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Strange Connections
Lynne:
--- Quote from: injest on December 15, 2006, 08:28:49 pm ---hm...ok here is my contribution (for right now)
maybe what you are hunting is not in front of you. maybe you are going the wrong way? when you are lost you don't keep going. You stop, find a safe place, and let yourself be found.
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Jess,
Good thoughts. I think you may be onto something here. (Nice analogy with the woods, btw.) I'm no expert, for sure, and this sounds nearly mystical or fatalistiic or something, but the times in my life when I have been truly happy, things just seemed to go the 'right' way without causing me undue struggle. I am not saying it wasn't *work*, because it was - but it was productive work where you see/feel tangiible results. Alternately, when I feel like I'm not on-track, it's like there is roadblock after roadblock tossed in my path. For every step forward, there are three back. What is that saying? Something like 'Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results.' Is the universe trying to tell us the right direction and we're too stubborn to listen?
-Lynne
injest:
or even ourselves....we lie to ourselves a lot better than we lie to others.
Lynne:
--- Quote from: injest on December 15, 2006, 09:30:53 pm ---or even ourselves....we lie to ourselves a lot better than we lie to others.
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Sure enough!
Daniel:
**gasp**
Mystical wisdom from the mouths of two beautiful people... I am in ecstasy. Thank you for sharing your wisdom with me. I have much to respond with, but perhaps only a little which I can put into words.
The forest... I have seen this image so many times myself. But one of my favorite allusions to the dark wood in which Dante found himself lost in the Divine Comedy is this one from Loreena McKennitt. Lynne, you may recognize the words from her track, "Dante's Prayer" on the CD "The Book of Secrets"
When the dark wood fell before me
And all the paths were overgrown
When the priests of pride say there is no other way
I tilled the sorrows of stone
I did not believe because I could not see
Though you came to me in the night
When the dawn seemed forever lost
You showed me your love in the light of the stars
Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me
Then the mountain rose before me
By the deep well of desire
From the fountain of forgiveness
Beyond the ice and fire
Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me
Though we share this humble path, alone
How fragile is the heart
Oh give these clay feet wings to fly
To touch the face of the stars
Breathe life into this feeble heart
Lift this mortal veil of fear
Take these crumbled hopes, etched with tears
We'll rise above these earthly cares
Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me
Please remember me
There are rarely times when I do not feel as though I am on-track. ((I think that if I had I might have killed myself a long time ago.... but that is perhaps a different story.)) Indeed, I have titled this thread Strange Connections (in part) because of the continual on-trackness that I have experienced throughout my life. Everything in my life is connected, all of my interests (though you might think they are different) have a common underflow. It has always been my hope that I should one day be able to immerse myself entirely into that flow, to swim below the sparkling surface waters and discover the deeper truths that are hidden there. It was with this approach that I connected to Brokeback Mountain, and with a host of other sources available to me. I have every intention of writing about my specific experiences in this regard, and I have called it the PRISMATIC PATH.
Prismatic, because it takes the light and sound, the color and musical thrum, of all the individual things around me and makes them sparkle in their million tiny awarenesses. Path, because these tiny awarenesses collectively add up to a greater awareness.... one which I can only barely glimpse.
Daniel:
I am listening right now, at this very moment, to Loreena McKennitt's new music. "Caravanserai" from An Ancient Muse...
It's absolutely empowering, and the upper part of my heart I can feel opening in a painful blossom of self awareness. The upper part, the inspired part, not the lower part, where sorrow and depression wreak their vengeance. I'm not certain how to explain this experience.... although there is one thing I find a little odd with some of Loreena's music...
It's not always very easy to understand exactly what she is singng... I wonder now if this is done on purpose. There are many tracks where I would swear she is singing something and it turns out to be something completely different...
For instance, in "Caravanserai"
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The tents grew smaller as we rode away
On earth that tells of many passing days
Beyond the valleys in the searing heat
Until we reached the caravanserai
Calling, yearning, pulling, home to you
Calling, yearning, pulling, home to you
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When she sings "caravanserai" I hear "paragon so bright". It gives it an almost entirely different meaning.... I still think she does that intentionally, but what do I know. And then I hear both in my head once I know the truth and watch the light bounce around between mirrors until I finally find the source (or catch a glimpse of it anyway).
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