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by(Mirabilia n. events that inspire wonder, marvelous phenomena, small
Rob Brezsny
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Those seeking a comprehensive and concrete scientific investigation into the relationship between neurological function and spiritual propensities may be tempted to dismiss this book, which, while it does touch upon pertinent research, takes a more heart-centered and anecdotal approach. For those who are not so concerned, it is a revealing study.
Author William Stillman, who has Asperger’s Syndrome, refers to Autistics as, “People with different ways of being,” and “exquisitely sensitive.” These are descriptions to which, I dare say, a healthy majority of readers would personally relate. Stillman seems to dismantle or replace the conventional and historically cruel retardation stigma by redefining the specialness of this population as something akin to the status conferred upon Indigo children.
The overall message is that no one is less than whole. Our differences, while they may be striking, are merely a matter of emphasis within the range of human faculties. With the recognition that everyone is different, where is there any room to judge or discriminate?
This will resonate for all readers of a mystic or sensitive fabric of the sort often confused, oppressed and compromised in a culture that demands conformity for convenience sake and fails to honor its shamans.
Stillman relates numerous accounts demonstrating the tendencies for autistics to relate through symbols, to exercise uncanny psychic acuity and to operate unencumbered by the mechanisms that dilute or distort unconditional love in more conventional adults. The language in the anecdotes Stillman shares (such as the one below) seem conspicuously dominated by imagery associated with (though not exclusive to) Christianity: angels, Jesus, and an anthropomorphized God. However, he is quoting individuals in a predominantly Christian nation, who are working to translate into language experiences hard to articulate even by those not quantifiably and clinically challenged in speech and language.
The theme emerges that autistics are advanced souls who’ve chosen the challenge. The final passage quotes one Michael, who acknowledges a sort of trade-off, a divine paradox in his predicament, which harkens to the revelations of many a mystic and to the spiritual value of “suffering”:
Christmas, 1991, Paschal Bernard Baute
Rise up nimbly
and go on your strange journey
to the ocean of meanings
The Stream knows
it can't stay on the mountain.
Leave and don't look away
from the sun as you go,
in whose light you're sometimes crescent,
sometimes full.
From The Illustrated Rumi,
"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't
bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my
grandfather does it for her all the time, even
when his hands got arthritis too. That's love." --
-Rebecca, age 8
"When someone loves you, the way they say your
name is different. You know that your name is
safe in their mouth." ---Billy, age 4
"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy
puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell
each other." ---Karl, age 5
"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody
most of your French fries without making them
give you any of theirs." ---Chrissy, age 6
"Love is what makes you smile when you're
tired." ---Terri, age 4
"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy
and she takes a sip before she gives it to him,
to make sure it tastes OK." ---Danny, age 7
"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas
if you stop opening presents and listen." ---
Bobby, age 5
"If you want to learn to love better, you should
start with a friend who you hate." ---Nikka, age 6
"There are two kinds of love. Our love. God's
love. But God makes both kinds of them." ---
Jenny, age 4
"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt,
then he wears it everyday." ---Noelle, age 7
"Love is like a little old woman and a little
old man who are still friends even after they
know each other so well." ---Tommy, age 6
"My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't
see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night." ---
Clare, age 5
"Love is when mommy gives daddy the best piece
of chicken." ---Elaine, age 5
"Love is when mommy sees daddy smelly and sweaty
and still says he is handsomer than Robert
Redford." ---Chris, age 8
"Love is when your puppy licks your face even
after you left him alone all day." ---Mary Ann,
age 4
"I know my older sister loves me because she
gives me all her old clothes and has to go out
and buy new ones." ---
Lauren, age 4
"I let my big sister pick on me because my Mom
says she only picks on me because she loves me.
So I pick on my baby sister because I love
her." ---Bethany, age 4
"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." --- Karen, age 7
"Love is when mommy sees daddy on the toilet and
she doesn't think it's gross." ---Mark, age 6
"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget." ---Jessica, age 8
The (un)Happy Planet Index (HPI) is an index of human well-being and environmental impact, introduced by the new economics foundation (nef), in July 2006. The index is designed to challenge well-established indices of countries’ development, such as Gross Domestic Product (GDP) and the Human Development Index (HDI), which are seen as not taking sustainability into account. In particular, GDP is seen as inappropriate, as the ultimate aim of most people is not to be rich, but to be happy and healthy.
The best scoring country in 2006 is the island state of Vanuatu, followed by Colombia and Costa Rica, while Burundi, Swaziland and Zimbabwe form the bottom of the list.
"Until he extends the circle of his compassion to all living things, man will not himself find peace."
- Albert Schweitzer
"The only way we are ever going to ensure peace on this planet is to adopt the entire world as "our family." We are going to have to hug them, and kiss them. And dance and play with them. And we are going to have to sit and talk and walk and cry with them. Because when we do, we'll be able to see that, indeed, everyone is beautiful, and we all complement each other beautifully and we would all be poorer without each other."
- Stan Dale
In honor of what would have been Kurt Cobain's 40th birthday today.......born 2/20/67
Such a brillant artist in so much pain.
I used to love Nirvana!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Happy Birthday Kurt!!! Michele
Everybody's wearing a disguise
To hide what they've got left behind their eyes
- Dylan, Abandoned Love
Kurt Cobain had grown up in small-town Aberdeen, Washington, "like Twin Peaks without the excitement". His happy childhood was shattered forever at the age of eight with the rancorous separation of his parents. The sudden and unexpected success of Nirvana, with their Nevermind album selling in excess of ten million copies world-wide, gave Kurt Cobain the place as one of the spokesmen for a generation. Their music opened the way for countless other "underground" bands, but brought the inevitable barrage of media attention, picking his life apart, carving him open and laying his innards out for all to see. Kurt had suffered from a rare illness for almost seven years, causing a chronic stomach pain of such an intensity that almost every day he considered killing himself. This constant severe pain led to a deep melancholic depression verging on schizophrenia, and frequent bouts of narcoplepsy. None of the doctors he visited were of any help, but the money he made from Nirvana offered him a temporary release to the pain - through heroin. Soon the heroin took over, and although he tried to kick the habit on numerous occasions, the stomach pains returned with such an intensity that even the heroin appeared to be a better alternative.
His undoubted love and devotion for his wife, Courtney Love, and his daughter Frances, brought the first real happiness and hope into his life for many years, but the constant media attention, and increasingly frequent bouts of depression finally drove him to the edge. There will surely be much speculation as to what finally caused him to crack, but one thing can be said for certain - this was no "rock and roll martyrdom", but rather the tragic waste of a creative life. The pressures which brought Kurt Cobain to the point of ending his life were supremely human and not explained simply as the result of a "degenerate" lifestyle. The tears he cried were as valid as the tears of any other human being, the pain he felt was just as real and as justified as any pain ever was, and the tragic actions he took were the only solution he could find.
Around the Cobain home, on the morning Kurt's body was found, dew would have fallen. The sun would have risen on a new day, the air would be filled with the sounds of the morning, yet, within the house, Cobain's body lay as silent witness to the pain and emptiness that typifies the human condition. Looking at a famous photograph of Kurt taken after a concert in 1991, I see a distraught young man wrestling with forces inside him which he cannot understand or control. There are no rock dramatics about this young man, nor is there any of the craziness which permeated his work and his lifestyle.
R.I.P. Kurt Cobain.
Comfort zones are plush lined coffins. When you stay in your plush lined coffins, you die.
-Stan Dale
My friend Katie sent me this:
I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist later in the week. Early one morning, I received a call from the doctor's office to tell me that I had been rescheduled for that morning at
The trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so I didn't have any time to spare. As most women do, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when making such visits, but this time I wasn't going to be able to make the full effort. So, I rushed upstairs, threw off my pajamas, wet the washcloth that was sitting next to the sink, and gave myself a quick wash in that area to make sure I was at least presentable. I threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to my appointment.
I was in the waiting room for only a few minutes when I was called in. Knowing the procedure, as I'm sure you do, I hopped up on the table, looked over at the other side of the room and pretended that I was in
After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The rest of the day was normal with some shopping, cleaning and cooking. After school when my 6-year old daughter was playing, she called out from the bathroom, "Mommy, where's my washcloth?"
I told her to get another one from the cupboard. She replied, "No, I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it."
The spiritual writer John O'Donohue has observed, "Where the imagination is awake and alive, fact never hardens or closes but remains open, inviting you to new thresholds of possibility and creativity." This faculty traffics in images, symbols, myths, and stories. It entails the capacity we all have for creative expression and adventuresome living. Yet, despite all the energy that emanates from imagination, many still hold a dim and disparaging view of it. Unfortunately, these people associate imagination with "imaginary" and its connotation of " unreal."
Bridge to Terabithia is based on a the Newbery Award-winning 1977 novel by Katherine Paterson. This wonderful story of two lonely children who become close friends celebrates imagination as a spiritual resource that provides solid and substantive ways of dealing with the very real and palpable challenges of fear, self-doubt, stress, loss, and those who are perceived as enemies.
Jess Aarons (Josh Hutcherson) is a lonely young boy who lives with his large family of four sisters who mostly ignore him. His stern father (Robert Patrick) works at a hardware store, and his mother (Katrina Cerio) is constantly worrying about their bills. At school, Jess is constantly harassed by two bullies. Trying to prove himself, he enters a foot race but is beaten by Leslie Burke (AnnaSophia Robb), a new girl in his class who turns out to be his next-door neighbor. She is the only child of two writers who work at home and don't have much time for her. At school, she earns the enmity of the girls at school when her essay is signaled out for its creativity.
It doesn't take Leslie long to realize that Jess is special. She sees some of his drawings and praises him as being very talented. They become friends, and she introduces him to the delights of the world of imagination. Running through the woods near their homes, they discover a rope swing over a stream. She immediately grabs hold and flies across, inviting Jess to join her in a magical and mythical kingdom they name Terabithia. They stumble upon an old tree house and fix it up as their private place where they can come to on a regular basis and share stories. Leslie gives Jess a set of paints so he can add a new dimension to his drawings. Together they test their physical prowess and inner power is encounters with giants, vultures, and strange beasts they call squogres.
Gabor Csupo directs this heart-felt story of friendship and the power of the imagination to work wonders in the lives of children. Although lots of time and energy is put into visual effects and the creatures encountered in Terabithia, the emotional undertow of the story comes from Jess and Leslie's experiences in the real world of tough teachers, bullies, and indifferent parents. They take what they learn in the imaginal realm and apply it in their daily lives. For example, a girl (Lauren Clinton) who terrorizes all the others by charging a fee to use the playground bathroom singles out Jess's little sister May Belle (Bailey Madison) for some torment. The two friends come up with a plan that embarrasses her in front of everybody on the school bus. But when they later discover she has personal problems and is as vulnerable as they are, they empathize with her and re-envision her as a friend.
A teacher at the school who has a reputation for being a disciplinarian surprises Jess when she reaches out to him in a moment when he desperately needs an adult's sympathy. Emboldened by Leslie's affirmation of his drawing, he accepts an invitation by Miss Edmunds (Zooey Deschanel), a music teacher, to go with her to an art museum, something he has never done before. In each of these situations, Jess's imagination is stretched in ways that would never have been possible before his visits to Terabithia.
Leslie tells Jess "Just close your eyes and keep your mind wide open." Many strange and edifying things can happen when the imagination is given free reign in our lives! It transports us to new thresholds of possibility and creativity.
The ego is a monkey catapulting through the jungle:
Totally fascinated by the realm of the senses,
it swings from one desire to the next,
one conflict to the next,
one self-centered idea to the next.
If you threaten it, it actually fears for its life.
Let this monkey go.
Let the sense go.
Let desires go.
Let conflicts go.
Let ideas go.
Let the fiction of life and death go.
Just remain in the center watching.And then forget that you are there.
--Lao Tzu
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The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don't go back to sleep.- Rumi
I love the below article.
It is referring to Wayne's Dyers pbs special "inspiration...your ultimate calling"
Whatever it is you say that you want, cherish it and let the want to. Allow yourself to be irresistably attracted to the one thing that you cannot resist and give yourself completely to it. It may be that you are pulled irresistably to write, to paint, to dream, to make the dreams of others come true...it may be something else. When you do that, you are inspired, "in-spirit". Dyer says that when we do this we are the closest to Source that we can possibly be.
He quotes the Persian poet Jalalud'din Rumi in saying:
"The morning breeze has secrets to tell you
Do not go back to sleep"
Do you find yourself waking in the middle of the night for no reason? Is it at relatively the same time every morning? No matter when I go to bed, I have what I call a "five hour wall" that I hit and will waken, sometimes with no agenda, sometimes with a full bladder, needing the bathroom. Dyer says when we waken like this, to put your feet on the floor and don't go back to sleep but allow yourself to experience the morning breeze...or at least that quiet, fully-awakened state of mind that is closest to the Source. Get your biological needs taken care of and invite yourself to sit quietly and be open. Things will come to you in this time that you might never expect or have access to any other time of day.
When I waken like this I am fully awake, and usually talking to myself, itching to get on the computer and having completed another project, writing or plan in my sleep. I notice as Dyer says, that when I go back to sleep I have difficulty remembering these beautiful poems and fully-fleshed plans when I wake up later in the day. Good case for keeping a notebook or digital recorder next to your bed.
Dyer also quotes the great Indian sage Patanjali on the subject of inspiration:
When you are inspired by some great purpose,
some extraordinary project,
all of your thoughts break their bonds
Your mind transcends limitations.
Your consciousness expands in every direction.
And you find yourself in a new,
great and wonderful world.
Dormant forces, faculties and talents come alive
and you discover yourself to be a greater person
by far than you ever dreamed yourself to be.
Go for what juices you, even though right now you can't see how it will pay the bills or possibly work with the living situation you have or, or, or, or...
Address these thoughts, beliefs and blockages to living fully expressed and in flow with the universe with your favorite energy therapy. These thoughts and beliefs bind us and keep us from fully expressing as Source. As you lose this bondage, those dormant forces, faculties and talents Patanjali speaks of will pop out of the woodwork with an energy and swiftness and appropriateness that will astonish and delight you.
And you will discover yourself to be a greater person that you ever dreamed you could be, honest and for true.
By Maryam WebsterWhen I am hungry, give me someone that I can feed.
When I am thirsty, show me someone who needs a drink.
When I’m cold, give me someone to keep warm.
When I grieve, give me someone to console.
When my cross grows too heavy and this weight I cannot bare.
And when I need someone to hold to me, and it seems no one is there,
To lighten up my heavy load, give me someone who deserves
to be loved just as I do, give me someone, someone I can serve.
When I need some time, let sit me with one for awhile.
And when my heart’s heavy, let me find someone to make smile.
And when I’m humble give me someone that I can praise.
And when I need to be looked after, show me someone that I can raise.
And when I need some understanding, show me someone who needs mine.
And when I think of myself only, draw my thoughts to those who are kind.
And when I’m so c----, show me someone who’s in need.
And when my eyes are blind to what is holy,
Let me see the Christ in each one who I feed.
Let me see the Christ, Christ in each one who I feed.
We are one global family, all colors, all races, one world united.
We dance for peace and the healing of our planet earth.
Peace for all nations.
Peace for our communities.
Peace within ourselves.
Let us connect heart to heart.
Through our diversity we recognize our unity.
Through our compassion we recognize peace.
Our love is the power to transform the world.
Let us send it out...
NOW!!
A long, strange trip with Michele B.