I'm here, I'm always here... lol
Posted on Apr 24th, 2006
by 
Zo
Zo
To Zena
Dancing Howls around Our Lunar World
Clinging, gripping, this Intimacy onto form
Warming my distance into loving decision
Collision, my intent is that of ONE
My Peace, a silent ecstacy
Holding me up as the floors collapse
Death surrounds, yet does not reap
Seeds of Immortality pass between your eyes
Into mine, You Are, everything
The worth of life, fertile cresant
You Are, Mine
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\Silently my kitten, Itty Bitty, persistantly draws near to cuddle and nibble... no matter how many times I shoo her away, she comes back with loving Intent...
Soul is alot like Itty Bitty, it persistantly draws near with it's endless well of genius, power, and knowing... no matter how many times we shoo it away...
and here is a Secret, if you listen closely enough to them both, you'll hear Purring!
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Channeling is something I often think about, for in all my soul journeys... I have yet to meet one being who is -not- "{me"... lol. No matter the realm, the vision, the expression, demonic, angelic, or truely void unknown. I often muse the "Voice" of all the above, from the envyious mortal i am, to the omnipotent thunder god within... often I spout shit and nonsense, which makes me smile, for -someone- has to say it. Sometimes often a pearl of great wisdom survives the GI tract of mortal bile and haze to make it to your collective doors, waiting to be found after you stomp on the flaming bag of poo.
Verily, it seem's the Voice's of the God's and Angel's are similar to my own... except I take full responcibility and credit for my shit. While the Channelers somehow dodge thier own mortal mess by extrapolateing the Voice as an Outer Being.. that way people Listen, even if the vessel is funny looking and queer.
It's funny how we can accept the Thoughts if they come in ancient texts, or invisable beings, or from -Other People-... yet... there is a World Teacher right next to you... there is a Messiah in the Mirror... hell, your reading the Words of a Bodhisattva... but the same could be said, the Devil is also in that mirror, so is the Manipulator, so is the Abuser...
"the killer in me is the killer in you..."
When I ride the god-forsaken Bus to school eachday... and I see the nineteen year old's with five kids... in my mind's eye I see a goddess of light..
when I look upon a old man near death, I see a solar god
even when I look upon a father and daughter, who obviously have sickness between them... even then I see a being of blue and white in him, and a green flame-fae in her.
unseen, unknown, often unIntegrated.. yet still... yet STILL.. there is an unfathomable connection to each mortal being... weaveing them into the world's of demi-gods, angels, and God-Itself...
this is why I say there is nothing that is not me
for the divinity inside me only means I can now See divinity in everything
includeing the six hundred pound woman on an electric wheelchair on the bus...
diety is not just for the well-to-do on spiritual retreats...
even if the people I mentioned will never consciously Know or Touch the infintiy within
I will continue to Witness it, for inside me, all is ONE
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Today I managed to hold on to my core power... to keep an aura of mindfulness... which is good considering most days I am depressed, overly sensitive, and half0dead... lol.
The Key, for me, is not to expect the external to change instantly as the internal. Not to take my cue's from the outside... "be in but not of". Once these expectations are released, then I can Witness and Flow through anything, "good" or "bad"...
I admit it's tough, but it sure beats being -far-away- in spirit/heart all day.
I left school clear and energized, and reasonably... happy.
This is my basic stance, "I am here, one way or another... may as well.. make the best of it". lol
I'm no big fan of life or the world... often times I think it should go fuck itself, often I wish people would simply die... yet for each violent intention, there is a holy one.. for the destruction I hunger for... is that of the illusion's that hinder within and without.. I hunger to Release the god's and goddess who are hidden in the souls of humanity... I starve to Unleash the myriad forms that this human matrix is capable of forming.
So do not look down upon the Destroyers...
they simply tear down the old...
so the new may come
so die
then FLY
Dancing Howls around Our Lunar World
Clinging, gripping, this Intimacy onto form
Warming my distance into loving decision
Collision, my intent is that of ONE
My Peace, a silent ecstacy
Holding me up as the floors collapse
Death surrounds, yet does not reap
Seeds of Immortality pass between your eyes
Into mine, You Are, everything
The worth of life, fertile cresant
You Are, Mine
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
\Silently my kitten, Itty Bitty, persistantly draws near to cuddle and nibble... no matter how many times I shoo her away, she comes back with loving Intent...
Soul is alot like Itty Bitty, it persistantly draws near with it's endless well of genius, power, and knowing... no matter how many times we shoo it away...
and here is a Secret, if you listen closely enough to them both, you'll hear Purring!
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Channeling is something I often think about, for in all my soul journeys... I have yet to meet one being who is -not- "{me"... lol. No matter the realm, the vision, the expression, demonic, angelic, or truely void unknown. I often muse the "Voice" of all the above, from the envyious mortal i am, to the omnipotent thunder god within... often I spout shit and nonsense, which makes me smile, for -someone- has to say it. Sometimes often a pearl of great wisdom survives the GI tract of mortal bile and haze to make it to your collective doors, waiting to be found after you stomp on the flaming bag of poo.
Verily, it seem's the Voice's of the God's and Angel's are similar to my own... except I take full responcibility and credit for my shit. While the Channelers somehow dodge thier own mortal mess by extrapolateing the Voice as an Outer Being.. that way people Listen, even if the vessel is funny looking and queer.
It's funny how we can accept the Thoughts if they come in ancient texts, or invisable beings, or from -Other People-... yet... there is a World Teacher right next to you... there is a Messiah in the Mirror... hell, your reading the Words of a Bodhisattva... but the same could be said, the Devil is also in that mirror, so is the Manipulator, so is the Abuser...
"the killer in me is the killer in you..."
When I ride the god-forsaken Bus to school eachday... and I see the nineteen year old's with five kids... in my mind's eye I see a goddess of light..
when I look upon a old man near death, I see a solar god
even when I look upon a father and daughter, who obviously have sickness between them... even then I see a being of blue and white in him, and a green flame-fae in her.
unseen, unknown, often unIntegrated.. yet still... yet STILL.. there is an unfathomable connection to each mortal being... weaveing them into the world's of demi-gods, angels, and God-Itself...
this is why I say there is nothing that is not me
for the divinity inside me only means I can now See divinity in everything
includeing the six hundred pound woman on an electric wheelchair on the bus...
diety is not just for the well-to-do on spiritual retreats...
even if the people I mentioned will never consciously Know or Touch the infintiy within
I will continue to Witness it, for inside me, all is ONE
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Today I managed to hold on to my core power... to keep an aura of mindfulness... which is good considering most days I am depressed, overly sensitive, and half0dead... lol.
The Key, for me, is not to expect the external to change instantly as the internal. Not to take my cue's from the outside... "be in but not of". Once these expectations are released, then I can Witness and Flow through anything, "good" or "bad"...
I admit it's tough, but it sure beats being -far-away- in spirit/heart all day.
I left school clear and energized, and reasonably... happy.
This is my basic stance, "I am here, one way or another... may as well.. make the best of it". lol
I'm no big fan of life or the world... often times I think it should go fuck itself, often I wish people would simply die... yet for each violent intention, there is a holy one.. for the destruction I hunger for... is that of the illusion's that hinder within and without.. I hunger to Release the god's and goddess who are hidden in the souls of humanity... I starve to Unleash the myriad forms that this human matrix is capable of forming.
So do not look down upon the Destroyers...
they simply tear down the old...
so the new may come
so die
then FLY
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July 2008 
brilliantly deep!! even the “flaming bag of poo” - that made me {giggle}
such the phoenix you are!!
……gleeful that you Both ARE : 'feelfulled'. (after ALL is a mirror…)
:)
my dearest zo,
you are the blazing sun
that lights up my sky withmagnificence. i love you.
<3 <3 <3
a poem for you,
my dear one:
linked in union. drifting
toward that clearing in
the forest that caught our
eyes 3 sundays before.
the path meanders uphill
a bit. the journey is not
grueling, but it is also
not for the masses. we
forge our own way, cutting
through the overgrowth to
make room for the light
inside of us to blossom.
when we finally get there
it is quiet. i turn to face
you. placing my hands
lovingly around your
neck & into your eyes
i gaze. there are worlds
upon worlds before me.
universes of great power
& unimaginable wonders.
you. me. us. i am. you.
are. we are. one. together
there is a wholeness
otherwise unattainable.
together the lunar priestess
and the solar god can join
as one being of undeniable
heart. blue fire dances.
coursing throughout my / your / our
veins. bodies. souls.
purple green aura
emanates forth. sparkling
its way out. reminding
us of the union between
tiferet and shekinah. as
we count the omer. reminding
us of the duality inherent in
oneness. reminding us of
joy that escapes as laughter.