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" You can live from your head, but you can only love from your heart. You don’t love in the past or future, you love in the present because the energy of the heart is from what’s happening now. "
" If you’re always trying to arrange things to your liking, it really shouldn’t be a surprise when most of the time things aren’t to your liking. One is truly free when it’s learned to be with what is, not what’s liked. "
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On 03/10/2017 , 10:AM
Crime and Publishment is a weekend of crime-writing masterclasses taught by such esteemed tutors as Martina Cole, Tom Harper and Lin Anderson. Attendees will also be taught how to pitch their novel by leading UK agent Simon Trewin before getting a private chance to make their pitch to him

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To Eris - Human

On 06/04/2016 , 03:AM
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Love From the Heart

You can live from your head, but you can only love from your heart. You don’t love in the past or future, you love in the present because the energy of the heart is from what’s happening now.

If you sit around waiting for the other shoe to drop it will happen because by expecting it, you are giving it the energy it needs to occur. Your projections eventually become your reality. Projections always come from our head, never from our heart. When we love it’s from the heart and that’s the energy we will emit, not the projecting energy of waiting for the other shoe to drop. That doesn’t mean everyone will love us back, although everyone’s heart is of love the Conditioned Mind blocks this from being known. It’s known in the head, but to truly emit love’s energy to others it has to be from the heart; the thought of love isn’t love. Going from the head to the heart is a difficult twelve inch transition and it’s the road less travelled. When the idea of love gets stuck in the head, there’s so much thinking involved and it becomes something other than love. I’m not sure what it becomes, but I do know when I love it strictly comes from my heart.

Projections always come from our head, this creates problems because the mind needs something to do if its not trained to be still. The mind that tries to solve problems is the same mind that creates them. If you make it a problem that the other shoe will drop, it will. You’re not separate from your mind, but sometimes it seems that you are. When you do something and say “why did I do that” the mind that told you to do it is the same mind that is making you question yourself. Nothing ever happens in your mind without your permission so when it’s learned to live from the heart, the head will no longer be in control projecting and waiting for the other shoe to drop. You will then be free to live your life as intended; from the love that is in your heart, instead of the mind made nonsense of what goes on between your ears.

Being With What Is

If you’re always trying to arrange things to your liking, it really shouldn’t be a surprise when most of the time things aren’t to your liking. One is truly free when it’s learned to be with what is, not what’s liked.

When listening to the radio and a song starts playing that is disliked, the reaction is to change the station to try and find a song that’s more suitable to one’s liking. This is the subtleness of the Conditioned Mind. It isn’t that you have to put up with things in life that aren’t like, by all means change the station, but understanding exactly why the station is being changed will assist in deciding if it really needs to be changed or not. Not much really changes whether the song is left on or not.

The radio station can be substituted with anything because it’s all arises from the same place; the Conditioned Mind. This time it’s a song, next time it’s a person or situation, but one doesn’t have to be a martyr and remain in their discontentment, once this is recognized, by that alone the attachment to self relinquishes the control it’s be given. This is vital if one is to be free of the subtle attachments created by the Conditioned Mind. The creator of all suffering is linked to some kind of attachment; a clinging to a certain belief that life would be more suitable if it were a certain way. When it’s understood life doesn’t have to be a certain way except in the way that it is that’s when one will be free, and it’s in this freedom that you can do whatever it is you like because it is known that your freedom isn’t dependent on it.

I Focused Stories

A story always needs a subject to focus on to be created. We supply the subject of all our stories when our focus is on the base of I. Without I, our innate divinity sustains itself naturally without the need for a story.

The subtitle of my book “You Are Not Your Thoughts” could have been You Are Not Your Stories. How attached one is to their stories is related to how disconnected one is to their divinity within. Every made up story is related to I and the more I controls, the less one is in alignment with their divinity. Just think about how the stories occur, when there’s traffic, who’s in the traffic? When there’s an individual who passes by and there’s an attraction, who is attracted to them? How about dessert, when it’s time for dessert, who is craving the desire to be satisfied? When anything is wanted, who is the individual who is wanting? All these questions have one answer in common, they’re all derived from I and it’s I who is the creator of all the stories. I want this or I want that, I don’t like this, I want this different, I want, I want, I want, all this wanting is just a story that keeps one from experiencing their own divinity.

Without I wanting is to be without a story and without the story there will be enough quietness to hear the divine urging within that is one’s true innate calling. The difference between one’s thoughts and one’s divinity is thoughts create a story that needs I to believe I am my thoughts and then the Conditioned Mind creates a story from these thoughts, but the story isn’t you as your thoughts aren’t you. It all begins with the attachment to I which makes you think your thoughts are who you are. Don’t attach I to your thoughts and it will be impossible to create an I story.

The divine always occurs in the present moment, why this isn’t known by more people is because of the attachment to I created stories. The divine is not a story, it’s divine. It doesn’t need a story, it always is. It’s the human development of I that doesn’t make this known. Anyone who has any inkling of truth in their life has at least minimized the attachment to I. It’s the only way for one to get quiet enough to realize “You Are Not Your Thoughts” and in the process there’s also the realization you are not your I subjected created stories either.


When a Man Dies...

When a man dies He knows no more, He wants no more He hates no more, he loves no more When a man dies His friends, true and untrue, weep aloud; So loud and clear that he doesn't hear When a man dies, Evil no longer threatens his existence For Sorrow and Pain are for the living When a man dies All his deeds, good and malevolent Speak for him, long after his demise When a man dies His adversaries rejoice and gloat wryly Over his unreturning loss and mischief When a man dies He sees the true face of God The Maker, A fiery face, so unfit for the living to see When a man dies, The Sun never stops rising from the East Nor does the azure sky go bereft of Stars When a man dies Well-known or Unknown, Rich or Otherwise The Earth rejects none; All, she swallows When a man dies He goes down into the embrace of The Grave An abode, where everyone is fluent in Silence… Pat Ashinze January 2017

Reflective Musings..

Reflective Musings The sun is tired, going to it's astral sleep, Darkness coming in, like the ocean deep Vividly I witness it all from where I lie As nature’s azure flows across the sky Glowing jewels with splendiferous lights, Glittering diamonds; Lordy! What a sight! On the cold lawn, I observe in awe As the stars drench the sky's floor Gorgeous beauties, aloft in transcendence Still, my sentient soul reeked of emptiness. It was arid of strength and sight Horribly barren of will and might. Then I recall the words of ancient wisdom Not to languish in loneliness and boredom But; to rise up from the past’s aphotic abyss And bask in the light of the future’s promise Valiantly, I rose with a stallion's might Baded the evening a sound goodnight Slowly, I sunk into my couch for sopor Eager to witness a new day’s glamour… Pat Ashinze, 2017 Rights reserved