We are the you you imagine

Ultimately we are our own judge, we hold the wisdom, we are the observer, but this “we” is not the conceptual we that we think and talk about, it is the real we that can only be experienced directly. When that is then there are no questions and no judgment.

Him is you, but not the you you imagine, therefor you need a segregate you, which should be taken for real until you become real.

By Mossy

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~ our journey

Remember the road must be windy and full of hills… otherwise we would not understand how long we have traveled and for what purpose, if the end is indeed in sight at the end of the long flat road




They come in all forms… words of advice from some higher self… your higher self

These serendipities… syncronicities 


Is that all they are?


How busy are we when we can’t take a minute and unwind… think about our burdens… think about the meanings…

How busy are we when it becomes stressful to stop and breathe?

These instances are when our mind/subconsiousness looks for signals… they are there already… we are just too busy to notice… it is our higher self which relays the message to the mind. 




These messages are all around… the messages are the ones we are too blind to see… plainly visable and understandable… they are our signs… we realize the problems, know the solutions, yet they are unheard…





These things are our messages… we know they are situations which are difficult… altering… these are things which we understand and know they shouldn’t be… they are our lessons… the fact that we all  know they are sorrowful… we all feel for the situations passionately… these are the things all sides can agree on… things that are inhumane… yet, there they are… existing… and to such extremes it breaks even some who are not there is person…




There are those which do wonderful charitable works… philanthropists… and every day good people… yet there are those who close there eyes to it… refuse to think, let alone acknowledge these situations… let us learn our lessons as a whole…




“One of the most powerful vision I have experienced was the first photograph of the earth from outer space.  The image of a blue planet floating indeep space, glowing like the full moon on a clear night, brought home powerfully to me the recognition that we are indeed all members of a single family sharing one little house.” -dalai lama




So in conclusion…  these are extremes… which are our messages… we need to listen more… perhaps the solution is there as well… we just need to look a bit deeper… and share with one another… 

Favorite Quotes…

I have been tagged by Ray from The Esoteric Journey to share my favorite quotes


I have always held a fascination with being quoted… Somethings have been stated so well they resonate through time… I find I enjoy quotes and psalms… I enjoy quotes which make me think… some quotes even  manage to capture an essence of life… here are some of my favorite quotes……..


The “I” is an illusion, God alone is real -Rumi


Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly -proverb

Whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should – Max Ehrmann

What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters to what lies within us

– Ralph Waldo Emerson

Last but not least… the man whom I find to be the wisest

Mr Albert Einstein

Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius — and a lot of courage — to move in the opposite direction

Imagination is more important than knowledge

I want to know God’s thoughts; the rest are details


I probably did not need to write this many… but it was fun… Now the moment of tag… 



Michael from Earth Pages






Surface Earth

Sanity Found

Abdur Rahman


Maybe I should tag my whole blogroll… I did most already… and If you do not feel up to the post, just share them here… I have a whole page of quotes up already… Have a great day and thank you Ray... I had fun thinking 🙂



To be Quoted…

Tonight I was thinking of my father… he has been on my mind lately (although he never leaves my thoughts)… It is June and this month has always been for me and my dad. Our birthdays are two days apart… they run on Fathers day weekend… most of the time…

So I was thinking of my father…I have been trying to remember all his lines, sayings, quirks… many lost in translation, but gained in accent 😉 . We were originally from Romania…I have lived in the United States for most of my life, my father restarted and finished his life here. It is and has always been home.

He had the biggest heart and the kindest Soul… his passions exceeded his expectations… I have mentioned all that I loved about my father previously… so tonight an ode to my fathers lines, sayings and quirks…

Ode to Silviu




Loved to cook, never clean, each and every cabinet door left open, flour and eggs on the ceiling,

with a smile and pride… “my work is finished… ;)”


“Are there any cooooocumbers”… an emphasis on the “ooooo”


I love crepes, and my father made them the best! however he once made the mistake of calling them “craps” lets just say it stuck around.


During his last few years he was often tired… but it never stopped him from writing. That was never his profession… always his dream. Sometimes I would get to the house late… I always knew where he was, down stairs in his “office”… a little den in the basement… all his own… It is not the same 

Sometimes I was rushed and missed out on our talks… but when we caught up… it was perfect…

(sorry dad for that… I have slowed down a bit)


This is a little secret I never shared…

We were leaving my sisters wedding at the same time… he was driving in front of me on the highway to show me the way… Then we got to the intersection where I recognized… (this is going to sound bad and irresponsible, but if you would have known my day you would get it)… he wanted to race, so here we are on the hutch and we are speeding, it was only for a minute, but it was a memory I will never forget…


He was so proud of his culinary abilities… based in “Romanian Cuisine”…  I would eat that food everyday if I could… but something about my dad, when he cooked… he was a great chef… really… except for…

the dish I will never forget … Tripe soup… It was one of the grossest things I had ever smelled…  the whole family grabbed the pot of soup and threw it outside… never again… we talked about that one forever…


Or his compassion for tele-marketers and Jahovas witnesses. Wether it was boredom, or his sense of humor… tele-marketers would call… my dad would turn them around… start questioning them… he would make them forget what they are doing… he was good at confusing people… 😉


One day two Jahovas came to the door… now for all who are super religious… I mean this in the utter most respect for all faiths… my dad had very strong beliefs as well…

Two Jahovas Witnesses came to the door… My dad knew who they were and what they wanted… so he invited them in (if they only knew)…

They began thier preaching and information… my father said “alright you want me to listen about your religion, ok first listen about mine…” after ten minutes they suddenly had to leave… I couldn’t believe it… hadn’t had any visitors since then…


I could go on forever… but for know I raise my head and smile… 

Here’s to you Dad… an ode to Silviu

May I be quoted one day with love and humor and the warmest of memories…


Anais Nin:
“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”


“”Give them nothing,”said the saint. “Take rather part of their load, and carry it along with them-that would be most agreeable to them: if only it agrees with you!” -Friedrich Neitzche, “Thus spoke Zarathustra”


Your cries are for the piteous

Your sighs are for the greedy

Your worries are for the selfish

Yet you remain selfless


With tears you break spirits

Yet light and peace are behind those eyes

Remind yourself this burden you carry is not yours

It is empathy’s war


When the angel brought your soul

When the angel called your spirit

You tried

All in all

All and all

Ashes and Gems

Surviving your fall


You bring forth Joy

You carry your light

You are beauty

Bring forth life


Be well

Time will show her plan

Time will tell her secrets

She will beckon to you