MsTiara’s Thoughts

From Jonathan Carroll’s Blog:

People in Vienna who are blind or sight impaired wear large yellow bands with three black dots arranged in a triangle on their arm to alert others that they are handicapped. Passing one of them today, I thought wouldn’t it be interesting if others wore color coded bands like that for all sorts of “handicaps” or positive qualities. For example, white would mean the person is a son of a bitch– proceed at your own risk. Orange would mean they are a false friend. Black would say this person is fascinating but deeply neurotic, so be careful. Blue with two black circles would mean this guy talks a good game but in truth is a coward. Of course there would be color bands for good qualities too, but wouldn’t it be helpful if you could tell at a glance whether you wanted to have contact with that stranger or not. Yes, it might take some of the mystery out of life but to tell you the truth, I’m exhausted by the mysteries I must confront daily and I assume you are too.

My thoughts:

Now this is a brilliant idea. Can’t you imagine, “this person is F*ing crazy” would it be the color of bright red and green like an animal that is poisonous to eat? The problem with this thought is that what would likely occur is that people would still spend their time and soul on these people. It seems to be human nature to want to try to “fix” that which is broken and it would be like a red flag being waived at most of the population.

What If

What if you slept?
And what if,
in your sleep
you dreamed?
And what if,
in your dream,
you went to heaven
and there plucked
a strange and
beautiful flower?
And what if,
when you awoke,
you had the flower
in your hand?

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

In the Celtic tradition, there is a beautiful understanding of love and friendship. One of the fascinating ideas here is the idea of soul love; “Anam Cara” may sound like some new French perfume, but it actually refers to the Celtic spiritual belief of souls connecting and bonding .

In Celtic Spiritual tradition, it is believed that the soul radiates all about the physical body what some refer to as an aura. When you connect with another person and become completely open and trusting with that individual, your two souls begin to flow together.

Should such a deep bond be formed, it is said you have found your “Anam Cara” or soul friend.

Your “Anam Cara” always accepts you as you truly are, holding you in beauty and light. In order to appreciate this relationship, you must first recognize your own inner light and beauty. This is not always easy to do. The Celts believed that forming an “Anam Cara” friendship would help you to awaken your awareness of your own nature and experience the joys of others.

The “Anam Cara” was originally someone to whom you confessed, revealing the hidden intimacies of your life. With the “Anam Cara”, you could share your innermost self, your mind and your heart. This friendship was an act of recognition and belonging. When you had an “Anam Cara”, your friendship cut across all convention, morality and category. You were joined in an ancient and eternal way with the “friend of your soul”. The Celtic understanding did not set limitations of space or time on the soul. There is no cage for the soul. The soul is a divine light that flows into you and into your Other.

This art of belonging awakened and fostered a deep and special companionship. When you love, you open your life to an Other. All your barriers are down. Your protective distances collapse. This person is given absolute permission to come into the deepest temple of your spirit. Your presence and life can become their ground. It takes great courage to let someone so close. Where a friendship recognizes itself as a gift, it will remain open to its own ground of blessing….. When you are blessed with an “Anam Cara”, the Irish believe, you have arrived at that most sacred place: home. This bond between friends is indissoluble: “This, I say, is what is broken by no chances, what no interval of time or space can sever or destroy, and what even death itself cannot part”. (from “Anam Cara…Wisdom from the Celtic World”, by John O’Donohue)

Curious Lives – Richard Bach (Foreword)

My Thoughts

I have always adored Richard Bach, probably because he was the first person to introduce me to Quantum Physics and energy and how it affects life and the soul. The following is a foreword from a book I have read many times. The book is cute, heartwarming and very uplifting. So many lessons so little time here on this physical earth.

As we enter the last year of 2006 and start off a brand new 2007, I wonder what would happen if all of us actually went through life thinking thoughts of only goodness, kindness, and compassion. Would we actually change those we encounter by spreading the infectiousness of compassion or would we just be someone who is pushed to the side because our version of reality if different than theirs?

The Foreword:

I traveled the kingdom of Oz when I was a kid, every book, and there were fourteen of them. In love with the characters, in love with the enchanted land of their adventures.

“Is it real, Mom? Is Oz real?”

She replied as mothers get to do, sometimes, one sentence that lasts a lifetime: “It’s real in the writer’s mind, Richard, and now it’s real in yours.”

That was the first day I met good-news bad-news: Oz exists (You can’t get there by train.)

As I didn’t know just then how to ask what was on my mind, I spent the next half century framing my questions:

If Oz exists in our mind, then can no one destroy it, ever?

Is the world in our mind, too, and not outside?

What is all we see about us are reflections of what we think is so?

What’s reflected when we decide to change our thought?

Thanks to those early journeys deep into lands beyond maps, here I stand today, bored at last to stone with dramas about evil, films about war and malice and crime. I promised that if I had to watch one more prison scene, one more aggression, one more gigantic spectacular stupendous explosion on-screen, fiction or non, I’d walk out and rebuild the universe.

-Boom!-

What is something happened, I got to wondering as I walked away, and a culture grew up without evil, without crime or war? What would it do with all the energies that we squander on our destructions?

How would it feel to live in a world where we choose our highest right and not our darkest wrong, where we lift each other instead of always and ever putting each other down?

How could such a civilization begin, and where would it go?

So were born The Ferret Chronicles, the story of a doomed civilization that returned to life upon the single act of one individual.

Sitting in the airport in Dallas waiting for my breakfast. I realized that i have a metal fork, i mean a real metal fork! since Sept 11th i have gotten so used to plastic utensils that it is now a shock and a surprise when I get a metal one.

This got me to thinking, never a good thing mind you, from an anthropological perspective… Here we sit at the beginning of the 21st century overburdening our planet with a population that we have made live longer and yet we have become such a disposable nation/world. Our use of paper is killing our trees, electronics our metals and now millions of people a day throwing away plastic. in an ironic thought (which i swear is where all of this started and then I realized that I may need a back explanation which probably was totally unnecessary but there you have it)…

I wonder if a couple hundred years from now as the planet is killing off the current civilization if it will all go back to the day we started using plastic in every restaurant in every airport in the world.

Jamie Leonhart

So, I am visiting my friend in “The City” and she has a habit of taking me to some interesting places which creates some very interesting experiences… Most notably Paranormal Parasols (PP) which is an experience that will be burned in my psyche from now until, well the time after time…

But, this evening she made up for a portion of the PP pain… She took me to see Jamie Leonhart who not only has a beautiful voice and a wonderful sound that is at once a gorgeous smoky jazz but then takes you through a wonderful laugh and a joy that comes from some very creative arrangements.

But, I fell in love with a song that will be released on her next CD called “The Spider and the Fly.” How can you not love a song about a broken friendship that starts out: “You are drowning in a sea of mediocrity” and then takes you away from there.

Associations and Guilt, Guilt and Associations…

Something like that or nothing like that at all. Ahhh, well… I really just liked the title to tell you the truth.

The convoluted life that we lead or the world that we choose to live in, I shall let you choose which one you actually believe, for in the long run it is all about our choices.

So, are you all confused now? Maybe you were confused to start and clarity has occurred, I have no clue to tell you the truth.

I am a strange duck (my apologies to my truly duck friend, but the alliteration is just too perfect here). I like to live a nice calm life, books and travel, quiet friendly visits, and delicious foods. I thought everyone wanted to live a life like that. I really did. I mean, why would you not? But, I am wrong (this actually happens a lot, honestly) people want to live lives that are as convoluted as possible. They make choices that are basically just, well, complex.

So, do I go play in the world of convolution or do I go back into my house.

The world inside of my head…

Once upon a time, there was a little girl and she had the most amazing world living in her head. It was a place of magic and dreams and hopes and wishes, but most important of all the only people in this world were good and kind and had integrity. No one ever went out to hurt another person and everyone just lived life striving for what was right for the world but not what was just right for them.

However, there was no drama… What this little girl found out, was that even though to her living in a world of exploration and joy and adventure was the perfect world. For most people in the world all they ever wanted to live in and believe in was drama. They bathed in it each morning and they had it as a spice with their lunch and if someone else wasn’t causing it for dinner, they created it themselves.

The little girl kept on looking back into her world inside of her head, eyeing the books and thinking on the trips, but whenever she talked to the people around her to see if anyone wanted to come and visit, they really didn’t. They wanted to live and create a world of chaos. It was more fun, it had more adventure, it spiced the soup just right.

But, what should the little girl do? Should she go and live with everyone else and just watch the world they create or should she just go back inside and close the door and settle down with her book?