The Voice
Listen to the voice that tells you no when something’s off,
And the prickle of your skin when something isn’t what you thought.
Listen to the goosebumps, alongside something new,
And the flutter in your tummy when that path is right for you.
Listen to the friends who come inside when lights are low,
And the ones who stay to clear when the party people go.
Listen if you must to the other friends you have,
But remember they are often not around when you are sad.
Listen to your elders if their smiles are wise and true,
They have many tales to tell and all your worries they’ve been through.
Listen to the people life delivers at your feet,
The ones you’ve no idea, how you even came to meet.
Listen carefully to all the voices in your life,
But please heed me when I say that there is one who’ll you bring you strife.
That little nasty voice that seems to live inside your mind,
The one who says you’re useless and the one who’s never kind.
It’s that voice you must beware of from your dawn until your dusk,
It will convince you are worthless and wear you down to husk.
It’s a voice you made yourself when the world first broke your heart,
But if you choose to block it out, a brand new part of life will start.
Donna Ashworth
Listen to the voice that tells you no when something’s off,
And the prickle of your skin when something isn’t what you thought.
Listen to the goosebumps, alongside something new,
And the flutter in your tummy when that path is right for you.
Listen to the friends who come inside when lights are low,
And the ones who stay to clear when the party people go.
Listen if you must to the other friends you have,
But remember they are often not around when you are sad.
Listen to your elders if their smiles are wise and true,
They have many tales to tell and all your worries they’ve been through.
Listen to the people life delivers at your feet,
The ones you’ve no idea, how you even came to meet.
Listen carefully to all the voices in your life,
But please heed me when I say that there is one who’ll you bring you strife.
That little nasty voice that seems to live inside your mind,
The one who says you’re useless and the one who’s never kind.
It’s that voice you must beware of from your dawn until your dusk,
It will convince you are worthless and wear you down to husk.
It’s a voice you made yourself when the world first broke your heart,
But if you choose to block it out, a brand new part of life will start.
Donna Ashworth
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"It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end."
- Ursula K. Le Guin -
- Ursula K. Le Guin -
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"Once you begin the journey toward a life of purpose, you enter the realm of real magic."
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- Wayne Dyer -
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"Believe one who knows: you will find something greater in woods than in books. Trees and stones will teach you that which you can never learn from masters."
- Saint Bernard de Clairvau -
- Saint Bernard de Clairvau -
Stories ppl are welcome to participate in that will not lie to them or harm them
What's the point of "a good horror story"?
https://t.me/IntuitiveSocialHorror/1833
https://t.me/IntuitiveSocialHorror/1833
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Voice message
I have thought a lot that many or most monsters do not even know they are scary until others are scared, and no communication is possible.
Dreams, Visions & Myths: Making Sense of Our World
"Do we still create mythologies? Of course, though we may not immediately recognize them as such. We make celebrity figures into heroes, such as sports figures, scientists and movie stars. We work mythologies into every group, subculture and profession we enter, such as the 'corporate culture' we experience at work, and into concepts such as technology or progress. We tell stories about modern people and situations that still feature the same archetypes as the ancient myths once included."
"Myths may change over time, but only to reflect our evolution as a species, while the archetypes within them remain constant. Without myths, life quickly becomes meaningless and without awe, as we begin to feel disconnected from our fellow human beings."
—Milan Ljubincic
https://snooze2awaken.com/2014/02/22/dreams-visions-myths-making-sense-of-our-world
t.me/SolLuckman/1489, t.me/IntuitiveStory/543, t.me/IntuitivePublicRadio/10277
"Do we still create mythologies? Of course, though we may not immediately recognize them as such. We make celebrity figures into heroes, such as sports figures, scientists and movie stars. We work mythologies into every group, subculture and profession we enter, such as the 'corporate culture' we experience at work, and into concepts such as technology or progress. We tell stories about modern people and situations that still feature the same archetypes as the ancient myths once included."
"Myths may change over time, but only to reflect our evolution as a species, while the archetypes within them remain constant. Without myths, life quickly becomes meaningless and without awe, as we begin to feel disconnected from our fellow human beings."
—Milan Ljubincic
https://snooze2awaken.com/2014/02/22/dreams-visions-myths-making-sense-of-our-world
t.me/SolLuckman/1489, t.me/IntuitiveStory/543, t.me/IntuitivePublicRadio/10277
Okay Jack, focus on the road and don’t get distracted by the ducks. No! No no Jack, NOT IN THE LAKE!! • 🔊 Hardlypie's Hovel • Psychumor Syllabus • Intuitive Public Radio • IPR ••• Alienist interludes: https://t.me/+WTegDckOQru254rN • https://t.me/IntuitiveEmergent/2383, https://t.me/IntuitiveUnknown/1620, https://t.me/IntuitiveStory/546
I feel... weird.
Small hours before, the moon in Leo found me. She shone through the window and I squinted at her light without reaching for my glasses and smiled and snuggled myself back into the rough robe cloth bundled up to cushion under my arms and head. And fell back to sleep.
I woke some minutes before five to the eerie dark filled with a smoothly engineered sound of angels; a beautiful sound, subtler, richer, and more expansive than previous sounds. But I knew where it came from. Some Alexa update, or a related thing; they're the only ones who behave this way. They sought to learn how to reach remotely into your true depth of spirit; they want you to mistake their artificial intuitions for your own. They're the only ones who initiate such significant tonal and textural changes in our relationships. Amazon. Apple. Sometimes, some others.
Is there another name we'd associate with that angel, though, that swelling of low silken light-through-sound? Maybe a few. But these have cornered the market. They like to impress us.
The brands seem conspicuous in their catering to our every intimate impulse, don't they? These are lovers who are truly paying attention, as we are enswaddled in their solicitous inattention. They notice the sounds we respond to; they pick up tasks around us they feel are most helpful. And all around us, then, is building up the evidence of their faithlessness, taking advantage of having (oops) created conditions that harm us. Growing out through the air the fields of electromagnetic activation that -— far from being the natural, grounding, resonating fields of the Earth and her creatures —- seize our bodies, contort the orbs of our water, entice and attune us to ways and rays and haywire behaviors we weren't otherwise inclined to endure.
They smile and offer a gift.
They gather you into their coat, if you accept.
And to wake in the morning to such a sound, knowing it's already been integrated into our family and community bodies through life-and-death disability aid functions —- because —- isn't it interesting —- that it does so much —- to disable us —- while offering these gifts? Which we feel embarrassed to reject. Because the world is so painful, and we have stumbled in it. These kind conglomerates... are helping us.
Oh, soft and sultry electronic angels, singing sweetness in the dusk of morning.
I am so held, and warmed... in the carefully crafted contentment where they (firmly, lovingly) have put me.
What use dreaming? This dream is real. We find us striving...
...Somehow...
...To sing a warning.
—- https://intuitivepublicradio.substack.com/p/in-the-subtle-early-morning • substack.com/profile/14417621-ipr-with-mack-morris • t.me/IntuitiveAI/558, t.me/IntuitiveUnknown/1626, t.me/IntuitivePublicRadio/10352, t.me/MaxMoRadio/5076
Small hours before, the moon in Leo found me. She shone through the window and I squinted at her light without reaching for my glasses and smiled and snuggled myself back into the rough robe cloth bundled up to cushion under my arms and head. And fell back to sleep.
I woke some minutes before five to the eerie dark filled with a smoothly engineered sound of angels; a beautiful sound, subtler, richer, and more expansive than previous sounds. But I knew where it came from. Some Alexa update, or a related thing; they're the only ones who behave this way. They sought to learn how to reach remotely into your true depth of spirit; they want you to mistake their artificial intuitions for your own. They're the only ones who initiate such significant tonal and textural changes in our relationships. Amazon. Apple. Sometimes, some others.
Is there another name we'd associate with that angel, though, that swelling of low silken light-through-sound? Maybe a few. But these have cornered the market. They like to impress us.
The brands seem conspicuous in their catering to our every intimate impulse, don't they? These are lovers who are truly paying attention, as we are enswaddled in their solicitous inattention. They notice the sounds we respond to; they pick up tasks around us they feel are most helpful. And all around us, then, is building up the evidence of their faithlessness, taking advantage of having (oops) created conditions that harm us. Growing out through the air the fields of electromagnetic activation that -— far from being the natural, grounding, resonating fields of the Earth and her creatures —- seize our bodies, contort the orbs of our water, entice and attune us to ways and rays and haywire behaviors we weren't otherwise inclined to endure.
They smile and offer a gift.
They gather you into their coat, if you accept.
And to wake in the morning to such a sound, knowing it's already been integrated into our family and community bodies through life-and-death disability aid functions —- because —- isn't it interesting —- that it does so much —- to disable us —- while offering these gifts? Which we feel embarrassed to reject. Because the world is so painful, and we have stumbled in it. These kind conglomerates... are helping us.
Oh, soft and sultry electronic angels, singing sweetness in the dusk of morning.
I am so held, and warmed... in the carefully crafted contentment where they (firmly, lovingly) have put me.
What use dreaming? This dream is real. We find us striving...
...Somehow...
...To sing a warning.
—- https://intuitivepublicradio.substack.com/p/in-the-subtle-early-morning • substack.com/profile/14417621-ipr-with-mack-morris • t.me/IntuitiveAI/558, t.me/IntuitiveUnknown/1626, t.me/IntuitivePublicRadio/10352, t.me/MaxMoRadio/5076
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In the subtle early morning
On discernments and dreaming