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Showing posts with label vision. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vision. Show all posts
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Thursday, January 24, 2013
true believers
what every religion preaches,
and what most people who call themselves religious forget,
is for you to listen for the voice of god within your own heart,
and to place no other voice above it.
if you aren't doing that, you're doing it wrong.
you have a direct line.
you don't need anyone to interpret or translate the message.
it speaks for itself.
the heart is the vessel, the cup, the holy grail.
they went looking in all the wrong places
for something they already had all along.
and what most people who call themselves religious forget,
is for you to listen for the voice of god within your own heart,
and to place no other voice above it.
if you aren't doing that, you're doing it wrong.
you have a direct line.
you don't need anyone to interpret or translate the message.
it speaks for itself.
the heart is the vessel, the cup, the holy grail.
they went looking in all the wrong places
for something they already had all along.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
the key to the future
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Copperhill,_Tennessee (you'll have to check the link after their little protest thing) ...because i'm sick of hearing lopsided news all the time. this is the world i see. when i was a little girl, copperhill was the deadest place i had ever seen, not a single living thing, no plants, nothing. it's green there now. i remember used to be there was piles of old tires on the banks of creeks and streams, mountains of garbage on the side of the road was not an unusual site to see. it's not there anymore, everything is green. there are birds of prey inhabiting my suburbian neighborhood. never saw them around here back then either. big fat healthy birds. tell me again how the world is supposed to end? do you really believe that?
but that's no excuse for them to keep cutting down all the trees. f*ing idiots never heard of easter island?
(friendstacy said before)
the sad thing is that people believe (quote) "The sad thing is that this used to be "the land of the free and the home of the brave".
it never was. what people can't see is how things really are getting better. while the image being presented through media etc is becoming more real, making it look like it's getting worse.
hey i know some of y'all remember that oily slime that would float on top of the water in the river? sure, the ag runoff is real nasty and you can't see it, but it used to be so much worse. things are getting better.
healing happens when you take away the stuff that hurts. healing happens in its own time. you can't force it, you can't make it happen, but you can stop doing things that prevent healing from happening. that is your choice.
just look... see things the way they are and not the way the propaganda machine thinks you should see. it's very exhausting, to plow through the BS constantly, because it is everywhere. but you do have eyes of your own and a mind of your own, too. use them wisely. they are the key to your future, and if you aren't using that key, who is?
but that's no excuse for them to keep cutting down all the trees. f*ing idiots never heard of easter island?
(friendstacy said before)
the sad thing is that people believe (quote) "The sad thing is that this used to be "the land of the free and the home of the brave".
it never was. what people can't see is how things really are getting better. while the image being presented through media etc is becoming more real, making it look like it's getting worse.
hey i know some of y'all remember that oily slime that would float on top of the water in the river? sure, the ag runoff is real nasty and you can't see it, but it used to be so much worse. things are getting better.
healing happens when you take away the stuff that hurts. healing happens in its own time. you can't force it, you can't make it happen, but you can stop doing things that prevent healing from happening. that is your choice.
just look... see things the way they are and not the way the propaganda machine thinks you should see. it's very exhausting, to plow through the BS constantly, because it is everywhere. but you do have eyes of your own and a mind of your own, too. use them wisely. they are the key to your future, and if you aren't using that key, who is?
Sunday, September 25, 2011
friendstacy rants on non-violence
(from sep 12 of this year)
"non-violence" historically refers to passive-aggressive methods of control, not to any kind of real peace. to call them "peacemakers" these men who make psychological war against entire nations of people, is an offense against all my sensibilities.
and even with the contradictions staring you in the face, yet you still cling to the lies.
if you didn't have the power of the group standing behind the things you say, would it still have any meaning? would you could you stand up for the things they tell you to believe, the things you claim are true? are you a human, or are you simply a parrot who has been trained to repeat fancy words?
(i shouldn't say that, parrots deserve more respect than that.)
would you could you stand up, alone, for the things you say you believe are true?
or can you only offer fancy quotes, things other people told you to believe?
grouplings are cowards and bullies
of course, it is in the programming that they must deny that is so.
can you imagine the ruckus that would ensue as a result of bullies admitting they are cowards? why, they would have to stop treating people like shit, wouldn't they? and then what would be left of government and war and religion and all those nasty things that go along with being part of a group???
why, people might actually set themselves free! oh goodness gracious, they can't let that happen!
"non-violence" historically refers to passive-aggressive methods of control, not to any kind of real peace. to call them "peacemakers" these men who make psychological war against entire nations of people, is an offense against all my sensibilities.
and even with the contradictions staring you in the face, yet you still cling to the lies.
if you didn't have the power of the group standing behind the things you say, would it still have any meaning? would you could you stand up for the things they tell you to believe, the things you claim are true? are you a human, or are you simply a parrot who has been trained to repeat fancy words?
(i shouldn't say that, parrots deserve more respect than that.)
would you could you stand up, alone, for the things you say you believe are true?
or can you only offer fancy quotes, things other people told you to believe?
grouplings are cowards and bullies
of course, it is in the programming that they must deny that is so.
can you imagine the ruckus that would ensue as a result of bullies admitting they are cowards? why, they would have to stop treating people like shit, wouldn't they? and then what would be left of government and war and religion and all those nasty things that go along with being part of a group???
why, people might actually set themselves free! oh goodness gracious, they can't let that happen!
Friday, February 29, 2008
another old post from my other blog
http://friendstacy.gaia.com/blog/2007/11/untitled
5 nov 2007
why was I chosen for this task the spirits have given me? this confounded me, haunted me, frightened me for most of my life. It wasn't so terrible as a small child, the spirits were my friends, my playmates, I knew they would never harm me. But when I got older, and realized that other people didn't know about these spirits, I learned to be afraid. I was terrified I'd be found out, that my friends might learn that I wasn't like them, that I was different, strange, a freak.
When the world laughed at Shirley Maclaine, I grew even more afraid. I dared not admit to anyone that I agreed with her and saw no cause for ridicule, and I became afraid to draw that ridicule upon myself. I did everything I could to fortify those walls I had already built between me and everyone else, to hide who I am from them out of fear.
And still the notion that invisible beings had some sort of hand in who I am, and wanted something from me, really bothered me. Why were they giving me these visions and dreams? I didn't want to be different. I just wanted left alone and to leave people alone. Until the children came along, I would have been perfectly happy to live out in the woods much as Thoreau did in his Walden experiment, except permanently. Alone, where I could commune with nature and the spirits and not have to worry about anyone thinking I'm crazy, delusional, insane, because there wouldn't be any other people around.
Was I chosen? Are we not all of us chosen? Is the only difference between us that I am not fighting it anymore, not trying to be like everyone else, okay with who I am, warts and all?
You don't have to believe what I believe is true. But I do. When I start to doubt, my pain comes back. I was hurting my entire life, and now that the pain is gone, I can't go back there again. I am happy now, and I like it so much better than the constant anger and rage that I always felt before. I do have a choice, and I have made my decision. It's entirely up to you what you choose to believe. Just remember that my beliefs cause harm to nobody, please do not try to harm me with what you believe to be true.
And really, all I want anyone to do is question their beliefs, not to negate them, but to find Truth, as truth stands up to scrutiny. Only false beliefs are harmed when people ask the difficult questions. I know that truth is so much larger than I am that I can never see the whole picture. I know that what is true for me may not be true for you, and that's OKAY! Just the act of trying to find it, that's what counts, that is what is going to set us all free!!
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“and now that the pain is gone, I can't go back there again.”
this bears repeating. This is why I *must* believe. I don't care whether anyone else believes or not, or if they think the government has put some sort of micro-chip radio in my head, or any other ludicrous notion along those lines. You should hear the doozies I've heard lately, other people trying to explain away and negate my personal experiences, just because they are afraid of that which they do not understand!
I find it much preferable to believe, and to not hurt anymore, than to doubt and live with the sort of constant pain I always experienced before. But hey, that's my choice! You don't have to agree with it. I really don't care. (that's not true, I do care, and I don't like seeing people in pain, but there's nothing I can do if they find the pain preferable than the journey within to face their own fears.)
5 nov 2007
why was I chosen for this task the spirits have given me? this confounded me, haunted me, frightened me for most of my life. It wasn't so terrible as a small child, the spirits were my friends, my playmates, I knew they would never harm me. But when I got older, and realized that other people didn't know about these spirits, I learned to be afraid. I was terrified I'd be found out, that my friends might learn that I wasn't like them, that I was different, strange, a freak.
When the world laughed at Shirley Maclaine, I grew even more afraid. I dared not admit to anyone that I agreed with her and saw no cause for ridicule, and I became afraid to draw that ridicule upon myself. I did everything I could to fortify those walls I had already built between me and everyone else, to hide who I am from them out of fear.
And still the notion that invisible beings had some sort of hand in who I am, and wanted something from me, really bothered me. Why were they giving me these visions and dreams? I didn't want to be different. I just wanted left alone and to leave people alone. Until the children came along, I would have been perfectly happy to live out in the woods much as Thoreau did in his Walden experiment, except permanently. Alone, where I could commune with nature and the spirits and not have to worry about anyone thinking I'm crazy, delusional, insane, because there wouldn't be any other people around.
Was I chosen? Are we not all of us chosen? Is the only difference between us that I am not fighting it anymore, not trying to be like everyone else, okay with who I am, warts and all?
You don't have to believe what I believe is true. But I do. When I start to doubt, my pain comes back. I was hurting my entire life, and now that the pain is gone, I can't go back there again. I am happy now, and I like it so much better than the constant anger and rage that I always felt before. I do have a choice, and I have made my decision. It's entirely up to you what you choose to believe. Just remember that my beliefs cause harm to nobody, please do not try to harm me with what you believe to be true.
And really, all I want anyone to do is question their beliefs, not to negate them, but to find Truth, as truth stands up to scrutiny. Only false beliefs are harmed when people ask the difficult questions. I know that truth is so much larger than I am that I can never see the whole picture. I know that what is true for me may not be true for you, and that's OKAY! Just the act of trying to find it, that's what counts, that is what is going to set us all free!!
****************************************
“and now that the pain is gone, I can't go back there again.”
this bears repeating. This is why I *must* believe. I don't care whether anyone else believes or not, or if they think the government has put some sort of micro-chip radio in my head, or any other ludicrous notion along those lines. You should hear the doozies I've heard lately, other people trying to explain away and negate my personal experiences, just because they are afraid of that which they do not understand!
I find it much preferable to believe, and to not hurt anymore, than to doubt and live with the sort of constant pain I always experienced before. But hey, that's my choice! You don't have to agree with it. I really don't care. (that's not true, I do care, and I don't like seeing people in pain, but there's nothing I can do if they find the pain preferable than the journey within to face their own fears.)
Thursday, February 21, 2008
letter to a friend
the unnatural order of things can't last much longer. when people stop trying to control the world, a natural order will emerge, one that really works for everyone's best interest, rather than the best interest of only the few who rule. it's really gonna happen, Dave, and we'll live to see it!
i was given vision of three possible futures. we are now in one of them, and it's not one of the scary ones. i wish i could show you how wonderful this is, how certain i am of things i know are starting to happen now. it's just words anyway. i do believe. and i don't have those fears and doubts anymore. the spirits are very happy, and this makes me happy.
everything's gonna be okay, I just KNOW it is. It's not going to be easy, nothing ever is. But it will be lots of fun for those who don't fight it. be true to your spirit, it will never lie to you. Humans lie all the time, but true spirit doesn't. People try to make spirit a lie, what with santa clause and the tooth fairy, but those are just lies people tell. follow your inner guide and you can make your wildest dreams come true!!
love,
stacy
i was given vision of three possible futures. we are now in one of them, and it's not one of the scary ones. i wish i could show you how wonderful this is, how certain i am of things i know are starting to happen now. it's just words anyway. i do believe. and i don't have those fears and doubts anymore. the spirits are very happy, and this makes me happy.
everything's gonna be okay, I just KNOW it is. It's not going to be easy, nothing ever is. But it will be lots of fun for those who don't fight it. be true to your spirit, it will never lie to you. Humans lie all the time, but true spirit doesn't. People try to make spirit a lie, what with santa clause and the tooth fairy, but those are just lies people tell. follow your inner guide and you can make your wildest dreams come true!!
love,
stacy
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