The poem was written in Phnom Penh, where I wrote it in the street since someone had knocked me in the head and stolen my money, passport etc. I had to survive.
Your comment touched my heart. It brought many memories back.
Thanks Celia. I've been a Gibran/Prophet fan and advocate for decades; similar to Richard Bach's 'Jonathan Livingston Seagull' and IMHO more so 'Illusions'.
About 5pm GMT, I completed a 45mins Joe Dispenza meditation (Progressive Online Course), a repeat of prana tube breathwork. My biggest healing meditation yet, aided I'm sure by a shamanic meditation on 12th Dec, which released a deep sobbing middle-of-the-night-sleep-interrupting purging in the small hours 13th Dec, at the end of which I cried, "Please help me".
Fast-forward to my recent shakings and outpourings, this is consistent with Dispenza's descriptions/stories in his books:
For me, it was a shaking convulsing catharsis, that to anyone observing would cause concern as if I were having some sort of epileptic fit or seizure, including gasps: huge vocal expellations, as if some sort of exorcism were under way (which I believe was happening). And this was non-stop for about 40mins, after the first few prana tube breaths... 'Perineum to pineal' or 'source to target' as Dispenza entreats. Incredible.
I'm back on Earth now. 😊👍🏽♾️✨✨✨✨
Dissolving into universal consciousness is of course part of deep meditation - https://heartmath.org - transcendental meditation - DrJoeDispenza.com's work (and others such as https://GreggBraden.com) and shamanic rituals/meditations especially.
I have posted before on my substack about VedaAustin.com and Masuru Emoto and the intelligence of water and our ability to make fairweather clouds disappear using the power of thought and gratitude directed at the cloud so targeted.
There are countless fractals of ancient wisdoms and healing energies that we are rediscovering from deep in our collective souls.
Love, gratitude, peace (made real via gratitude and our breath, from deep in our heart).
Gibran! and Jonathan Livingston Seagull, and The Little Prince, and Gurdjieff, and Ouspensky!! And Masuru and Veda, and cymatics, meditation and yoga. Namaste.
Celia, to the Lucia thing... I am th e daughter of my teacher mother and we had her whole class coming in every and each Lucia morning, not 4 but 7 o clock. A real bother to have the house cleaned, the daughter woken up, chairs to be found and still not look to bothered nor tired. A real event! Still I did that to my then sorority sisters in Iowa, who just loved it and gave them a memory of a life time, I guess the best memory of me anyway! Some special with Lucia, all the more astonishing that the celebration is really about nothing. Lucia herself was a Sicilian saint and because of her eye something, she something.... so I guess this is more of a Luciferan thing and should not be celebrated at all.
This is metaphorical for our need to surrender ourselves and go into the whole. However Penny Kelly did some interesting experiments establishing that water is indeed conscious. I can’t remember which of her books it was in but her works (including her work with the “elementals” that guard and nourish plants like faeries on her Michigan farm) are very interesting.
I had a thought today that… whatever happens, what happened is something that exists… it was always there, and this dial moved through it as if it was linear… as if the universe is a phonograph… one of the jealousies of ego is to always want more, or to regret not having had enough, and through that appetite you cling here… when you had so many nows, so many windows into infinity if you stopped to see… I remember all of it
Just after the 60's fervor quited residential boarding schools and big pharma tag teamed to use what developed as the Tti industry.
Troubled teen industry.
100s of thousands of the nations brightest creative types were either shipped off to these or captured to wake up in one of these off grid concentration camps.
The drugs were administered and the kids were placed under the " crazy man" theology of Gibran.
The Book "prophet" was many of these schools bible for using his embedded idealogy of Islam as their primary healing modality.
Anyone with a few brain cells left who can
think past the seductive prose of Gibran need only to examine his life & belief system that he was a cultural weapon used against a generation who's parents had been ill prepared to take on let alone understand the paradigm of destruction Islam was against a nation who was binging on sex,drugs & rock & roll.
I heard, 20 years too late - favourite english teacher committed suicide - in a tidal river,in winter.
My chief regret was - when she had previously seen the confidence of becoming a christian- I had not tarried ,a little ,on more syncretic shores,a more shared 'doubt'.
My Mom who tomorrow will have shed her mortal coil 9 years ago surprised us by reciting Gibran's, "On Children" at my wife's and my wedding 42 years ago. Gibran was a favorite of many of my generation, so I somewhat knew him, but on that day I began to appreciate the beauty and wisdom in much of his work. The melding of this sage with water-inspired verse is a confluence of equals. They both possess an infinite quality in their expression of life.
My poem on this:
CONFLUENCE
Have you seen two rivers meet?
Have you felt the point?
Rivers are like living souls
that blossom where they join
The gentle breeze upon your face
is a soulful alphabet
that spells the magic moment
when two souls truly met
Love was in that meeting
an instant yes in time
and The Author of The Rives
wrote the meeting down
These two souls will meet again
where other rivers join
a wave creates another
the blessing will go on
Blessed are the rivers
and blessed is the soul
The Author of The Rives
wrote on the bank in coal:
Be a hero take the blows
that are more pricks than kicks
The mirror image of your soul
wrote exactly this
(Cambodia, street 589, 2019)
I'm a long-time fan of K. Gibran, but THIS, ~this poem is even more beautiful. Thank you!
Thank you from my heart.
The poem was written in Phnom Penh, where I wrote it in the street since someone had knocked me in the head and stolen my money, passport etc. I had to survive.
Your comment touched my heart. It brought many memories back.
Thank you again.
Magically inspired, beautifully expressed. Thank you.
Thank you so much.
I treasure your comment.
Thank you, mo.
Celia, you bring so much delight every day into the life of this 82 y/o grandma. Luv ya ❤️
Beautiful! He was amazingly prescient - magnet stuck to fridge is small old newspaper clipping -
“Your Pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding “ Khlah Gibran
WOW, how true that is! Thanks
Dr. David Martin, w/ Alex Jones https://beforeitsnews.com/alternative/2024/12/new-bioattack-incoming-dr-david-martin-issues-warning-about-deep-state-intention-to-derail-trump-video-3826470.html
"...he said, 'Delores, I live in fear. My love for you's so overpowering, I'm afraid I will disappear.'.."
- Slip Sliding Away, Paul Simon
Thanks Celia. I've been a Gibran/Prophet fan and advocate for decades; similar to Richard Bach's 'Jonathan Livingston Seagull' and IMHO more so 'Illusions'.
About 5pm GMT, I completed a 45mins Joe Dispenza meditation (Progressive Online Course), a repeat of prana tube breathwork. My biggest healing meditation yet, aided I'm sure by a shamanic meditation on 12th Dec, which released a deep sobbing middle-of-the-night-sleep-interrupting purging in the small hours 13th Dec, at the end of which I cried, "Please help me".
Fast-forward to my recent shakings and outpourings, this is consistent with Dispenza's descriptions/stories in his books:
For me, it was a shaking convulsing catharsis, that to anyone observing would cause concern as if I were having some sort of epileptic fit or seizure, including gasps: huge vocal expellations, as if some sort of exorcism were under way (which I believe was happening). And this was non-stop for about 40mins, after the first few prana tube breaths... 'Perineum to pineal' or 'source to target' as Dispenza entreats. Incredible.
I'm back on Earth now. 😊👍🏽♾️✨✨✨✨
Dissolving into universal consciousness is of course part of deep meditation - https://heartmath.org - transcendental meditation - DrJoeDispenza.com's work (and others such as https://GreggBraden.com) and shamanic rituals/meditations especially.
I have posted before on my substack about VedaAustin.com and Masuru Emoto and the intelligence of water and our ability to make fairweather clouds disappear using the power of thought and gratitude directed at the cloud so targeted.
There are countless fractals of ancient wisdoms and healing energies that we are rediscovering from deep in our collective souls.
Love, gratitude, peace (made real via gratitude and our breath, from deep in our heart).
Alan
Gibran! and Jonathan Livingston Seagull, and The Little Prince, and Gurdjieff, and Ouspensky!! And Masuru and Veda, and cymatics, meditation and yoga. Namaste.
Yes to all that!
Celia, to the Lucia thing... I am th e daughter of my teacher mother and we had her whole class coming in every and each Lucia morning, not 4 but 7 o clock. A real bother to have the house cleaned, the daughter woken up, chairs to be found and still not look to bothered nor tired. A real event! Still I did that to my then sorority sisters in Iowa, who just loved it and gave them a memory of a life time, I guess the best memory of me anyway! Some special with Lucia, all the more astonishing that the celebration is really about nothing. Lucia herself was a Sicilian saint and because of her eye something, she something.... so I guess this is more of a Luciferan thing and should not be celebrated at all.
This is metaphorical for our need to surrender ourselves and go into the whole. However Penny Kelly did some interesting experiments establishing that water is indeed conscious. I can’t remember which of her books it was in but her works (including her work with the “elementals” that guard and nourish plants like faeries on her Michigan farm) are very interesting.
Penny Kelly?! I'd all but forgotten to remember her name.
What you write is akin to Findhorn and I did not know this side of her.
The river knows which way to flow. You’ll end up where you’re supposed to go.
Thank you. From a poet
Beautiful metaphor!
I had a thought today that… whatever happens, what happened is something that exists… it was always there, and this dial moved through it as if it was linear… as if the universe is a phonograph… one of the jealousies of ego is to always want more, or to regret not having had enough, and through that appetite you cling here… when you had so many nows, so many windows into infinity if you stopped to see… I remember all of it
Just after the 60's fervor quited residential boarding schools and big pharma tag teamed to use what developed as the Tti industry.
Troubled teen industry.
100s of thousands of the nations brightest creative types were either shipped off to these or captured to wake up in one of these off grid concentration camps.
The drugs were administered and the kids were placed under the " crazy man" theology of Gibran.
The Book "prophet" was many of these schools bible for using his embedded idealogy of Islam as their primary healing modality.
Anyone with a few brain cells left who can
think past the seductive prose of Gibran need only to examine his life & belief system that he was a cultural weapon used against a generation who's parents had been ill prepared to take on let alone understand the paradigm of destruction Islam was against a nation who was binging on sex,drugs & rock & roll.
I heard, 20 years too late - favourite english teacher committed suicide - in a tidal river,in winter.
My chief regret was - when she had previously seen the confidence of becoming a christian- I had not tarried ,a little ,on more syncretic shores,a more shared 'doubt'.
My Mom who tomorrow will have shed her mortal coil 9 years ago surprised us by reciting Gibran's, "On Children" at my wife's and my wedding 42 years ago. Gibran was a favorite of many of my generation, so I somewhat knew him, but on that day I began to appreciate the beauty and wisdom in much of his work. The melding of this sage with water-inspired verse is a confluence of equals. They both possess an infinite quality in their expression of life.
Here's a song that set the stage for my receptivity toward our courtship a year later: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bYQpFTTdzcc and a more recent cooperative remake with lyrics provided. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UGhzNYtloAo
Fair warning, I'm not on Fakebook. This is my only outlet for private confessionals. Up next: what I had for breakfast this morning :- )
Tears, how wondrously written, thank you dear lady, Grüß Gott.