If one goes deeply down into the depths of the oceans, there are powerful currents and a rich absence of turbulence - a profound presence of silence, power, and potential adventure, encased in a soothing smoothness of texture and sound. If you withdraw from your ordinary world and dive deeply within, it is similar. There you will find a profound presence of power, potential adventure, and a deep, calming release. ♥! www.SacredLoveOmetry.com
There is a lot to be said about power, men and men of power. If you know the stories or know the men or teach the men, are one of the men the stories held need to be told, and told by any means necessary. So, I ask:
How does a son prepare himself for his mother's death? How does a man prepare to be without his mother's life in the temporal state of being Mommy? How do sons become the patriarchs of their families in the physical absence of their parents? What form does the eldest take during the transition of his Mother's life to the next? What alters and what grows in the wake of change this profound?
The relationships, all the relationships abounding in life are watching this drama. Integrity has a say. Righteousness has a say. Experience has a contribution, and prophecy and maturity are conscious as the veils between this life and the next thin daily for Mommy and I. Mothers become mothers to sons in ways daughters are not privy to, and daughters become daughters to mothers and fathers in ways a boy, a man, and a father can gaze at attentively, but not know in fullness. I think of how broken and distraught my own sister is in her life as Mommy dies not to her self but to the conscious reality she lived so well here with us. There is one broken thing my Mother cannot fix, and it lives in the denials and gross contradictions of my sister, and the relationship between the two of them: my sister's inability to forgive, her two attendant energies anger and fear and her inability to admit to ever being wrong.
This is rather personal. This request, this plea, these questions are not made for gossips. It is for healers to perceive and probe with their Medicines into this my personal story. AHO! These are my words. - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 3.27.13
My poem was Inspired by film~The Fountain
The Fountain~*
Tree of Life & Tree of Knowledge,
take from one & you are lost,
take from both without greed
& ego for the greater good in
Love & Truth.
Let go & your Heart light opens
& shines, your mind's eye sees the
way & all flows in the Fountain,
spilling into existence with Rainbow
colour & Awesome Life,
we are one & all, Divine, Loved, Liberated
& Free
Lisa Morris
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How does a son prepare himself for his mother's death? How does a man prepare to be without his mother's life in the temporal state of being Mommy? How do sons become the patriarchs of their families in the physical absence of their parents? What form does the eldest take during the transition of his Mother's life to the next? What alters and what grows in the wake of change this profound?
The relationships, all the relationships abounding in life are watching this drama. Integrity has a say. Righteousness has a say. Experience has a contribution, and prophecy and maturity are conscious as the veils between this life and the next thin daily for Mommy and I. Mothers become mothers to sons in ways daughters are not privy to, and daughters become daughters to mothers and fathers in ways a boy, a man, and a father can gaze at attentively, but not know in fullness. I think of how broken and distraught my own sister is in her life as Mommy dies not to her self but to the conscious reality she lived so well here with us. There is one broken thing my Mother cannot fix, and it lives in the denials and gross contradictions of my sister, and the relationship between the two of them: my sister's inability to forgive, her two attendant energies anger and fear and her inability to admit to ever being wrong.
This is rather personal. This request, this plea, these questions are not made for gossips. It is for healers to perceive and probe with their Medicines into this my personal story. AHO! These are my words. - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 3.27.13
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| a dream BEYOND dreams is seen within the transitions from this life to the next. It is seen, it seems, in a form dependent upon the life one led in their days breath held them together upon the Earth when Earth is our Mother. How do we prepare to live beyond the dream of our terrestrial life? Is it the same or similar to the adjustment made when we came into this world as a baby? Or do we enter the next life as the adult we are in this life? I've long wondered, but is it important the pondering of those thoughts and ideas while alive? What is more important than being in the present and becoming and giving birth to your Self? - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 3.27.13 |
My poem was Inspired by film~The Fountain
The Fountain~*
Tree of Life & Tree of Knowledge,
take from one & you are lost,
take from both without greed
& ego for the greater good in
Love & Truth.
Let go & your Heart light opens
& shines, your mind's eye sees the
way & all flows in the Fountain,
spilling into existence with Rainbow
colour & Awesome Life,
we are one & all, Divine, Loved, Liberated
& Free
Lisa Morris
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