Freedoms

A shelter from the elements,
Land to grow food,
Responsible thought toward help for the unable.

The cost of planting a cabbage seed is the same as it has always been.

In freedom, that is.
In contemporary life, however, the cost is far greater.

We do not live in a world where freedom is free.
Freedom has a cost and god knows it is a great one.

We tell ourselves we are made in the image of God.
This can be true, if we accept, that God is all things,
Not merely one side of the polarity.

The city is a beast born from the blind.

A parasite, which grows without consideration for the host,
Our mother, Earth.

Our Earth, she is so nurturing to produce fruits to sustain our bodies.

We are born from her and as part of her.

Remove the human from the body we are born and how would we live?

This is exactly what that beastly city does do without apology.

Where once before, our feet grew from the dirt below them and our thirsts were quenched from her very veins.

Between our bodies and her bosom an ocean of concrete does impose a whole new world, grown from the gluten of eating ones own fears.

Built by a bloody line of desperation and creating a slavery of the worst kind.
So many are shackled to the cages of bright lights without the sight to see themselves as slaves at all.

Inevitably and indefinitely exhausted by the parasite, which has no remorse for the aggressive theft of their freedoms.

So, a shelter from the elements,
Land to grow food,
Responsible thought toward help for the unable.

This is enough if we are blessed with such freedoms.

For the sake of those who are imprisoned by the beast that does tear them from our mother, entranced by the constant stimulation of the senses, stifled by and bound to the mechanical teat with no hope of sustenance.

We must live life as if it were song.

We must dare to disturb the universe around us by dancing with the changing weather.

Adorn yourself with the symbols of divinity,

Let your whole being tell the story of the land and the love she has for every one of her children.

Do not let them forget, we are all the same.
We are all entitled to the freedom we long for and all it takes to attain is the courage to look into the waters to see ourselves through our tears.

 

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Dear Family, Life is a Paradox

Dear Family,climbing to the cosmos
I am grateful to be here. I am blessed to experience this life.
The human experience is a complex spectrum of emotions and feelings.
I am here as a human. That is what we are taught.
We see each other. The bodies we pretend to be.
All humans are my family and beyond that.
I am a child of my parents, of this island, of this planet, of this system.
I am a child of the stars. I am a child of existence.
The moons are my mothers and the suns are my fathers.
Their sons are my brothers and the tides are my sisters.

Original Photo by Zuzanna Jarmakowska

Original Photo by Zuzanna Jarmakowska

The boundaries of my human body quiver with emotion.
There is a vibration, which permeates my edges and touches the centre of the universe and the centre of my soul.
It is an agonising pleasure to know the feelings.

Air rushes in, to hold my lungs open and as I push it back towards the sky I feel the winds move.

The waters. They course through my veins. Gratefully and steadily pumped through my flesh by the heart, which so pains me.

My flesh, my bones and the rest are the earth and will eventually return to her, grateful for the chance to be in this form, this vehicle which carries this spark, this facet of experience and as it does return, it shall bring with it all it has learnt to be written in the records of being.

This spark is the fire, which drives the engine of my life.
My spirit, this lustrous gem, Manipura.
Look through the window of my soul, and see it burning in the depths.
This is what I see when we meet.

469252_4368417645099_172337565_o At least, I try too but I like the colours in your hair and the way that you hold yourself. I like the trinkets which adorn your ears and hang around your neck, band your fingers and hands. I like the art inked onto your skin, the symbols, the messages and stories they tell.

As words are spells, which transcend their form, carving stories and tracing threads tied to anchors. They mark aspects of a complex depth denoted by buoys bobbing vaguely with the weather on the surface.

So is your form, your external being, something magic.

It is the weather of the cosmos,
Literal explosion of meaning and feeling, which send rippling waves of disturbance through space.

That space, which is the same as that inside of you, that space which, we are.

we are faulted humans

So i write you this letter just to let you know, we are the same.
Faulted humans and flawless infinity and i am grateful for it all.

Yours with love,
All that I am.

all that i am

SUPER SIMPLE – ENERGY BALLS!

THE DAY BEGINS…

THE NIGHT BEFORE!

SOAK YOUR ALMONDS!

(i added some brazil nuts also.)Image

SO, PRE SOAKED ALMONDS BLITZED IN A BLENDER,
PARTIALLY DILUTED and

SQUEEZED THROUGH A MUSLIN CLOTH!

RESULT- ALMOND MILK!

AND PULP
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THROW MOST OF THE PULP IN A FOOD PROCESSOR,

MATCH IT WITH OATS AND A HANDFUL OF PUMPKIN SEEDS,

ADD CHLORELLA and/or SPIRULINA

FOR THE AMAZING BENEFITS AND GREAT COLOUR.

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A FEW TABLESPOONS OF COCONUT OIL AND TEAR IT UP!Image

GREEN PASTE AND A LITTLE BIT O’ ALMOND PULP.Image

TO THE GREEN PASTE;

ADD A FEW TABLESPOONS OF HONEY

AND A HANDFUL OF NUTS AND RAISINSImage

TO THE ALMOND PULP;

ADD OATS AND DARK CHOCOLATE IN A FOOD PROCESSOR,

THEN MIX IN SESAME SEEDS TO MAKE THE COATING!Image

DECIDE THE SIZE, AND COAT THE BALLS.

FREEZE FOR 20 MINUTES TO SET.

AND YOUR ENERGY BALLS ARE READY TO BE SNACKED, HARD! 

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whats the story morning glory

working away in the waldorf college

This, see, is my first blog. i plan to keep account of my thoughts here.

now, please feel free to explore and reflect on them; in fact, i implore you do.

something fresh in these airs.
something which blessed the dreamers.
what was it? a catalyst. a spark which flew and landed in our hearts.
start now and we’ll show the fire how to burn.

foundations; what separates man from beast?
our ability to harness fire as a tool.
so ‘harnessing’ nature to ‘aid our survival’.
but does it really?
can we? should we?
the expanse of human creation is incredible, yet ones separates it from oneself.
we, as a species, have the knowledge necessary to survive and thrive!
we are aware of every integral aspect needed to create a “Utopian” society.
but can one exist?

we are nature and vice versa. work with it.

more thoughts; the animal kingdom is dictated by Darwinian law.
which is a struggle. which, with emotion implemented; dictates suffering.
the humanitarian ideal would eradicate suffering and implement freedom.
does order have to contradict freedom?