Showing posts with label Enlightenment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Enlightenment. Show all posts

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Dance of Love

"A man only begins to be a man when he ceases to whine and revile, and commences to search for the hidden justice which regulates his life. And as he adapts his mind to that regulating factor, he ceases to accuse others as the cause of his condition, and builds himself up in strong and noble thoughts; ceases to kick against circumstances, but begins to use them as aids to his more rapid progress, and as a means of discovering the hidden powers and possibilities within himself." -James Allen (As A Man Thinketh, p. 10)
Such a lovely paragraph. This reminds me of a person within my own family. I began reading "As A Man Thinketh" again. The stuff written in that book creates a rhythm in tune with my soul (though it has nothing to do with my own family). When I read that paragraph, I had to tell someone about it, I just could not contain it within me. The only person I knew I could call and share and would appreciate what I read was my friend named Marcus; understanding it in the same level though, I don't know, but at least he would appreciate it - or maybe he would understand it in a deeper level than I would?

Now what is this soul that I speak of? There may be some readers out there who don't believe in the concept of Spirit, of Soul. Spirit and Soul, however, are two different things. Whether you believe it or not will never change the truthfulness of its existence.

  • Spirit is that which pierces your heart, like jumping in cold water, body feels a sharp jolt: muscles restrict, bones shrink, mind constricts trying to reprogram itself, and it all happens quickly. However, once heart is pierced by Spirit, instead of cold there is warmth; When the flower feels the warmth of the sun caress its body, it breaks through dark shell and blossom a beautiful Rose - that is the same warmth. That is the same warmth your heart feels, as if the sun itself were touching and caressing your own heart. It stirs you, it moves you, it awakens inside of you something familiar and you want to express...express whatever it was that was shackled, like the Rose in its dark shell.
  • Soul is the joining of the Body and Spirit. The two intertwine and a marriage ruptures between two states, Body and Spirit. That warmth extends beyond the heart and restrains your whole Body, then soothes it, calms it, loves it. Then Body trusts fully the Spirit. The two dance like fire and paper, the glow of the Spirit envelops the Body and the Body becomes one with Spirit. A new height is reached, one of supernal nature and of eternal worth, Soul. It's a holy matrimony, one of pure love and essence. It is Godly in its purest form. I love it. Oh how my heart wants it.

That is Soul. That is what I envision to with all my undertakings. It's not just passion I want, it is the whole of my Soul that I want poured into my works. 

Yes, "As A Man Thinketh" contains my love for the attainment of perfection. Am I obsessed with perfection? I don't even know what perfection truly is in this life, but all I want is to understand what I am capable of. All I want is to accomplish my true potential, however that is not just my want for myself, it is what I want for others. I want others to be able to awaken from their prison and WAKE! I want them to find themselves and to rally up their souls to a just cause, a cause that awakens every fiber of their being! All this dross that brings one down, and comforts them there, oh that is not what I want for others. I envision a world where love reigns at its fullest and all perfect potential has been recognized in others. A world of love, a world of peace.

It's amazing what man's mind can do! I love to find people of equal caliber or higher! Those who desire to bring their passion into this world to cause a stir and a change! To create a world of equality into the life of others! I love to see others who are passionate, hear music that is passionate, read art that is passionate. I was introduced to a poet named Rumi and the instant I read one poem from him, I was in love. It was unable to explain how my heart was pierced and my soul awakened! If you have never heard of Rumi, I recommend you read his art works. It lifted my spirit up to a different realm and I didn't want to return back. That is what is special about the Soul. Once you are acquainted with things of the Spirit, you are reaching a higher plane, a higher level of understanding. And the instant you return back from a high level to where you were before-hand, to the awakened Soul, to the enlightened person, you are not able to hold still anymore. You no longer are satisfied but the mundane lifestyle had before. No. You are wanting more. You are a seeker of love now. Your Soul has been awakened and aroused to love. You are in love. You are then in position to not recreate, but return to that same "exalted" state you were in. What was once surreal becomes reality. Reality then is where you seek to return, your life seeks to return.


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Well, I had intended to write about a trip to Arizona to see Radiohead and after looking back at it, it was really funny! Radiohead!! AHHHH!!! Love it! But soul comes first. Reason with the soul. Reason with the soul.

Monday, January 9, 2012

Realization (to myself)

It's been a long time since I've posted a blog. Originally, the purpose of me beginning a blog was due to a requirement for a Writing class at Brigham Young University. Honestly, I was looking forward to having a blog because I love the expression of the human mind. However, I only posted twice and never made it a priority to post my thoughts. Yet I feel no need to contain myself and my expressions! I want to bear my soul to whoever reads this! This, like many other ventures I pursue that express my whole soul, is my monument to the world! Hate if you are going to hate! Love if you are going to love! Who I am will not be a result of your opinion and attitude towards me. Conceptualize me however you desire; compartmentalize my mind. If I change for people, it is those people who are very dear to me---so near to my heart, whom I love and cherish, for the good and bad that we have gone through. Don't take me for a cold person, for I wish to love everyone as purely as I love those whom I love and there will be a point in my life where I have succeeded in unrestrained pure love that will one day be seen and lived. I just said what I said because if I were to allow my image and my nature be weighed upon by the opinions of others, then I display not one identity but a plethora of people, all inhibiting my shell which I call my body. Who would I be if I was living not just a double-identity, triple-identity but a manifold identity? I don't want to be driven like the chaff in the wind. Security, surety, this is what I want. My changes should always be one for the best, for good, one that shows progression, that seizes potential.

Recently a very, very dear friend of mine, Sondra, has the opportunity to go to South Korea as an Au Pair for a family there. She is very dear to me. She would be gone for nearly half of 2012 and then she plans on leaving for a mission which is 18 months for her. When she told me that she was planning on going to South Korea, I was speechless. Honestly, I had no idea how to react. I was happy, yet not happy (not angry nor frustrated but a void in one's life). Yet I knew she knew what she was doing and when I woke up today in the morning, a soft impression entered my mind and thinking which made me happy to know that she herself is receiving her guidance and is being well directed, something that I find so crucial and important. I mention her because she is going on an amazing adventure and here I lay not being able to explore other lands and see the world that I want to see and understand. Jealousy rushed through me.

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Sunday, January 8, 2012
(In continuation to above)

Jealousy seized me, similar to leaving a warm home and stepping outside into Winter's bone-chilling winds that begins from the spine and embraces your chest. I questioned myself, "why? Why am I so envious and jealous?" The answer was because she was leaving this land and pursuing that which she felt while I was stuck here, wanting to go somewhere else but I couldn't leave. I felt inadequate at that moment. I wanted to gain experience, and she was getting it. Brasil was an option, but it felt so wrong that I did not pursue it further.

However, after not too long of the passing of time, this wasn't about me. It was about her. My place at the current moment was not to go somewhere else to find myself. No, my place was here, in preparation for those things which are to come to pass. Sounds prophetic, doesn't it? I take a bold stance that as humans, we are capable of grand enlightenment. Wordsworth speaks poetically as such:

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: 
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, 
        Hath had elsewhere its setting, 
          And cometh from afar: 
        Not in entire forgetfulness, 
        And not in utter nakedness, 
But trailing clouds of glory do we come  
        From God, who is our home: 
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!

And he continues:


Blank misgivings of a Creature 
Moving about in worlds not realized....


Lovely poem. "But trailing clouds of glory do we come from God, who is our home." Though man has left that glorious home, everything is not destroyed. No, that glory remains firmly embedded within us. I use this quote because my belief, faith and religion has quoted this poem in the past and it is because of my hearing of it that the thought popped into my head to describe this, for the which I am incredibly grateful, especially to know the Truth in its complete form.

And I was extremely happy because she was following that same enlightenment, enlightenment that will show her who she is and what she is. I had jealousy no longer. A desert, dried of water and nourishment, explodes with life as rain kisses its parched face; so was my joy for her. Happiness dove in me and grew in abundance to a point where my frame could no longer hold it. Hallelujah was my cry!

Now me. Who am I? What am I? Why am I? When am I? Midst all these I couldn't continue to move with the flow, I can't. A realization sparked my mind and I was wanting to fight the current, to escape the rigidity of life. Yet should I fight against the current, I would lose because of the amount of pressure and force that is working against me! I am not working against it, it is working against me! But there has to be a way out of it. That's what I'm looking for, there is a way. There has to be a way to everything, right? I refuse to stop until every idea, every method, every ability has been exhausted. I slowly have pulled myself out of the water onto land, slowly have broken free from the grasp of the slippery hand. If I left school for a moment, am I crazy? If I want to experience life as a gypsy, am I crazy? If I see life differently, am I crazy?

I'm tired...sleep needs my company

*William Wordsworth, "Trailing Clouds of Glory", http://www.bartleby.com/101/536.html