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Post by Grave on May 14, 2005 6:22:03 GMT -5
Twisted like a twig; a teenage son. Fallen, dry and dusty and roots not longer one
"Do not listen to the Old Garden..." said the twisting wind "… I am here to make you fly, here, take my wings.
Together in Love, sky shall be our home as we journey a new way, And along the path we will bring their homes down who walked upon you each day..."
Twig, twisted like a warp of time seemed to be mesmerized. It did not turn back to farewell the Garden father, it did not say Good Bye.
And then it leapt into the unseen, higher and higher than it ever had been. Eager to see the promised home of its dreams, it also thought about the heart of the wind.
But the joy was momentary, how could wind that it loved had lied ? He wasn't the only one in this home, he realized as he took a step inside.
Shattered love hurt like a piece of glass must hurt an eye, tears trickled down upon its face as it asked its Angel "WHY ?"
Wind replied with a wicked laughter "I need slaves to make me stronger and faster. Humanity never thanked me for the gifts I give, I wish to avenge for all the love I seek and I miss. These humans disrespect, I bring them down along with your help.
All of them like you I had to fool, I am sorry as I understand it hurts in love but this is what I must do. "
Twig, twisted like its own fate ran out with all its might, only to fall hard on ground of no gardens but corpse like his on all sides.
She went on and he cried...
Tears no less than fuel started to burn. And as its skin blazed it thought of the garden and the summer sun.
Slowly it stated to shrink as black and the death land caught fire.
Then Wind returned to push the flames to the nearest village, just so as she desired...
Grave(With Oceanic Ripples)
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Post by lizanne333 on May 14, 2005 10:52:33 GMT -5
Dearest Grave,
Absolutely beautiful! Thank you so mouch!
Would you please do me a favour?
Since I have difficutly understanding some of people's work as it was intended, would you please clarify for me the meaning of your poem, Twisted Like Reality?
Of coursse it will have menaing different to everyone that will read it, but so as not to becme confused betwen intent and my own personal perspective an interpretation for my benefit would be most ppreciated.
From ONe who becomes totally her given perspective at any given point in time, and either suffers from it or enjoy from it, sometimes projects outward her perspective onto others thinking there is menaing belonging to the othere when it may or may not be that way in the other mind. Either way, somethin is wrong and don't know how ot fix it!
Like, and bear with me, embarrassed here, is this poem about me? Part of me says how redkulous as others have sayd, yet when I read most of whats here, well it is like trying on a cloak and adjusting it to fit looking in the mirror and seeing it is me and now this cloak is my new idenity, adding all of my own understnading as patches on the sleeve.
Just how distorte d is this my frined!, once u were my friend.
Lizanne
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Post by lizanne333 on May 14, 2005 13:03:17 GMT -5
Grave, RB,JB,Falion,BB,EDINA,BIRD,and all I forgot, please read of these events of Zina Zalunardo in this town of Corvallis
May 5, 2005
Rejoice Shasta Lake is Full, again, Oh thanks be to the All, That mine eyes could view Such complete beauty!
For so long in the years of my travels I travailed at its' loss Banks barren, scarred, Condensed puddles of debris and all kinds of bacteria
What a time for a flushing out of such stuff it would have been As people became ill as the waters condensed
But the waters flowed in abundantly filling its' coffers to the rim To the limit of her capacity
Be warned should they recede Unless man introduces naturally a creature who feeds on such things
Then the waters, again, are not safe!
May 9, 2005
OH MY GOD! For Zena Zalunardo, beauteous one whereever you might now be!
Having traversed the waters of Her Majesty Drunk from the essence of Her flow Residing in me the memory of such tranquil beauty....I will remember you, as such, and always.
How could I know oh tranquil waters forever scarred by ensuing events That four days later, the day before the one of the Mother's that you would subjected to such horror!
STUDENT FOUND DEAD!
Oh, why does this have to be? Missing since Saturday, May 9th, Gina Zalunardo, 23, student at Oregon State Univeristy, disappeared from SLAUGHTERHOUSE ISLAND On Lake Shasta, California
Wonderful Mother's Day news splashed across the papers of this town delivering a shock of such intensity to my soul, that had just found peace and tranquility in the waters of Her shore.
"Suspicious death" they say and I am sure, as lovely as you are that the mountain claimed your spirit, nothing lost, but that 'twas deeds (hu)man turned your housing to dust!
Oh sweet Gina! I will always remember you Part of my shell died also and my soul doth travail Come unto me if but for awhile that I may hold you that my heart may gain peace!!
Tuesday, May 16th?
Oh sweetheart, what have you done? You were so beautiful, yet the moment hung heavy in the night, in the place that I love, swinging gently, throughout time, throughout space. Will the memory ever dissipate from my mind That hasty anger directed to yourself that I so understand? Could you not have waited it too would have passed
Ah well, little one All is and will be well again.
-lizanne
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Post by lizanne333 on May 14, 2005 14:13:44 GMT -5
AAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!
I DON'T UNDERSTAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!
lizanne
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Post by Grave on May 15, 2005 3:13:26 GMT -5
Would you please do me a favour? Since I have difficutly understanding some of people's work as it was intended, would you please clarify for me the meaning of your poem, Twisted Like Reality? Don't underestimate yourself Liz ======================================== ======================================== You are your best teacher.. why do you look for a second .. My perpective is useless as much as yours could be to any one else. We can only teach that we cannot teach. ======================================== ======================================== Remove this from your thought and you'd solve it. ======================================== ======================================== About a twig ======================================== ======================================== And I am still. Just that I am not getting enough time to log on. Please take care. I am sorry if you have felt this way. I'd be more responsible. Grave(Practicing The Nothing)
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Post by lizanne333 on May 15, 2005 7:49:37 GMT -5
Grave,
When I read the above, Grave, I thought I had offended the Father of All.
Truly, that which I am, and that which I have become, and that which I will be, I had to become. The suffering was too great! I think you may understand what I say!
I thought I had offended Moni, Peter, etal on the board. Maybe I have, please understand, I never wanted to hurt a soul. All that I have ever wanted was to become ONE with who I am, and who you be, and and and all others too. All I wanted to do was help people "see", my friend.
For it is so important don't you think? That all who will will now listen to me, may be delivered also? Is that too presumptuous of me?
Because of our blindness, and also those who refuse to "see", is this not the cause of ALL the SUFFERING upon the face of this Earth? Remember the story about Vincent van Gogh? Starry Starry Night? McClean
..."how you tried to help them see. Their not listening, their not listening still Perhaps, they never will.
For they could not love you AND YET YOUR LOVE WAS TRUE and and and.......
I could have told you Vincent, This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you!
Grave, I am one of these people, and I have always known this, but something, some horror was in the way. Some horrific nightmare was in me. Why, well guess you know part of the history. Is this the true reason?
So to you I say, I couldn't have come this far, seen as much as I have, understood as much as I have to this day, had it not been for you, Grave, and Moni and Peter, and especially you, because you were the first that approached me and asked me "What hurts you so bad, dear Lizanne?" Do you remember? ______________________________________________
At this point in time, Grave, the above makes absolutely no sense to me. How can you say that you have not taught me much, in your lending me your wisdom? Now, it is true that I have been searching, and I have come to you asking, but it is ridiculous to suggest that I have not learned from you, or Rested In Peace=in you.
There have been times you have posted, "Student Here" or "Learning Here", and I understand that too, for you, I know, have also, been "plucking wisdom" where you can. Don't we all help each other?
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Ok, Grave, I disagree with this some. Let me re-word here, ok? We can only "teach" when one asks. However, if one trusts another, we can Guide. We can also, because of our love OBSERVE the progress of another and because of our own journey we recognize certain signs, or signposts in another, as to where they are in their journey.
I can't say this enough, that the Source (The Father of All) is the same, while the path of each may and delightfully so, be different, there are unmistakable "landmarks" along the way that One who has traversed this path to the core of their Being, (The Father), recognizes in another who has chosen to walk their own path. If that individual looks to you, and trusts your perspective, then they will trust your opinion.
There are certain things that are COMMON TO ALL WO(MAN). Thank-God!, otherwise we would be so lost. So, if I recognize God in you dear Grave, and I have, then I look to God in you to REFLECT to God in me, and there is a RESONANCE, a recognition.
I can't tell you how happy I am to be able to sing this truth!
And now I see, and now I understand, that if I can see God in you, my friend, and recognize Him, and I can recognize Him in me, then now I look forward to recognizing God in All things! In all people, where he is AWAKENED, and in the trees where He never was asleep! In Blotter, Pamafli, Whitetree, Peter, Moni, my dog Calvin, and Jetta and all that cross my path!
Upon this Earth there is Asphalt
Upon this Earth there is Soil
Upon this Earth there is Gold
However, it is the Soil only that is the most precious Gold of all, for it holds life within it, it supports all live, its' richness and nurturance without which we cannot survive.
And now I understand what the Bible speaks of when it says In Heaven, the streets are paved with gold!
It truly has been here, heaven, nirvana, etc. all the time but we just haven't been able to see it.
And now it is time to preserve it, for there are those who will not see, and there are those who refuse to see, and they are the ones, and I used to be too, that are destroying themselves and in that process they are blindly destroying you and me, and Christ said "Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do."
And now I understand, now I understand, and now I see more. Tired as I am, I awoke this morn in hopes of meeting with you, and my clock said 3:33.33. I am not surprised anymore at this, for it indicates to me that FINALLY, I am at one (atone) in harmony, with nature and all things. Thanks, o thanks, o thanks, be to S(HE), etal. Is this atone=A TONE?, such as the never ending sounding of the LAST TRUMPET?
So Grave, these waters run deep, and for now I am the Ocean, I am the Sea. Will you not come and Partake in Me. I see you have, and I have also drunk from your cup, and you are a WAVE, a RIPPLE as you say, in ME.
So, if you will to practice nothing, I will to practice everything.
Somewhere in the middle, we will meet.
Truly, with the Highest Regard, and the Deepest Respect to you and ALL.
Lizanne
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Post by lizanne333 on May 16, 2005 8:51:50 GMT -5
Dear Grave,
I am still holding your poem and your "processing" and your twig and all of my feelings about all of this in me, and would appreciate your checking in, dear friend, as the burden is increasing, and would like some relief. There is much to discuss at least on my end. Don't leave me hanging, please.
Lizanne
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Post by lizanne333 on May 17, 2005 11:41:54 GMT -5
From the grave:
Since we are having difficulty being direct, I will play the roll of the twisted twig here Grave.
By the way, your mail is piling up, should you come this way out of reverie, or hibernation, or...or...or whereever you may be. Lizanne is missing you! ______________________________________________ ______________________________________________
These things must happen, Grave. We have so long lived in a World of Illusion. It is because of the illusion that there is so much suffering. My suffering, I cannot contain any longer, and the only way my suffering will abate is to expose the Illusion to me, as it has the been the Illusion of others that has trampled upon me. Within the home destroyed, a new and more perfect one will be built, both literally, illusion free, and metaphorically, within our Spiritual Self, and while it is painful at best, I thought I told you, warned you, that this was coming, and still I am here, and we can help each other restore ourselves, in the fashion that it should be more "naturally".
For Illusion is but a tool, my friend, it was never designed to step into permanently, and "live" daily inside of it, losing track of True Reality. Illusion is a gift, when used properly was designed as an adjunct to, providing the "spice" to life, for a time, and again there is no one who needs to understand this more than I. Illusion can also be used as in the case of Blotter's expression, to help the individual living within a distorted illusion, safely, "see" the illusion they have been living, helping them to "wake-up" that they might know when they are living in an illusion, and when their consciousness is living in reality. Understanding the difference between the two is essential! And I suspect, that what will be delivered here on the forum will be a Reality, which contains within it the fullness of all things, the ability to play at the World's reality when necessary, and also dance inside of fantasy when it is appropriate to do so.
As a twisted, distorted twig here on the forum, the twisiting and the lying illusion imposed upon me, imposed upon me in my youth, by those who were supposed to lead me to Truth and the Light, and all the goodness of life, I suppose I could have reacted as others have by:
Becoming a Society Hater, (and who knows, maybe I am)
Acting out physically in an angry fashion, organizing hateful groups, exploding bombs, or becoming a terrorist.
I once sat in the bay window seat wth Angela Davis in Oakland, years ago. I recognized in her the same that was in me, and I believe, by her response to me, that she may have seen in me something similar in her.
She, chose a more volatile method of forcing society to face its' inappropriate actions born of its' illusion, that all (wo)men are NOT created equal!, causing a suffering of a people society had discarded as inferior; slaves in fact. Believe me, there is NO SLAVE in that woman that I saw!; I saw an incredible powerful contribution to humanity.
Now, instead of my choosing to violently act out, I would prefer the pen, as ultimately, it is the best non-physically violent method of exposing the lie!
Via the pen, transformation may be offered to another, and while it hurts the psyche, it does not penetrate the physicality, the housing in which the spirit resides.
Or would you have me, a twisted and deformed branch of the cypress tree in Carmel, toss my physicality upon the fire, consuming my body; thus releasing my soul, that I would no longer have the vehicle in which to expose the fraudulent behaviours of the blind destroyers of this Earth? And then what? Will the blind continue to follow each other as lemmings, falling one after the other off the cliffs back into the sea of the ALL, from which they came? Would they not then have missed the greatest opportunity of all, which is, yes, the painful growth of their God-given Spirit, into mortal bodies, that the Spirit will then consume the flesh that their specific consciousness may be consciously aware of Itself, throughout Eternity? That would be Acension, my friend!
Paraphrasing what I remember in the Bible:
"....and they shall not all die, but in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet......." What, we ascend?
I suspect, and I see this in still clouded vision, that in fact, as we locate our God-given Spirit inside of ourselves, and allow It to show us the way from the inside out, and as we trust it (ourselves) more, that It expands, as light essence inside of us, truly consuming as a fire, the "gross" physicality of our bodies, that the Spirit, now losing its' housing, will begin to naturally rise, as the gross form of gravity having subjected the body to its' properties of attraction will no longer be able to hold the Spirit down.
And now Dear Grave until you come forward, should you come forward, this is just one reaction to the profundity of your poem, Twisted Like Reality.
Hoping to hear from you soon.
Lizanne 8-)lost my sunglasses, didn't know I would find them here in the forum!
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Post by Falion on May 19, 2005 13:09:55 GMT -5
How do i go about starting a new topic?....anybody?.....hello?
Well im just curious as to everyones feelings on whats going on in IraQ....?....
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Post by lizanne333 on May 19, 2005 13:19:04 GMT -5
Falion says:
Falion,
Just IRAQ will do! and (RWANDA, and and and WASHINGTON too.)
Lizanne
You know, Falion-the discussion of the horrific details, me thinks we all know about; possibly, we could develop a new vision-since we now have the power to do so, and discuss the hope, and discover the true vision of the culture, of the people, of the suffering ones, envisioning the healing they need, and the restoration of the dignity they are entitled to, and and and, well the others, we also have the power as ONE to turn away from them, but let's focus upon a True stability in the area, that maybe one of "us" will make His voice heard in the region, coming forward with this incredible vision, and le'ts bring our people home as the vision plays out, and those who would interfere, well if they choose not to jump on board the Soul Train, then they will have to drown in their own $$, Banished! forever. Add to this vision the peace of your soul, the love of your heart, and let it be!
Lizanne
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Post by Falion on May 19, 2005 13:24:22 GMT -5
No. JUSt Iraq.....your (everyones) feelings on the Iraq situation.
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Post by lizanne333 on May 19, 2005 13:36:47 GMT -5
Falion,
I modified the last post, ok, please read and then start a new thread!
Lizanne
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Post by Grave on May 23, 2005 8:35:13 GMT -5
If I understand, I’d call it Illusion. =============================================================== [Liz Say:] I thought I had offended Moni, Peter, etal on the board. Maybe I have, please understand, I never wanted to hurt a soul. All that I have ever wanted was to become ONE with who I am, and who you be, and and and all others too. All I wanted to do was help people "see", my friend. [/Liz End]
Who is "I"? Who is Lizzane? What is "Want"?
Imagine your PERFECT WORLD, then remember that "Is" has imagined it much better for you.
But if you wish to be delivered to IS and want to stop imagining, then Dear LIz..."lets stop imagining :-) "
No, Trust me ... No
You were not meant to be here and still you came.. is there another force ? A new concept I'd want to learn.
Much cause, yes, but much reason? I love when you think.
I'll tell you a secret: Words spoken are useless, words understood are precious. Those who deserve compliments are the ones who understand.. not the ones who speak. [/color] Shall we remember this for every person YOU and I speak to? :-) ============================================================== You Imagined Dear Liz.. just like we imagine that we can comfort. And this is not humbleness.. this is a fact. =============================================================== We serve each other, we are not greater than the next us. Yes we do this, and this is as much false, as much a play. [Liz speaks] Quote:We can only teach that we cannot teach. Ok, Grave, I disagree with this some. Let me re-word here, ok? We can only "teach" when one asks. However, if one trusts another, we can Guide. [/quote] I and my "we" cannot. And you are right for your "we". YES, it is so true. And those who'd trust my opinion, I could tell them "Trust me when I say .. don't trust my opinions" Liz, its beautiful, thank you, and I am not there at all... you are, and "I" is You are, and "I" is. From this perspective, things you want for all the rest will be desired by your thoughts. :-) My dear friend, I thought we already are together, because I thought…. Everything indeed is Nothing Thanks
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Post by lizanne333 on Jun 12, 2005 8:10:15 GMT -5
Posted by Grave on 5/14/05 at 7:22 SKKKKKKKKKKKKKIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDDDDDDDRRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTPPPPPP!Hold them horses, Willy! Stop, l ::)k, listen now, Little girl, look what's goin downnnn! Ok, Gravely I am not sure here, but one could call you a prophet, no? Actually, no you are not a prophet, sir....... You are a hypnotist. You knew that i was permeable. You knew when I read this poem That I would "probably personalize it and become it" And truly, it is true in that I understand that I have a lot of anger 'bout what has been done to me. I have not been aware that I have been acting in a "passive agressive fashion" here on the forum, taking out my anger on the participants, unbeknownst to myself. Clever, friend, really clever...... And so it seems, that with yesterday's activity I am about to bring about the destruction of this sacred place...... Is the answer to leave? I don't think so, cause that would be defeat....I guess I must change, or let go of something here, so as not to inflict myself on the people's, all of them that I love, so much. Help me with this Grave, pleasse? I know you understand what I am talking about..... This house must be restored, and my "vice grip" must be released.....as it is a house of creativity, and I am just a part of that....not the whole thing, and what good is it if there is nobody to play with? awaiting your reply here, or somewhere else, it is open -Lizanne
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Post by lizanne333 on Jun 12, 2005 12:27:34 GMT -5
Grave and the song runnin' thru my brain
baby come back any kind of fool can see I was wrong And I just can't live without you your help!
_lizanne
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