I’ve given up. I can’t stand it anymore. The days drag by. I’m choked by food, the daylight that shouts at me every morning to get up. The sleep which is only dreams that chase me. Or the darkness that rustles with ghosts and memories. Has it ever occurred to you that the worse off people are, the less they complain? In the end, they’re quite silent. They’re living creatures with nerves, eyes, and hands, vast armies of victims. The light that rises and falls heavily. The cold that comes. The darkness. The heat. The smell. They are all silent.
Simple exchange debtsSupport or interruption of daily flowEmotional attachmentsPersonal powerExpressionThe Integrity DebtThe Personal Knowingness DebtSo have a look at your life, and first identify the people and actions that you
feel most compelled to interact with. There is probably karmic debt there,
either positive or negative. Next, see if you can get a sense of what part of your life is being most
impacted by those people and actions – Exchange? Risk? Personal power? Integrity? Expression?Internal knowingness?
Use this list as a guideline to place yourself and any other people in their
appropriate power positions. Sort out what feels like the bigger debts from the
smaller ones. Let the smaller ones back-burner if you feel the need to work on
the bigger ones – but remember that they're not going to go away all by
This plane is about Action and Reaction, about Cause and Effect. These learning
situations you create by using the concept of karmic debts and ene…
Oct. 31- Nov.2: The Third Harvest, Winters Blessing, Halloween,
Summers End, Samhain, Hallows Eve, Alla Hegons Dag, All Souls Night, Day
of the Dead, All Saints Day, etc. However you associate with the
holiday, it is fast upon us. A period of reflection, meditation,
communing with our ancestors, and honoring loved ones that have past. It
is also a time of celebration and preparation for the winter, and the
new years fortunes.
HERBS: Acorn: Death and rebirth, hung in windows for protection, altar decoration.Apple: immortality, fruit of the underworld, divination, rituals of
the communication with departed, traditional games such as apple
bobbing. Buried or placed outdoors as offering to the spirits. Use
apples in place of blood where it is called for in old recipes.Allspice: Magical powerBasil: Fire, protectionBay laurel: Protection, especially related to the home, magic power, divination, clairvoyance.Benzoin: Purification, protection, astral projectionBroom: Protection, purif…
The Seven Levels of
Karmic Debt By Caris Palm Turpen
Karmic Debts are the incentive to stay here and play. You want to create them
with others, you want to have them paid back, you want to repay them. Without
such a force acting upon you, there would be little inspiration to stick around.
They present themselves as a way for the Universe to ask you, "What are you
doing? How are you doing it? Are you manifesting awareness or not? Are you
manifesting responsibility or not? How are you 'showing up' in this world?"
Karmic Debts are a fascinating process of balancing energies. You do something
completely nasty to me, I get to do something completely nasty to you. We both
learn from the experience. We balance the energy. Afterwards, in the pub, we
have a good laugh.
How many of you have figured out by now that the Tao is simply an experience
junkie? Man, it's got one hell of a jones for passion play, for mystery and
solving mysteries, for depth and laye…
Broj sa sto nula zove se googol. Riječ "googol" izmislio je devetogodišnji dječak Milton Sirrota kada ga je njegov stric, američki matematičar Edward Kasner zamolio da nadjene ime broju 10^100. Broj 10^googol nazvan je googolplex.
I don’t want to talk to people. I mean, I do, really, but I can’t manage it. I feel my social skills are sliding backwards. I just can’t connect with people. I feel like I’m acting all the time, because I’m truly not a social creature… And any attempts to be are so calculated and unlike myself and I feel everyone sees through it. Still, it doesn’t deter people from talking to me. I feel awful that they have any sort of faith in my being able to interact with them like a normal human being. I mean, some days are better than others. It’s just lately. I am absolutely socially inept.
At times I suffer from the strangest sense of detachment from myself and the world around me; I seem to watch it all from the outside, from somewhere inconceivably remote, out of time, out of space, out of the stress and tragedy of it all.
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin can openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life.
I never tried to be anything other than a dreamer. I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to be full of poetry. The only thing I ever loved was pure nothingness.
I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go.
At times I suffer from the strangest sense of detachment from myself and the world around me; I seen to watch it all from the outside, from somewhere inconceivably remote, out of time, out of space, out of the stress and tragedy of it all.
Karmički obrasci su duševni sadržaji pohranjeni u našoj podsvijesti
koji nas opterećuju nepoželjnim tjelesnim stanjima, emocijama ili
mislima. Nalik su pokvarenoj ploči koja se stalno i uporno ponavlja pa
umjesto da ostvarujemo životne ciljeve, mi se vrtimo u krug. Mnoge osobe
svjesne su svojih ograničavajućih životnih modela i željele bi iz njih
izaći, ali ne mogu jer ne znaju kako.