Ther

Hands meet eyes lock

‘I don’t judge you’

Glance away stroke of cold

‘I don’t judge you’

Heart sinks sparks of white

moist cheek release hand

‘I love you Stately’

Say it, love yourself

Compassion, it was written

You stear off the path

Sandwich and fall

Concentrae keep eyes up

light on inside

clear vioce

Seed of heart

my chest it lies

Bottom

of

Spine

And Back up

Again

(more…)

If you won’t kill this “Honest Book of Truth”
Then I will.

Today is Febuary 28th 2007

2/28/7

in 2,121 days it will be December 21st 2012

the time is currently 12:12

just noticing.

So, as I sort-of brought to our collective attention the other day, and as we knew before, things are pretty insane. Also of note is the fact that the clocks are being changed FOUR weeks earlier than usual this year. I think that’s quite a leap, huh? Proof that our calendar (interestingly enough known as the Gregorian) is pretty much out of synch with time. But you could come to that conclusion by paying attention simply to the weather.

Anyway, I think this all falls into the 2012 realm. Things are speeding up, and the closer we get to the center of the spiral, or the end of time, or whatever, the more history seems to recapitulate itself… Look at our current political situation, and how it eerily mirrors MANY periods in history. They say history repeats, right? Well, I think that’s right-on, more literally than I was brought up to perceive.

I’ve been mulling all this over in my head, trying to figure out my connection to it all. I think much of what’s happening is so grand in scale that we can’t really concern ourselves with it without getting frustrated. Instead, it might be better to focus on yourself and that which is immediately surrounding you. I often feel very negative impulses when I come up against the “big stuff”, i.e. anything related to Bush and Co., the environment, or whatever else. When I think about the little picture, so to speak, I am moved to propagate optimism and positivity.

I think we should focus on energy, and raising energy levels inside ourselves and around us. This can be accomplished by having good intentions and treating yourself and others well. Write nice notes to people, or whatever comes naturally, just do it. Don’t expect anything in return. Just know that you are raising the energy frequency in the field surrounding you.

2012 is coming, its less than six years away. The best thing we can do to prepare is raise our energy levels and frequencies. We are lucky enough to have found each other, and I don’t think it’s any coincidence.

We must be pillars.

Remember when we linked arms in my barren living room in Tivoli? Remember when the lightning struck?

Coming to the end of the game the master of Go sits silently. His opponent sits across form him waiting for the masters next move. The challenger is upright, his body positioned in anticipation of the placement of the next stone. His face is taught and stoic contrasting the old master’s face which has begun to show its age. They both stare at the board, locked in a battle within their own minds rarely expressed with each move loaded with the weight of the lengthy consideration that has come before. It has been 2 hours since the challenger last moved yet he has remained still; concentrated on the board as the master considers his next move. It has reached a critical point in the game, one mistake would undoubtedly lose the game for either party. The master’s shoulders slouch, he appears to be sinking into the ground, consumed by his move, the game and his old age. The master now appears to sink a little lower and would to an unknowing observer appear to have fallen asleep. Then suddenly the master lets out grunt and begins to shift. As sound fills the room it seems to fill the master as well, his shoulders come back and his back straightens and he reaches a papery hand toward his bowl of circular white stones. The master chooses one and holds it between the top of his pointer and middle finger as he has done since he first learned as a child. The stone arcs towards the board, the master’s move coming to fruition. TACK. The stone cracks on the board and echoes violently. The challenger’s eyes do not blink as the sound passes by his face but become more intense trying to look through the thin hand to the move below. The sound is startling being produced by so old a hand but as the papery hand is removed the true strength of the master is revealed.