<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672441430373769127</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:52:12.002-07:00</updated><category term='Channeled Session FAcilitated by Nic PajunkNovember 2009'/><category term='Re: Continuation of Purple Crocus Love'/><category term='MG 26 Oct 2009'/><title type='text'>Village Voices - Good News for Good People</title><subtitle type='html'>A creative imaginative center from which to vision a positive possible world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672441430373769127/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maryma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10758870171227453901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlP2mFpOT_A/SJmEv4d5LVI/AAAAAAAAABs/RzjVUoZKDDY/s1600-R/Turkey%2BMG.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672441430373769127.post-1555723774463166924</id><published>2010-05-02T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T18:31:42.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic Mirror</title><content type='html'>"Life is like a ride at an amusement park. When you go on it you think it’s real because that’s how powerful our minds are. You enjoy the ride for a while and then you come to the point where you ask: “Is this real or is this just a ride?” Others have remembered and have come back to remind us “don’t be afraid ever because this is just a ride.” And we kill these people . It’s just a ride. It doesn’t matter because it’s just a ride no choice, no effort, no job, no savings account, just a choice right now between fear and love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each one of us has the magic mirror. The secular critic in all of us holds us the magic mirror and goes Whew! Big trouble, we need this. This is important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contributing work. So many of us are dedicated to holding up the mirror of “what’s wrong with us?” What’s wrong must be illumined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next part is part of the process and the journey. We wave our hands over it and turn it into a window: and look how beautiful it could be.  New precious life, and re-dedication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a wave of our hand it becomes a door, “let’s go there now.” This is “window, mirror, door” time. Focusing where we focus will begin to open up. Whenever we focus on something, look to how does it make us feel when we focus on it, versus beating the drum of what’s wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole system we live in drills into us that we are powerless, weak that our society is evil,  that it’s fragmented. It’s all a big fat lie. We are powerful, beautiful, extraordinary. There is no reason why we can’t understand who we truly are where we are going. There is no reason why the average person cannot be fully empowered. WE are incredibly powerful beings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent so many years of my life trying to be good at something. I thought “I’m not ok the way I am but if I got good at things then maybe I’d be powerful.” I had the game wrong. The game was to find out what I already was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672441430373769127-1555723774463166924?l=villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com/feeds/1555723774463166924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672441430373769127&amp;postID=1555723774463166924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672441430373769127/posts/default/1555723774463166924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672441430373769127/posts/default/1555723774463166924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com/2010/05/magic-mirror.html' title='Magic Mirror'/><author><name>Maryma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10758870171227453901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlP2mFpOT_A/SJmEv4d5LVI/AAAAAAAAABs/RzjVUoZKDDY/s1600-R/Turkey%2BMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672441430373769127.post-1764462353325849829</id><published>2010-01-25T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T10:37:59.476-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Re: Continuation of Purple Crocus Love'/><title type='text'>Ocean of Love</title><content type='html'>What we are "niggling at you" about is the changes you are  experiencing now, not at some future date but in the ever present  now.  They key is the heart where we connect up with the source,  which is love. Anything that blocks this or doesn't appear to be  love, through being guided by your own inner compass, will take you  to  the opening, to the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were right when you saw you were creating this play.  You see the people, the players, the cast and you see that some are in pain and  some are entrenched in the world. Yet they all have a way, which is  magical, to go to the deeper places and so there is a recognition where you rejoice upon meeting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not be deterred from your course. Keep connecting and going deeper inside to the mystic places. Keep your heart open and creative and  free. Move your body like never before while you have one, because as  you go towards this symbolic tipping point, this place of no return,  you must be ready for the comfort of your body to be light as air, with your feet solidly on the ground of your being. This is the place  of safety and refuge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Build that temple of love within your being and  be that place that issues forth the light for all to see. Be the  representative of love that you seek on the outside to make it know  that it is possible to attain enlightenment - like the light house you sometimes see in your visions showing you the way around rocky shoals  to safe water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much is need to go to this place. The smallest of bags, the  lightest of wings to take you home to the Ocean of Love. My little  salt person, you are continually arising within yourself to meet me  and melt into my embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No yoga, mantra, tantra need be. You are already here in the heart  space of love. You've made the distinctions that the three D world  have afforded you which are the sharp outlines of what is helpful and not so  great. With no judgment, you witness and you relate back to the  heart. The heart knows what you do not know. Drop in to that place to  know where to go next. Rest and take your time and go easy and  simple. Simplify at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship truly are the ark of our ascension. As you are preparing  to ascend we are waiting for you on the other side in celebration  and homecoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Swim little fishy, swim if you can" over all the  perceived obsticles in the waters and rivers of life. Observe and sing your love song  for all the world to hear. Sing your heart song. Sing. Sing as if  there were no tomorrow. Prepare for Reunion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672441430373769127-1764462353325849829?l=villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com/feeds/1764462353325849829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672441430373769127&amp;postID=1764462353325849829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672441430373769127/posts/default/1764462353325849829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672441430373769127/posts/default/1764462353325849829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com/2010/01/swim-little-fishy-swim-if-you-can.html' title='Ocean of Love'/><author><name>Maryma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10758870171227453901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlP2mFpOT_A/SJmEv4d5LVI/AAAAAAAAABs/RzjVUoZKDDY/s1600-R/Turkey%2BMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672441430373769127.post-5789265574056007666</id><published>2010-01-18T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T10:54:20.504-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Channeled Session FAcilitated by Nic PajunkNovember 2009'/><title type='text'>Purple Crocus Love</title><content type='html'>Everything that needs to be is known is know. In order to unlock the door you need the key. The key is the heart. There are different ways to get to it, to realize it, to become it. When something pricks the heart, it's like the rose thorn and you react. Your attention will be drawn to that particular essence that unlocks the door to the Beloved. Where ever your attention is, there you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door to the heart is the door to the treasure house where everything is stored: the past, the future, which only really exists for this time and reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Going backwards, backpedaling and then you're stuck again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The body wants to be comfortable, comforted and be resting. Then you get the green light and you are off and going on another thread, riding the razors edge. You are climbing that ladder of awareness and you stop to pick up the old pain or pattern. It's like a wave and then the wave sucks you back. It's all part of the cycle, the cleansing and clearing process. Everything is pure, exactly as it is. We get stuck in an eddy. All of this is appropriate, in order to realize the ultimate goal we all wish for: our Home Coming, our Reunion, our coming back to ourselves more and more. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;• Forgive self and other. This is the mantra for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are here on the other side and there is a small crimson suture that we are constantly pulling on. Whatever the story, we are  pulling it through the landscape of the story, pulling the suture of the soul through the landscape of the story, and delivering it to Reunion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• This is a world of duality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't know what you want until you know what you don't want. As you go along, you have a strategies for protecting your self which work up to a certain point. As you begin to take up the practices which consciously extend and raise you up this" ladder of yoga" (as they say in her class: You're going up the Eight Limbs of Patanjali Yoga.) all of a sudden the coping mechanisms don't work any more. You want the comfort of not having to go too fast. We can accommodate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• The wave or cycle of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still the momentum of the wave that is a part of a huge ocean. We love the example of having the Being made of Salt.  It goes into the ocean andgets absorbed into the water (the great solvent) of which we are made up of. The next wave comes  putting the salt back upon the shore where another Being arises. The cycle goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this cycle, this particular being, is seeing the vision of embodying awareness, embodying consciousness. She's on to the good thing, the right track, because of what really was painful,  that thorn, that niggling thing that drew her back, was placed in her heart to remind her "that wasn't good (that experience) or that was good." That's discrimination. Of that you want and of this you don't want. If one where to love and connect with another person, would you grab for them or would you embrace the heart? Find ways to curl up inside the embrace of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are synchronicities:  the impression or imagine of life, like a stage with props and scenery, costumes and what have you.  You are moving through the scenery of the moment, the play. It's the same names revolving from the name of a shop, to the name of a person, all symbolically revolving around you. That's how transparent life is.  You can actually create and are involved in this whole phenomenal universe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;• The Religion of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Religion of Love is a Religion of the Heart. That's why the scenery in the beginning of this play/Lilla was Krishna. Then there was Hanuman jumping through space and he's got his chest ripped open to reveal his heart, his burning devotional heart. (Later borrowed by Christianity)  Krishna, Christ, there is very little difference when it comes to the Devotional aspects of these traditions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story of Hanuman (Body tingles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanuman didn't realize the great strength he had.  He didn't think he had the strength to jump over the ocean to Lanka to rescue Sita for his Lord Rama. But his fellows were chanting: "you can do this. You can do this. You can do this…" He ripped open his chest, took a mighty leap over the sea all the way to where Sita was captive in Lanka. In his devotion to Rama (Pause as it's is very charged energy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is always leading us to a deeper garden, the deeper depths of our being. Love is the key and love is not in a physical place. Its' eternal, like this beautiful, beautiful radiant light that's bathing us, surround us, an amazing jewel pulsing and flowering: it's in nature, its in everything It is everything. It's so beautiful so beautiful (whispering and very) this is like the most precious gem that's gifted into the hearts of those who will have it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one here wants to embody it; she wants to shine it out. She wants to give it to who those who ever would want it and would value it. She wants to just be in that light. That's her promise and purpose.  She's so beautiful. So Loving.  Who would forgive all the things she's forgiven? Who has a heart like that? It's as if there were a big basket or a pond, and there are all these beautiful flowers and lilies floating in the water and she picked the flower of love. She promised to be that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartfelt Place of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a whole group of people, like Lakshmi standing on a cloud at the heart of it all. She's the center of the flower, the fertility, the abundance and Prakriti, nature.  She has her string tied to this one but then there are others who come through at different times. I see a butterfly, a pulsing butterfly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a whole line or group to the physical who gave the DNA and the other group behind that that gives the nectar to the soul essence. That nectar  is going to the center of the flower (Lakshmi),  of the nectar.  It holds the pollen on its feet which is given to this one lying here. She's getting fed by the nectar of all  these different flowers: (essences, teachings) all these different lineages, Not particularly one religion or another, but  that heartfelt place of love. Many people have come through but, there being no time and space,  for this being, this one particular expression, this life there is a whole soul group here. Some of them are Native American that are standing up there are very close to nature. Quite a few yogis truth seekers, those are the main ones, some shamans, some Christian ones, a monk, some Angelic ones. But when ever she passes through a different loka or world there will be that nectar or specific essence there for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always the same energy behind the expression. Still that mother of love.  The Bliss Mother. Still the center of the flower, the original essence of nature.  Still that core connected to the taproot that is anchored in love. Somehow we only way to get there is through the experience, the body and the heart.  To keep practicing love. Keep one's attention on love at all times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of other things that can distract you that are not like the love.  They're ok... no judgment but the wave force is "whoosh", the one she's surfing on, it’s the wave of love, it's the flower of love. Any tradition that has stood for that has been very attractive to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many maps. Yoga's a map, much clearer map for her now. At some point you put the map aside and you unlock the door with that key. Yoga's the key right now and you walk to through the door.You can't put into words what's on the other side of the door. You just experience it. And that is enough. Does that make sense? She's going. She's got a lot of energy and enthusiasm for this journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another thing:  there are many others such as yourselves,  people who are coming now because of her… her "a-door-able ness": she's a door, an opening.  She it the way shower, and there are lots of you and you are dancing together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning there was playing "I want to dance the night away.."  There she was driving down the street, rocking back and forth, doing this wave thing with her hands. Everybody sitting in their cars looking straight a head, so serious and she's singing at the top of her lungs "I want to dance the night away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You are all coming to play together.  That's really what it's all about. A celebration. A homecoming. Coming from the heart space and celebrating each other. That's what the relationships are about.  Of course she wants to be in the heart center and give the heart center rather than the root center.  The root center's there and grounds into this reality but you anchor yourself and then you fly up to the heart, to that suture: the one given you by the ones who have come before you and left their footprints.  Then off you go, your spirit flies and surfs and cavorts in the ethers in the heavenly places. You're surfin! Whoosh there you go! There you go! Whatever sunbeam you're on, whatever wave your surfacing beyond is supported by the power of love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; • Is there anything else you can share with her so that she can stay focused and feel connected with you? Is there any way you ca n let her know (Like an itch or color) She knows it s a tingle in the body? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also very proud of her of saying what she felt to her friend "oh you are such a beautiful being." It was perfect, great. Writing the letter to her former husband. These little acts are no small potatoes. No small thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning the sun was coming through the window and hit her face and there was a beautiful light of colors and fractal and feeling the sun: being available for the blessing and putting her self in a situation that is going to up the possibility of a good experience or a connection with spirit with us, the heart. That keeps us on track and then she asks, "What is that resistance?" It's just that little back currant again. It's just that part of life, going "I'm not ready for that just yet" Relax. There is no rush. When you are ready. " When you can strengthen those areas of resistance, those areas that bring you back to the heart,  that bring you back to joy and happiness to really celebrate life and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there something I need to know that I am not aware of? (Nic) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. You are loved. Allow yourself to receive more love. Allow yourself to become that love that you sometimes think is hidden or unattainable. Love yourself. Keep more of that love for yourself. Don’t' be so anxious to give it away. You need to lay back and let go into that love and not feel that there is anything you need to do to deserve that love. Let love arise in you.  Let love surround you. Let love nestle into your heart and take root in your being. Trust that you are loved and that you are love. Feel it. There's a deep purple color surrounding you, caressing you. That's the only nourishment you need to seek. Love. Purple Love. Purple Crocus Love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aware that it times to go. Time limit. No problem. Thank you for the Blessing. I say "En lekesh. I am another You." I am only you. The whole body pulsates and tingles with this love. I am getting the name crocus, this beautiful crocus, my little crocus blessing. Until the next time.  Thank you .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672441430373769127-5789265574056007666?l=villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com/feeds/5789265574056007666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672441430373769127&amp;postID=5789265574056007666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672441430373769127/posts/default/5789265574056007666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672441430373769127/posts/default/5789265574056007666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com/2010/01/purple-crocus-love.html' title='Purple Crocus Love'/><author><name>Maryma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10758870171227453901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlP2mFpOT_A/SJmEv4d5LVI/AAAAAAAAABs/RzjVUoZKDDY/s1600-R/Turkey%2BMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672441430373769127.post-324340595576842166</id><published>2009-10-26T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T11:03:56.621-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MG 26 Oct 2009'/><title type='text'>In the Spun Bud of the Heart</title><content type='html'>The burning is intense. Taking the light through the centers is unbearable. My heart is beating twice as fast a normal. My hands burn and sweat, as do the backs of my arms and legs. I take off every piece of clothing I can and still remain decent.  This is the end of the processes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had come into the day thinking: "Great! I have something to share. I am seeing the resolution of Resistance, the theme that I started with. I was with family, spiritual family. All was well." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the gift that was poison. The "knowing better" dressed up as "treat" - gooey chocolate (now that I come to think of it, it was dry and hard) chocolate cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that we give one another a "toxic mimic", a replacement for the real love we truly desire, giving in the form of surprise birthday dinners ("I ate so much I felt like throwing up!") presents whose wrappers get thrown on the garbage heap and which we really don't need as a "token" of our love?" Why can't we give one another a tender touch, a loving embrace, attention, time and compassion? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it's the cake? I can't concentrate. I want to crawl into a fetal ball and disappear. I want to not feel this. What seemed so promising and exciting is now my worst nightmare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rest in the Throne of your Heart " the voice is saying. This feeling is so frightening, so overwhelming: His anger and sadness, the other's indifference to me. Someone else ignoring me completely with a hand out and finger shushing me, passing me by without a glance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about me at this instant &lt;br /&gt;It's always about me &lt;br /&gt;Me playing small&lt;br /&gt;My heart beating fast&lt;br /&gt;Passing me by for a more promising younger sexier version&lt;br /&gt;All with its promises and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is afraid, tired from all the promises held out to me in the form of gratification: cake, relationship's that are not good for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get excited and then I get so scared! So overwhelmed, like my heart is jumping out of my chest. So I do the next smart thing and ask for support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says: "The heart is the healer, rest in your Inner Garden." And now the tears are streaming down my face. How could he know that my mother's dying words were" In the garden: I'll meet you there." He says, "In the Spun Bud of the Heart is a Place of Peace." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asks me what takes me there?  I say that I have had a picture of my Guru who initiated me hiding behind a picture of Amma. Every once in a while he peaks out. I put him at the foot of my bed on my alter. I heard in my yoga studies that your Guru can intervene for you and is the promise of your initiation to guide you through troubles waters and to meet you when you cross over the bridge to the next life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray to him: I do 108 rounds of Om Guruji Namaha" and by the end of that I am usually asleep or at peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first met Daviananda Saraswati Maharaj whilst staying at the Optimum Health Institute in Lemon Grove in 1998. He was the penultimate Guru. I laughed as I went up for Darshan. If ever there was going to be a Guru for me, he was it. He was stunningly beautiful. So COOL!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guruji" as he liked to be called, was known as The Swami From the Himalayas". He did austerities like standing in ice-cold water, living in a cave and mediating for many years. Before that he was involved in the Gandhi Peace Movement. He must have been in his 70's when I met him. He gave me the name Adya Devi, which means the feminine principle of the Universe that always was and always will be - eternal everlasting MA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here with a Benevolent Aide to my aching, burning heart who he tells me, "Do that then. And go slow and be COOL."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool to me is not being glamorous. It's being in the trenches of your heart and feeling all of it. It is being willing to allow the pain and  let the fire transform you. I am game, so I am going with this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you see something painful and anguishing to the heart, why do keep taking it up?" He asks.  "Pick a symbol that is cool instead.  "Take the Tarot card Temperance and contemplate it. The mind cannot follow the emotions. The emotions are too quick for the mind. Symbolism speaks directly to the heart in a language that it understands. The root languages take us deep into Nature where the English language can only scratch the surface. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explore the cool, take it slow and be wiling is all that's asked &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Story of the Chickpea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chickpea jumps to the top edge of the pot and says: &lt;br /&gt;"I am burning!" The cook swats him down again with his ladle.&lt;br /&gt;He says" you are simmering. &lt;br /&gt;You are mixing with spice and seasoning. &lt;br /&gt;Have you forgotten the Garden where you drank the spring rains&lt;br /&gt;Where  you where nurtured in the belly of Earth? &lt;br /&gt;That was for this is for&lt;br /&gt;To become a nourishing meal &lt;br /&gt;For the Beloved."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like that.&lt;br /&gt; To be Picked by the Beloved for the Transformative Body of Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Back to the Heart&lt;br /&gt;Rest There&lt;br /&gt;Be cool&lt;br /&gt;Be Yourself,&lt;br /&gt;Take Repose in &lt;br /&gt;The Heart of Hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is Nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Just the subtlest movement  &lt;br /&gt;The Tenderest Touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither This nor That&lt;br /&gt;No doing of any kind&lt;br /&gt;Breathing in and breathing out&lt;br /&gt;Composed ….Cool&lt;br /&gt;Simmering, Soft, Allowing&lt;br /&gt;Letting myself be held in&lt;br /&gt;The Arms of The Beloved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MG 26 Oct 2009&lt;br /&gt;After Workshop week &lt;br /&gt;With Sarman and Devi Tide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672441430373769127-324340595576842166?l=villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com/feeds/324340595576842166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672441430373769127&amp;postID=324340595576842166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672441430373769127/posts/default/324340595576842166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672441430373769127/posts/default/324340595576842166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com/2009/10/picked-by-beloved-for-transformative.html' title='In the Spun Bud of the Heart'/><author><name>Maryma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10758870171227453901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlP2mFpOT_A/SJmEv4d5LVI/AAAAAAAAABs/RzjVUoZKDDY/s1600-R/Turkey%2BMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672441430373769127.post-1714449420059856298</id><published>2009-08-27T20:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T11:05:20.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Only Way Out Is In</title><content type='html'>We can all be forceful with who and what we think we are. When one is weak one over uses that distinction in order to feel a sense of power over the other. Some are so focused on themselves that they do not see the other at all. Others talk about the other as themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts exist outside the body. They move like energy force fields looking for a way into the mind, which exists only in relationship to the heart. The command center is the brain which sorts and delivers sensory messages but the known universe, if “felt” by the senses, is then interpreted in the brain. The heart acts like a connector to soul. All of these ideas or concepts such as heart, mind, soul exist outside the body “reader.”The body is a device that records and reads the data sensory information that comes to it from the outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what comes from the inside? And where exactly is in? Who and what are we really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one were to choose, which the brain does in a millisecond, what and where one where to put ones focus and attention (as the brain will expand up to 50% when the information comes into it and choose according to focus the 10% that is perceived) on what the hearts’ command is, there would be as many interpretations of these questions as there are grains of sand on a beach. In order for there to be some comprehension and cohesiveness to a world, one would have to imagine a world that isn’t going to die. One would have to see one’s life as a mission that goes backwards and forwards in time. One would have to see a way outta here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way out is in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672441430373769127-1714449420059856298?l=villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com/feeds/1714449420059856298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672441430373769127&amp;postID=1714449420059856298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672441430373769127/posts/default/1714449420059856298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672441430373769127/posts/default/1714449420059856298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com/2009/08/only-way-out-is-in_27.html' title='The Only Way Out Is In'/><author><name>Maryma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10758870171227453901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlP2mFpOT_A/SJmEv4d5LVI/AAAAAAAAABs/RzjVUoZKDDY/s1600-R/Turkey%2BMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672441430373769127.post-358149577543830502</id><published>2009-03-11T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T11:07:02.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond Physics</title><content type='html'>After hearing Dr. Bruce Lipton at the NZ Chiropactic College 11 March, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is seeking to describe itself. To recognize itself. To Be itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you focus your attention there you are. You are focusing now on being present to creating an environment of love. Yet there is “not love” staring you in the face. You don’t like what you see, so you are constantly judging it, versus sitting with it until it shares its meaning and story with you. The outside dimension is constantly chattering and explaining: even writing books and giving lectures on how it is. Really there is only the experience of how it is with signs and symbols pointing the way, back to itself. The only doing is to step into IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been so many ideas, endless ideas, of what life is. This seems to be a function of the human mind: to explain everything. Nothing stays the same: everything is energy and everything is changing and moving. So what gives life its cohesiveness? The structure. Yet the structures cannot be seen with the naked eye. In fact, quantum physics says at the smallest microscopic level there is nothing! NO Structure. Yet we know that consciousness is happening at this moment and that we are but infinitesimal cells in the body of this consciousness. Some thing is happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the place where consciousness is embodied within a structure called a "Human Being" we see that this human being is the instrument of the consciousness that created it: that the human being accesses instructions internally, not from the brain but, from the energy itself, beyond the brain, in which it is vibrationally bathing in.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole organic life, a holistic world cosmos, necessitates we attune to ourselves, one another and our communities to bring forward the dream we've had since the beginning: the dream of life everlasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we communicate and how do we listen to one another? I get small in order to listen. I look out and what is reflected back to me is the playing out of my dream. I cannot dream this alone. I am not able to pop through the dream until you join me. Will you join me or will you continue to separate yourself from me with our judgments and your thoughts? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we say "we are One", let’s dream this worldwide grid of humanity stretching like a web of pearly lights around the world. Let's beacon our "positive attractors", our loving thoughts, towards one another and for one another. Let’s see what other parts of the picture can emerge as we hold one another’s hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672441430373769127-358149577543830502?l=villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com/feeds/358149577543830502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672441430373769127&amp;postID=358149577543830502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672441430373769127/posts/default/358149577543830502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672441430373769127/posts/default/358149577543830502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com/2009/03/beyond-new-physics.html' title='Beyond Physics'/><author><name>Maryma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10758870171227453901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlP2mFpOT_A/SJmEv4d5LVI/AAAAAAAAABs/RzjVUoZKDDY/s1600-R/Turkey%2BMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672441430373769127.post-1809113261870692208</id><published>2009-02-19T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T03:25:22.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soulful Lifetime</title><content type='html'>We chose to come into this life for the sake of embodiment and the realization of unlimited consciousness.   We are choosing to come in for a Soulful Lifetime: not to be perfect but to be full of soul. There are many differing aspect of what you would call “God” that point to the physical expression but in reality we are mostly vibration.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There’s only One of Us but we express as a whole group to do something special.We are continuously born into soul groups or lineages in order to sharpen our remembering, reconstituting consciousness as we pass through life times.   Like a waterfall over flowing with joy. In this state you don’t have to leave or come back. Happy and full of joy. Happy to go and happy to return. They wait for you on the other side of the bridge with out stretched arms. It’s only a little trick. a short experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These bodies are husks,  shells, virtual reality suits. The connections between this life and the next are merely like going onto the computer and playing a game creating the scenery, the environments, the bodies change, the costuming changes  remembering, calling back the parts of ourselves we loose from one life to the next. We create these realms we call “Life Times”  in order to sharpen our spirit, our consciousness, to remember itself, its essence, its energy of light and single purpose in order to get used  to it and to embody it in this denser reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you carry a high degree of vibration you need protection. That is why I have a guard in the life time of the Druids.  That is why you are born into these different bodies with different protections and layering. The game is in the varying degrees of success by virtue of the choices we make to live out of those choices. No right or wrong. Pause and reflect when you make a choice. Breath. &lt;br /&gt;It's our judgments that separate us from one another. &lt;br /&gt;What if we were loved for just who we are and who we are not? Just loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is half of a past life regression where I was remembering being a healer taught &amp; protected by the Druids 18 Feb 2009)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672441430373769127-1809113261870692208?l=villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com/feeds/1809113261870692208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672441430373769127&amp;postID=1809113261870692208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672441430373769127/posts/default/1809113261870692208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672441430373769127/posts/default/1809113261870692208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com/2009/02/soulful-ifetime.html' title='Soulful Lifetime'/><author><name>Maryma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10758870171227453901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlP2mFpOT_A/SJmEv4d5LVI/AAAAAAAAABs/RzjVUoZKDDY/s1600-R/Turkey%2BMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672441430373769127.post-8323944970896897230</id><published>2009-02-11T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T11:08:39.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Living Stream of Love</title><content type='html'>Many people are on the “Way” but narrow is the Path. That path leads to everlasting Joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say many times, that you realize you need to detox and take care of your self. Yet when I offer it you get defensive and say things like “I am eating healthy.” I am not here to convince you of anything but to reveal it to your heart, who knows exactly what is needed. When you take care of needs over obligations everything is simple and easy. Just like when we were clear little children. Joy is an inherited state of Being. It is everywhere.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not here to tell you to do anything. Experience and realize for yourself and see what is needed. The only thing I get to do for myself is to beautify, to polish the stone of my Heart, so that in it you see your own reflection.  In me you feel invited into a warm and welcoming space. Once you do, you’ve come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am building a movement that shapes the hearts and minds of those who would have it. It is a Living Stream of Love. There is no doing of any kind but a taking up of daily rhythm and a doing what the heart loves. Rhythm, Ritual and prayer take us to the Land of Love, taking away, releasing, removing anything that stands in the way and distracts us from our Heart of Hearts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every thought and word is heard in the Mind of God. Clearing the debris out helps with clarity that enables a space to be filled with more of what we focus on. If you focus on chaos and artificial intelligence it’s what feeds you. It is extremely difficult to get away from. If you face Love you see your own Dear Reflection. It’s a simple choice of “Yes” or “No.” Either way you are going in that direction. No shame or blame. Eventually we all return to the Path We Originated on. It is our Soul’s Destiny. It is our Heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672441430373769127-8323944970896897230?l=villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com/feeds/8323944970896897230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672441430373769127&amp;postID=8323944970896897230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672441430373769127/posts/default/8323944970896897230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672441430373769127/posts/default/8323944970896897230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com/2009/02/living-stream-of-love.html' title='A Living Stream of Love'/><author><name>Maryma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10758870171227453901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlP2mFpOT_A/SJmEv4d5LVI/AAAAAAAAABs/RzjVUoZKDDY/s1600-R/Turkey%2BMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672441430373769127.post-1113807457131271868</id><published>2009-01-19T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T18:46:40.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New year</title><content type='html'>The bigger vision is here. The love we hold for self and other. Appreciating and gratitude for the small things. Attention to detail. Keeping the mind calm and clear. Loving our selves and keeping the company of Angels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is battening down that hatches of what works in the happiness sectors. Bumping them up and making sure that when the distraction and disappointments come, the sorrows and the fear arise, that we take them in and transmute them to love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important and necessary work for the time of turning: the cocoon opens and emerges butterflies of color and promise. Loving all of it and you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maryma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672441430373769127-1113807457131271868?l=villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com/feeds/1113807457131271868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672441430373769127&amp;postID=1113807457131271868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672441430373769127/posts/default/1113807457131271868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672441430373769127/posts/default/1113807457131271868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='The New year'/><author><name>Maryma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10758870171227453901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlP2mFpOT_A/SJmEv4d5LVI/AAAAAAAAABs/RzjVUoZKDDY/s1600-R/Turkey%2BMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672441430373769127.post-831894149206315853</id><published>2009-01-04T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T18:49:37.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How is the Resistance Working For You?</title><content type='html'>One problem I have with the resistance movement is that resistance only creates more tension. It is letting go completely that we gain our freedom. I am not saying we give in. I am saying we tune into what's happening, use our intuition and engage it, and have some fun, as this thing is already planned out in our future minds. It's a Landmark Forum trick. Everything is planned from the place of its already having been realized. Education's great but then what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest we have a section dedicated to solution and having serious fun: link to people like Catherine Austin Fitz, Caroline Casey, Stuart Wilde etc. and get those at the top of their game step in and show us the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The governments or Powers That Be are waiting for us to come out in the open and oppose them. We get to be creative and do the unexpected. We truly want them on our team to make a major shift. We won't get there without them. They are only playing Devil to lead us to the light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel that in order to over come the obstacles, we get to learn the lesson they teach us, including resisting it. "Resist not evil" is the admonition. If there is no evil and there is no God then what are we talking about here? They made a mistake. We can only example a better way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as you talk like this (resistence) then you are understandable to them and they can attack you (kill you, put you in jail as terrorists) so you only have a short term with this approach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you give this system something that is outside of their language, something they don't value, you become invisible to them. As you attract change more and more grow it and then you have what I call a "positive attractor" versus a resistant cell. You want to enlighten not stir up more fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's work on a "warm fuzzy" "Sugar versus vinegar" solutions and see opportunities instead of the Resident Evil we are so familiar with. It is in each one of us. We allow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we have a Solution Page?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672441430373769127-831894149206315853?l=villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com/feeds/831894149206315853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672441430373769127&amp;postID=831894149206315853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672441430373769127/posts/default/831894149206315853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672441430373769127/posts/default/831894149206315853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-is-resistance-working-for-you.html' title='How is the Resistance Working For You?'/><author><name>Maryma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10758870171227453901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlP2mFpOT_A/SJmEv4d5LVI/AAAAAAAAABs/RzjVUoZKDDY/s1600-R/Turkey%2BMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672441430373769127.post-6296357989849472661</id><published>2008-11-05T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:08:53.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For You - For My daughter Sarah Sept 2008</title><content type='html'>I crawled through space for you&lt;br /&gt;I reached out my hand&lt;br /&gt;I asked for you &lt;br /&gt;like a recitation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some spaces were tight&lt;br /&gt;Some uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;Some made me bleed&lt;br /&gt;Some broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I would do it again&lt;br /&gt;for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672441430373769127-6296357989849472661?l=villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com/feeds/6296357989849472661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672441430373769127&amp;postID=6296357989849472661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672441430373769127/posts/default/6296357989849472661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672441430373769127/posts/default/6296357989849472661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-you-for-my-daughter-sarah-sept-2008.html' title='For You - For My daughter Sarah Sept 2008'/><author><name>Maryma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10758870171227453901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlP2mFpOT_A/SJmEv4d5LVI/AAAAAAAAABs/RzjVUoZKDDY/s1600-R/Turkey%2BMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672441430373769127.post-6284798938777035741</id><published>2008-09-23T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T16:31:33.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinasaurs and Dragons</title><content type='html'>When you remove the mystical enlivening energy of a human being the husk is left. There is no life without the juice.  MG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no moment that is separating us from the Now.  All are connected to everyone and everything that always was and will always be. Imagination creates the world we see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is symbolic, subject to interpretation. The mind that sees is the one that takes the images and interprets it according to its Rememberances, Akasha. It is the mind that interprets the symbols that it sees.  The consciousness behind the mind is the one we seek to cultivate. Tapping into the Universal Mind is done simply by silencing the distractions the world, through meditation and merging with the vast ocean of the Universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elements make a conductive circuit of life. If the energy that created it all is missing then there is void. Void does not mean there is no-thing. Void means that there is an absence of perception or a lack of vehicle to perceive it. Even in blackness there is light. Every color of the rainbow exists in the color of Black. Obsidian gathers to it all the fragments of color and absorbs it to itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bodies are readers: they record the impressions of our family, our society and environment. All of this is up to interpretation and the quality of the reader,for all is phenomenon. The answers to the problems of today are the solutions that naturally flow to those who are perceiving and looking for them on the Inner through contemplation and meditation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a worldwide culture that is hypnotized then the images they see are not of their own creation resulting in their becoming cut off from their own common senses and perceptions. See RF Kennedy Jr. http://www.brasschecktv.com/page/326.html on the media&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Germany the film industry began with Nosferatu, a vampire . What came up for the people who viewed it was fear.  We accept these images due to the hypnotizing effect of them, which spreads like a cancer. We accept the authority of people who do not have our good interests I mind with vampire like, power sucking images. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are at the effect of a long thought out plan to suck as much fear based power out of humanity as possible. What the reason is, I can’t understand. I do not see the logic in any of it. What I do know is that the opposite of love is not hate, and that to over come your enemies you cannot react to them, nor feed them with your attention at all. If you want a thing to grow, you must discipline your attention to it and care for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch your mind. See that there is nothing outside of it but distortion and distraction. Reside in the ocean of your consciousness, which is unlimited peace. Just as there are stars in the sky, there is the Universal Flow in and outside of time and space. The heart of who you really are neither lives nor dies.  Bathe in the sea of remembrance and refresh yourself. Go inside yourself and seek the light of understanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672441430373769127-6284798938777035741?l=villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com/feeds/6284798938777035741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672441430373769127&amp;postID=6284798938777035741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672441430373769127/posts/default/6284798938777035741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672441430373769127/posts/default/6284798938777035741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com/2008/09/dinasaurs-and-dragons.html' title='Dinasaurs and Dragons'/><author><name>Maryma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10758870171227453901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlP2mFpOT_A/SJmEv4d5LVI/AAAAAAAAABs/RzjVUoZKDDY/s1600-R/Turkey%2BMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672441430373769127.post-6167959166582409249</id><published>2008-08-27T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T13:29:44.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evocation  Aug 28, 2008 Maryma</title><content type='html'>Progression of a Condition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In learning to analyze Samprapti, or the progression of disease, we look to the signs and symbols that created them, to the Causative Factors where the Dosha, or mistake, began. The mind alone cannot reconcile differences. It is in standing in the place of detached compassion, in service to humanity, the higher ground to which it all points is acheived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warts and all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering and loving one’s self, “warts and all." builds a reservoir of practices that can be shared with others.  The symptoms are  ones that get our attention. We hone our skills in picking up the subtlest vibrations of being out of balance. Navigating the currents of this fine balance brings the wisdom that translates into a repertoire of practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different as Snowflakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not that we are all the same, for we are as different as snowflakes, but together we make a tapestry of a single vision that we cannot find in isolation. Isolation was a coping mechanism that no longer worked. Reaching from the mind did not create solutions. The mind is constantly seeking an answer or a way, the key that will unlock the mystery. It is in the heart where the answers are found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head and Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chinese medicine it is the head and the heart that relate to one another. They are the same. In Ayurveda the Head bows down to the heart.   In Intuitive Medicine the belly is the second brain, the brain chemistry being equal in the gut as in the brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeling it In&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mystery stands on it’s own. We allow it. We go along unconsciously and then “suddenly” a condition arises. Maybe it’s something we were unable or unwilling to see at first. It keeps niggling at us until we reel it in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This realization from the depths doesn’t always feel or look pleasant. It may have pathology. It may be a dis-ease. Something keeps nibbling on the line of our awareness until it raises to the surface. Maybe it jumps into our boat. Finally we see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Ayurveda we take time to sit with the client for an hour to take an inventory of the signs and symptoms. Then a Samprapti or blue print is sketched for the client and a practice laid out for the client to follow. Our job as practitioners is to be able to interpret the signs in a definitive picture of the moment, describing the condition, mapping  and drawing out a program to unwind the cause and bring balance to the client. This type of care is missing from Western medicine at this time where clients are given ten minutes and the “problems” are often “cut out.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Make Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conversation gets to happen with the energy, or entity or even a description of the Dosha. mistake, disease, condition. Many words are trying to describe one thing. There is only one things going on. All the signs are pointing back to “It,” the cause. We build a Nidhana map. We lay it out. We catch something in the description of the condition that leads us to a beginning of sorts. From that emerges a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation with it might go like this: “ Energy, we can live together in harmony. I am not going to kill you. I recognize you and I have a symbiotic relationship and offer you a truce. If you kill me, you kill you. Let’s work out a an agreement where you are minimize, I recover, and we can co-exist.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creating the Atmosphere of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our job as Ayurvedic Practitioners is to create an atmosphere for anything that might arise in our consultations with our clients. Initially we discover this thing within ourselves we are able to interpret self-knowledge into an intuitive practice that offers a beacon of hope to our clients. This might look like a centre, or attention to detail in our healing environment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our own life is a reflection of what we offer our client: a wonderful room that is attractive and relaxing; offering the comforts of tea and soft music; taking into consideration color, aromatherapy and artwork: all these subtle things create a vibration in which healing can occur.  The client does the healing; we offer the context for that healing. From our knowledge rises the possibility of another way, or outcome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflective Universe Theory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The body is plastic, like “silly putty,” it receives the impression of the environment  that creates it at every moment. Learning how to change the course of any condition relies on the level of understanding of the individual. Initially there is the need for practices that lend themselves towards balance. Having a dedicated practice and creating the harmony in one’s environment goes a long way to reversing any current that is contrary to well being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attacking or resisting problems only make them worse, add to the original causes thus creating friction.” Evil is sufficient unto the day,” so the saying goes.  Wrong use of intelligence is the Ayurvedic term. We try to use the mind to escape the problem. However, the problem ca not be solved at the level it was created upon. A new understanding gets to happen. The dis-ease has progressed from cause, to overflow, to other tissues and organ systems, by the time we are aware of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common sense is something that seems to have gone astray in everyday life. When there is the common cold we kept he core warm by drinking warm liquids, and melting the heavy unctuous conditions that support it. When someone is aggravated we seek to bring that condition back into balance versus getting rid of it. As is always the case, we never get rid of anything, but seek in every moment to remember our selves in a state of harmony and balance. Don’t forget Love. Love is the matrix, the under pinning upon which all of life is fastened, not matter how it appears. When we get back to the kernel of Love we have arrived at the beginning of it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672441430373769127-6167959166582409249?l=villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com/feeds/6167959166582409249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672441430373769127&amp;postID=6167959166582409249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672441430373769127/posts/default/6167959166582409249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672441430373769127/posts/default/6167959166582409249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com/2008/08/evocation-aug-28-2008-maryma.html' title='Evocation  Aug 28, 2008 Maryma'/><author><name>Maryma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10758870171227453901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlP2mFpOT_A/SJmEv4d5LVI/AAAAAAAAABs/RzjVUoZKDDY/s1600-R/Turkey%2BMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672441430373769127.post-4945141084810602188</id><published>2008-08-20T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:35:38.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hot Coal</title><content type='html'>The Hot Coal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there was a very sad and disappointed man. Try as he might he couldn’t not understand why his generosity and his vision had not been repaid and why he continued to suffered setbacks and disappointments when all he really wanted to do was play and have fun. “What did I say or do to deserve this?” He thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a woman came to him and told him a story about a hot coal, how generation after generation this hot coal is passed down to the one who would hold it. Every time the coal is passed down the reaction is “I don’t like this at all!” and it is passed or, thrown, or projected on to “nearest and dearest” without anyone quite knowing what’s happened. Something didn’t feel good but what to do or how to get rid of it became a process of denial: ”I didn’t do anything wrong.” The hot coal continued down the generations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally there was someone who realized that the hot coal was a source of pain for anyone who held it and said, “I’m going to find out what this is all about.” For many years the person felt like a victim, that everything was happening to them, and they had no control. “Why me?” they said and the answer came back “Why not? Might as well be you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years passed as the coal burned and twisted and filled the person with many experiences and there was no getting away from it. The person tried to make it the “other’s” fault at great destruction to the hearts of those who loved them. In the end the person surrendered and sat with the coal until it cooled down. The mere action of no action made the heat dissipate, while the tossing and the resistance caused friction and made the coal burn brighter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to the coal the person said, “who are you and what do you want?” After a long time of listening the coal said “I am the disowned part of you. The one you don’t want and you “don’t like. I am the unfelt feeling of life times. I am the part of the spark that was given to each person when they entered the world, and I am your treasure.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I help to you discriminate and let you know what you don’t want so that you see what you do want. I am divisive, I make the differences seen and felt, and I have a tremendous energy that can be used for good or ill. Once you know who and what I am, as part of yourself, you will be able to use me to do anything with this vast reserve of energy that I Am. If you resist me I will drain you of everything you think you have.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person was thoughtful and realized that rather than resisting, and running from this “problem,” that in sitting with it, it had a lot to say. Instead of running from, ignoring or denying the so called “problems” that came up in the course of life, these experiences were transformed into rich “compost” that fruited the vines of the beautiful garden the Master sat in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people came to learn the lessons that the coal had to teach: transmutation and discernment from sitting with that which burns the hottest and listening to the messages that these experiences had to gift. Much was understood and continued to unfold in the coming time, but from now on the hot coal and the person where one, and all was well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672441430373769127-4945141084810602188?l=villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com/feeds/4945141084810602188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672441430373769127&amp;postID=4945141084810602188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672441430373769127/posts/default/4945141084810602188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672441430373769127/posts/default/4945141084810602188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com/2008/08/hot-coal.html' title='The Hot Coal'/><author><name>Maryma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10758870171227453901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlP2mFpOT_A/SJmEv4d5LVI/AAAAAAAAABs/RzjVUoZKDDY/s1600-R/Turkey%2BMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672441430373769127.post-8576335727860538540</id><published>2008-08-08T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:31:20.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>James Mc Murthy - Can't Make It Here Any More</title><content type='html'>There’s a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign&lt;br /&gt;Sitting there by the left turn line&lt;br /&gt;Flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze&lt;br /&gt;One leg missing and both hands free&lt;br /&gt;No one’s paying much mind to him&lt;br /&gt;The V.A. budget’s just stretched so thin&lt;br /&gt;And now there’s more coming back from the Mideast war&lt;br /&gt;We can’t make it here anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That big ol’ building was the textile mill that fed our kids and it paid our bills&lt;br /&gt;But they turned us out and they closed the doors&lt;br /&gt;We can’t make it here anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See those pallets piled up on the loading dock&lt;br /&gt;They’re just gonna sit there ‘til they rot&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause there’s nothing to ship, nothing to pack&lt;br /&gt;Just busted concrete and rusted tracks&lt;br /&gt;Empty storefronts around the square&lt;br /&gt;There’s a needle in the gutter and glass everywhere&lt;br /&gt;You don’t come down here unless you’re looking to score&lt;br /&gt;We can’t make it here anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bar’s still open but man it’s slow&lt;br /&gt;The tip jar’s light and the register’s low&lt;br /&gt;The bartender don’t have much to say&lt;br /&gt;The regular crowd gets thinner each day&lt;br /&gt;Some have maxed out all their credit cards&lt;br /&gt;Some are working two jobs and living in cars&lt;br /&gt;Minimum wage won’t pay for a roof, won’t pay for a drink&lt;br /&gt;If you gotta have proof just try it yourself Mr. CEO&lt;br /&gt;See how far $5.15 an hour will go&lt;br /&gt;Take a part time job at one your stores&lt;br /&gt;Bet you can’t make it here anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a high school girl with a bourgeois dream&lt;br /&gt;Just like the pictures in the magazine&lt;br /&gt;She found on the floor of the laundromatA woman with kids can forget all that&lt;br /&gt;If she comes up pregnant what’ll she do&lt;br /&gt;Forget the career, forget about school&lt;br /&gt;Can she live on faith? Live on hope?&lt;br /&gt;High on Jesus or hooked on dope&lt;br /&gt;When it’s way too late to just say no&lt;br /&gt;You can’t make it here anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m stocking shirts in the Wal-Mart store&lt;br /&gt;Just like the ones we made before&lt;br /&gt;‘ Cept this one came from Singapore&lt;br /&gt;I guess we can’t make it here anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I hate a people for the shade of their skin&lt;br /&gt;Or the shape of their eyes or the shape I’m in&lt;br /&gt;Should I hate ‘em for having our jobs today&lt;br /&gt;No I hate the men sent the jobs away&lt;br /&gt;I can see them all now, they haunt my dreams&lt;br /&gt;All lily white and squeaky clean&lt;br /&gt;They’ve never known want, they’ll never know need&lt;br /&gt;Their shit don’t stink and their kids won’t bleed&lt;br /&gt;Their kids won’t bleed in their damn little war&lt;br /&gt;And we can’t make it here anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will work for food will die for oil&lt;br /&gt;Will kill for power and to us the spoils&lt;br /&gt;The billionaires get to pay less tax&lt;br /&gt;The working poor get to fall through the cracks&lt;br /&gt;So let ‘em eat jellybeans let ‘em eat cake&lt;br /&gt;Let ‘em eat shit, whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;They can join the Air Force, or join the Corps&lt;br /&gt;If they can’t make it here anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s how it is, that’s what we got&lt;br /&gt;If the president wants to admit it or not&lt;br /&gt;You can read it in the paper, read it on the wall&lt;br /&gt;Hear it on the wind if you’re listening at all&lt;br /&gt;Get out of that limo, look us in the eye&lt;br /&gt;Call us on the cell phone tell us all why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Dayton Ohio or Portland Maine&lt;br /&gt;Or a cotton gin out on the great high plains&lt;br /&gt;That’s done closed down along with the school&lt;br /&gt;And the hospital and the swimming pool&lt;br /&gt;Dust devils dance in the noonday heat&lt;br /&gt;There’s rats in the alley and trash in the street&lt;br /&gt;Gang graffiti on a boxcar door&lt;br /&gt;We can’t make it here anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672441430373769127-8576335727860538540?l=villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com/feeds/8576335727860538540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672441430373769127&amp;postID=8576335727860538540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672441430373769127/posts/default/8576335727860538540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672441430373769127/posts/default/8576335727860538540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com/2008/08/james-mc-murthy-cant-make-it-here-any.html' title='James Mc Murthy - Can&apos;t Make It Here Any More'/><author><name>Maryma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10758870171227453901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlP2mFpOT_A/SJmEv4d5LVI/AAAAAAAAABs/RzjVUoZKDDY/s1600-R/Turkey%2BMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672441430373769127.post-6217665444177314976</id><published>2008-08-01T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T03:54:29.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Perfect World of Love</title><content type='html'>"In a perfect world of love, free of fear, chemicals and contamination, our brain chemistry would remain in balance for our entire life.  But our modern society has created a different set of rules. Any trauma, fears, attacks or perceptions of a threat to our self, sets off the fight or flight chemical response. This response is then logged into our permanent memory bank for instant recall at a later date. The problem begins to arise after the perceived threat has passed. The chemical imbalances never reset themselves back to zero. Over years and even decades of constant fear, stressor stimulation and continuing chemical imbalance, the body starts to physically break down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has valiantly been doing its job of protecting and adapting. Coupled with the influence of toxic metals, chemicals and drugs, the brain creates a disease or a system failure waiting to happen. The sensitive neural conditioning actually starts to take on the appearance of post-traumatic stress disorder, OCD's or an autoimmune disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The treatment of brain chemistry imbalances with the use of prescription drugs is only masking the underlying condition. The designed action of the drug is to block receptor sensitivity or neutralize the excessive natural chemicals without addressing the original creation of the condition. Over time, as the underlying condition worsens and we go to stronger and stronger masking agents, we eventually have to deal with our imbalanced nature through the physical manifestation of disease. As we balance our brain, we create a new perception of life and a new world of optimal health.” James C, Cole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my Ayurveda Tutor at Wellpark College:&lt;br /&gt;SRINIVASAMURTHY VIJAYENDRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you watched this movie “What the bleep Do We Know" the scientist talked about Columbus  and the Aztecs not to being able to see the ship when it arrived because they had no example of anything like that in their experience. Their neurons where not developed to identify it until the shaman came and pointed it out and then they said, “Yes, we can see the ship.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a similar experience when you do not have another perspective and continue to believe that there is no reality outside of the one you know. It is not just the brain in your head, which is doing the job of making sure all the channels communicate with each other well. There is a little brain in every part of your body. Every cell has it’s own intelligence, every cell is its own being, because every cell is an organism in itself. What is that which holds all these millions of organisms together to become your or me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In India,  3,000 years produced a generations of healthy people and thus they had time for wisdom. Why would someone sit in the Himalayas and ask “what is self?”  in search of self-realization, what’s the meaning behind creation?” It is because they didn’t have to worry about their sinusitis, their diabetes or their mortgages. They created a Life Style, which helped them not to worry about these aspects. They had a preparedness to look at the more meaningful aspects of life and thus came the wisdom of Vedas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRINIVASAMURTHY VIJAYENDRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MG: For me these two ideas: one from the internet when I was investigating the biology of fight or flight on the nervous system as it relates to the lungs and heart called “In a perfect world of Love” related so well to what my tutor was say regarding the way the Reishis of old were able to bring forth the Vedas: it was because they didn’t live surrounded by the constant toxic soup we all swim in: the tragedies, real and imagined, that plummet our health into a perpetual state of imbalance and disease.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don’t even have a community to uphold those of us who are single parents, who go through the ravages of divorce, those of us who have lost EVERYTHING we based our lives on: jobs, partners, homes, and health. The poverty of life that co-opts the peace needed to bring forth revelation: something that is inherent in us as our good.&lt;br /&gt; I have tossed around the hot potato of values, morality, virtue, good and evil and what I keep coming up with is LOVE. Love changes everything. Until we come to this experience, which society denies us, then we may go from one external something to another without any satisfaction, and, at the same time, sensing that something's missing or there has got to be more to life than what we are seeing, feeling or experiencing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my searching I have realized that things are perfect in the moment, right here and now. Even if the worst thing imaginable happens to us we are in the perfect place because our actions or Karma have placed us here. Instead of cursing the externals for bringing us here, we get to thank them for freeing us from our karmas, giving us a chance to examine where we are and how we got there and thus be able to be in a position to chose again from a place of Love, versus what ever it was that prompted us to be in this position in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like:” she took the money and run.”  How often do we ask the question: "Why?" There is a slender thread that leads back to how we got ourselves into the situation we are currently faced with. Take any situation from the World Trade Center to why bad things happen to good people. Poverty drives this machine: poverty of consciousness, of resources, of understanding and especially Love.  There is a connection to wellness or ill health, experience, environment and their is a remedy, a way to come back into balance within our  separate worlds.  Taking 100% responsibility for what we have created is a first step. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we come from a place of Love there are no considerations at all. We become aware of this present moment as being the beginning of a whole new chapter, or new world. Anything is possible. We are open and allowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which gets me back to the other idea I had of the holding tank; the way station we get to sit in until the time is ripe, we are ripe, to pop into our true beings, our authentic selves: authors of our own experience. Even though there is nothing to do about anything, we can unravel the Karmic actions by bringing ourselves into balance with what we know to be true: whether it be values, good health, forgiving everything etc. Here in lies the compost of our ripening souls and it is from this rich dark compost our future self is born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for today. 2/8/8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672441430373769127-6217665444177314976?l=villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com/feeds/6217665444177314976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672441430373769127&amp;postID=6217665444177314976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672441430373769127/posts/default/6217665444177314976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672441430373769127/posts/default/6217665444177314976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-perfect-world-of-love.html' title='In a Perfect World of Love'/><author><name>Maryma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10758870171227453901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlP2mFpOT_A/SJmEv4d5LVI/AAAAAAAAABs/RzjVUoZKDDY/s1600-R/Turkey%2BMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672441430373769127.post-2637758241760812916</id><published>2008-08-01T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T16:34:17.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My vision for village Voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Into my mind pops, "Villages Voices - Good News For Good People." I realize that by a simple shift off "How Terrible! How Awful! What are we going to do?" to "What's Right, What We Can Do, and What We going to do?" a whole new world opens up to opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am interested in getting the conversation started about how we can create Positive Attractors, beacons within our selves, our families and communities that generate a New Story: one based on how excited we are to be finally be talking to one another for a start!!! Out of our Apart-ments and into re-memberence: calling back the parts of our selves to create Havens on Earth - places and spaces where people are remembered, refreshed and rejuvenated back to the original Template/Temple of Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I would like to hear from those in my community (West Auckland, Titirangi and Glen Eden) and other groups, organizations, and communities out there, on how we can hook up and have some Fun (!), Create Community, and fulfill our birthright to live with joy, purpose and optimism towards a Sustainable Future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Some topics I am interested in are: Community Centers where we can have Play Shops on permaculture, spiritual cinema, movement and dance, plays; link up and create one internet site to network our events; get funding for individual and group projects through memberships and..... what about that off shore investing??? How do we convert our cars, car pools, grow our own community food etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lets Build the Template for All of Us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Maryma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;PS: Did I mention FUN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672441430373769127-2637758241760812916?l=villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com/feeds/2637758241760812916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672441430373769127&amp;postID=2637758241760812916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672441430373769127/posts/default/2637758241760812916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672441430373769127/posts/default/2637758241760812916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villagevoices-maryma.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-vision-for-village-voice.html' title='My vision for village Voice'/><author><name>Maryma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10758870171227453901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlP2mFpOT_A/SJmEv4d5LVI/AAAAAAAAABs/RzjVUoZKDDY/s1600-R/Turkey%2BMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
