MsTiara’s Thoughts

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Check this out, hopefully it will touch your soul.

Well of course they are, they are energy. Just like you and I. I think of it like this…

You and I. We were part of the collective consciousness of the universe before time. We were pure energy and we were together/one along with the soul pets, which really are us. Then as the world(s) started to form into physical forms, we wanted to experience and grow and enjoy. But we couldn’t do it with all the knowledge we had as part of the collective consciousness. We needed to let that go for us to truly experience the physical form. So we learned, enjoyed and have decided to manifest into multiple life times and sometimes at the same time. However the soul pets are our ‘connection’ to the collective consciousness, the reality of our souls. They can even visit the different ‘us’ in the different physical forms/times that we may be experiencing right now. However, we have to focus on this physical time and being for us to truly enjoy it.

LOL, does any of that make sense?

Light is an amazing thing, it changes mood and perspective by you just sitting for a moment and absorbing it into your soul. Stop; breathe it in, let the colors play over you.

I have always found the cities/places that I enjoy the most based upon the quality of the light. From the bright, rich colors of my home in Arizona to the diffused painted colors of Versailles. I remember being in the countryside of England, at a castle there, where it was cold, misty, and a slight drizzle coming down. But, the colors and blending of the light still stays with me and changes me entirely.

Memory comes from so many different places. Sound, smell, and visualizations; Can anyone forget that moment on vacation where you step out into the sun and it heats you to your bones and all of the tension leaves your body? Then the bright gold/red of the sun sparkling like diamonds against the blue of the sea, a color you can’t describe and have never seen before. Hours can be spent observing the ever changing light, the colors changing and re-arranging, imprinting themselves on you, till you are no longer the same as you were before.

I love going to the Grand Canyon and sitting in awe and feeling small and non-existent against and overwhelming color richness that you either reflect as part of you or disappear into oblivion against.

As I sit and write this, I am outside of St. Louis, looking out over the marshlands. A soft blue light of the sky against the golden marshlands, slowly brightening up and becoming crisper and sharper as the sun ascends the sky.

I am a quiet person by nature. I can spend hours with close friends and say absolutely nothing, but just sit and laugh and enjoy their company. Sometimes we talk about food and others we talk about life’s vagrancies. I can travel all over the world between times that I have seen them and not mention a word of my travels. Not sure why. Is it because I just don’t think they would be interested in hearing me drone on and on? Or is it really because I don’t think you can ever truly describe or explain to a person those snapshots that occur while traveling that affect you and mean something to you?

Some of my favorite moments in life is walking hand in hand with a very close soul friend or even walking along not touching except for occasional bumps to the other, sometimes speaking, but most of the time just being with the person, no thoughts, storing the same snapshots with that person but never talking about them, but those are the bonds that will connect you forever in this lifetime and even more importantly in the next.

This last year has been a good one for me, lots of cleaning of negative emotions and full of a bountiful harvest of joy, laughter, life and love. I have determined what is important to me and I have removed from my life that which was negative to me as a human being. There was healing and there was fire that caused even more healing to occur. The good news is most of the changes were ones that I instigated and the ones that I didn’t were needed no matter how much I went kicking and screaming along the way.

I have been blessed with wonderful friendships and I have been saddened by the loss of others. But as with all of life, things happen in cycles and you flow along with the ebbs and the flows and you live.

This year as I go to make my normal blessings to the Universe, I only have one thing to say:

Thank you…

The threads that connect the souls of people are a variety of colors, slender, translucent energy that stretches from one part of your soul to the corresponding part of the other.

There are the common ones, love, hate, friendship, laughter, romance, trust; One after another. Sometimes they are share experiences and others are so fragile to start out with. Love, such a fine thread, thinner than a single piece of hair, so easily destroyed with but a misplaced breath, to build its thickness takes hundreds of moments of nurturing and belief, but still can be killed with but one thought.

The strongest is hate. Its thick and a sickly greenish red color, pulsing and spewing, the energy seems to be able to move between the other soul bonds, so easily cutting them away like acid. Hate is the hardest bond to cut between two people.

Then there are the bonds of the past, bonds of former life times. These bonds are shared memories and they glow so brightly when you first re-connect. But, if you don’t cherish them and the lessons they have to share, then they slowly deteriorate away until they are but shadows.

You can create new bonds in a life time, but to do so you need to believe and cherish them and not allow them to grow grey and weaken.

The sadness is that in this lifetime, people would rather live in shallowness than look at the soul bonds of a lifetime.

I have always thought of Buddhism as a way of life, not a religion. I mean, wars are fought over religions and religious difference, one would think that it would be impossible to fight a war over Buddhism. See, Buddhism is a way of life about getting to your higher purpose, compassion, forgiveness, and meditating and removing the emotion from the moment; it is all internal and has nothing to do with external glory, it is against external glory. But, it appears I was wrong.

I am reading a book called Buddha or Bust by Perry Garfinkle and much to my dismay, there is a war being fought over Buddhism. The Sri Lanka War is a fight between the Sinhalese (Buddhism side) and Tamils (Hindu side) and is ongoing today with propaganda on both sides and killing…

Kind of makes you question our chances for peace in the world when a whole way of life that’s whole mission in life is about peace can be in the middle of a war. But, they believe they are doing it for the right reasons.

http://www.tamilnation.org/indictment/index.htm

http://www.buddhistinformation.com/place_for_a_righteous_war_in_bud.htm

As we wander through life we pass so very many people along the way that have no significance in our own personal stories. They are like extra’s on a movie set and some times, they are just one dimensional creatures that you wonder if you step a different way if they are complete on all sides. I was in NY over the weekend and in the time I spent with my different friends; I fell into that bubble where we were so into our own ‘moment’ that everyone else just wandered along to the side. We were laughing and crying and sometimes just walking along in silence, a world outside of this world and outside of this time. The only people that were allowed into our bubble were the ones we brought in ourselves.

My question or thought I guess, is why do we allow people into our stories that have negative impacts on us or cause mayhem to us? Is it because we all crave the drama of the situation and why can’t those people be like a good story, when their use is done, just disappear off of the written page and out of the story never to be seen again?

I left the guarded boundaries of my palace to the enter the real world, Cyn has wrapped his body around me and now is safely snuggled as a tattoo that lies on my shoulder and peeks out of my shirt protecting me from whatever wants to do me harm.

I am sitting on a bench in the city surrounded by trees watching the world walk by and viewing it’s dramas.

I have my music playing in my ears and can only watch peoples faces and see and feel their energy flow around them.

A couple just walked by with joy radiating from them as they laughed, several others have walked by with those disinterested expressions and distance between them. Some radiate tragedy, others anger and so very many are lost and confused. I am amazed how many have physical bodies here but have no presence or life.

Across the way from me is a group of four people playing out the drama of their own making, one guy for a second looked like he was passing out and dying and is now in a verbal fight with the one who looked like he was trying to help him. Drugs, lack of intelligence maybe just another person who lacks life.

What is it about this world as we live in it now that causes such a disinterest fro being here? During the depression people worried about just eating, during war people worried about dying, that this was the end. But, now we have everything; technology, money, the capability to go anywhere and be anything but we still try to disappear from it all, that we refuse to live, that we refuse to love.

Across the way from me on the other side are two women, both sitting lost in thought, a cloud of loss and sadness covering both of them. Tears fall and grief covers their faces, the hold tissues in their hands to dab away the tears when grief overwhelms them. Are they talking about the loss of a lover or the death of a loved one?

And now a person walks by filled with joy and touches everyone with her golden energy as they passes by.

I am reminded of Charles de Lint’s ongoing theme of the Dream Tree that grows faster and larger than any tree in the park because it thrives on the stories of peoples lives.

So many people walking by lost in drugs, lost in misery and yet a father and his son are in the same world pointing up into the tree completely participating in the joy of this life.

Do you think when people finally stop to notice anything at all that everything will just cease to exist?

The man on drugs continues on in his own universe now curled in feeling a pain buries so deep he just curls in on himself and cries.

Everyone lost in their own drama.

There is always the question of what is our universe, what is our world. I sit and I watch the world move and continue, but I don’t belong to their worlds, their universe. I can feel their emotions beat upon my energy and I feel them drain my emotions but they are all figments that slide by as if they are not even there.

And so I just remove myself from that world and withdraw my energy and I am no more part of that world, but instead back in my castle.

Etoile steps out of the castle into the grayed out world. The rain had been falling for several weeks and she was tired of being stuck in the castle no matter how large it was or how many things you can do in it.

Cyn was curled around my arm with his eye peeking out between her jacket. He spoke in my mind asking if I was going to call Impulse out to play. But, I knew that was worthless, he had another human in another universe that he was spending time with. Cyn wanted to know what I was doing out in the cold if I wasn’t going to get a ride to another universe where it was warm and sunny. I just smiled a secretive smile, knowing that I had been learning on m own and I had power, maybe not the power to universe and time hop, but an even greater power the power to create my own worlds and my own universes. Dragons can only move between, but Stars can create new worlds from scratch.

As Cyn snuggles deeper into my jacket I step to the center of the garden and say a single word. As I speak the world around me shifts and changes and what was once was empty is now filled with a jungle which is warm and rich. The jungle is filled with the sounds of life and the air is scented to the sweetness of fruit. As I step forward onto the path that appears before me, Cyn wiggles himself out of my jacket and starts to fly next to me as I walk along the path.

“Where are we going?” he asks

“I don’t know, but it will be someplace where it is warm and sunny and it will be filled with life.” I answered