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O Hai Thar!
No matter who you are, if you judge anyone, you have no excuse. When you judge another person, you condemn yourself, since you, the judge, do the same things.[Romans 2:1]
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“Keys To My Karma” is a new approach to love, relationships, life, and auras. These short reflections will elicit your mode to “true reality” hopefully becoming apart of your daily spiritual diet. I hope this blog echoes the truth to your own path and exposes a wonderful breath of fresh air. Cheers to walking with me while finding beauty in negative spaces.
I’m glad that you said everything I finally needed to hear. It pierced me like a thousand daggers. Until today I wasn’t able to let go of the hope that you could see me the way I saw you. Love goes wrong. Life goes on. Alliteration abounds. Notice how a cycle is round?
Damaged for sure, but not for good.
It’s heartbreaking that you didn’t want what I wanted to give. But please hold on to it. It was meant for you. Until I can stop mourning the loss of what could’ve been, I can’t appreciate it for what it was.
“Heartache”
“Headaches”
I caught a glimpse. It was lovely.
I hope you can learn to love yourself as much as you deserve to. As much as I do. Maybe………….
………………maybe then you’ll be able to embrace it when it comes to you from the outside. It doesn’t make life. It makes life sweeter.
They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Halo: Beyonce
Wanting to do something is a desire not a sentence. When I “decide” what I want, I translate my desire into a sentence and then follow the sentence; I take the desire out of my heart and put it into my ego. Asking myself, “What should I do?” brings to mind my habitual answers to that question, it brings in what the voices from the past would want to do, and it ignores the fact that there are probably no adequate words to describe where my heart is leading me this instant.
The configuration of most situations implies, through tradition, a corresponding emotion: We look at all we have to do and feel overwhelmed. Our spouse flirts and we feel jealous. Someone takes the parking place we are backing into and we feel enraged. We are not invited and we feel slighted. Added to traditional interpretations are countless other factors dictating how we should feel: the habitual responses we picked up from our parents, the mood we are in at the time, the attitudes of other people involved, the religious or ethical tradition we learned as a child. Thus, in reality, we can and do respond quite differently to the same provocation each time it occurs.
The “shoulds” in how I “should” feel conflict to the point of anxiety, which is how I feel much of the time. Only the stillness of my heart is consistent, and it does not dictate how to behave but merely how to see. If I want to clarify what it is I wish to do about the situation, it would be certain I know the difference between how I see this man and how everyone is telling me he is. I do not see Kirk as mature and sincere. How do I see him? Here I run into the problem of how I really see him versus trying to remain consistent with how I told everyone I saw him. I can be faithful to my image or faithful to myself.
The past couple of weeks have been gruesome. On a personal level, community level, national level, universal level, and all other levels there are of concern. During this period I discovered some new words to live by. These words are comforting to read, easy to speak but difficult to live by especially when your heart is heavy.
Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.
(2 Corinthians 4:16-18 NIV)
Those words may describe someone you know. They are struggling to hold on to their hope. Life has worn them out. Problems at work. Bills mounting. Broken relationships. Disappointments. Day after day they face life wondering if it will ever get better. Yes friends, unhappiness is a choice.
This month’s song comes from Sarah Brightman if your friend comes to you for help, or to share their story with you, share the words above and share the song below.
There is a very simple principle that most of us can’t seem to get a hang of–as you give, so you receive. Some of us find it difficult to believe that it is necessary to give first and give righteously. Others have been trained to only give gifts on specific occasions, unfortunately this kind of giving is more for ourselves than for the person receiving the gift. If you only give to get, you will not receive.
We have been miseducated about gift-giving. We tend to believe that gifts must always bear a price tag or be given as a particular reason. Try these tips:
Give a smile
Give a prayer
Give your time
Give your talent,energy, your thoughts
Give anonymously without expectation of recognition
Give your knowledge and the information you have received
Pay the toll for the car behind you
Give a book when you’ve finished it
Give someone you don’t know a compliment
Because:
“At the end of life we will not be judged by how many diplomas we have received, how much money we have made, how many great things we have done.
We will be judged by ‘I was hungry and you gave me to eat, I was naked and you clothed me, I was homeless and you took me in.’
Hungry not only for bread — but hungry for love. Naked not only for clothing — but naked for human dignity and respect. Homeless not only for want of a room of bricks — but homeless because of rejection.” ~ Mother Teresa
When I am feeling small, negative feedback seems to better than none. I would rather have a person hate me than overlook me. As long as I am hated I make a difference.
Hunting, throwing stones at wildlife, buying exotic pets, picking flowers, criticizing prominent people, may at times be an attempt to make contact with, even identify with, that which seems free and beautiful and so frightfully unlike us.
When people criticize me I am not any less because of that. It is not a criticism of me but critical thinking from them. They are expressing their thoughts and feelings, not my being.
Before, I thought I was actually fighting for my own self-worth; that is why I so desperately wanted people to like me. I thought their liking me was a comment on me, but it was a comment on them.
The question I could ask myself after receiving criticism, “Does this statement give any insight into myself?” not “Is it true?” If I say, “That’s true,” those words really mean, “I think about myself in the same way.” No one is in a position to know whether or not it is true.
A criticism is at best a description of the immediate past. It does not describe the future course of my life. So is it true to how I have been or true to what I will be? And more importantly, to which end will I use it?
Last week I learned two valuable lessons. The first is acknowledging self-discipline, the ability that I can keep on going despite what feels like low reserves. The second, I can now open my mind to all possibilities.
The decision to climb the hill came at a split second after a friend’s invite. I was stressed, weak and physically not prepared. I stocked up for the mission but uncertainty was at the forefront of my mind.
Ready, Set, No!!
The path between the starting line and the final destination was a long winding road I crept slowly, my calves growled for mercy, my throat stretched and pleaded for water I somehow managed to cross the finish line.
OK, the actuality I didn’t rebel. Respecting my efforts, respecting my self was firmly tightened under my belt.
As I walked, each day was different, climbing the hill got harder by the day and the weather was never certain. My muscles bled, my blood overheated and my mind was open to all, if not every possibility.
The principle seems to be : If you don’t give up, if you don’t lose hope, if you don’t sell out–anything is possible.
I am a promise, I am a possibility, I’m a great big bundle of potentiality.
When we walk to the edge
of all the light we have
and take the step into the
darkness of the unknown,
we must believe that
one of two things will happen….
There will be something
solid for us to stand on
or we will be taught to fly. ( Patrick Overton )
November’s song is dedicated to persons that I love the most, persons who are connected to me via social networks and to you my dear readers who I love dearly. Enjoy!!
……….there is no more in my body for anything else but you.
………..I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)
Eloquence is sometimes lyrical, sometimes powerful, but unless it includes love, unless the words caress the heart as well as the ear, it is a beauty that inspires but does not heal.
If love is, what is it? and uhmm….where does love begin?
Does your mind think it first and then your heart believes it too?
Or does your heart feel it first and then whisper to you mind what has happened?
Is it the rhythm of your rapidly beating heart when that “special” someone is near?
I’m lost in a fog of depression, everything I seem to hold dear crumbles like burnt paper in my hands
How can a body withstand this? Who knows how to make love stay?
The human heart is a strange vessel, it tells, listens, respects the truth and never pretends, yet the hear loves but moods have no loyalty. Only one thing is predictable about emotions: They will change.
And is it true, that the heart was made to be broken?
I was told that, when it comes to love — though it may be hard to tell the difference — seek not one who compliments you, but one who complements you.
So, *sighs*….what is love?
I was writing in my journal when I, quite without thinking, wrote this line:
What else is love but the continued acceptance of a person despite the person’s flaws?
Though it’s not the perfect definition of love, I thought it was pretty good. And if you love me, you’d agree, wouldn’t you?
“Keys To My Karma”