Mira is regarded as an incarnation of Radha. She was born in Samvat 1557 or 1499 A.D. in the village Kurkhi, near Merta, a small state in Marwar, Rajasthan. Mira was the daughter of Ratan Singh Ranthor and the grand-daughter of Dudaji of Merta. The Ranthors of Merta were great devotees of Vishnu. Mira Bai was brought up amidst Vaishnava influence, which moulded her life in the path of devotion towards Lord Krishna. She learnt to worship Sri Krishna from her childhood. When she was four years of age, she manifested religious tendencies. Once there was a marriage procession in front of her residence. The bridegroom was nicely dressed. Mira, who was only a child, saw the bridegroom and said to her mother innocently, "Dear mother, who is my bridegroom?". Mira’s mother smiled, and half in jest and half in earnest, pointed towards the image of Sri Krishna and said, "My dear Mira, Lord Krishna—this beautiful image—is your bridegroom". Child Mira began to love the idol of Krishna very much. She spent much of her time in bathing and dressing the image. She worshipped the image. She slept with the image. She danced about the image in ecstasy. She sang beautiful songs in front of the image. She used to talk to the idol. Mira’s father arranged for her marriage with Rana Kumbha of Chitore, in Mewar. Mira was a very dutiful wife. She obeyed her husband’s commands implicitly. After her household duties were over, she would go to the temple of Lord Krishna, worship, sing and dance before the image daily. The little image would get up, embrace Mira, play on the flute and talk to her. Rana’s mother and other ladies of the house did not like the ways of Mira, as they were worldly-minded and jealous. They were all annoyed with her. Mira’s mother-in-law forced her to worship Durga and admonished her often. But Mira stood adamant. She said, "I have already given up my life to my beloved Lord Krishna". Mira’s sister-in-law Udabai formed a conspiracy and began to defame the innocent Mira. She informed Rana Kumbha that Mira was in secret love with others, that she with her own eyes had witnessed Mira in the temple with her lovers, and that she would show him the persons if he would accompany her one night. She further added that Mira, by her conduct, had brought a great slur on the reputation of the Rana family of Chitore. Rana Kumbha was very much enraged. He straightaway ran with sword in hand towards the inner apartments of Mira. Fortunately, Mira was not in her room. A kind relative of the Rana checked him and said, "Look here Rana! Do not be in haste. You will repent later on. Consider well. Enquire into the matter very carefully. Find out the truth. Mira is a great devotional lady. What you have heard now may be a wild rumour only. Out of sheer jealousy some ladies might have concocted a cock-and-bull story against Mira to ruin her. Be cool now". Rana Kumbha agreed to the wise counsel of his relative. The Rana’s sister took him to the temple at dead of night. Rana Kumbha broke open the door, rushed inside and found Mira alone in her ecstatic mood talking to the idol. The Rana said to Mira, "Mira, with whom are you talking now? Show me this lover of yours". Mira replied, "There sits He—my Lord—the Nanichora who has stolen my heart". She fainted. There was a wild rumour that Mira was mixing very freely with Sadhus. She, no doubt, had great regard for Sadhus and mixed freely with them. Mira never cared a bit for the meaningless scandals. She stood unruffled. Mira was persecuted in various ways by the Rana and his relatives. She got the same treatment which Prahlad got from his father Hiranyakasipu. Hari shielded Prahlad. Here, Sri Krishna always stood by the side of Mira. Once the Rana sent a cobra in a basket to Mira with the message that it contained a garland of flowers. Mira took her bath and sat for worship. After finishing her meditation, she opened the basket and found inside a lovely idol of Sri Krishna and a garland of flowers. Then the Rana sent her a cup of poison with the message that it was nectar. Mira offered it to Lord Krishna and took it as His Prasad. It was real nectar to her. Then the Rana sent a bed of nails for Mira to sleep on. Mira finished her worship and slept on the bed of nails. Lo! The bed of nails was transformed into a bed of roses. When Mira was thus tortured by her husband’s relatives, she sent a letter to Tulsidasji and asked the advice of the saint. She wrote thus: "All my relatives trouble me, because I move amongst Sadhus. I cannot carry on my devotional practices in the house. I have made Giridhar Gopal my friend from my very childhood. I am strongly attached to Him. I cannot break that attachment now". Tulsidasji sent a reply: "Abandon those who do not worship Rama and Sita as if they are your enemies, even though they are your dearest relatives. Prahlad abandoned his father; Vibhishana left his brother Ravana; Bharata deserted his mother; Bali forsook even his Guru; the Gopis, the women of Vraja, disowned their husbands in order to attain the Lord. Their lives were all the happier for having done so. The opinion of holy saints is that the relation with God and love of God alone is true and eternal; all other relationships are unreal and temporary". Once Akbar and his court musician Tansen came in disguise to Chitore to hear Mira’s devotional and inspiring songs. Both entered the temple and listened to Mira’s soul-stirring songs to their heart’s content. Akbar was really moved. Before he departed, he touched the holy feet of Mira and placed a necklace of emeralds in front of the idol as a present. Somehow the news reached the Rana that Akbar had entered the temple in disguise, touched the feet of Mira and even presented her a necklace. The Rana became furious. He told Mira, "Drown yourself in the river and never show your face to the world in future. You have brought great disgrace on my family". Mira obeyed the words of her husband. She proceeded to the river to drown herself. The names of the Lord "Govind, Giridhari, Gopal" were always on her lips. She sang and danced in ecstasy on her way to the river. When she raised her feet from the ground, a hand from behind grasped her. She turned behind and saw her beloved Krishna. She fainted. After a few minutes she opened her eyes. Lord Krishna smiled and spoke to her these words: "My dear Mira, your life with this mortal husband is over now. You are absolutely free. Be cheerful. You are Mine. Immediately proceed to the bowers of Vraja and the avenues of Brindavan. Seek Me there, my child. Be quick". He then disappeared. Mira obeyed the divine call immediately. She walked barefoot on the hot sandy beds of Rajasthan. On her way, she was received by many ladies, children and devotees with great hospitality. She reached Brindavan. She found out her Flute-bearer there. She went about Brindavan begging for her food and worshipped in the Govinda Mandir which has since become famous and is now a place of pilgrimage. Her devotees of Chitore came to Brindavan to see Mira. Rana Kumbha came to Mira in the disguise of a mendicant, revealed himself and repented for his previous wrongs and cruel deeds. Mira at once prostrated before her husband. Jiva Gosain was the head of the Vaishnavites in Brindavan. Mira wanted to have Darshan of Jiva Gosain. He declined to see her. He sent word to Mira that he would not allow any woman in his presence. Mira Bai retorted: "Everybody in Brindavan is a woman. Only Giridhar Gopal is Purusha. Today only I have come to know that there is another Purusha besides Krishna in Brindavan". Jiva Gosain was put to shame. He thought that Mira was a great devotional lady. He at once went to see Mira and paid her due respects. Mira’s fame spread far and wide. So many princesses and queens have come and gone. So many Ranis, Kumaris and Maharanis have appeared on the stage of this world and vanished. How is it that the queen of Chitore alone is still remembered? Is this on account of her beauty? Is this on account of her poetic skill? No. It is on account of her renunciation, one-pointed devotion to Lord Krishna and God-realisation. She came face to face with Krishna. She conversed with Krishna. She ate with Krishna—her Beloved. She drank the Krishna-prema-rasa. She has sung from the core of her heart the music of her soul, the music of her Beloved, her unique spiritual experiences. And she has sung songs of surrender and Prem. Mira had the beautiful cosmic vision. She saw Krishna in the tree, in the stone, in the creeper, in the flower, in the bird, in all beings—in everything. As long as there is the name of Krishna, there will be the name of Mira also. It is extremely difficult to find a parallel to this wonderful personality—Mira—a saint, a philosopher, a poet and a sage. She was a versatile genius and a magnanimous soul. Her life has a singular charm, with extraordinary beauty and marvel. She was a princess, but she abandoned the pleasures and luxuries incident to her high station, and chose instead, a life of poverty, austerity, Tyaga, Titiksha and Vairagya. Though she was a delicate young lady, she entered the perilous journey on the spiritual path amidst various difficulties. She underwent various ordeals with undaunted courage and intrepidity. She stood adamant in her resolve. She had a gigantic will. Mira’s songs infuse faith, courage, devotion and love of God in the minds of the readers. They inspire the aspirants to take to the path of devotion and they produce in them a marvellous thrill and a melting of the heart. Mira’s earthly life was full of troubles and difficulties. She was persecuted. She was tormented and yet she kept up an undaunted spirit and a balanced mind all through, by the strength of her devotion and the grace of her beloved Krishna. Though she was a princess, she begged alms and lived sometimes on water alone. She led a life of perfect renunciation and self-surrender. Mira had Raganuga or Ragatmika Bhakti. She never cared for public criticism and the injunctions of the Shastras. She danced in the streets. She did no ritualistic worship. She had spontaneous love for Lord Krishna. She did not practise Sadhana-bhakti. From her very childhood she poured forth her love on Lord Krishna. Krishna was her husband, father, mother, friend, relative and Guru. Krishna was her Prananath. Mira had finished the preliminary modes of worship in her previous birth. Mira was fearless in her nature, simple in her habits, joyous in her disposition, amiable in her deportment, graceful in her behaviour and elegant in her demeanour. She immersed herself in the love of Giridhar Gopal. The name of Giridhar Gopal was always on her lips. Even in her dreams, she lived and had her being in Sri Krishna. In her divine intoxication, Mira danced in public places. She had no sex-idea. Her exalted state could not be adequately described in words. She was sunk in the ocean of Prem. She had no consciousness of her body and surroundings. Who could gauge the depth of her devotion? Who could understand her internal Premamaya state of Maha-bhava? Who could measure the capacity of her large heart? Mira wafted the fragrance of devotion far and wide. Those who came in contact with her were affected by her strong current of Prem. Mira was like Lord Gauranga. She was an embodiment of love and innocence. Her heart was the temple of devotion. Her face was the lotus-flower of Prem. There was kindness in her look, love in her talk, joy in her discourses, power in her speech and fervour in her songs. What a marvellous lady! What a wonderful personality! What a charming figure! Mira’s mystic songs act as a soothing balm to the wounded hearts and tired nerves of those who toil in this world with the heavy burden of life. The sweet music of her songs exerts a benign influence on the hearers, removes discord and disharmony, and lulls them to sleep. Mira’s language of love is so powerful that even a downright atheist will be moved by her devotional songs. Mira acted her part well on the stage of the world. She taught the world the way to love God. She rowed her boat dexterously in a stormy sea of family troubles and difficulties and reached the other shore of supreme peace and absolute fearlessness—the kingdom of supreme love. She belonged to the gentle fair sex and yet how undaunted in spirit and how courageous she was! Though she was young, she bore the persecutions silently. She endured the piercing taunts and sarcastic criticisms of the world bravely. She has left an indelible impression on the world and her name will be handed down to posterity. From Brindavan, Mira proceeded to Dwaraka. There she was absorbed in the image of Lord Krishna at the temple of Ranchod.
I'm sorry I feel so bad not working while other people do work.. and deal with school and life and i just do nothing, i wish more people would just do nothing, i feel like.. i had something, now its mostly fake, because things are too good, its like they are so perfect, and they make sense, but outwardly, I lose something, I mean the perfection is immanent, its like you could have to best health, and its just too good, you've got to take it down a notch in some way it just happens, so the government comes along and gives me all of this money, and think this must be it, the amrita, and yet, its just bullshit, its just a big hunk of nothing for me to be attached to, I guess its true, I really do have to learn to drive, one way or another, that or to wander, maybe it'll be alright, and it doesn't matter its just an illusion, I have everything that I could need, and I'm going to be in a place where I can think and use it to live my life, I keep getting this image of riding in a car, watching the world pass by, just totally free, soaring. It could even be walking, just going out and finding ways to live to the fullest, sometimes every motion and scene just lines up like a perfect syzygy and it explains something deeper than words, moving and knowing when to stop and righting on the cosmic wave, its all we can do, i'm honest, I am free, I want to bring everyone with me, but its okay, I can only bring myself, I will find everyone again, over there, and every one will have their time, and its probably just the beginning, even though it seems like the end, it seems like endless partying, nature parties, quiet parties, loud parties, alone and peaceful parties. Like Siberia, if we could just get enough people together, to live out and be free, willing to pitch in and see what happens, what would happen? Something. Why do it, well I suppose there is no reason, but sometimes, its just life, theres so many ways of living that we never see, because of our culture and our worldview, its all swallowed up by the mainstream, until you really go deeper and you pull something out yourself... its hard, but its worth it I see, right now I'm happy that my plants are finally starting to grow, I'm not sure even what they are, I put many seeds in my pot over the months, but nothing really ever grew, but now, I've poured the water in and some sprouts have risen grows, theres definitely some herb in there, and morning glories, in the seed is the blossom, and everything, in the seed, is the peak, every stage is beautiful. Its a small thing, its just plants growing but to me its huge it represents everything. I am the creator of everything, and so with their plants and the path they travel across existence, so all the great spirits shall be pleased and expound truly, to us the people, so art shall come to mean something, and carry the knowledge of how to live, and be happy. Happiness doesn't come from just doing nothing, or maybe it does, happiness is writing on and on into the rising sun, out there in the night, i've never passed through the door, or indeed its been a while, and I'll do it again, but my heart keeps me here, away from the cold of the night, but cool like the rain clouds. T-shirts and days passing, feelings in each day, are they just in cycles, some say they follow the moon, for me I believe it, but from moment to moment nothing changes, gradually, I stop thinking about it, the snow are ground melts, I can see the grass again, some of it is still green, the people, everywhere, still talking about what they do, talking about me, and my skirt, and wondering. Why do I do it? Is life not a show, I dress in dreams, and yet would be unclothed if only i was warm enough, but clothes are comfortable. My life is pretty pointless, I have nothing to say, as creator of all, I am weary, i seek answers, and apparently only I can give them to myself... they come from a part of me that is like the sky, the clouds drift in and out, is that the moon in the afternoon, the songs blasting away in some blokes headphones as I sit in ecstasy, and live my life. Those who are like me, their spirits are around, and there is a deep kinship, beyond bodies, and beyond forms, at the base of existence, because there is not one creator, but many, yet we all work as one, by coincidence, by fate, bringing forth what is, it is a job like any other job. it is a way to be, though karma lives and the days pass like they do, with all kind of ways and all kinds of ornaments, and hoopla I wonder if I'll ever meet that same unadulterated simplicity, I had once known. Flo, I summon thee! The deer in the lake, the woman by the bridge, the voices, of the town, I am a good cuckold. They follow me, but you, we meet and are away, they could never take that away from us, they are fooled, but love always finds a way, and why it has grown like this I do not know, why we can't be true and free who we are, why some will not hear the truth. Of course I'll break free from this pointlessness and into the real, where there is that thing that I'm missing it is not any word, it is the true religion, the authentic feeling, and it can be passed on, and it will rise up and change everything, nature dominates me, and I succumb to it, again and again, nature becomes me and fills me, offers its patterns, we imitate, without conception, like the plants, our cities, are cellular. The apostrophe's are like tiny blessings, they bring out love, in many directions, bring back to good times! the spirits are aligned! Firavay inti odel medo ru hi velef edifni, Lyu niad odan rayem aime nia felae runo yadrinu parv yadrinu yame I don't think anyone can deny knowing what this means intuitively, because it is it the primal vibration, but its different its strange how this happened, it doesn't reflect reality, i get too caught up in fantasies, it blurs the line for those who cannot see for themselves, what is real and not, but who can't see for themselves, we all know, and we all do what we need to do, we pursue the call of our hearts, and live out what is true for us, personal truth, which is not always meant to be shared, but me, I find myself sharing it all the time, its just a part of who I am, a part of what I am called to do here, and so I accept that. I wonder what it means what we are doing, now that love is split, there is you, and there is Flo, but really there is no one, I can't believe I'm acting like that. I feel bad about it, what do you think? Flo is fine with it, she wonders why I feel so bad, what does all of it mean so much its just the writings coming true, the world that was written into existence, the ancient art... it is being taught, from somewhere, unclear, from everywhere, the book really is everywhere, and there is no need to fear, because written or unwritten, it doesn't matter, I feel like this is an entirely different world from where I started out from, or I have learned things that have totally changed my view of things, I live a different kind of life, but I'm happy, because I'm learning... or is it just a rouse, sometimes I wish it would go away, these are the seasons of my own soul, yet it persists, I am not yet so steady, I shift as everything around my shifts, I move with it, as it. And love is everything, the songs drift through my head, music, remember how it always has been, us together, simply as this, without any idea of it even, just naturally, we came to be like this, what we have is so beautifully knit, and yet so fragile, like dainties, all of us are part of it, equals, in one great circle, I am no better and no worse than anyone, its not all exactly like me, but I put in as much as anyone else does, and I get what I need to get, theres a strange kind of reason to it all, something that we act on, because its just embedded in us, its like we remember, maybe from past lives, maybe the land around us explains to us in hidden ways, it hasn't yet become fully clear to me for long enough to understand, and it probably never will to bring this back, to resurrect the thoughts that bring forth the meaning of life, in a book called hooked: a philosophical outlook on life. Everything has a reason, but I don't care, these words are perhaps useless, to use as my own, because they only come from nothing, they write themselves, I just stand by, are they the reason for this, the letters, and the words... they do so much sometimes.. and yeah, why do I do it, the first answer i can thinkk of is I don't know, it has to do with learning something, somehow suffering, makes you a better person, not senseless suffering, suffering for no reason, but if life gives you suffering, take it as a gift, a strange kind of seed, of the most beautiful flower are these not insane and dangerous thoughts, but theyre still so beautiful, i love them, and i trust that they'll turn out alright after all everyone is the same person and you must trust and love yourself unconditionally when we all come together to see this, that is whats really happening now and I admit it scares me, but I'll go into it, because its what I've been trying to do for so long, I know I would not have done all of that for no reason, we are all one I know it, i love you! ut on the other hand i'm incredible thankful and excited at the possibilities, so much good is gonna come out of this, its not gonna feel wierd like that for too long, some amazing things are gonna happen, things i know nothing about, life is full of suprises, and ive just begun, to think that i actually know is just foolish but hey... sometimes i remember i get a sense that theres people whove actually lived out there, and i kind of just do what i do, i describe the waves that they have made, but perhaps one day i will be them and i will really know, or else the lights so beautiful now at the beginning of the day... im ggonna go out, what is there to do now but blaze until i can't any more and get sad again... something about it, may the Pomo bless this path, and all that, I am off... i have no idea whats out there but maybe im just enlightened and this is the way i am supposed to live this life, enjoying the gifts of senses, pursuing survival, and ever greater happiness and love aigy saiyazen... i ask this of the spirits is there any other way? make it clear in my life or give me resolve ye fiends!! praise be to feeling, to senses, from which arise praise and feeling and bliss, i worship those nerves, so close, going everywhere, saying doing everything, natural electricity, the suprise of celestial ringing, hearing, even knowing silence, even the emptiness of it all, the triteness, oh senses, what are they, what could they show me, the mind these movements of the world, the taste, a bong hit feeling itself disintegrate, knowing only a few moments of life, yet it always was and always will be, like the rain, the ocean, delta and the apple juice are one... we sing however, ringing centuries of this second, not worth anything, why? an amplifier, a sense of loss, no, they were not necessary, and so they left senses, driven, compelled by forces unknown, are they the angels, and the wise ones, the gods and goddesses, the constitution of our experience, in this world bridges.. like friends, yet I know I am still alone, strangely, and so I delve on further, only out of habit, only out of awaynesss, wandering in commotion for no true reason, asking nothing and bringing out nothing. all the lakes speckles across the land, giant jellybeans, the walls of rice, hands like swings, time, what is it, stupid pointless waiting, wisdom, and old age, there is nothing to learn, nothing to write, yet here I am again and again, dying. To become the dirt, and to be a planet unto myself, and walk around and make love to the world this is life, this is all it ever was, miraculous, and true, where is the sun, the sky? where do the little blue jays dwell out of sight whose coos are so real and so true still, among these shapes and this racket, in this house. In this house, this shrine upon the earth, built, and I lived here, I knew this place, and its stories, became my own, to the extent that my history was written in the woods, suppressed and confused, now emerging again. But none of it is mine, and none of it has to do with I, but I use it just to sound natural, and to sound poetic, but why is poetry, based in such non truth, or is it all true, yet misleading, the ugliness of a true statement, it stands alone, it lives on its own terms and has nothing to do with the way things have been going, truth destroys everything. But I don't know what truth is, if its not this. Shyness, flowers are quiet, woods are quiet, still people come in, shyness is everywhere, the whole world is shy, im shy and you're shy, by and by its alright, why so much need to break ice that forms so beautifully.. maybe itll melt down over days in the sweet sunrays, we'll be somewhere between Oahu and Machu Pichu, laughing yet still basically the same, because nothing ever changes, and we love eachother very much, because the wind is like air, and the crows make sounds too! and i'm on the floor writing this, i want to write on the floor and into the walls.. but the system what system? theres no system at all here, its all just nfognof ninini running, the joy of running ninini the tired feeling oh yeah, why do i run ninini ninini i will not leave this spot at the same time, i strongly dislike my parents, and perhaps really all people, at certain moments, its sucks a lot, its like they exist to make life more difficult than it needs to be, maybe their just getting old, im suprised at my lack of compassion but it just doesn't seem like its right idk i dont feel like other people relationship with their parents is like this... its just like they do so much that is inherently bad, idk.. how long this is going to last even after we move but hopefully that will make it better, what needs to happen will.. i just told them i dont come from you.. stop honoring me as your child, because im not... i created all of this, i've been saying that sense the beginning i guess i should keep doing that... theyre like little kids, like hypnotized or something.. constantly want to talk about stuff that i don't care about at all, but i have waited through it many times, fuck that, its like i was reading this zen story about a guy who goes to get consumation (i guess that means enlightenment) and he meets an old guy who asks him where hes going over and over again and they are both going to the same place so the old guy follows him and the guy is like, stop and the old guy is like well thats not very compassionate, i'm the buddha! haha and he flies away.. its like, there are no buddhas, its just like i strongly dislike these people... idk why, i'm just on my own out here, i have flo, but shes just a fairy, and you but you're far off, i'm not asking for anything, i guess this is the way it is, i need to realize that.. and do something, because this is gonna make me crazy. definitely getting a tent this spring, praying that it will come fast, i hope this is the right thing... do you want me to replace that tent that you gave me, maybe i can find a new rod or just get a new one, idk its like i dont care about people on the other hand i do am i selfish i feel like it, like i just manipulate people its kind of scary, thats what i feel like when i go to buddhist temples, and churches, i dont think i should go there, but something about it is good too i guess theres a lot of parts of myself i like having power, or i guess i like dressing up and going to places like acting like im a zen person, so what it doesn't mean anything but just want to be as honest as possible i dont think i should have something no one else has if there really are other people, but there are not nothing has ever happened and nothing has ever existed everything is emptiness... idk.. :/ it hurts its just the way it is.. idk.. ill never be anything i dont even know what that means.. i suck, im so submissive to everything, i have to be... i'm a slave to everything, i guess i should say that at least its something i havent said before, maybe exactly what i should say, its the truth and the truth will set me free, do i really like it, no.. im just that weak i was taught that this was wrong, but maybe its right for me individually.. i dont like it but in a way i do, i hate that its like that..its like theres two people, like there is something to hide, i guess its just that i'm two-spirited thats why im so narcissistic seeming.. i guess.. i dont fucking know, this is too much it might seem like im doing shit.. im just trying to honest, you know, so it can be resolved you are the only person so far who i trust to say this stuff to and i need to express it somewhere im sorry, thanks you're a really awesome person, but its like why do i like it, why do i like being degraded and feeling helpless? i like it but i hate it, maybe i like it because i hate it... okay you know what im fine, im just really tired of never having any privacy.. and always having to see these people who have their own psychological stuff going on, on top of my own but in 4 days thats going to change, it only seems bad right now, i dont even know why.. alll this sadness i wanna say its this and this i dont know what it is it felt so good to cry though, it was like orgasms in my heart, everywhere.. but so sad at the same time, but just love.. and Flo is there and I know it will be okay.. its just a bad trip, and itll go away.. yeah i need to remember not to trip, ive done it.. i remember how its like.. its too much, its crazy that this is like that.. sometimes i feel like that, just stuck between things that are ill at ease with me, infinitely, its the worst, but love comes through.. love is everything.. its so crazy.. but thats what it is.. this is a different world, this is just life.. it has nothing to do with other peoples lives i cant use that as a reference Siberia <3 but in the in theres love, through the good and the bad, and we are all eachothers parent and eachothers children at the same time we are each other's other, pretty sweet huh? all of it falls away, and whats left is what is real, cya, or should i say, kaya, sisterino Life is a communal mystical experience, i believe if it can be shared then it is, it appears to everyone theres horse on my hip theres a horse on my hip theres a horse on my hip and their looking for it all through the meadows with a blossoming mane theres a horse on my hip and she drives me insane when theres dew on the windows and theres piss in the rain we ride in the wildness, flying back to whence we came while the school kids count cabbages boring holes in their minds the horse on my hip is the mare that does shine i love her so greatly we're each others other for i am the sweet maid who has borrowd your butter so hear ye oh fairies do look kindly on me, as i dance for forever, on the way to wanti with the one who is changing but she comes with a smile when im down and she offers to stay for a while though shes always there so shyly life is funny in these ways because those moment are the best and i know in my heart i am deeply blessed it is nice to be so simple and free with the beauty of beauties of the caspian sea none of it could be true though, it all must just have been made up..distractions, contraptions.. everything is g-d!!! im just a fairy far from home, its true, im just a girl afraid of the big world, afraid of the people around me.. in a wierd body.. in a family thats crazy, it doesnt have to do with submissiveness it just has to do with whats true, i guess with wanting to feel love, openly for who i am.. but its like who cares.. i mean.. maybe i should get a sex change.. but no one would understand and you have to talk so much about it before hand and plus it costs way too much.. i wish i could.. but its too much.. or maybe i can, ill just save up for it.. idk.. thats such a big thing.. thats actually a lot of it though.. just i mean how people act.. its so messed up im sorry to complain all this time, im really just thinking out loud.. maybe thats my purpose, to go through this journey.. or something, maybe its just a metaphor ill just move out.. in with a quiet person.. or maybe even alone.. then i can just be me.. and not worry, i can get a job or whatever..whatever i can chill out and go to sleep its all so big, but im just being dramatic i tihnk
To be incarnate in a human body is to know exquisite pleasure. I imagine that when souls choose to incarnate they do so largely because they want to put on a body and feel the lusciousness of being human: of flesh upon flesh, of swimming in cool water on a hot summer's day, of eating chocolate and strawberries, of dancing and yoga, of stroking an animal's soft fur, of making and witnessing art, of warming in front of a fire, of mud baths and hot springs, of smelling incense and flowers, of nibbling a baby's fat thigh. For we Pagani, all glory is in embodiment. We don't honor asceticism, chastity, or restraint. There is no reason to deny the pleasures of the flesh. All mutually consensual and pleasurable sex is holy. All variations on the human form are lovely and beloved. Our sacraments include taking care of oneself and one's body, of each other's body, of animals, children, and the land. We seek the pleasure in eating and shitting, in crying and bleeding, in sex and dancing, sleeping, stretching, breathing. To make beauty is a holy thing: to plant a flower, prepare an altar, pick up litter, carve a toy, sweep a stoop, cook a meal, or paint a picture. We practice bearing witness to the beauty in others. If I could do nothing more than reflect back to my son the beauty that shines in his face and his whole being, then I have been a good mother. Sustainable Soul making requires sustainable bliss making. This is something Tribal Elders all knew, and more and more people, (some of them here) become aware of every day. It is true that when the genes get enough 'implosion in their braiding', it produces a 'quantun' effect which sends magnetism through the speed of light, and then with fractal geomantics - potentially into the Heart of the Sun and Beyond. This is an ability inherent, but usually latent in hu-mans, unless deliberately activated. But....... just as any tornado can lose it's ability to sustain self-organization - the vortex in the DNA (starfire) which, when implosive through light speed, enables 'samadhi' states, lucid dreaming, memory through death and more - can be lost, as has happened to the annunaki remnant, despite their use of WPG and external sources of neurochemicals. These 'artificial' means are addictive and at best a temporary 'fix', ultimately leading nowhere, except to an endless cycle of fruitless dependence. Well, no prizes for guessing how the magnetism in the DNA feels about being stuck below the speed of light? You got it! It feels trapped....not to mention terrified. So what is the way out? Go figure. again ... and again ... and again .... LoPhi, CrystalSinger ... ... Incidentally ... ... 'LoPhi' signifies 'Long Wave, Phi Ratio' ... witch ... simply means 'LOVE' ... but..... there is also a 'hidden' meaning besides..... which... (as all the best things are) is left for you to find out for yourself .... Love is Me, Love is You, Love will find a Way, Love is Infinite and Eternal ... Love allows communications to have superluminal characteristics. Love allows and creates the best way to share anything. It can share anything because the perfect recursion produces perfect spin density, perfect implosion, perfect data compression, perfect connectivity, perfect information density, perfect embedding, perfect symmetry, perfect phase conjugation, perfect balance between equilibria/ between liquid/crystal, the perfect way to sort anything (magnetic, liquid or gaseous), the perfect way to scale anything, the perfect (and only way) a wave can re-enter itself non-destructively (self re-entry), the perfect magnetic monopole, the perfect scalar wave, the perfect superstring connector (black hole), the perfect mirror of a "singularity". The reflection of perfection. Love is the path to Unity, the Stillness of the Whole, the Singularity, the One, the Source For bifurcated individuated pieces to experience this in self-referenced awareness of all aspects of self, the collective of coherent platforms composing the essence of Self, must order to the prime coherent bond that ideally reflects the Original Whole. The collective of vibrations comprising the whole of individuated self must choose to align with the fundamental sustaining ideal coherency. This is an alignment, attunement or atonement (at-one-ment) with the domain from which all matter, energy and self arises. The perfect way to modulate to wellness, awareness, consciousness, and presence appears related to this resonance of Love. The true music of the spheres. Compassion is something we develop concurrently with the development of wisdom. It is the natural response of understanding or clear seeing. The place to begin is to have kindness with oneself, for you cannot give what you do not have. Compassion begins with understanding the nature of Truth (honesty and integrity) We must be vigilant against self-denial and self-abnegation. The call is always to open to what is, to make a small patch of earth beautiful and lively, to enjoy the pleasures given to me every day, to love my life and make it holy and delicious and good. To turn toward myself. To embrace the mystery and mess. And to give thanks for the good green earth, all-sustaining and filled with delights. Blessed be.
