...
The word "love" is like to word "god"... they have been used in the wrong way so many times... who really knows what they mean anymore?
I don't know... I have been confused about "love" my whole life...
I can only say in this NOW my heart feels a type of "love" I had never felt before...
A type of love that is expanding...
I'm writing this and I feel I love you...
And at the same time I love Atheeva...
And at the same time I love Ed...
And my dear friend Destiny...
And many other beautiful people I have found on MySpace...
I look at their eyes and I smile...
My heart smiles...
Just that...
A love that embraces more and more...
Family, friends, the trees, the sky...
And it's juicy and peaceful at the same time...
That's what I feel... I know it sounds too good to be true...
But... well... I don't know how to explain it better...
I feel it's just LOVE...
That's why I'm posting this blog...
I read your comment and I felt "I really want to share with Terry right now"
Love flowing from me to you...
You can hold it... you can reject it...
It's going to keep on flowing anyway...
In this direction... in any direction it wants to flow...
Everything beautiful captures me...
An honest smile... a deep tear... the birds in the sky... children!... the beautiful flowers...
Warmth... my love expands in warmth...
And I feel it's just a very small seed now...
A seed under the sun...
Love you Terry... have a nice day,
Daya
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October 22, 2009 - Thursday
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"I am free to be me"
Yes!! That's it!!
That's what we have to do!!
The first step...
Nothing can work if we don't feel FREE to be ourselves.
No matter the consequences.
If we are afraid of losing the love of someone... there's going to be PAIN.
Sooner or later... PAIN... very deep PAIN.
Freedom is the first step... without freedom NOTHING can work.
"I am walking in my aloneness and silence"
Yes!!
I'm walking in the same aloneness and silence...
I feel this is the only beginning...
We are already complete... even though sometimes we don't see/feel it...
We don't see/feel it because we are conditioned by society...
Since we are born we see it everywhere...
Songs, movies... everything says: "You have to look for your soulmate!!!"
And we feel that if we don't find that "soulmate" our life will be dark and empty.
But that's a conditioning!
Imagine for a second you felt absolutely complete...
Close you eyes and feel that freedom in your heart...
Can you imagine how simple it would be to relate with other people?
If someone likes you the way you are: fine.
If someone doesn't like you the way you are: no problem.
No fights, no pain, no tears.
Because you already feel COMPLETE.
You are not waiting for someone to complete you.
You don't NEED anybody.
You share if love flows... when love flows naturally.
If you feel uncomfortable... you can follow another path... you don't DEPEND.
You are a free bird flying in the sky.
If you find another free bird flying in the sky and you want to share that beauty for a while (or for a very long time)... you do it.
But there are no conditions of any type... only FREEDOM.
You don't NEED another person by your side.
If it happens... and things simply work without any effort... it is beautiful.
If it doesn't happen... no problem!
Because you are COMPLETE.
You can enjoy your aloneness.
You can enjoy your freedom.
And flow with life.
We are afraid... that's all.
Our conditioning is: "If I don't find my soulmate my life won't have any sense".
That's what we have to SEE!
We can only SHARE in FREEDOM...
With other people that want to SHARE in FREEDOM.
But we are not "made" to be with an especific person.
We are not here to "try to make a relationship work".
If things happen... they happen.
If things don't happen... they don't happen.
Love is not a conquest.
Love is not a battle.
Love is not a compromise.
Love is Freedom.
And when you feel that in your heart...
Only people that feel the same way will understand.
"I love you always sweet beloved sister and I am with you on this journey"
Let's learn and grow together on this beautiful journey.
I love you too,
Daya
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October 21, 2009 - Wednesday
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October 21, 2009 - Wednesday
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October 21, 2009 - Wednesday
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October 20, 2009 - Tuesday
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Words by JEFF FOSTER
Only this.
Only ever this.
Arising spontaneously.
Leaving no trace.
How could it be otherwise?
Emptiness and fullness, being and non-being.
All is here. All is Now.
But those are just words.
No words necessary.
Just this.
Cat miaowing. Kettle on the boil. Heart beating. Eating cornflakes (milk's a bit sour). Bills plopping through the letterbox.
Breathing.
Breathing.
Liberation.
Eating.
Liberation.
Drinking.
Liberation.
Going to the toilet.
Liberation.
Pain in the chest.
Liberation.
Craving, delusion, desire, love, hate, jealously, guilt.
Liberation, liberation, liberation!
No need to search anymore.
Was there ever a past?
Was there ever someone who searched?
Someone who suffered and longed to be free from it all?
Someone who believed in anything?
Oh, God! What madness! To want anything other than this…
Just stop.
Stop, look and listen:
This is all there is.
There was never anything else.
I wonder how much British Gas have charged this month?
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October 17, 2009 - Saturday
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When I dance I feel free.
It doesn't matter the song.
It doesn't matter the sound.
Music takes me.
Just THIS.
Words by JEFF FOSTER
What should you do with your life? It’s always the wrong question. Wait and see what life does.
“But this will lead to inaction and passivity!” you say. Well, what I find is that action happens. It breathes. It moves. It gets out of bed. It brushes its teeth. It plans, or doesn’t. It talks, or doesn’t. It travels, or doesn’t. The Mystery has its own way. Fall madly in love with it all. Or don’t. The Mystery remains a Mystery either way.
It is the seeker who is passive.
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I used to think that it was very important to have something called a purpose. I spent years trying to find this purpose. I made myself very miserable in doing so. Everyone else seemed to have one, but I couldn't find mine.
How wonderful to see that life needs no purpose. That its purpose is its purposeless present appearance. Does music have a purpose? Does a sunset have a purpose? Does dancing have a purpose? Its purpose is in the listening, in the seeing, in the dancing. Life is at once meaningful and meaningless. It’s both and it’s neither.
How wonderful to see that my purpose – if there is any such thing – is just to be sitting here, breathing, heart beating, sounds happening. What awesome freedom in that.
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