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" The love that draws someone to you is the love that becomes a part of them. The consistency of love is the only true place of refuge where one can be stable by simply being an instrument of love. "
" The only reason something is protested is because one thinks (a story) the present moment isn’t good enough so it needs to be changed to what is deemed as pleasant; the I want, what I want, when I want it mind. "
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The Mystery of the Lost Avenger
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Shadow in the Mirror
Adele Hewett Veal
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The Necklace - The Dusky Club, June 1962
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Rebound - Scar Tissue Of The Soul (The Genesis Chamber Pt. II
Beighton Devlin
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The Genesis Chamber
Beighton Devlin
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Auntie Bertie and the flying circus mouse, with a Colour Therapy Twist!
Esther Loftus Gough
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Blue in the tooth, teeth hygiene with a Colour Therapy Twist!
Esther Loftus Gough
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Kleptomaniac: Who's Really Robbing God Anyway?
Dr. Frank Chase Jr

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Summer Indie Book Awards

On 09/01/2016 , 09:AM
Voting begins for books nominated

Organizer - Markie Jordan-Madden

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

Consistency of Love

The love that draws someone to you is the love that becomes a part of them. The consistency of love is the only true place of refuge where one can be stable by simply being an instrument of love.

It’s very important to be consistent in love so people know there’s a place they can turn to for stability. I know many people read my articles so it’s expected they will be there. I don’t mind and because of what has been revealed to me I’m honored to be used as an instrument and to be there for others. Everyone needs a place where they know they can go and be safe from the unconscious world. It does matter where you go for stability, if you go to a place that’s used as a distraction, it may feel like stability, but it isn’t. If you get lost in something menial, the day will go by because time waits for no one, but if you’re spending the same day in a conscious state of mindfulness, you will become consistent in love and people can then turn to you for stability.

Don’t be concerned with what others who are unconscious say, just be consistent in what you know as love and let no one take away your stability. Be consistent in your love in a world that is mostly based in the ego and this will allow others to be consistent in their love, which is needed for any transformation to occur. The love that draws someone to you is the love that becomes a part of them. Life is an experience and if you’re not learning from it, you most likely have your own mind constructs of what you think it’s about. When you truly see, your constructs are no more as they fall away. This seeing is of love and when you remain there others will also go there as it’s the one place of refuge where one can truly be stable by simply being consistent in love.

Protesting I Am

The only reason something is protested is because one thinks (a story) the present moment isn’t good enough so it needs to be changed to what is deemed as pleasant; the I want, what I want, when I want it mind.

The greatest challenge one has in awaking up is being able to just be with I Am, adding nothing, taking nothing away. If there can be awareness of this even for one second, liberation will follow. There’s no proving oneself in the I Am, the Conditioned Mind will protest this and at first this will be strong and plentiful, but as time goes on and I Am stands unshaken, the protest will lessen as it loses its protesting energy. Something has to be in place to lessen this grip that makes one attach to everything but I Am. This attachment comes in many shapes and forms and they are the norm of what the world offers, but the world is misleading in what it offers. It promises liberation, but it doesn’t make good on it. It may give you all the stuff that it says is needed for liberation, but even if one attains the whole world but loses themselves, they have attained nothing, especially liberation.

Space needs to created between I Am and what’s added to it, the more space there is, the more liberated one will be. It’s simple math, the more one spends time in the space of I Am, the more love there will be in one’s life. Many lives are lived with protesting energy without even realizing it’s occurring. Anytime I Am is added to, true love of the heart is being protested and the Conditioned Mind takes over to make up a story of what needs to be reached for so life can be pleasant. After all the only reason something is protested is because one thinks (a story) the present moment isn’t good enough so it needs to be changed to what is deemed as pleasant; the I want, what I want, when I want it mind. In the space of I Am nothing needs to be added because nothing needs to be different so in this space there’s the understanding I Am is enough.

Your True Self

Without the attachment to labels and stories there’s existence beyond words, this is where one will be free from the bondage of self and without this bondage, one can be your true self.

If everything that’s done is based in the self doing it than one must keep doing to keep the self whole. But who is this self that needs to be kept whole? This bondage of self is the main attachment that keeps one entrapped to their own created suffering. Sit with this next part and see exactly where is this self that one so adamantly defends. What if you lost your arm would you still exist? How about both arms and legs, now take every function away expect for the mind, let’s just say that remained intact. There is still existence, and even if you lost your mind there would still be existence, you just wouldn’t be aware of it, so what part of your story of this self is you? The limbs, or the story of the loss of them, the mind, or the story of the loss of it; I guess there wouldn’t be a story if there wasn’t a mind.

There’s nothing to pinpoint where the self is that’s conjured up in the mind. This isn’t to say there isn’t a self, but what part of the made up story is really this self that is attached to? What part of it makes you complete or incomplete? In my case is it my role as as husband, father, son, brother and so on? Or is it my job title or my writings? All of these things exist, but they’re only a story and you may ask who are you or anyone for that matter without their story? Without the attachment to labels and stories there’s existence beyond words, this is where one will be free from the bondage of self and without this bondage, one can be your true self.

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