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Bloom of Cherry Blossoms
Amused by muses of Nature,
who came forth with
extravagance of spring.
Soaked in drenches
of sweet perfume,
utterly lost in her makeup
of whitish and pink.
Petals spiraling and raining,
in caress of my flowing strands,
holding precious nourishment
and blessings,
for my spiritual harvest.
Ways to Think
we think a lot. Some serious and some silly things always wander in our thoughts. But have we ever taken the process of thinking, seriously? For some, the answer would be yes, but for the majority, the answer would be no.
Our thinking is greatly influenced by our surroundings. Every thing that our senses perceive and even some other things, which we feel, out of our senses, provoke thought. By mentioning some influences out of our senses, I meant The Supernatural!
The way in which we think is highly influenced by the society. It is the society through its norms and laws, which decides, in what way we have to perceive things and to construct our thoughts.
This is done simply for maintaining the order, which is necessary for the proper functioning of the society.
If we change the way in which we think,in the wildest way, we will definitely be the outcasts, from the society.
So it is we who have to decide whether we need the society or new ways of thinking.
Candie-
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Gracias Robert, voy a leerlo. Gracias. Gracias.
The ability to be compassionate remains as humanity’s biggest challenge. Humans always have an advise to offer but rarely
an understanding.
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Holá mi nuevo amigo,
There are a fair number of good books by Jung which touch on the topic of dreams. Since I am away from my library which is in my home in Canada, I will try to help you find some information. First, there is a Spanish Language web site from Argentina that represents Jungian psychology in Latin America (http://www.fundacion-jung.com.ar/). There is a short English article at (http://psychology.suite101.com/article.cfm/jung_and_dreams) which talks about dreams. But of course, if you can borrow some books written by Carl Jung, you would have the best information. You are correct that Freud would not find poetry in dreams. Jung’s work allows for all creative expression as suitable media for that search for self and soul. I have personally used painting and poetry as part of my process in dealing with dreams. And now, you see that I use photography as well.
I hope that this is of some value to you.
respectfully in friendship,
Robert the Retired Eagle
Perdón, me he equivocado. No hablamos del mismo escritor. Eso de Jun, Junger me ha confundido. Leí a otro autor, no a este. De este no he leído nada.
Bueno Robert, contestame. A ver que me dices, que quiero saber pronto que hay de él.
Gracias.
Robert hola:
¿Me puedes recomendar algún libro de Jung que explique bien lo de los sueños? ¿De forma fácil, que pueda entenderlo?
He leído EL PROBLEMA DE ALADINO, es lo único que he leído de él.
Freud también habla de los sueños pero no me entero de todo lo que dice y tampoco me convence mucho.
Por cierto; ¿tiene Jung algún texto en el que hable del arte poético? ¿Qué hable profundamente de la poesía?
Me gustaría saber si ha escrito algún artículo sobre poesía, algún texto. En caso de haberlo hecho, ¿en qué libro puedo encontrar algo?
Gracias
I just watched a Korean movie called A Man Who Was A Superman today.
http://www.mysoju.com/a-man-who-was-superman/
The story is about a man who believes that he was a superman but he had lost all his powers because of the kryptonite put inside his head by the villains.
But being powerless would not stop him helping others and Saving the earth.
He would help a man crossing the street, catch a thief, find a lost puppy, bring an old woman bag, or rally for the global warming campaign.
He would do all that because it make him feel better and so that he won’t forget that he was a superman.
Even when the villains will sometimes attack him through the electromagnetic waves he would not lost courage, because his mission in life is to save the earth and change the future…
I think the movie is really inspiring…
Perfection has no need of improvement and therefore, it is still. It is dead. And I, for one, believe life to be amazing. So I am almost perfect. And this is my blog :
http://www.almostperfectperson.blogspot.com/
Thank you for allowing me to post it here.
This is a post I wrote a couple of days ago on my blog: http://www.planetpinkngreen.com
A few weeks ago I put my house on the market.
Not because of any negative reasons like I might not be able to afford the mortgage. To the contrary, my mortgage is low and I love my home. I was selling it for a lovely, positive, joyous reason – I planned on purchasing a new home with my significant other.
A week later, after some serious stress inducing days and restless nights, I decided to take my home off of the market. The release of energy around that decision was one that was unquantifiable.
I can only say it was like pulling out the plug to a connection with the infinite fear-based housing market (grid) that so defines what is happening today. And that disconnect gave me immense relief. (Deep breath here.)
During the process that ended with the decision to sell, I thought only to pass it along to another human(s) who would love it just as much as I had, and at the same time receive a fair market price.
That idea, I thought, would transcend the economic limitations and boundaries currently imposed on the world and I still believe they do when it’s meant to be.
In my case, I was meant to stay in my home and it actually turns out that it’s to my benefit. My significant other will move in to my place, where we will create a sanctuary together; re-design the space (according to our new needs) and create an outside edible garden. It will be very sustainable for both humans (that’s us), our pets and the planet.
What I learned through this experience was the high amount of fenageling or extreme bargaining that buyers are engaged in at the expense of people who aren’t in a position to say no. It kind of reminded me of people who wait in line all night at Wal-Mart the day after Thanksgiving (Black Friday) and then storm the doors in search of a bargain. And sometimes people get hurt as happened last year in Long Island when someone died. It’s kind of like an addiction and I want no part of it.
I remembered the days of the puffed up market when sellers held the bargaining chips and buyers fought amongst each other for the grand prize. Now the pendulum has swung the other way and buyers along with many of us are in a state of a scarcity mentality, wanting to get the best price at any cost.
How about we all start taking better care of ourselves and others with integrity, love and abundance which transcends money and the lack of it, any day? It’s what we need to heal ourselves, our communities and the world around us.
“Any truth that is not found by you is not truth. Truth is truth only when you have found it.” ~ Osho (http://tinyurl.com/dc3bel)
Am sharing here a link to share Mahatma Gandhi’s words on being positive:
http://myhugs.blogspot.com/2009/03/being-positive-mahatma-gandhi.htm
I have just launched Heaven on Earth, a fanfiction novel, on our fanfiction website. I will be slowly publishing chapters over the next few months along with other short stories.
Every voice has the right to be heard. This is my theme for my speech that I have to deliver in our speech class and it just occured to me that this blog site, Mr. Coelho your blog site is one way for voices to be heard. And thank you for that.
Angeline
Nova, be strong and just have faith. Also, thank you for inspiring me today.
Angeline
Should you speak the truth at all time? Someone thought I said so – so I wrote a post to set them right :) not that they were convinced, but at least my position was clear…
Truth and lies – right and wrong?
Martin Luther King once said “I have a dream…” Now I ask, don’t we all have a dream? and I continue, Why is it that some of us have the chance to make those dreams come true and others die while trying?
Life is one. One chance to make it right. Maybe by fate, maybe by our fights.
I also have a dream. But most of all I have the huge curiosity to see if my life will be long enough to make it come true. I wonder what is hidden from me behind the curtains.
One thing I know. My dream will never die and I’ll never stop fighting to make it come true even when I know that I might be swiming against the current because my story is written from the start.
Life starts with dreams that lead to the fight which may or may not lead to glory. If that glory doesn’t come, at least my spirit will be fit because I kept on running regardless the dark clouds ahead!
My favourite quote:
“Remember there’s nothing you can’t do so believe and be brave!”
Today from my photo and Jungian Psychology blog
(http://retiredeagle.wordpress.com/)
Light at the end of a tunnel – this is something I remember hearing from an old man who had survived a near death experience. He was old and wanted to go but he had some unfinished business that he had yet to take care of before it was time. He lived another five years and in the time in between, his wife learned to find a way to live independently, learned how to pay bills and so many other skills that had been the domaine of her husband of fifty years.
There are many such tales of the unexplainable in the pragmatic, common sense, everyday world of ordinary people. Yet, these tales, so many of them in so many different cultures do add up to something significant.
There is more to this life that can be proven by science and our senses. How can we explain a mother waking up in the middle of the night crying out the name of her child who was thousands of miles away at the moment that her child ceased to exist? How can we explain a dream that spells out clearly in advance the details, the colours, the sounds, the smells of an event that would happen only hours or days later? Clearly, there is a substrate which some can connect to that is not restricted by time or distance. Typically, this happens during sleep – but not always. Dreams do have value as they allow us to connect to a deeper and fuller version of everything, a version that is not bounded by our limited sense of what is and what is possible.
Honour your dreams by acknowledging them and listening when they decide to speak to you.
Wishing that things will get better for you Nova.
Nova, continue to aim for your dream. I get the feeling you know that there is so much out there in the world to see and to learn. But I do find some country’s in the world put so much importance on status and work position that it is destructive.
Does it have to be competitive, and what is status if a person needs to lie, or prevent someone’s good work from showing? Why do people hurt each other at work when we know very little about each other?
I wish you good luck and good people in your life. May new opportunities come your way, and bring with it peace and strength!
Nova,
Don’t make me cry!
Go out on the street, pick someone you like, grab them and give them a big hug!
Better yet, give them a kiss, a french one preferably. :)
Bring some love into your life. Even if for a moment, it lasts a long time!
love you!
:)
I woke up this morning thinking to myself, is life supposed to be this hard?
We all have goals, dreams and things we want to achieve to make our lives worthwhile. Its a hard, competitive world, yet we make the choice to fight that battle every day.
I know that in order to reach the final goal, we have to appreciate the journey..but till when?
I have been through war & hunger, i have been taken away from my homeland, and had to live a life finding a new country to call home.. i had to leave my family in order to gain a status, and now, i am trying to keep standing when my legs cant carry me anymore.
In my search to achieve my dream, i have been hurt, betrayed to, lied to, but still fought… while others wake up and just by saying a word, their dreams manifest to reality by invoking the contacts they have, the money they own, and the power they are given.
Is this price for having a dream? How I wish had nothing to aim for.
“She had boarded the 7 two stops before the tunnel. A young woman – perhaps 25 or so – that looked ordinary to anyone without a discerning eye. In a mosaic-filled city of people of different races, colors, heights, smells, and levels of cordiality, after awhile, one no longer saw each one as the unique contributing to the whole.
Unless you had a discriminating eye.
I sensed an air of desperation surround her, like a heavy cloak that she was tired of carrying. It was evident in her crystal eyes as they darted about looking for friendly territory; a friendly face with whom she could sit and feel safe and at ease with. It was evident in the way she struggled to breathe as her chest heaved up and down and she – she – trying so hard to keep it under control.
But more than that, I sensed the palpable fear that people might notice that she was not at comfort; that she was edgy and nervous and perhaps distressed. I wondered if she boarded the train in hopes of losing this – whatever it was that she was carrying – and transport it to another place, hoping to also hide herself within this passengered cab, where many where busy planning lives and menus and having mental conversations with figments, to even notice that she existed. And I felt for her.”
Excerpt from The Sad Girl on the Train
Vanity’s fine – as long as you’re vain about the right thing…
“Mirror mirror on the wall.” She sighs and looks at her crows feet.
“You are” the mirror replies.
“What?”
“You are the fairest.” The mirror reflects the grey threads running through her hair.
“Don’t be silly.” She looks down.
“You are showing how you have lived. What is more beautiful than doing what we are here to do?”
She smiled thoughtfully.
Hi Micheal:that was good,also been to see on your blog,great poetry you got there!
Catherine:amazing pictures indeed!
Faith:thank you and to you too!
Another very important thing: It’s WOMEN’S MONTH this month of March!!! (Women’s Day was the 9th.) Sorry I didn’t post earlier but hope somebody remembered to greet the women in their lives.
HAPPY WOMEN’S MONTH TO ALL THE WOMEN OF THE WORLD!!!
Love and light and laughter,
Faith
My Prayer: To The Archangel Michael
Many times have I called upon You
The One who has made Himself known to me at the time of my trial
Many times have I called upon You
The One who has stood with me as I faced the challenges placed on the grounds of my awakening
Many times have I called upon You
The One who holds the sword of Truth and mirrors the Almighty’s power
It is I, Your little Sister, who speaks Your name once again
For whom You laid your sword on the ground
For whom You kneeled and bowed Your crown
For whom You folded Your wings and clasped Your hands
In prayer
In solitude
In faith
That I may be spared from the darkness that must come to pass
In so doing, You reclaimed my Soul as Yours
As You are my Father’s and my Mother’s
I humbly ask for Your presence
To get me through another night without troubles
Without nightmares
Without tears born out of distress and loneliness
Journey with me as I close my eyes
Stay with me when I am asleep
Guard my Spirit in my dreams
And if by chance fear slips through and wakes me up
Hold me
Wrap Your wings around me
Let me know You are with me
Call me the way You have always done
Your Little Faith
Your Little Sister
Your Little Lightbearer
I trust
I am protected
I am safe
Azru li, Balelala Mika’el Achi, azru li bavakasha.
* 13 March 2009
http://news.uk.msn.com/in-pictures/week-in-pictures/gallery.aspx?cp-documentid=14362898&imageindex=1
the week in pictures –
have you ever seen a picture like this?
The festival of Holi, the festival of colors.
Despite the scorching heat.
Now, colors merge on the hot tar road.
Tender leaves on the mango, new blooms called mohur; these will, in time, give shape to luscious fruit.
The koel sings out every morning in an ascending tone, why?
Life crowds in from every angle making clear thinking impossible. Sometimes we need to step outside our ususal surroundings, and do something different.
Night-Walking
The binary blackness,
cordial and aloof like a
debonair pauper, envelops
my desolate brashness. Hidden
by the nigrescence I can
annul my quotidian obligations,
shrouded as I am by the day’s
nightgown.
–
Eyes grow used to night’s
shades, serrated frosted
stars graduating the totality
of oblivion. Shapes foregather,
a jumble of lines and curves, filling
the inky emptiness. Solitary.
Earth at the end of days.
Pause before the hand ticks.
–
Noise subjugated. Obstructions
doused. Logic debased.
Just I.
Alone.
Free to behold what might have been.
Hello everyone,
Does anyone heard about Avaaz?Would like to know if this is a serious organization.Any details and informations will be welcome.Thank you very much in advance and have a nice day everyone!Be back later.
I experience vanity every day! me ! part of my job is being a teacher, I have never been as humbled as I was this week in china ,just being!many questions and with time hopefully answers