Saturday, August 18, 2012
Designed to resemble the eye of a falcon, this symbol is called the Eye of Ra or Eye of Horus represents the right eye of the Egyptian Falcon God Horus. As the udjat (or utchat), it represented the sun, and was associated with the Sun God Ra (Re). The mirror image, or left eye, represented the moon, and the God Tehuti (Thoth). (A very similar concept of the sun and moon as eyes appears in many religious traditions, such as the Celtic tale of the hand of Nuada.)
According to legend, the left eye was torn from Horus by his murderous brother Seth, and magically restored by Thoth, the God of magick. After the restoration, some stories state, Horus made a gift of the eye to Osiris, which allowed this solar deity to rule the underworld. The story of this injury is probably an allusion to the phases of the moon as the eye which is “torn out” every month.
Together, the eyes represent the whole of the universe, a concept similar to that of the Taoist Yin-yang symbol. Spiritually, the right eye reflects solar, masculine energy, as well as reason and mathematics. The left eye reflects fluid, feminine, lunar energy, and rules intuition and magick. Together, they represent the combined,transcendent power of Horus.
The Eye of Horus was believed to have healing and protective power, and it was used as a protective amulet, and as a medical measuring device, using the mathematical proportions of the eye to determine the proportions of ingredients in medical preparations) to prepare medications.
The Masonic all seeing eye, the Eye of Providence symbol found on American money, and our modern Rx pharmaceutical symbol are all descended from the Eye of Horus.
"Tis torture, and not mercy. Heaven is here Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog And little mouse, every unworthy thing, Live here in heaven and may look on her, But Romeo may not." - William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, 3.3
I have feelings too. I am still human. All I want is to be loved, for myself and for my talent - Marilyn Monroe <3
Friday, August 17, 2012
I tripped over the neon glow of your gusto
fell in love but still
I
never trust tho,
caught up IN LUST yo,
so much so,
your tempted to touch those that
remove clothes,
make love spirtually and we touched souls,
and this shows as we grow,
we know,
we may face the same woes,
don't want to entertain foes,
and as the saying goes,
have hope in the
we're both grown feelings we've both shown
place faith in the path that you chose <3
Happiness is a must, if something is making you unhappy you must weight and consider its relevance. I have most often seen people cling to uncertainty and place their faith in what may never be as opposed to clinging to the light in their lives and placing faith in the manifestations of occurrences that bring you genuinely JOY. THINGS change people CHANGE, FEELINGS change, and change that we cannot control, should not bring burdens into our lives fore this is not our will. Where there is OMISSION seek REMISSION although there may be tension during your MISSION positivity must remain your intention ♥
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
roads
Well, I have evidently been missing in action for quite sometime. I actually found myself quite busy with the ongoings of occurances in everyday life, yet my mind it acts as (hmm) overflowing washing machine; thus i return to my thoughts.
With out further adue,
I present
Roads
Here we journey down this broken down road,
full of curves forever winding around,
& as we go along we hear all these harsh sounds,
with dirt steadily growing in our tracks.
With each foot forward you feel as though you might lose balance because of those who produce malice,
shouting around you these horrible names,
these shames and blames playing such hanieous games,
you suddenly start going insane,
feeling lost although you know the way,
still you go astray.
You have to prove somehow that your not what they say,
Some throw stones from a glass house,
reinact the role of cat and mouse,
and constantly you fill with such doubt,
that you decide to follow suit,
and become stuck in the ongoing cycle you put on the same boot,
that have traveled the same road you might have,
isn't that a great laugh,
you travelled the same road to get stuck in the same way to play the same games that they play?
Roads
Here we journey down this broken down road,
full of curves forever winding around,
& as we go along we hear all these harsh sounds,
with dirt steadily growing in our tracks.
With each foot forward you feel as though you might lose balance because of those who produce malice,
shouting around you these horrible names,
these shames and blames playing such hanieous games,
you suddenly start going insane,
feeling lost although you know the way,
still you go astray.
You have to prove somehow that your not what they say,
Some throw stones from a glass house,
reinact the role of cat and mouse,
and constantly you fill with such doubt,
that you decide to follow suit,
and become stuck in the ongoing cycle you put on the same boot,
that have traveled the same road you might have,
isn't that a great laugh,
you travelled the same road to get stuck in the same way to play the same games that they play?
Saturday, October 23, 2010
The Value of Time
Imagine there is a bank account that credits your account each morning with $86,400. It carries over no balance from day to day.
Every evening the bank deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day. What would you do? Draw out every cent, of course?
Each of us has such a bank. It's name is TIME.
Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds.
Every night it writes off as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to a good purpose.
It carries over no balance. It allows no over draft. Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the remains of the day.
If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours. There is no drawing against "tomorrow."
You must live in the present on today's deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness and success!
The clock is running!! Make the most of today.
To realize the value of ONE YEAR, ask a student who failed a grade.
To realize the value of ONE MONTH, ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.
To realize the value of ONE WEEK, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.
To realize the value of ONE HOUR, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.
To realize the value of ONE MINUTE, ask a person who just missed a train.
To realize the value of ONE SECOND, ask someone who just avoided an accident.
To realize the value of ONE MILLISECOND, ask the person who won a silver medal at the Olympics.
Treasure every moment that you have! And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time with. And remember time waits for no one.
Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why its called the present.
Every evening the bank deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day. What would you do? Draw out every cent, of course?
Each of us has such a bank. It's name is TIME.
Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds.
Every night it writes off as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to a good purpose.
It carries over no balance. It allows no over draft. Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the remains of the day.
If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours. There is no drawing against "tomorrow."
You must live in the present on today's deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness and success!
The clock is running!! Make the most of today.
To realize the value of ONE YEAR, ask a student who failed a grade.
To realize the value of ONE MONTH, ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.
To realize the value of ONE WEEK, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.
To realize the value of ONE HOUR, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.
To realize the value of ONE MINUTE, ask a person who just missed a train.
To realize the value of ONE SECOND, ask someone who just avoided an accident.
To realize the value of ONE MILLISECOND, ask the person who won a silver medal at the Olympics.
Treasure every moment that you have! And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time with. And remember time waits for no one.
Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why its called the present.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Today was like any other, the breeze was carrying warmth which brightens my spirit. Nothing spectacular. While boredly browsing, i saw a sight that was not to be seen plastered across screen for all to see.
I rationalized rather than nationalized taking off my disguise, in disgust I realized what hides behind his eyes. Knowing it was all half truth's, bullshit and lies.
This was certain, and I cried a little perhaps out of anger or disappointment rather than hurt. I felt a bit scornful, as I was neglected and disrespected yet upon explaining my concerns several times they fell deaf to a dimwitted half wit with no common sense. Figures.
Now people look at me, and they wonder whats wrong I say coyly, "I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired", like momma used to say when daddy came in to late and his chicken with vegetables and rice we're sitting cold on his plate; after she worked so hard on dinner he never even ate.
I thought to dismiss these feelings immediately but they we're hard to shake. & I become boiling hot steaming like milk boiling out a pot.
I rationalized rather than nationalized taking off my disguise, in disgust I realized what hides behind his eyes. Knowing it was all half truth's, bullshit and lies.
This was certain, and I cried a little perhaps out of anger or disappointment rather than hurt. I felt a bit scornful, as I was neglected and disrespected yet upon explaining my concerns several times they fell deaf to a dimwitted half wit with no common sense. Figures.
Now people look at me, and they wonder whats wrong I say coyly, "I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired", like momma used to say when daddy came in to late and his chicken with vegetables and rice we're sitting cold on his plate; after she worked so hard on dinner he never even ate.
I thought to dismiss these feelings immediately but they we're hard to shake. & I become boiling hot steaming like milk boiling out a pot.
Why is it that everytime I feel pain, or feel like im being violated, I remember being raped. I envision the day I was being dragged and pushed down... I remember being on the bottom of a big man... i remember laying there emotionless.. helpless.. and lifeless.. I remember it all every moment, I was 13; i remember being told "if you don't suck my dick i'll break your jaw, bitch i'll fuckin kill you." I remember being punched, twice, until i opened my mouth. I remember, like it happen yesturday and that's how u make me feel like i'm reliving that moment over and over again. SO. I kick, I scream, I ball my fist up and I swing as hard as I can because when I look back I wish I would have fought back even if it means I was murdered rather than living with pain of being violated and having my innocence and youth snatched away from me. I feel any and everyone who stands up against me is that big black hideous monster who took advantage of a little girl because she was by herself; the interesting twist is 10 years later i'm still by myself only im not that little girl and this time i'll fight til the death.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
the journey
Went from having no morality to being the voice of reason. Trying to find a reason to put up with the insanity of pathetic homosapians. Chasing a goose I winded up on very narrow alley which extended endlessly. I jumped, I ran, I jogged a little, interestingly enough none of that worked at all, so i begin walking slowly my intuition leaving me to try and find a way back to myself once again. After all, consciously considering the road i have traveled a journey full of challenges then meeting another fork in the road, I bow my head in despair, cars pass without a single care... Not one can help me find my way. I always try to be there for people and try to be all things to all people; and so i look at these passing cars, and they turn into familiar faces from very familiar places.
So i start going straight thru the fork, making a new path. Feeling defeat but i keep kneading, treading thru the dirt and seemingly endless road of misfortune and false hope. Realizing now, no one can help me. I pass a small dog, who appears to be suffering greatly and although I wanted to help him my legs wouldn't stop moving and my mind wouldn't stop scolding me for wanting to go backwards once again to an old dog dying on the side of the endless road.
Never had I been at war with myself, reconizing that life is full of regrets but I should not, can not help anyone before i help myself after all that is how I winded up here. Finally. The wind stops whispering softly to the follicles of my thick black hair and shows me the way.
So i start going straight thru the fork, making a new path. Feeling defeat but i keep kneading, treading thru the dirt and seemingly endless road of misfortune and false hope. Realizing now, no one can help me. I pass a small dog, who appears to be suffering greatly and although I wanted to help him my legs wouldn't stop moving and my mind wouldn't stop scolding me for wanting to go backwards once again to an old dog dying on the side of the endless road.
Never had I been at war with myself, reconizing that life is full of regrets but I should not, can not help anyone before i help myself after all that is how I winded up here. Finally. The wind stops whispering softly to the follicles of my thick black hair and shows me the way.
the beautiful river.
So my thoughts flow like the water which runs through a beautiful river of migrating fish,
Only without the luxury to flow freely confined to the disgruntled reality of abnormality.
Wondering why? Why when you try to live a new life, full of hope and positive stride you get knocked down to the bottom .
Looking up from here, my chances look grim, severely slim, almost like an anorexic girl on a diet.
So I keep quiet, emotions? I hide it. Try to override it and stop crying, because my fake eyelashes are sliding. Knowing that people are proud of me but i'd rather be tied to a boulder at the bottom of that beautiful river watching the migrating fish from the vessel i landed in. This is a pain like no other slicing thru me like a Japanese sword that has been preheated to one hundred and fifty degrees tearing thru me like a another lab created disease, finally leaving my dismantled vessel to finally self destruct without warning. The rain just keeps pouring on this beautiful river full of migrating fish.
Only without the luxury to flow freely confined to the disgruntled reality of abnormality.
Wondering why? Why when you try to live a new life, full of hope and positive stride you get knocked down to the bottom .
Looking up from here, my chances look grim, severely slim, almost like an anorexic girl on a diet.
So I keep quiet, emotions? I hide it. Try to override it and stop crying, because my fake eyelashes are sliding. Knowing that people are proud of me but i'd rather be tied to a boulder at the bottom of that beautiful river watching the migrating fish from the vessel i landed in. This is a pain like no other slicing thru me like a Japanese sword that has been preheated to one hundred and fifty degrees tearing thru me like a another lab created disease, finally leaving my dismantled vessel to finally self destruct without warning. The rain just keeps pouring on this beautiful river full of migrating fish.
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