Bilbo the Rover Posted November 28, 2007 Author Share Posted November 28, 2007 " I am circling around God, around the ancient tower,and I have been circling for a thousand years, and I still don't know if I am a falcon, a storm or a great song."-Rainer Maria Rilke Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Scratch Posted November 28, 2007 Share Posted November 28, 2007 Now that you mentioned it Bilb... I want to hear things that are brave and touching. Everyone on this thread seem to claim some sort of spiritual awareness ... or at least some sort of personal spiritual appreciation. What the fuck does that mean? How has God moved you? How touched? To be inspired by other's words is one thing ... to feel God move in your life is what it's really about. Or are these only empty promises of faith ... plaigerized from another's heart? ~666 ~ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bilbo the Rover Posted November 28, 2007 Author Share Posted November 28, 2007 I've been over at the old site, copying stuff from the old "Spiritual Musings" thread, quotes and conversations that I really enjoyed, that have pleasant memories attached to them. I can't help but feel a little sad....it's like packing up to move to a bigger house, the new house is lovely, with all the possibilities and wonder that the future holds....but one can't help but feel sad about leaving your little, comfortable home. Where you loved, laughed and cried, all those memories hanging around like ghosts....where will they live now ? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bilbo the Rover Posted November 28, 2007 Author Share Posted November 28, 2007 Now that you mentioned it Bilb... I want to hear things that are brave and touching. Everyone on this thread seem to claim some sort of spiritual awareness ... or at least some sort of personal spiritual appreciation. What the fuck does that mean? How has God moved you? How touched? To be inspired by other's words is one thing ... to feel God move in your life is what it's really about. Or are these only empty promises of faith ... plaigerized from another's heart? ~666 ~ That is a great point Scratch....I think it's time we remedy that. I hope everyone who visits will feel free to open up and post their experiences....no judgement or scorn. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Scratch Posted November 28, 2007 Share Posted November 28, 2007 I only need to let go, and then I will be ready to receive Her blessings. That's what I just heard a minute ago, after receiving a phone call from my ex-girlfiriend. She called to tell me that she loved me ... while in the company of another man. It reminded me to be wary. And I am afraid. Afraid of everything that happens. Afraid of loneliness and failure, doubt, control and selfishness; the past, and what the future will curse me with. But then again, I suppose I have nothing to lose if I really have given all to Her. She greets me at every turn, in every form, with the gesture of "do not fear". I will be a true devotee if I truly take Her promise to heart. Then, and only then, will I receive Her blessings. What is this but true Faith? ~ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bilbo the Rover Posted November 28, 2007 Author Share Posted November 28, 2007 But that you know you are afraid and go forward anyway is true COURAGE, and that you are open and say "Yes, I am AFRAID" shows an open heart....I'm not telling you something profound Brother....you KNOW this..."To have courage for whatever comes in life - everything lies in that." -Saint Teresa of Avila. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bilbo the Rover Posted November 28, 2007 Author Share Posted November 28, 2007 May the stars carry your sadness away, May the flowers fill your heart with beauty, May hope forever wipe away your tears, And, above all, may silence make you strong. Chief Dan George Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
manderlyh Posted November 28, 2007 Share Posted November 28, 2007 Isn't it true that people develop their real beauty as they age, when their physical beauty begins its downward slide? (that was my own little thought) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Scratch Posted November 28, 2007 Share Posted November 28, 2007 Isn't it true that people develop their real beauty as they age, when their physical beauty begins its downward slide? (that was my own little thought) Well ... that would be nice to think ... But my grandmother is a shallow, self-centered, manipulative, unappreciative old load. So ... it isn't true in her case. ~666 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bilbo the Rover Posted November 28, 2007 Author Share Posted November 28, 2007 " I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teachings my blood whispers to me."- Herman Hesse Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hotplant Posted November 28, 2007 Share Posted November 28, 2007 " If ya can't take the heat, get the hell out!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bilbo the Rover Posted November 28, 2007 Author Share Posted November 28, 2007 Isn't it true that people develop their real beauty as they age, when their physical beauty begins its downward slide? (that was my own little thought) What's that saying ? "Youth is wasted on the young." ....very good point Manders, as we age ,people shed the foolishness of trying to fit in with click or larger group, we take off the many masks that we hide behind. We then nuture ourselves as opposed to an idea and get comfortable ( at last !) with who we truly are . We carry with us the journeys we've been on and the things we experienced, all this makes us beautiful beings, the classic strong vessel as opposed to the shiney new package...just riffin' Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
manderlyh Posted November 28, 2007 Share Posted November 28, 2007 ^ yeah. What Bilbo said. Nicely put, my friend. edited to fix a typo: "firend" to "friend" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bilbo the Rover Posted November 28, 2007 Author Share Posted November 28, 2007 Ship Of Fools Lyrics by Robert Plant On waves of love my heart is breaking And stranger still my self control I can't rely on anymore New tides surprise - my world it's changing Within this frame an ocean swells - behind this smile I know it well Beneath a lover's moon I'm waiting I am the pilot of the storm - adrift in pleasure I may drown I built this ship - it is my making And furthermore my self control I can't rely on anymore I know why - I know why Crazy on a ship of fools Crazy on a ship of fools Turn this boat around - back to my loving ground Who claims that no man is an island While I land up in jeopardy - more distant from you by degrees I walk this shore in isolation And at my feet eternity draws ever sweeter plans for me I know why - I know why Crazy on a ship of fools Crazy on a ship of fools Turn this boat around - back to my loving ground Oh no, oh no - ship of fools -- ( this song has saved me from many a dark day) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bilbo the Rover Posted November 28, 2007 Author Share Posted November 28, 2007 Here's one of my favorites from the old board, courtesy of our Black Beauty \ Katuschka "One of our teachers from primary school at the end of our last schoolday, pointing at the door: "There's the world." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bilbo the Rover Posted November 29, 2007 Author Share Posted November 29, 2007 " Take heed, you do not find what you do not seek." - English Proverb Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bilbo the Rover Posted November 29, 2007 Author Share Posted November 29, 2007 "Nor shall derision prove powerful against those who listen to humanity or those who follow in the footsteps of divinity, for they shall live forever. Forever." - Kahlil Gibran Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jarlaxle 56 Posted November 29, 2007 Share Posted November 29, 2007 Auguries of Innocence by William Blake To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour. A Robin Red breast in a Cage Puts all heaven in a Rage. A dove house fill’d with doves and Pigeons Shudders Hell thro’ all its regions. A dog starv’d at his Master’s Gate Predicts the ruin of the State. A Horse misus’d upon the Road Calls to Heaven for Human blood. Each outcry of the hunted Hare A fibre from the Brain does tear. A Skylark wounded in the wing, A Cherubim does cease to sing. The Game Cock clip’d and arm’d for fight Does the Rising Sun affright. Every Wolf’s and Lion’s howl Raises from Hell a Human Soul. The wild deer, wand’ring here and there, Keeps the Human Soul from Care. The Lamb misus’d breeds Public strife And yet forgives the Butcher’s Knife. The Bat that flits at close of Eve Has left the Brain that won’t Believe. The Owl that calls upon the Night Speaks the Unbeliever’s fright. He who shall hurt the little Wren Shall never be belov’d by Men. He who the Ox to wrath has mov’d Shall never be by Woman lov’d. The wanton Boy that kills the Fly Shall feel the Spider’s enmity. He who torments the Chafer’s sprite Weaves a Bower in endless Night. The Catterpiller on the Leaf Repeats to thee thy Mother’s grief. Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly, For the Last Judgement draweth nigh. He who shall train the Horse to War Shall never pass the Polar Bar. The Beggar’s Dog and Widow’s Cat, Feed them and thou wilt grow fat. The Gnat that sings his Summer’s song Poison gets from Slander’s tongue. The poison of the Snake and Newt Is the sweat of Envy’s Foot. The Poison of the Honey Bee Is the Artist’s Jealousy. The Prince’s Robes and Beggar’s Rags Are Toadstools on the Miser’s Bags. A truth that’s told with bad intent. Beats all the Lies you can invent. It is right it should be so; Man was made for Joy and Woe; And when this we rightly know Thro’ the World we safely go. Joy and Woe are woven fine, A Clothing for the Soul divine; Under every grief and pine Runs a joy with silken twine. The Babe is more than swaddling Bands; Throughout all these Human Lands Tools were made, and Born were hands, Every Farmer Understands. Every Tear from Every Eye Becomes a Babe in Eternity; This is caught by Females bright And return’d to its own delight. The Bleat, the Bark, Bellow and Roar Are Waves that Beat on Heaven’s Shore. The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath Writes Revenge in realms of death. The Beggar’s Rags, fluttering in Air, Does to Rags the Heavens tear. The Soldier, arm’d, with Sword and Gun, Palsied strikes the Summer’s Sun. The poor Man’s Farthing is worth more Than all the Gold on Afric’s Shore. One Mite wrung from the Labrer’s hands Shall buy and sell the Miser’s Lands: Or, if protected from on high, Does that whole Nation sell and buy. He who mocks the Infant’s Faith Shall be mock’d in Age and Death. He who shall teach the Child to Doubt The rotting Grave shall ne’er get out. He who respects the Infant’s faith Triumphs over Hell and Death. The Child’s Toys and the Old Man’s Reasons Are the Fruits of the Two seasons. The Questioner, who sits so sly, Shall never know how to Reply. He who replies to words of Doubt Doth put the Light of Knowledge out. The Strongest Poison ever known Came from Caesar’s Laurel Crown. Nought can deform the Human Race Like to the Armour’s iron brace. When Gold and Gems adorn the Plow To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow. A Riddle or the Cricket’s Cry Is to Doubt a fit Reply. The Emmet’s Inch and Eagle’s Mile Make Lame Philosophy to smile. He who Doubts from what he sees Will ne’er Believe, do what you Please. If the Sun and Moon should doubt, They’d immediately Go out. To be in a Passion you Good may do, But no Good if a Passion is in you. The Whore and Gambler, by the State Licenc’d, build that Nation’s Fate. The Harlot’s cry from Street to Street Shall weave Old England’s winding Sheet. The Winner’s Shout, the Loser’s Curse, Dance before dead England’s Hearse. Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are Born. Every Morn and every Night Some are Born to sweet delight. Some are Born to sweet delight, Some are Born to Endless Night. We are led to Believe a Lie When we see not Thro’ the Eye Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light. God Appears and God is Light To those poor Souls who dwell in Night, But does a Human Form Display To those who Dwell in Realms of day. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bilbo the Rover Posted November 30, 2007 Author Share Posted November 30, 2007 "The only reason that we don’t open our hearts and minds to other people is that they trigger confusion in us that we don’t feel brave enough or sane enough to deal with. To the degree that we look clearly and compassionately at ourselves, we feel confident and fearless about looking into someone else’s eyes." -Pema Chödron "Love involves a peculiar, unfathomable combination of understanding and misunderstanding." -Diane Arbus Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bilbo the Rover Posted November 30, 2007 Author Share Posted November 30, 2007 "To a brave man, good and bad luck are like his right and left hands. He uses both." -Saint Catherine of Sienna Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Old Scratch Posted November 30, 2007 Share Posted November 30, 2007 I'm beginning to shed my desires. The waves come in rushes of mock intensity ... and quickly fade....without my mind and without my Will. They seem to only wake because I allow them for their own sake. Now ... if only I can shake the tolerance of letting them be at all. It's only that I choose to tolerate ... to allow the shadow of my desire to pass between me and the Sun. I should walk out into the open ... to bask in the light that is never shaded. Brahmacharini ... be my Guide. By your Grace I cannot hide. I believe this is the preliminary state before Siddhi. I only feel the breath of Sri moving the Life within ... without. With or without Knowledge of Me. ~ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bilbo the Rover Posted November 30, 2007 Author Share Posted November 30, 2007 "Call on God, but row away from the rocks." - Hunter S. Thompson "God creates out of nothing. Wonderful you say. Yes, to be sure, but he does what is still more wonderful: he makes saints out of sinners." - Soren Kierkegaard Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Katuschka Posted November 30, 2007 Share Posted November 30, 2007 Here's one of my favorites from the old board, courtesy of our Black Beauty \ Katuschka "One of our teachers from primary school at the end of our last schoolday, pointing at the door: "There's the world." Wow, you remember that one. It was an intense moment. I still remember the feeling I had when he said that. Damn! Now I remebered! I had a camcorder with me that day. I wonder where the video cassette is! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bilbo the Rover Posted December 1, 2007 Author Share Posted December 1, 2007 "Our wretched species is so made that those who walk on the well-trodden path always throw stones at those who are showing a new road." -Voltaire Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bilbo the Rover Posted December 1, 2007 Author Share Posted December 1, 2007 " I once asked a Jesuit priest what was the best short prayer he knew. He said "Fuck It" as in "Fuck It; it's in God's hands." - Anthony Hopkins ( and on that note, a good weekend to all, and to all Good Night !) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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