The Sleeping Beauty
By Marita Garay
Wake up! "Sleeping Beauty"
Your time has already gone.
A long time ago,
A precious treasure box
Was hidden in your heart,
Don't remember that?
Before you decided to be a living being,
They were jealous to you...
There are thirteen assignments for you.
You must get up and go to work now!
Find it within yourself!
Your life depends on this duty,
So move on and be bold,
Don't be scared my son.
I always keep an eye on you,
I always believe in you,
I always wait for you,
Don't disappoint me, son.
That's good! Exploring your heart, huh?
You made the right steps,
I can see them!
Can you feel the vibration in there?
Take them out, one by one...
They need: light, reinforcement,
And power from your soul;
Keep going... I know you will succeed!
BELIEVE IN YOURSELF,
MAINTAIN A POSITIVE ATTITUDE,
BRING THE BEST TO YOU FROM THIS LIFE,
SHARE YOUR PURE FEELINGS WITH OTHERS,
GIVE A GOOD EXAMPLE OF YOURSELF,
MAKE A PEACEFUL ENVIRONMENT AROUND YOU,
RESPECT OTHER'S CHOICES,
RESPECT NATURE,
MEDITATE ALWAYS,
REMIND YOURSELF, YOU ARE PART OF ME,
BE CONNECTED TO YOUR INNER STRENGTH,
SUPPORT YOUR HIGHEST IDEAL OF UNITY,
ACCEPT YOUR MISTAKES BECAUSE THIS PLANET IS YOUR SCHOOL.
ARE YOU READY FOR YOUR JOURNEY?
GOOD BOY...
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Entering the Castle
Caroline Myss
Entering the Castle is designed to lead the reader into a deeper dimension, i.e. mysticism. According to Myss, mystics without monasteries ask themselves three questions:
(1) For what reason was I born? (2) What is the greater purpose and meaning of my life? (3) How am I meant to be of service?
Your soul as Castle is a mystical sanctuary into which you can retreat whenever you need to gather your strength, clear your mind of debris, or regain your footing. It is an inner sanctum in which you can gain access to grace and sublime guidance." Self-examination, prayer, and contemplation are devotional tools that offer the best access to the soul. Myss describes seven mansions and guides us through the lessons in room after room:
The First Mansion: the power of prayer, humility, chaos, and divine seduction; The Second Mansion: God in the details, inner vision, soul companions, commitment to God; The Third Mansion: surrender, the defeat of reason, the desert; The Fourth Mansion: the mystical heart, receiving God, the prayer of recollection; The Fifth Mansion: dissolving into holiness, mystical experiences, mystical marriage; The Sixth Mansion: essential wisdom and the final fire, room of gifts, meaning in suffering;
The Seventh Mansion: divine marriage, healing, and reentering the world.
Joan of Arc
by Leonard Cohen
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| Now the flames they followed joan of arc As she came riding through the dark; No moon to keep her armour bright, No man to get her through this very smoky night. She said, I’m tired of the war, I want the kind of work I had before, A wedding dress or something white To wear upon my swollen appetite.
Well, I’m glad to hear you talk this way, You know I’ve watched you riding every day And something in me yearns to win Such a cold and lonesome heroine. And who are you? she sternly spoke To the one beneath the smoke. Why, I’m fire, he replied, And I love your solitude, I love your pride.
Then fire, make your body cold, I’m going to give you mine to hold, Saying this she climbed inside To be his one, to be his only bride. And deep into his fiery heart He took the dust of joan of arc, And high above the wedding guests He hung the ashes of her wedding dress.
It was deep into his fiery heart He took the dust of joan of arc, And then she clearly understood If he was fire, oh then she must be wood. I saw her wince, I saw her cry, I saw the glory in her eye. Myself I long for love and light, But must it come so cruel, and oh so bright? | |
ALL SOULS NIGHT
Words and music by Loreena McKennitt
Bonfires dot the rolling hills
Figures dance around and around
To drums that pulse out echoes of darkness
Moving to the pagan sound.
Somewhere in a hidden memory
Images float before my eyes
Of fragrant nights of straw and of bonfires
And dancing till the next sunrise.
CHORUS
I can see lights in the distance
Trembling in the dark cloak of night
Candles and lanterns are dancing, dancing
A waltz on All Souls Night.
Figures of cornstalks bend in the shadows
Held up tall as the flames leap high
The green knight holds the holly bush
To mark where the old year passes by.
CHORUS
Bonfires dot the rolling hillsides
Figures dance around and around
To drums that pulse out echoes of darkness
And moving to the pagan sound.
Standing on the bridge that crosses
The river that goes out to the sea
The wind is full of a thousand voices
They pass by the bridge and me