"Life continues just like a forest that loses a tree, the spirit and life of the forest is there."
Life does not begin, nor does it end. Life just is. It continues just like a forest that loses a tree, the spirit and life of the forest is there. Just like a lawn is a single organism of grass all interconnected, the universe itself is alive and one. The universe is one and many lives, it is a compound life and as such has a compound soul.
When a tree bears a fruit, which is seed that leaves the tree and enters the ground, then it sprouts into a new tree, the life force never ends and never begins. Humans and conception is like the tree and the fruit and human death is like the death of a tree in the forest, the tree has returned to the ground to decay to dirt, to enter a new seed as nutrients and become life again. At no point is the tree actually completely dead. It appears dead to the unknowing, yet is still part of the living universe and still alive.
Awareness, feelings, consciousness and even soul are all subjective and only relevant to the individual parts of the universe that they pertain to at that moment. That is to say, these virtues or attributes, energies or forces come and go and are from the Universe as a whole and in the long run are not fixed to any fixed set of atoms that make up an autonomous object or living being within this sphere of one overall life force.
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Continued from above..... "as in saying another way, the steak someone eats will be transformed from the animal it once was into many other forms, some of it which will enter the body of the one consuming it and thus parts will become part of the person, or animal, consuming it and become as alive as part of that consuming creature.
To say that life begins at conception or birth is a difficult argument because the life is already existing before the events of sexual reproduction. Sexual reproduction is merely transformation of existing life. The process of death is the same, yet appears to be one of interruption, it is not. The Universe does not care about time, it cares about process. The process of life continues.
Opinion on abortion. It is my opinion that the consequences for abortion are already there and that additional consequences are not desire, but rather enlightenment should be what is wanted and striven for. Since enlightenment is a process of it’s own, and seemingly never fully reached, then the problem, other problems and all problems will still exist yet become understood with enlightenment instead of appearing to be a problem and the overall process of life and the living Universe will only get better.
Rybird November 10, 2017
Ah, the autumn breeze, it reminds me of the fair, the rides, the wonderful food smells, and the livestock, then the museum like exhibits, and never will I forget the games. “Everyone a winner!”, the carnival workers would shout. The carnival always beckoned me, as if it was my destiny. Short-lived was the fascination of the huge generators on trucks, with the monstrous cables I could barely step over. I would step over them with a slight apprehension, wondering what power they must possess to make all these carousels go round and round.
Quickly my attention was brought to the flashing lights, the newness of the loud dance type music being played, with “Faster! Faster!” being shouted over large PA speakers. The excitement tingled my insides as I would double check my tickets I was clenching. Then strapped in, round and round I would go, the world spinning around me, hearing the somewhat calming screams of others enjoying the ride.
Too soon the ride was over, myself a tad dizzy, would trample through the noisy crowd to the next ride. Beginning to hunger for the delicious state fair corn dog, I would recount my tickets to be sure I had enough for the glass house in which I couldn't wait to get lost. Then sitting down to eat my cotton candy, I smiled, knowing there a piece of heaven on earth. Rybird
So I wrote a poem for all girls!. :
What lurks in the shadows of the flowers in the dark corners from the dancing candlelight? Hearts desires peeking from behind soft petals anxious for the silence of lovers, they wait patiently to dance while two romancers get lost in their reflections of their eyes. These tiny desires dance and forget all about light and forget about darkness until they burst like careless whispers in the candle fire. The lovers blink and think and realize they are together freely with heart’s desires and the shadows dance to their romance.
Rybird October 2017
#poetry #flowers #romance
To each other.
The blood of a flower, like no other
the sun warms the heart, as a lover
making it's cheeks pink, with a blush
a rose is a rose are roses to each other
a flower is a rose to a flower to each other
they all come from the earth, their mother....Rybird
Is filling this hole easy?, No, but it is simple. and willingness and honesty are the key ingredients.
"I have a great big hole in my heart" someone told me before. I also have had this big hole and found a solution.
The hole is filled by having a relationship with a power greater than yourself, as in God or higher power, and being of maximum service to God and others. EVERYTHING else is just circumstance. Circumstances do not dictate our spiritual well being,or this hole that needs to be filled, but being of service to others will make circumstances irrelevant, and in most cases better. But regardless, life happens, like a ship at sea, there are storms, loved ones die, or leave, sickness comes, life happens,
But when we are at least on the road to recovery from self, then our journey can have some joy, but more importantly patience, love and tolerance, along with humility. Is this easy?, No, but it is simple. and willingness and honesty are the key ingredients. This is my experience and it has worked for me and many others. Simply by practicing rigorous honesty, "being true to thyself" the path will be made. Rybird
Shaman Nalis is master of the cardinal virtues. He explains they only come by the way of the spirit and experience. He says find someone who has what you want and have them share their experience with you. And what you learn from your own experience share with those willing to learn. When growing along these lines, these virtues just appear with no direct or additional effort on our own. He continues, I cannot tell you what these virtues are, for the words will have no meaning, until virtue has been attained.
The social construct of man.
Femininity is assigned to women and masculinity to man. We are socially constructed to maintain ourselves within these banners. This is irregardless of sexuality. From wiki “While the defining characteristics of femininity are not universally identical, some patterns exist: gentleness, empathy, sensitivity, caring, sweetness, compassion, tolerance, nurturance, deference, and succorance are traits that have traditionally been cited as feminine.“
Do not men have the same social right to these traits? How about any boundaries in expression? In fashion a man wearing pink has been social constructed to open a debate any time a man wears pink. Is he confident in his sexuality? Is he gay? It seems now even attractive to many women that a man love nature, the birds and the flowers. But what about when it comes to art? If a man uses pink and purple to paint a flower is he now feminine or gay?
I feel men are just as emotional as women and feel just as much, but have been constructed by society for such a long period time that fear regulates that behavior. I say let men be men and women be women. Does this mean that men have to dress like men and act like men? It means that men should know they are men and are not bound to these limits.
If a man wants to paint butterflies or write poetry, or knit or learn yoga, they should, because they are men, they can do this and need not flinch, nor make excuses. Because it is character that defines us outside of sexual preferences and neither a woman or a man in their purest form has any character flaws. Styles, tastes and color choices have absolutely nothing to do for character but reflect the power and true confidence of a man, or a woman if the case may be as these same principles apply to women.
Tux the Butterfly fine digital art by Rybird. For more like this see the Art Flies Collection at Dabble Bird HERE
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Spirituality must be one of the most misunderstood phenomenons as expected since everyone's path to spirituality seems unique to them. However, the end result appears to be the same once a person has reached this higher plane of thinking, It is a spiritual awakening,which I will explain more about later. When I arrived at this higher plane of thinking, I discovered it was nothing I achieved by direct will, but it was rather something that happened, It happened, I found out later, to internal events that took place and I found that continued growth results not from direct effort, but rather from doing the right thing, then as a result of that, problems become non existent. After I did reach this 4th dimension, the spiritual awakening, I found I can related to other peoples who have experienced this and they claim to relate to mine. And I can relate to those that have not had this experience, even though they, not having a spiritual awakening cannot relate to my experience. Thus I feel that when sharing anything about spirituality, I should only share my own personal experience as my experience is my truth and people are also more receptive to it. Removing the “you”, “they”, and “we” out of the story makes sharing comfortable and refrains from judging. Either the person that is inquiring will identify or not, and they can take away some experience that is useful and not have to worry about the rest. It is for this reason that spiritual advice is never offered, only my experience shared when approached. continued below...
I have learned the way many people think does not apply to me and I should refrain from correcting them as I cannot determine nor decide if a different way works for them. The never give up, you can win, you can do anything you want believe system did not work for me. I followed that path into insanity and nearly death as I did achieve everything I wanted through sheer willpower and determination.....so I thought. I was in a total delusion, never realizing that I had never been in control, I was just manipulating reality to suit me and me to suit reality, a type of rationalization, and thus I never was growing or changing. I felt at times that it was my job to make the world a better place and my life would not be of value if I didn't at least try. Conquering battles, never giving up, always winning was my way. And I never reached enlightenment until I abandoned these ideas.
Along the way people tried to share their enlightenment. It was hard for them to tell me what it was, yet people tried and I thought I knew what it was and I wanted it. But I didn't want to do anything for it. I found later that there was nothing that I could do for it. I could not change the path I was on and the harder I tried to change it, the more futile and desperate it became. Finally it was too much, yes it was more than I could take and now I was going to die. I seemed to lose all hope and at the time I was sure I had no hope, and I did give up. I did not care if I lived, if I died, or if I was going to Heaven or Hell or just ceasing to exist. This is when it happened, It was my point of hopelessness, my point of surrender, but I would not realize it until later, I knew there was a change, but what the changes would be were revealed to me later. My experience is that more is always revealed later about the moment I am in. continued below
I ran into a big problem. It's the ice cream. I have three big bowls, well, one is big, then I have a big big bowl and a big big big bowl. So, I had a big bowl of ice cream, but I wanted a big big bowl. But the big big bowl was dirty. I could have gotten the big big big bowl, but that bowl is too big. So I just got the big bowl.
Now I still want ice cream but now both the big big bowl and the big bowl are dirty. So now if I want more ice cream I have to get the big big big bowl. But then that is too much ice cream....
See? I have a big big big problem!
Update. Now the big bowl, the big big bowl and the big big bowl are all dirty. But I am happy. :)
“ Music has the power not only to sedate but to summon our demons. Especially long-suppressed emotions, memories and associations. It has been said (by playwright William Congreve) that "music has charms to soothe the savage breast." (Sometimes this is misattributed to William Shakespeare and commonly misquoted as "music soothes the savage beast.")
There is much truth to this. Music, like movies or a good book, temporarily takes us far away from our ordinary troubles and tribulations, transporting us to a different time or another world. It can provide the solace of companionship for the lonely, lessen our sense of existential isolation and convey compassion to the suffering soul. The "blues" is but one example of how listening to music created out of someone else's suffering--unrequited love, loss, trouble, bad luck--helps make us feel less alienated and alone in our problems. Misery, as the saying goes, loves company. When we hear such tragic tales and the sorrow they engender, whether in folk,country, R&B, standards, rap or rock music, we relate to the performer and feel ourselves to be part of the herd, tribe, the collective, the archetypal, the universal, the human family. For who among us has not felt the angst and confusion of adolescence, the sting of love lost or unreciprocated at some time? So listening to such sounds soothes our souls. When we're feeling sad or down, discouraged and disheartened, music can raise our spirits, be uplifting, inspirational and energizing. Music makes us want to dance, in a joyous, spontaneous expression of the primal life force. It can gently lull us to sleep (lullaby). Or it can make us want to cry or laugh. And, sometimes, music makes us feel angry. When, for example, Bob Dylan wrote, played and sang protest songs like "Masters of War" and " A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall," we felt his personal anger and that he was expressing or channelling our own collective rage. This is what differentiates true art from self-indulgent pretension; real music from cacophony or mere commercialism. The best music comes from and most purely expresses personal experiences, but arises and speaks also to what Jung called the "collective unconscious." It taps directly into our psyche at the deepest possible level and addresses archetypal and existential concerns about the human condition, concerns and experiences we all share. And it connects us intimately to each other.” From Why We Love Music—and Freud Despised It by Stephen A. Diamond Ph.D. at :
Why are so many guitarists jokes one liners? A - So the rest of the band can understand them.:)
Quaver, one-eighth musical note. From the Dimensions collection at Dabble Bird. http://www.dabblebird.com/dimensions.html
Someone asked, ":Do you believe in life after death?" What do I think?
By the very definition "death" is the end of life, so no, if one does die, there cannot be life. That, is death!
But the bible says thou shall not perish but have everlasting life. But in what form? One thing seems certain, which is the brain and our thoughts, imagination, feelings and memories won't continue to exist when the brain dies.
That spark of life will be there perhaps in one form or another. I say spark of life as being of the soul as perhaps the soul is not completely understood.
Will we be able to experience life as we understood it again? That's the real question I think most people ask.
I do not know. It seems to be beyond the understanding of the human mind to comprehend life without the mind. Think about that, How can we experience what our mind experiences, without the mind How can the mind comprehend what life would be like if it, “the mind” doesn't' exist. It's impossible to understand. But it doesn't mean we won't have a soul or a life, it's just meant it is now impossible to understand using our own mind.
This is why we have faith. Because we have no choice but to.
But if we were to cease to exist, as in death, at any point, and no longer continue in any form or shape, then what would be the point of existing in the first place?
So, I don't believe in life after death, but I do believe in life after life.
Rybird May 14, 2017
First I contemplate the maturing transmission of holistic energy. Yes the isomorphic resonance of an interstellar awakening of being that will tap into the quantum matrix itself. Yes, embellish the new age aura of nonsensical whizdom.
And now the story.
Our Friend, having a near death experience, contemplates his life of sin and anxiously awaits his fate in the next world.
An escort meets him at the boundary of hereafter and with a welcoming smile says, “You’re not ready yet friend; you still have another chance. But you’ll return soon, so let me show you what goes on here on the other side.”
Together they enter a great hall where a long candle-lit banquet table is laden with bowls of steaming, fragrant soups, succulent roasts, perfectly cooked vegetables, aromatic loaves of bread, the finest of wines, fruits of every kind, and a dazzling array of cakes and pies. Diners fill every chair, but shockingly, amid luxurious bounty, the scene is one of pain and anguish. Skeletal forms are twisted and moaning in starvation, with barely the strength to strike at each other with their spoons.
Looking closer, our Friend sees that all spoons have long handles—longer than the diners’ arms; too long for the diners to feed themselves. “So this is Hell,” gasps our Friend. “Anger and misery amid abundance. Where’s the Devil?” “Evil resides in the hearts of men,” says Escort, “But, come, let me show you something else.”
The two enter another great hall. And in that hall there is another long, candle-lit banquet table, covered with a similar incredible spread of delicious foods, drinks and sweets. Here the sounds of laughter, chatter and song fill the hall while healthy and happy diners are enjoying the company and the bounty before them.
They, too, have long spoons, but they are feeding each other. “And this,“ the Escort tells our Friend, “is heaven.”
I heard that on Christian radio driving home from work almost twenty years ago. It made perfect sense then and and it still does now. Rybird
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