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" As much as you think you love, a true measurement of love is in the love you are given. This is because no matter how much you love, you can never give as much love as you are given. "
" Seeing through eyes that have a default view from the head (intellect) presents many more questions than answers, but a heart view (love) needs no such answers because there aren’t any questions. "
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Lust, Lessons, Love and Life
Angela Marshall
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Good War, Great Men. The 313th Machine Gun Battalion of World War I
Andrew Capets
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Leave the Body Behind
David Knight
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Positive Minded People
Drew Bensen
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Banished Threads
Kaylin McFarren
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Buried Threads
Kaylin McFarren
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Severed Threads
Kaylin McFarren
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A Volume of Poetry - Number 79 - "The Collection Continues"
Rob "Grandpa Moses" Baird
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African Slaver
Steve Braker

Events

Book Signing - When Will Papa Get Home?

On 10/21/2017 , 01:PM
Join me at this book signing of When Will Papa Get Home?. This poignant historical novel of immigration takes you to the high plains of southeastern Colorado, where a Mexican-American girl grows up knowing that her father has been imprisoned for ten years for something he didn't do.  ​I accept cash, checks and Visa, MasterCard, American Express & Discover cards! Share this information with your family and friends!

Organizer - Larada Horner-Miller

Crime & Publishment

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

Organizer - Graham Smith

Articles

Love You Are Given

As much as you think you love, a true measurement of love is in the love you are given. This is because no matter how much you love, you can never give as much love as you are given.

When others open their hearts to whatever gifts you have, it allows you to be a servant of love, and it is the servant that is truly blessed. If no one was there to allow one to serve and share their gifts, no hearts would be opened. The other day I crossed paths with an angel, not literally, but I was allowed to give someone some possessions that were no longer needed. By being allowed to give just for the sake of giving, a blessing was bestowed upon me. My heart welled up with love as I was allowed to be used in this way. This was not giving with an ulterior motive to gain something and that’s why my heart welled up. To bring joy to others is a gift given to the giver, not because one is giving, but because one is allowed to be the giver. There is no greater gift than to be an instrument of love, and although the receiver of what is given may benefit from it, it is in being allowed to give that one is truly blessed.

I write and I am the one blessed ten fold by those who my writings resonate with. I’m given so much love that no matter how much I give, it will never compare to the love I am given. I can only serve with what gifts have been bestowed upon me and since it really has nothing to do with me, it’s truly a gift. When one is given a gift of this nature, there’s no way it can be kept to yourself. Although not everyone will love you back no matter how much you love, it’s the one’s who do that make it all worth while. Not for any other reason than it’s in the love you are given that you learn what love truly is and never ever take that for granted.


A Heart View

Seeing through eyes that have a default view from the head (intellect) presents many more questions than answers, but a heart view (love) needs no such answers because there aren’t any questions.

Although everything is seen through the eyes, it’s the filter that one sees through that makes their life what it is. There are basically two filters, the head (intellect) and the heart (love). Most people fluctuate between the two with the intellect being the default filter. The shift that occurs when one wakes from the sleep of unconsciousness is the heart becomes the filter in which life is viewed. The intellect will still be prevalent as it’s not something to loathe, but it just won’t be the default filter any longer. Life is much different when it’s viewed from the heart. Many of the beliefs, concepts, biases, prejudices, and the outright lies that are in place simply fall away when the heart takes over. This isn’t to say the view that comes from the head is gone forever, as it has been put in place by one’s own conditioning, but it will slowly lose its power over you.

I’m sharing this from my experience. This may not be agreed with by everyone who reads this, but my experience is mine and to me that’s the only thing that has real value, and that’s only if the experience is from the heart. Seeing through eyes that have a default view from the head presents many more questions than answers, but a heart view needs no such answers because there aren’t any questions. This is what happened to me and although I can only know what has been revealed to me, I share it because there is a peace within me that passes all understanding, and it’s always present, that is as long as I live from the heart and don’t let the intellect (my head) get in the way.


The Labeling Process

The labeling process in place is all part of attachment and until there’s awareness of this, suffering remains. The degree of suffering is contingent on how attached one is to their labels.

All labeling processes have been instilled without any consciousness on an individual’s part. Think about all that you do, how much of it is done consciously? You may think you decided to be a certain way or formed certain beliefs, but upon further review you will see it all arises from the conditioning in place; this is how the labeling process emerges. This is done everyday all day long and all this does is create emotional swings that are caused by the applied labels. A label that’s liked is pulled in, a label that’s not liked is pushed away, each of these creates the same suffering, even if you don’t see it. What’s missed with this is you alone allow the things labeled to control you. The thing itself has no power, the label does. From Donald Trump, to catching a red traffic light, or not liking your job, and all the labels in between, they are given power by the one labeling.

What determines the degree of suffering is contingent on how attached one is to the label. Again: What determines the degree of suffering is contingent on how attached one is to the label. You may think you are as you are and it’s because that’s just the way you are, but if that was true no one would ever change. I’ve changed because of the awareness of how I was labeling things and how the process was stopped. You can’t suffer without labeling the moment a suffering one. The most misunderstood part of the labeling process is it has nothing to do with what’s being labeled, that all comes from within. Whether something is liked or disliked it comes from you and you alone. Agree with this or not, just understand it’s your labeling process that’s making that decision, not the article.

Poems

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