Vision

This Moment

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THIS MOMENT

 

This time of joy or anguish

within this lifetime

is nothing more than

a moment

within a moment

within eternity.

 

A teardrop

that falls into a river

that flows into an ocean.

A flame

that becomes a firestorm

that quickly burns itself out.

 

I can choose to stand outside of this moment

and see it from a distant future

I feel it as a gift from time

only another ticking of the clock.

 

We dwell on the past

We plan and fear the future

When all we really have

is just this moment.

 

And all we need is now…

 

This moment

within a moment

within eternity.

 

© Michael Young 2019

Shurri 3

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BOOKS THAT CHANGED MY LIFE:

When it comes to my spiritual journey, the Universe always puts the perfect book in front of me at the very moment I need it… the moment my spirit can finally resonate with the life-changing revelations held within.

The most recent gift of perfect universal timing was OUT ON A LIMB by SHIRLEY MacLAINE!

             “Maybe one human soul was everything. And such a reality was up to each of us to relearn. Maybe the tragedy of the human race was that we had forgotten that we were each divine. And if we realised that, we could dispel fear from our lives. In dispelling fear, we could dispel hate. And much more. With the fear we would rid ourselves of greed and war and killing. Fear was the root and circle around which our lives revolved – fear of failure, fear of pain, fear of humiliation, fear of loneliness, of being unloved, of ourselves, fear of death, ultimately fear of fear.

              “Fear itself was insidious, infectious, seeping in from one point of unreality to permeate all our lives. Perhaps our belief in death was the gravest unreality of all. If we could truly know that we never really died, that we always got another chance, that no pain, no humiliation, no loss, was ever final, total and forever, maybe we could understand that there was nothing to fear. It could be that human beings were using their talent for complexity as an excuse to avoid the responsibility for being what we really understood we were from the beginning – basically part of what we called “God”, and without limitation masters of our own divine potential.

              “Perhaps reality was only what one believed it to be anyway. That would make all perceived realities real. Maybe that was the lesson I was learning – learning to think with unlimitedness… to believe that one can do anything, soar anywhere, become everything.”    ~ Shirley MacLaine 1983.    

 

Fear, that debilitating affliction, is simply not real… we create it ourselves and allow it to control us. There is nothing to fear but fear itself because it is our own self-destruction.

Of course, the real struggle is making these revelations a living part of my daily existence… the desire to stay unchanged is always strong and to want to remain in a familiar and safe place is very human.

I’ve seen from past experience, however, that when these books are handed to me I do eventually learn much of what was intended.

 

~ Michael Young 2019 

 

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PLEASE… READ THE BOOK… BEFORE you watch the movie below.  😉 

 

 

 

 

 

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BOOKS THAT CHANGED MY LIFE:

SHURRI 2

spirit-vs-matter 1

We are in a state of separation between spirit and matter, between our very souls and materialism. We are half-awake with our toys and technology. We don’t hear our souls crying to be recognised as part of creation, so we will wake up. The world we have made and live in does not bear witness to the divine. It bears witness to our greed, our delusions of power, and to the righteous of religion. We kill for the determination of our religious power. We kill for the individual’s democratic right to plunder the Earth as we separate ourselves more and more from the Earth’s divinity. We live separate from our true selves.

 

The Buddhists speak of non-attachment, which is different to detachment. I was beginning to see the difference. Our attachment to so many things makes us forget why we are here and what we are supposed to be learning about ourselves…

 

Shirley MacLaine 2011.

 

https://books.google.com.au/books?id=-S-yW5wVa3kC&lpg=PP1&pg=PP1#v=onepage&q&f=false

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Problem One

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Problems? Don’t talk to me about problems…
My mobile just fell down the side on my electric reclining lounge, my dairy-free ice cream is melting all over my home cooked Peach/Apple/Cranberry pie, I have to get up again because I forgot to put the USB into my laptop so I can watch the latest episode of The Young And The Restless on my 64″ HD 3D TV… AND… it’s getting to warm in here so I’ll have to turn the heating down!
Meanwhile, tonight on the streets of Wyndham (western suburbs of Melbourne, Australia) there are people, even families sleeping in their car or on the street, or god knows where while the wind chill factor turns the temperature to -7 degrees! But, hey, we don’t have a “homelessness problem” here, of course not! (…if we keep denying it, it will go away…)
Yes, FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS indeed!

COMMENTS:

AMY:
The Salvo’s are doing a great job assisting homeless in Wyndham.
But they cannot do it all. We must recognise our homeless and all pitch in together.

LISA:
White lion also doing great work with homeless youth but again can only do so much.
We have a huge lack of resources here as in crisis accommodation, mental health services rehab facilities for drug and alcohol (major contributors to homelessness).
Unfortunately posting on facebook although it brings awareness people very rarely take further steps.
Make donations of time and or money to organizations that can assist these people.
Write federal and state MP’s calling for more to be done.

WOLF:
You can join me knitting sleeping mats, blankets etc.

Goodbye, Christopher Robin

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GOODBYE, CHRISTOPHER ROBIN is a beautiful, powerful, emotionally stirring movie.  This movie is about the evil and senseless trauma of war, also about unintentional emotional child abuse which most of us suffer; one way or another.

On the surface, it’s the story of Christopher Robin Milne, his father AA Milne, and the creation of Winnie The Pooh… then the personal agonies that they faced as it spread to become a success across the entire world.

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Not having ever read or heard the stories but aware of them from cultural legend, I was only aware that AA Milne named the boy in the books after his son and the boy’s toys, I knew nothing else about their story.  That “not knowing” made the movie so much more powerful and that was also the audience that the script was crafted to impact the most.

This movie made me realise, after 55 years, that I never had bedtime stories read to me as a child.  I now feel deprived!  I also realised I never read them myself either.  However, that never stopped me from eventually becoming the avid reader and writer that I now am.  It was destined to happen, regardless of the choices of those around me, particularly during my own rough childhood.

There is even a scene that has a view I would describe as perfection… I could look at that view forever and be at peace.

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https://www.facebook.com/GoodbyeChristopherRobinFilm/

 

FALSE BLOOD

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False Blood

FALSE BLOOD

I believe it is impossible for humans to tell the absolute truth… it’s in our blood.

We are genetically incapable of telling the TRUTH without compromise or exaggeration.

That simple truth is also why we are so driven to seek out “truth”, yet so willing to allow the “little white lies” to be told and accepted.

Them:  “Place one hand on the Bible, raise your other hand.  Do you solemnly swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God?”

Us:  “I do.”

… BULLSHIT!

The absolute truth is exceptionally powerful and dangerous.

Tell it, accept it, then move on…

Please, Mr Postman

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Please, Mr Postman

This morning I stumbled across an email notifying that a package would be delivered for my partner today.  It included the option to select “safe delivery” so I responded that it could be left at the front door.  I was then out of the house for the rest of the morning, thinking it would be delivered regardless of me being there to sign for it.

When I get home after midday I see a card in the letter box saying the parcel can be collected from the local Post Shop after 4pm today.  Damn!  I had just been at that very shop half an hour before, how annoying to have to go back there tomorrow when I already said to leave it at the door.  (It was actually small enough to go in the letter box anyway).

I walked back into the garage and was about to close the door when I see the postman come around the corner and stop to deliver something to the house across the road.  So, with the collection card in hand, I crossed the street and asked if he had the item with him.  (Sometimes they are delivered by a separate van service).  He did, now I have it and I don’t have to make a special trip to the Post Shop tomorrow.  (No, I didn’t complain about the disregarded delivery instructions!)

Yes, PERFECT timing … the magic of SYNCHRONICITY strikes again… I must be still on the right path for my life and making the right choices!  🙂  

 

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Garbage

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On Thursdays, I usually put the garbage bins out at around 8 am because they’re never collected until Thursday afternoon.  Last night, Wednesday, I had the thought to put the bins out then… so I did.

This morning, at 7 am, I was still in bed when I heard the Garbage truck collecting our bin.  Good thing I listened to that thought last night!

Synchronicity.

Running Blind

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Here’s another piece of verse I wrote called Running Blind which relates to my escape from the job I hated …

 

I was running when I thought I was walking

Thought I was walking but it seems I was falling

I was dying when I thought I was living

Thought I was living but it seems I was lying

 

 

Trying to be heard through the chaos

Of voices never listening

Hearing vacant words of confusion

From the hearts never learning

Swept forward by time to somewhere

Not sure how to get there

The drone of routine and safety

That still leads to nowhere

 

 

I was breathing when I thought I was laughing

Thought I was laughing but it seems I was screaming

I was crying when I thought I was singing

Thought I was singing when it seems I was breaking

 

 

When I fell I came down so hard

Could see no way ahead

I just knew I could not go back

To the way that it had been

It’s so clear the cracks were showing

My pain had been denied

So now I know I could not see

The writing on the wall

 

 

I was stumbling when I thought I was dancing

Thought I was dancing but it seems I’m the fool

I was caged there when I thought I was moving

Thought I was moving now I see I had died

 

 

I was running when I thought I was walking

Thought I was walking but it seems that I fell

I was lying when I thought I was living

Thought I was living but I’m still running blind.

 

 

©MICHAEL YOUNG 2017