“These songs come out of so many random and contradictory thoughts bouncing around my head- like sound waves between sheets of glass and when I’m lucky they also allow me to reflect on the world around me.”
-Gotye
Gotye - Making Making Mirrors – a short documentary:
The beautiful marriage of creativity and intelligence…
Do you think that creativity and intelligence are interrelated or do you think that they are separate entities?
Does ”creative intelligence” exist?
Do you think that creative expression can heal?
Can creative expression be a spiritual practice?
How do you like to express your creativity and intelligence?
Are there other creative outlets that you would like to try?
Would you rather stay with your favourite forms of creative expression?
{I would like to try many creative outlets…music {being a DJ and learning to play an instrument}, photography, jewellery design, graphic design, interior design, fashion design, teaching {the alchemy of education}, cooking, gardening, cinematography, graffiti artist, painting, sculpting, origami, making art on Etsy and Deviantart, learning photoshop, make-up artistry, typography, calligraphy {the art of beautiful writing}, dancing, yoga, meditation, etc }.
There is so much to choose from in a possible creativity palette.
{Some of these creative possibilities can even be a spiritual practice e.g. Buddhist monks creating mandalas for meditative purposes}.
“I’m living with your memory In the attic in my mind And you’ve been getting by without me But I’ve been spending all my time With a girl that I remember Who’ll never leave or need to grow Cos when you left you left your memory Now it’s the only thing I know
When the past gives me no comfort And though the future is the cost The way I’m choosing to remember I’ll forever be the man I never was
And you, you fade But the memory remains the same And I, I can’t change And I think that living with your memory Is slowly driving me insane
You are perfect but you’re empty And it gets so lonely in my mind Cos your image in my memory’s The only shred of you that’s left behind You were real but then you left me And that’s the part I can’t accept So I’ll keep on living with your memory Because it’s all that I’ve got left.”
I really feel that it complements Rumi’s poem “Love’s Alchemy.”
Isn’t the cello along with Jon Crosby’s soulful singing so hauntingly beautiful?
“Close your eyes let me touch you now let me give you something that is real close the door leave your fears behind let me give you what you’re giving me you are the only thing that makes me want to live at all when i am with you there’s no reason to pretend that when i am with you i feel flames again just put me inside you i would never ever leave just put me inside you i would never ever leave you.”
There are Tibetan Buddhist monks in a temple in the Himalayas endlessly reciting mantras for the cessation of your suffering and for the flourishing of your happiness.
Someone you haven’t met yet is already dreaming of adoring you.
Someone is writing a book that you will read in the next two years that will change how you look at life.
Nuns in the Alps are in endless vigil, praying for the Holy Spirit to alight the hearts of all of God’s children.
A farmer is looking at his organic crops and whispering, “nourish them.”
Someone wants to kiss you, to hold you, to make tea for you.
Someone is willing to lend you money, wants to know what your favourite food is, and treat you to a movie.
Someone in your orbit has something immensely valuable to give you — for free.
Something is being invented this year that will change how your generation lives, communicates, heals and passes on.
The next great song is being rehearsed.
Thousands of people are in yoga classes right now intentionally sending light out from their heart chakras and wrapping it around the earth.
Millions of children are assuming that everything is amazing and will always be that way.
Someone is in profound pain, and a few months from now, they’ll be thriving like never before. They just can’t see it from where they’re at.
Someone who is craving to be partnered, to be acknowledged, to ARRIVE, will get precisely what they want — and even more. And because that gift will be so fantastical in it’s reach and sweetness, it will quite magically alter their memory of angsty longing and render it all “So worth the wait.“
Someone has recently cracked open their joyous, genuine nature because they did the hard work of hauling years of oppression off of their psyche — this luminous juju is floating in the ether, and is accessible to you.
Someone just this second wished for world peace, in earnest.
Someone is fighting the fight so that you don’t have to.
Some civil servant is making sure that you get your mail, and your garbage is picked up, that the trains are running on time, and that you are generally safe.Someone is dedicating their days to protecting your civil libertiesand clean drinking water.
Someone is regaining their sanity. Someone is coming back from the dead. Someone is genuinely forgiving the seemingly unforgivable.Someone is curing the incurable.
“Danielle LaPorte is the creator of WhiteHotTruth.com, which has been called the best place on-line for kick-ass spirituality.”
Please visit her website for some inspiration and wisdom…She is so brilliant. I just “discovered” her and will most likely be doing more blog posts about her and her writing.
If you want more inspiration and wisdom from Danielle, please go to her website: http://www.daniellelaporte.com/to sign up for her newsletters. You can choose to receive via email a “daily truthbomb”, a “somewhat weekly” newsletter and a “monthly digest” newsletter. I am signed up for all of them and highly recommend them.
Danielle has generously provided the first chapter of her book for free on her website. You can read it on Scribd or download it in pdf format. Please click on this link: The Fire Starter Sessions Chapter One.
There is something about listening to Sneaker Pimp’s Bloodsport that does something to me.
Chris Corner‘s angelic and seductive voice transforms this into a classic song.
The thesis of the song is that, “love is just a blood sport.”
Almost every one of us has been in a romantic situation where we have felt like we have gotten beat up emotionally, spiritually, psychologically and metaphorically; hence the bloodsport analogy.
Other times perhaps we may have been the one instigating the fight.
It seems as though when you become vulnerable, many times you are hurt.
One thing that I say all the time is that people often mistake kindness for weakness.
In this case, people can mistake love for foolishness and weakness.
For this reason, people tend to put up walls, put on masks and have knives up their sleeves to protect themselves from getting hurt. These same walls that protect you can eventually become a prison so you become mindful of how thick your walls are and of who you allow in.
It reminds me of one of my favourite Rumi quotes. {I have had this as my email signature for years and it is still there}.
“Your task is not to seek for love,
but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself
that you have built against it.”
-Rumi
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So one day you let the walls down and let someone in…
It is so beautiful when love is intimate, passionate, gentle and kind.
This is the utopian version of love- a compassionate union of souls; the type of love that Rumi wrote poems about- friendship set on fire- intimacy at its most pure, most spiritual and its best.
What are you but my spiritual reflection?
The truth is that as much as all of us want that type of love, we don’t always find it because it is so elusive and rare.
Most are not ready or brave enough for true intimacy- to open one’s soul to another- to be spiritually naked without any armour…to risk really getting hurt while loving.
As a good friend always used to say,
“If you risk nothing,
you risk everything.”
The question is…are you willling to risk everything?
Love doesn’t have to be a bloodsport but sometimes it just is…
Bloodsport Lyrics:
I want to be a kid again
Come down having Sunday best
See me staying home bunking school
Knowing wrong from right just rules
I wish I’d never seen your face
Better done wonder phase
I need an echo, not your praise
Straying from the god you nailed
My mother, my mother, my mother never told
My mother, my mother, my mother never told me Love is just a bloodsport Love is just a bloodsport
‘Cause love is just a bloodsport Love is just a bloodsport
Sex and love is not a game A game is something you can win Maybe something kind of fun ‘Cause love is just a bloodsport, son
My mother, my mother, my mother never told
My mother, my mother, my mother never told me
Never told me
Never told me
‘Cause love is just a bloodsport Love is just a bloodsport ‘Cause love is just a bloodsport Love is just a bloodsport
“I’ve Never Really Been Afraid To Evolve…
I Allow Myself To Evolve- Artistically, Creatively…”
-Saul Williams
“I was basically writing poetry to fill the void between the hip-hop I was hearing and the hip-hop I wished I was hearing. Because, at that time, that whole gangsta bullshit hip-hop was becoming commercial.”
We all have somebody that we “used to know.” That person from a past life that is now a ghost. {Once so intimate, now so distant}. Previously best friends and lovers, now old flames and strangers.
I’ve always wondered what kind of mathematics turns friends & lovers into strangers?
Is it time? Distance? Pain? Anger? Disappointment? Betrayal? Worst of all: indifference?
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It is ironic that Gotye reminds me of someone that I used to know…
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*I Love Gotye‘s Music & Videos!!! He {Gotye/Wally de Backer} is so creative and talented!
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Gotye sings this song with so much passion.
You can see it in his beautiful, soulful green eyes.
Most likely this song comes out of life experience- like some great art does.
To learn more about this Australian musical genius, please click on this link: http://www.gotye.com/
********************************************** Somebody That I Used To Know lyrics
Now and then I think of when we were together Like when you said you felt so happy you could die Told myself that you were right for me But felt so lonely in your company But that was love and it’s an ache I still remember
You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness Like resignation to the end Always the end So when we found that we could not make sense Well you said that we would still be friends But I’ll admit that I was glad that it was over
But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing And I don’t even need your love But you treat me like a stranger And that feels so rough You didn’t have to stoop so low Have your friends collect your records And then change your number I guess that I don’t need that though Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I’d done And I don’t wanna live that way Reading into every word you say You said that you could let it go And I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know…
But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing And I don’t even need your love But you treat me like a stranger And that feels so rough You didn’t have to stoop so low Have your friends collect your records And then change your number I guess that I don’t need that though Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
To learn more about this Australian musical genius, please click on this link:
Love You Jimi…
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