Thursday, 14 January 2016
Upgrades, amputations and change
Upright mass and Attitudinal light. Ephemeral junctions, squaring junctures and capstones; Starlight is my Gaze. Lazarus walking the trismegestus brilliance of uncovered eyes . . MB

Saturday, 9 January 2016
Too Don Draper for comfort ~Appraised II
Impressions,thoughts,truths,endings,beginnings + general non-mistakable realisations that I have to breathe.
All this in one morning.
Truth is rapidly overcoming caution and even more rapidly giving way to " Don't give a damn"
I Feel myself expanding exponentially.
Today is the day; Non negotiables in spirit. The right to fly.
Putting it all out there.
The right to try.
Tonight is the night.
No longer hiding from asks and wants.
Lets do this.
© MB
All this in one morning.
Truth is rapidly overcoming caution and even more rapidly giving way to " Don't give a damn"
I Feel myself expanding exponentially.
Today is the day; Non negotiables in spirit. The right to fly.
Putting it all out there.
The right to try.
Tonight is the night.
No longer hiding from asks and wants.
Lets do this.
© MB
Saturday, 2 January 2016
Away from the drunken discourse..
In the new...
Haven't written for ages, it's
difficult- being so out of kilter with my self. Dissolving behind
enemy lines, word and tongue blind. The frozen magazine guns of
empty. Last year was horrific, and twisted and blessed, inward
progression under so much unequivocal press. And words don't come
easy in the effort to construct, express or even negotiate a mind scattered by the elements in this hard new world of
digital soul terraform. Uncivilized electronic lines. They break us down to dust. Bleeding behind the
eyes, it's loss over and over again. Bits of parts of arms and
things, too much .
So I'm sitting here, newly ritual-ed forgetting my lines, trying to hold on to breath and brain with both hands, to see the old me out. This time I'm empty and naked, sitting behind myself; with no formed offerings, only abstract hopes- prayers for deliverance and change. Cries for new things, clanging from the depths, steadfastly repeating: I cannot do last year again.
I'm tunneled out and shadow blind; on all fours - in dark unsteadying times. Hewed and pummeled by the electronic Gods of wrath, their feet-stomp stamped out on soul pulped floor. These death doors of entry -death or divine. I'm praying my God has not forgotten my name, or the place and time where I was born. I'm praying my god will take me from this shore. I am so tired and strained and drained by "just trying to get by". There is nothing left but empty-burden, heavy-full and bleeding from itself. The staggeringly monstrous struggle of trying to navigate such odds. How do we fly when each day requires us to hold on just to survive?. If only for a little while longer? when lesser mortals would crack.
Now would be a time for grace to enter and set things right; steer our hearts and prayers upon to some distant hope a new course beyond exhausted. 2016 death or glory.
So I'm sitting here, newly ritual-ed forgetting my lines, trying to hold on to breath and brain with both hands, to see the old me out. This time I'm empty and naked, sitting behind myself; with no formed offerings, only abstract hopes- prayers for deliverance and change. Cries for new things, clanging from the depths, steadfastly repeating: I cannot do last year again.
I'm tunneled out and shadow blind; on all fours - in dark unsteadying times. Hewed and pummeled by the electronic Gods of wrath, their feet-stomp stamped out on soul pulped floor. These death doors of entry -death or divine. I'm praying my God has not forgotten my name, or the place and time where I was born. I'm praying my god will take me from this shore. I am so tired and strained and drained by "just trying to get by". There is nothing left but empty-burden, heavy-full and bleeding from itself. The staggeringly monstrous struggle of trying to navigate such odds. How do we fly when each day requires us to hold on just to survive?. If only for a little while longer? when lesser mortals would crack.
Now would be a time for grace to enter and set things right; steer our hearts and prayers upon to some distant hope a new course beyond exhausted. 2016 death or glory.
Thursday, 31 December 2015
Tuesday, 10 November 2015
Switchwords+last day fatigue.
Masters's Saying
Self Observation
First of all we need to understand that:- We are not the mind
- We are not our thoughts
- We are not our emotions
- We are above that
Why I need to observe myself?
The moment you start watching the mind, the mind will stop its normal course of reacting automatically.
How our mind exists?
It exists due to our thoughts and emotions.
When you start observing your thoughts and emotions, your mind will stop thinking. Therefore, it will not exist to influence us.
How do I practice this self-observation? What are the steps to analyze our mind?
- Whenever something happens, talk to yourself, “This is what is happening to me. This is my thought. And these are my emotions”.
- In addition, ask a question, “Can I change my reaction”. This simple question will change your reaction.
- Our reactions are automatic. When we change it, the result has to be different. How?
Wanting to change others without being changed!!
Wanting to change others without being changed. When I cannot change my ways, how can I expect others to change?Events will never change; cannot be changed.
Your outlook only has to change !!
I don't know what I know,I know what I don't know !!
I don't know what I know,I know what I don't know !!Every word in every language is sacred. Go beyond any word "uttered". Every word will reveal its hidden message given by the divine at that time, if you meditate on that word.
Outwardly, the word's meaning is different. Inwardly, it has a different objective meaning.
Every word in life has two purposes
- Communication
- Inner Divine Message to listener
See what you don't see, Don't see what you see !!
See what you don't see, Don't see what you see !!
http://www.naranheal.com/masters-s-saying
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