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Bliss Ripple is a catalog of clues— fieldnotes for living into one’s internal bliss. Compiled through the creative works of poet, artist, musician, and mama Maggie A. Bishop, Bliss Ripple explores the idea of resounding joy— how to create it and expand it through living with passionate honesty.

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Thursday
Jun122008

Seeing.

 

Untitled originally uploaded by J1R0
 
(a note that was attached to this photograph)
 
Eye see
that since eye an eye come
many moor have come
many are awakening
an
duly in turn
awakening others
yes
raising the dead.
The shift is shifting
and all ye dead raisers
those not scared to raise hell
and shake it up
are playing, dancing, singing, chanting
awakening those and them in the dark
seeking the light, jus' like any child in the womb of dark
seeking to enter een the light.
Baba jus' want yu to realize how important, how detrimental
how monumental this 'role' ye raisers of the dead are
'playing.'
eye n eye are the gods and goddess who are ushering in
the nu age. Yet the timeless ageless age, the ancient children we are.
So carry on! Raise them! Humbly and unflinchingly
take on their 'karma' 'pon yur ever strong being
purify them with ritual, and higher contemplation.
Give them toys to play with. Sacred items that shall rope dem een. And hold their attention.
Raise them!
All are welcome to enter the temple of self
and not a single stone shall remain unturned!
And o ye children e'er seeking to find the answers
to the eternal question (Read that again)
Come unto eye n eye freely and humbly and we shall do the same.
But most importantly sit and be. Still. And know iam that iam.
Listen to the screaming silence and see self worth.
Become the fertile ground in which the seeds of self blossom. And then let the winds carry yur offspring near and far, so that the light may permeate even the darkest crevasse.
Yes. The shift. Is shifting. And eye n eye are the keepers of the movements toward eternal stillness.
Movements of stillness.
Pure beingness.
I bow and am joyfull to behold yu all.
On the level,
baba

 

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