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Poetry

loathsome whispers

the voices whisper
        people loathe you
the voices snicker
        alone alone alone
a false chant
        separate separate separate
a real deluded rant
        awful awful awful
in four-four time, or sometimes three
        you can’t count anymore!
I used to play the violin
        and you can’t read anymore!
the voices tell half-truths
        and you believe us!
the voices are half-believed, half-won already
        you’ve lost, give up
a nasty thought, a remorseful tale
        we are the guards!
I’d rather be the hammer than the nail
        your mind’s in jail!
I’d plan escape, but where to run
        we’re just beginning our fun!
for the mind will follow, as shadows after the sun
        stop with the rhymes, already!
the voices whisper
        people loathe you
the voices snicker
        alone alone alone
a false chant
        separate separate separate
a real deluded rant
        fearful fearful fearful
with the ability to abandon
        no  no   no!
I expel the poison, the voices
        so long   good bye   adieu

and freedom pursue


footnote: if you’re going through hell, keep going

footnote 2: to love, to cherish, to be patient, to be kind, to be virtuous, to remember all is mind, this will get you through

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Dreams Poetry

Giving Thanks to a Past-life Brother

Am I a menace?
A mara? A demon?
Will no one tell me?
Will they simply write a book about me
                 after I die?
Or will I be blasted into forgetful oblivion, purposefully?
What delight did I lack, will I lack,
                 force others to abandon
with my mara-induced delusions?
                  (autism, they call it now)
refusing responsibility – still!
     a demon to this day
     poor quality on display
Brother Fabjan, rescue me 🙏
please don’t make a mockery
     of my life’s work, of my plays
     of my dreadful mimicry,
the plagiarism of youth
in poor taste – ah! I know!
But despondency after death
     is a hell realm, and – alas! –
I was merely reborn human
again – ah! But not to torment you
still! A demon you say!
                  Oh brother Peter Fabjan!
                  You could not rescue me!
So this lifetime, I turn instead
to a Spiritual Guide,
Buddha Shakyamuni’s continuum,
and, in constant manifestation,
                  his teachers!
I am grateful, finally,
to shed this shadow of karma
which reeks of dreadful delusion,
     this familial mockery, betrayal
      – no doubt I returned or would return in kind –
finally, I get to cleanse such evil minds!
Alas! I am grateful!
Thank you, my brother

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questions

Question 2

Where does it come from and how does it move through you?

06.29.20

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Monday Motivation

Monday Motivation! | MM 1

Get ready for a great start to your week! Mondays don’t have to suck. Actually, its been my favourite day of the week for years now (and not just because it was the only day off from my most recent employer).

Make Monday the day that sets the tone for the entire week. Make it a source of inspiration and set your intention.

I’ll do my best to help here on out. Subscribe to my newsletter (below), follow my blog, and turn on your notifications. I’ll deliver a dose of Motivation or Meditation each Monday to encourage you to make the most of the moment.

We’ll start this week with a simple quote from one of my favourite novels, The Alchemist:

“…when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.”

Paulo Coelho

Why does this novel hit my top five?

The simple parable proffers advice and truth that is easy to believe and impossible to prove incorrect.

Each time I’ve decided what I want, “the universe” has absolutely helped me achieve it. Support comes from friends, family, strangers, spiritual practice, and sudden opportunities.

Why doesn’t this work for everyone?

The biggest barrier in people achieving their dreams is that they’ve stopped dreaming. They simply don’t know what they want. The universe can only help you if you help yourself. The first step is making a decision and sticking to it:

Who do I want to be? How do I want to live? What do I want to achieve? Why is this important to me? Where do I see myself?

One piece of advice: let go of “when” and ask instead:

What can I do with today?

“What’s the world’s greatest lie?” the boy asked, completely surprised. “It’s this: that a certain point in our lives, we lose control of what’s happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate. That’s the world’s greatest lie.”

Paulo Coelho