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23 lutego, 2026

Instructions before visiting Earth

 

Instructions before visiting Earth

In the event that you wake up
and find your soul separated from source
and manifest into material form, don’t panic.
Your condition is only temporary.

You have been selected for the opportunity
of human incarnation.

This 3D simulation is designed
to break up the monotony of eternity
by giving you a fully immersive experience
as a distinct ego identity.

Your body will serve
as your physical avatar
as you navigate a dense and dramatic reality.
There will be many distractions
causing you to forget your true nature and origin.
You will experience a range of emotions
from joy to loneliness to despair.

But remember – no matter
what trials and traumas you encounter,
your soul remains perfectly safe.

At times you may feel lost or afraid.
This is totally normal.
If you ever need guidance,
simply slow down your busy mind
and bring your awareness
to the quiet place
inside yourself.

On this planet, nothing is permanent.
People and things will come and go.
You will fall in love and form sentimental attachments
only to lose everything you hold dear.

So cling to nothing too tightly, even yourself,
and when it’s time to let go, let go with grace,
for nothing is owned, only borrowed.

As you walk among
the people on the planet,
try to be a good guest.
Tread lightly. Remember
that you are only visiting.
Don’t make a mess.
Listen more than you speak.
Give more than you take.

Don’t keep your soft heart
locked inside a glass cage,
protected from wear and tear.

You’ll never make it out alive
and time passes quickly.
So come back with some battle scars
and good stories to tell.

https://jamesmccrae.substack.com/p/instructions-before-visiting-earth

06 października, 2025

From Richard

 Note also T. S. Eliot, in ‘The Four Quartets, Little Giddings’

 

… we shall not cease from exploration

And the end of all our exploring 

Will to be arrive where we started

And know the place for the first time

Through the unknown, remembered gate

When the last of earth left to discover

Is that which was the beginning;

At the source of the longest river

The voice of the hidden waterfall

And the children in the apple-tree

Not known because not looked for

But heard, half-heard, in the stillness

Between two waves of the sea

Quick now, here, now, always

A condition of complete simplicity

(Costing not less than everything)

And all shall be well

All manner of thing shall be well

When the tongues of flame are in-folded

Into the crowned knot of fire

And the fire and the rose are one

12 kwietnia, 2024

I Worried: Poem by Mary Oliver | Medical School

Worried: Poem by Mary Oliver

DAILY PAUSE MARCH 31, 2020

We're all experiencing a lot of anxiety and uncertainty, so Mary Oliver's poem, "I Worried," seems especially appropriate now.

I Worried
Mary Oliver


I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers
flow in the right direction, will the earth turn
as it was taught, and if not how shall
I correct it?
Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
can I do better?
Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows
can do it and I am, well,
hopeless.
Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
am I going to get rheumatism,
lockjaw, dementia?
Finally, I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
And gave it up. And took my old body
and went out into the morning,
and sang.

https://med.umn.edu/cfam/artistic-antidote/center-art-medicine-artistic-antidote-archive/i-worried-poem-mary-oliver

Sent from mobile device, pls excuse my brevity