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"Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of the moon." Rumi


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Let’s Be Fit (Pt.1)

This is the first half of one of my signature spoken word pieces.
I will post a video of me performing this in Jamaica when I finally access it.
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Diluting the way we live life,
Technology over powers our substantial beliefs:
Social feeds have transformed our egos;
Social needs are being ignored;
Self-absorbed; we care only for our selves.
Are we not our brother’s keeper?
Information flows through the internet
As situations take place,
And as we enter it, we watch in amazement.
And with a click of a button we go back to our lives,
Oblivious of what we witness,
Ignorant of why we should care,
With the audacity to say, “f*ck my life”,
We watch others in despair.
The East is raging in war.
The West is overflowing.
Our countries are slowly dying
While our leaders are ever growing.
And its mind blowing
How we live in these bubbles,
Pretending to know what we don’t-
To care for what we could care less for.
This ain’t no utopian world.
There’s no perfection in our social-political system.
NEWSFLASH:
There is no world peace.
We don’t live in “ideal socialism”.
There’s no such thing as inter-religious relationships.
Death and suffering is part of our existence.
 
But even though this is true,
Still I ask…
Why must we look the other way?
Why must we disregard the pain of others,
The struggle of many,
And the attempt at survival for some?
Let’s not get reeled into selfishness.
Bring back that substance that once existed in our hearts –
That truth we longed for.
Let our prayers be not of our wants and needs
But for our neighbors.
Let’s pray for that world peace.
We need to open our eyes,
Engage in society,
Protect our environment,
Live with integrity.
Physically, mentally, spiritually
Let’s Be Fit


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Disappointed at Mr. P

Mr. P is a man in his 60s I grew fond of. Back in the summer of 2008, I pinched my sciatic nerve. I was unaware of that fact for two or three months. I work sitting down in front of a computer for eight hours, which makes my situation worse. One morning, the pain became so excruciating. I bawled like a baby and had to ask my bosses for help. They immediately called Mr. P.

Mr. P is their friend and client. He rushed over, and as a sciatica sufferer himself, Mr. P taught me some stretches that ease sciatic pain.  He told me his story. He said with daily stretches and caution, he’s been able to diminish these sciatic ‘episodes’. He walks every where, is always in a good mood and likes to talk a lot. That was the beginning of a wonderful friendship.

After that incident, every time Mr. P came to visit us at the office, he’d sit on the couch and chat with me. There were times we’d hold conversations about spirituality, nutrition and life in general. For most of 2011 I hadn’t heard from him. This year, I finally saw him again during tax season. Oh how I missed him and his energy! He always bares a smile.

At the office, my bosses always debate about politics and the economy – that or having endless conversations about golf. Recently, the three were having some debate about the presidential candidates. Mr. P’s name came up. They said Mr. P was going to vote for anyone as long as it wasn’t Obama, even if the alternate candidate had nothing better to offer and may in fact be a worse option. I was a bit surprised to hear that Mr. P would rationalize in that way, but shrugged it off.

This morning, one of my bosses and I were reading the news together about a man who shot  an ex co-worker in front of the Empire State Building early this morning. According to the reports, the man who was later shot dead by Police was a disgruntled employee. My boss then said, “Ha, I bet Mr. P would say it’s Obama’s fault because of our economy.” And I asked him why he would say something like that. And he replied, “ Didn’t you know? Mr. P is the biggest racist and has no shame about it. He’s a tough one! And he hates Obama. He even calls Michelle Obama ‘______’” (some derogatory name having to do with chimps.)

Say what??

I felt a sharp pain in my chest. This weird feeling just came over me. Mr. P? My Mr. P? A racist? I’m completely disappointed and hurt. I don’t know how else to feel. I’m not angry, and I don’t resent him. But really, Mr. P?

See, I never saw him display that side of him. This comes as a shock to me. Would my boss be exaggerating? How do I know if what he’s saying is true? But why would my boss lie about something like that? I hold all three of my bosses with high regard. These five years that I’ve worked for them, they’ve become like uncles to me.

So what now? Is it understandable if my feelings toward Mr. P change? I mean, he’s been the kindest, most loving person to me and I truly hold him dear to my heart. I don’t love him any less, let me make that clear. Love doesn’t wither. But as far as respect or admiration goes, I don’t know… I can’t respect a person who has hate in his heart, one who judges based on color and culture. I know what’s right in my heart, I stand for truth; but I can’t help but feel confused.

*sigh* 


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I’ve been absent lately

… but the Divine has been most present, now more than ever, or at least I am more receptive to it (me).

As some of you may know, I am currently traveling a path of truth, seeking that which can only set me free. And how fantastic it feels, you know, that breath of freedom!

I’m dancing with the wind
and flirting with the sea-
charging from the moon
and bathing with the sun-
speaking to the flowers
and healing through the Earth.

Sunday – May 18, 2012:
It marks the beginning of what I knew would eventually come.

~*~ Relationhips are forming ~*~
~*~ The stars are aligning ~*~
~*~ My light is shinning ~*~

Inexplicable events have been taking place in my life this past week, yet I have never understood anything as clearly as I am this moment. The unfolding of ’mystical’ synchronizations within new associations was at first, to say the least, overwhelming. I kept telling my self, “OK, now I have many things to process“, but in all actuality, the process is happening on its own, unveiling secrets, energies, visions, etc. that, magically, are making a smooth transition in this path.

~*~ Gaining access to the divine ~*~
~*~ Enjoying the transformation ~*~
~*~ Shining my light ~*~

I have found someone who has become my closest sidekick. The formation of such relationship was written since our past lives. We have a mission to finish, I’m sure. He asked me (in summary) —>>> What are your goals? What are you trying to achieve during this journey you have embarked upon, and how do you plan on doing so? <<<—

I didn’t know how to answer. Apparently, my journey to enlightenment needs some structure. No. Not structure. But I can’t walk around headless, thinking that everything I may stumble upon will lead to such heights. So in essence, I need to answer those questions honestly, in isolation (meditation). I know what I want to achieve. Now I need to gain the techniques and wisdom to reach my goal.

And what better confirmation than through my dreams? My first step is to start a dream journal. The power behind my dreams is not to be ignored. The messages I have been receiving are key to divination. My next steps are being carefully designed for my individual path to ONENESS.

I can’t help but to allow my heart and soul to smile!

Love & Light,
Moon ♥