Mirror or Mirrored


The “Merchants of Cool” first aired in 2001.

Teenagers are growing up in a world of marketing.

The census bureau in 2008 there were 21,469,780 teenagers in America

These are the true demographics:

Gen X: born 1965-1981

Gen Y: born 1982-1995

Gen Z: born 1996-present.

Magic Carpet Ride


Death, Grief and the Magic Carpet Ride

Keep the precious in your heart always, You have to keep them alive, Don’t forget…!

Life is short, enjoy the journey…that’s all we have!

Moreover, there’s no such thing as death, only shape shifting.

The body dies.

The spirit stays.

Angels are everywhere, yearning to help us.

We need only tune into their frequency, acknowledge them and ask.

They always deliver.

In fact, they’re the ones who help us maneuver the magic carpet.

I cannot envision traveling through life without an entourage of accompanying angels wherever I go for comfort, guidance and protection.

Imbuing myself with magic carpet consciousness, which is, in essence, an abiding connection to the universal Force of Spirit and the Divine, I have understood the greatest truth of all: the only thing that really matters in this world is love, love of self first and love of others, as a reflection of the One Love.

I believe now the only real failures in life are not loving fully and not developing our gifts and talents.

The magic Carpet Ride. “Hmmm….” a moment of contemplation. “Hmmm…yes…what makes me think I’m driving anyway?”

Excerpts taken from this site:

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Lullaby of Pi


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Just finished watching “Life of Pi”  Tears are still fresh on my face.

To describe this move is not an easy feat. It is a fantasy adventure of a young man’s journey.

His name is Piscine Molitor

Shipwrecked, the heartache of losing his family,alone on the vast ocean of Life.

He realizes on his small life boat he has travelers. A huge Bengal cat named “Richard Parker”

How the tiger got it’s name and the tale of alternating stories to satisfy insurance mongrels, is left for you too see.

Of course the story of the animals and how they were portrayed in metaphors is THE Story.

The soundtrack is mesmerizing and hauntingly beautiful.

My favorite is the Lullaby.

My Minnie Cat Cries like a Baby


Minnie is almost ten. She celebrates on Heart Day, the 14 th.

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She is petite, soft, cuddly and lovable purrfection.

She has always allowed me to throw her over my shoulder or carry her in my arms.

Her tale rattles like a snake with out the sound. I call her rattle tail.

She has a Om sound she makes. It, rather emanates on its own. It is the primal sound of the universe.

China is called Curley Tail. She is almost two.

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China is more aloof. She bullies poor Minnie.

She speaks too me…sounds French and I do not comprehend the language. I swear it sounds like “Hello” She chatters non-stop at times.

Yesterday she finally allowed me to cut her razor sharp talons that were a hazard to herself and others.

They both are my babies. They share there Den with a brother called Shy Guy. His sister Cinnamon Swirl went to Rainbow Bridge in 2010.

Feed Me Now~If you do not get up I will bite you harder till you do. Minnie is missing three canine teeth.(the pointy front ones that look like fangs)

Dreamscapes


Listening to “Taken by Trees” Dreams~ from Other Worlds
I made a new playlist called “Scapes” 🙂

I know it’s Not a dream

The Sound of the Trees

I WONDER about the trees.
Why do we wish to bear
Forever the noise of these
More than another noise
So close to our dwelling place?
We suffer them by the day
Till we lose all measure of pace,
And fixity in our joys,
And acquire a listening air.
They are that talks of going
But never gets away;
And that talks no less for knowing,
As it grows wiser and older,
That now it means to stay.
My feet tug at the floor
And my head sways to my shoulder
Sometimes when I watch trees sway,
From the window or the door.
I shall set forth for somewhere,
I shall make the reckless choice
Some day when they are in voice
And tossing so as to scare
The white clouds over them on.
I shall have less to say, But I shall be gone.–
Robert Frost

 

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