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People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.
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.
If stories come to you, care for them. And learn to give them away where they are needed. Sometimes a person needs a story more than food to stay alive.


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 themselves.

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…

Herbs of The Third Harvest

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.

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…

Karmic debt

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…
We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.
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 was twenty-four, but even then I led the gloomy, disorganized, solitary existence of a recluse. I stayed away from people, avoided even speaking to them, and kept more and more to my hole.
Blaise - (n) Somebody who is so creative, funny, smart, nice and pretty that you begin to think it is unfair that he/she exists.
I think too much. I think ahead. I think behind. I think sideways. I think it all. If it exists, I’ve fucking thought of it.
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.
Bonsai ( 盆栽 ) (lit. plantings in tray, from bon, a tray or low-sided pot and sai, a planting or plantings) is a Japanese art form using miniature trees grown in containers.
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.
those zombies are masked
concrete jungle burns
I like to dabble
in such varied colors

eyes are blinding
when stares go for days
unbecoming dreamers
are likely to lose it when trains run late

so it is to ramble
and forget our friend time
startled over letting go
madness in the big city
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.