“Everything in your life is there as a vehicle for your transformation.
Use it!”
— Ram Dass
Travelling this road of becoming
accompanied by the spirits of change
No constants, no restraints
except that we cannot remain in place
Let the spirits guide the way
the shadows show the wyrd
and the spiders weave each strand in place
We break all conventions
as we shift and shine
brilliant and serpentine
evolving, becoming anew
— G A Rosenberg
Blessings, G
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On a Surreal Path by G A Rosenberg
Pieces Coming Together As They Unfold by G A Rosenberg
“Don’t let people’s scars distract you from their smiles.”
— John Maurer
A few of my friends who have been roommates for awhile came to me separately for advice on how to deal with each other. Their friendship appeared to be the kind that we humans choose unconsciously because we need to have a funhouse mirror of certain combinations of our qualities held up to us to see and deal with. This in my experience happens when our introspective nature’s become blocked. The things that draw us into these relationships tends to be the qualities that we share that we enjoy. Problems arise most often, it seems when qualities we dislike or don’t fully understand about ourselves come into play. I could see that this most likely was the case with my friends but could only point out the edges to them. Neither wanted to realize the gifts they were giving each other and themselves by illuminating how they dealt or didn’t with their shadow selves. Things escalated to the point where they forgot why they had become friends in the first place. No doubt they will each draw into their lives people with similar qualities that they will have to deal with until they get the lesson. Life’s funny that way.
Blessings, G
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Landscape of Intertwined Rainbow Starfish by G A Rosenberg
“Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.”
— Anaïs Nin
Riding the Change Wave
until I settle down
knowing that the next thing
won’t be the last I’ve found
content to know
that none of this will last
this is but a moment
and its heading for the past
the people you know
become those you’ve known
and the town never stays the same
Your hair will be different
your identity fades
you might not even keep your name
Riding the Change wave
it will come round again
nothing’s too stable
we lose a few and then we win
but I do know that that’s how
I choose to live
changing from day to day
giving what I have to give
— G A Rosenberg
“Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.”
― Leonardo da Vinci
There are all kinds of things that after you do them once, you do everything possible for the chance to do it again. Flying for me was one of those. I love being in the air no matter the mode of transportation. Certain drug experiences have been like that too. Having once tasted them you look forward to experience that taste of reality being more fluid than you heretofore believed (or so I’ve been told.) Mystical experiences have been much like that to me as well. Not that I have had many but each time I want to feel that way again. So we strive for the taste of the sky and when we land, we try to keep our new understandings within as we look up, ever up.
Blessings, G
“What each must seek in his life never was on land or sea. It is something out of his own unique potentiality for experience, something that never has been and never could have been experienced by anyone else.”
-Joseph Campbell
Surrender to the search within
even as it takes you to places
you never thought existed
as facets reveal
untold treasures
and sometimes horrors
and then there are those sides
that partake of both
Never be afraid of
the shadowed aspects
for in those shadows
the light shines brightly
and it is the darkest flame
that illuminates most.
— G A Rosenberg
“Your head’s like mine, like all our heads; big enough to contain every god and devil there ever was. Big enough to hold the weight of oceans and the turning stars. Whole universes fit in there! But what do we choose to keep in this miraculous cabinet? Little broken things, sad trinkets that we play with over and over. The world turns our key and we play the same little tune again and again and we think that tune’s all we are.”
― Grant Morrison
Beyond Key and Lock
Beyond Thing and Thing
Beyond Rocks and Hard Places
Beyond our narrow narrow spaces
Beyond Party or Creed
Beyond our Little Needs
Beyond wants and desire
Past where we aspire
Beyond what we conceive
Beyond what we believe
Beyond Cosmos and world
We exist in endless possibility
We can decide and recreate ourselves daily
Blessings, G
““I want to work in revelations, not just spin silly tales for money. I want to fish as deep down as possible into my own subconscious in the belief that once that far down, everyone will understand because they are the same that far down.”
— Jack Kerouac
Within this self’s scars
dwells an elemental expression
leading you down
the signs are the usual
“Abandon all ….”
but what I really need to leave behind
is my bullshit
the fears that keep me above the surface
rather than pulling me down down
the only way out is in
individuate understanding
of an acausal pathway
empathic teargas floating on surface wings
pulling me up into a fear thought abandoned
tho my will keeps me heading down
down towards the centre
down towards apotheosis
away from being
into the void within
— G A Rosenberg
“I was born anew, owner of my own darkness.”
— Pablo Neruda
We all own our darkness and its reflection our light. Both interplay in the shadows of our existence, those wall dramas that we both watch and participate in endlessly. We act as if they matter yet Saturn yanks it all away with his scythe and less and less seems in time to maintain its importance. We seek external conflict so that we can resist the internal and so often the people we draw to us reflect the inner players. They contain the shadows of our most beloved pain and interacting with them shows how much or how little we wish to keep it. We masque others in the skin of our disfunction and then claim that they came that way. Of course they do the same to us and thus we all become fetish fashionistas looking for the right amount of pain to wear this year. We can do better. We can choose to run the drama internally and thus become clear then the scars will only show through our eyes.
Blessings, G
“Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.”
— Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Hurt me a little
Rain on me paindrops
that won’t melt
under morning’s light
The tears streaming down
for I exposed my soft areas
open to your wit’s knife
and I say “again”
Make me bleed my weakness
Let me love my strength
through its absence
the teardrop of blood
slides softly down my face
leaving a trail
as another gathers in my eye
causing a scattered prism
A painbow in my eyes.
— G A Rosenberg
“Envision possibility. Don’t worry who else believes in it; the universe is only looking for instructions from you.”
— Marianne Williamson
Creating the world I live in
breaking the chains I’m given
freeing myself for living
I have to admit tho I keep getting pulled in by all the political bread and circuses. It may be easier this year since they’ve added so many clowns. Take the latest news from the south for instance. Supreme Court Justice Scalia died of a hard attack yesterday. He was 79 and not particularly in the best of health so it probably did not feel totally unexpected. Yet immediately the radical right jumped in with conspiracy theories about how he was murdered (by Obama in at least one reported theory no less). Putting aside the absurdity of this claim for a second one has to ask the next logical question. If he was going to be murdered, why would it be now. The timing is already causing a shit storm due to the fact that President Obama is in his last year in office and the republicans don’t want him to do his appointed job. If it was that easy to assassinate Scalia would it not have been wiser to do it a year ago before several of the most controversial and closest decisions to come down the pike in a while? One has to wonder.
Blessings, G
On a Surreal Path by G A Rosenberg 
Pieces Coming Together As They Unfold by G A Rosenberg 
My Shadowed Face by G A Rosenberg 
