my new year's gift to you...

when i give

i give

my 

self

how do i know?

how

do

i

know

about

the

world?

by

what

is

within

ME

GREETINGS ALL - A MESSAGE FROM THE UNIVERSE

this is a little "NOTE FROM THE UNIVERSE" that i received today from theuniverse@tut.com and one which i think rightfully belongs to us all, individually and collectively - and so, here is my message to you forwarded by way of THE UNIVERSE:

If it's not yet obvious to you, the real reason for this, and all seasons, is you.  A more perfect child of the Universe has never lived. Until now, only celebrations cloaked in myth and mystery could hint at your divine heritage and sacred destiny. You are life's prayer of becoming and its answer. The first light at the dawn of eternity, drawn from the ether, so that I might know my own depth, discover new heights, and revel in seas of blessed emotion.

A pioneer into illusion, an adventurer into the unknown, and a lifter of veils. Courageous, heroic, and exalted by legions in the unseen.

To give beyond reason, to care beyond hope, to love without limit; to reach, stretch, and dream, in spite of your fears. These are the hallmarks of divinity - traits of the immortal - your badges of honor. May you wear them with a pride as great as the immeasurable pride we feel for you.

Your light has illuminated darkened paths, your gaze has lifted broken spirits, and already your life has changed the course of history.

This is the time of year we celebrate.

Bowing before Greatness,
    The Universe

THINKING OF YOU...

as we each journey into a new year,
thank you for traveling along with me -

wishing you peace love and passion -

jenean

the divine power...

The

imagination

is never governed, 

it is always 

the ruling 

and 

divine power.

ownership...

The use of solar energy 

has not been opened up 

because the oil industry 

does not own 

the sun.

dear friends -

just to let you know, as my little campfires in blogland bear witness, the past week or so has found me distracted and sidetracked with the ups and downs of familial and other issues which have taken me from my usual time and energies on my own blogs and those of dear friends such as you -  in addition, i'm working on a couple of LARGE art pieces with imminent deadlines -

so please forgive my seemingly "irreverent" attention here and know that my lack of regular postings and comments in no way reflects anything except that which it is - peripheral things to which i must attend for a couple of weeks -

but i'll be back and forth as i can so please check over at my places at your leisure, as i, of course, will yours!  and, as always, i'll be thinking of you and yours with much affection - jenean

it's all up to you...

By choosing your thoughts,

and by selecting

which emotional currents

you will release

and which you will reinforce,

you determine

the quality of your Light.

You determine

the effects that

you will have upon others,

and the nature

of the experiences

of your life.

the hidden strength...

Both now

and

for always,

I intend

to hold fast
to my 

belief in the

hidden

strength 

of the

human

spirit.

the freeing of ourSELVES...

Our task must be to 

free ourselves by 

widening our 

circle of compassion 

to embrace 

all living creatures 

and the 

whole of nature 

and 

its beauty.

the learning curve...

we have an
infinite amount to learn

both from nature

and from

each

other

the eternal soul...

That which is part of

our souls is eternal. . . 

Those lives are countless, 

but the soul or spirit 

that animates us throughout 

these myriads of existences 

is the same; and though 

"the book and volume" 

of the physical brain 

may forget events 

within the scope of one 

terrestrial life, the bulk of 

collective recollections 

can never desert the 

divine soul within us. 

Its whispers may be too soft, 

the sound of its words 

too far off the plane 

perceived by our physical senses;

yet the shadow of events that were, 

just as much as the shadow 

of the events that are to come,

is within its perceptive powers, 

and is ever present before 

its mind's eye." —

the spirit prevails...

I believe that man 

will not merely endure. 

He will prevail. 

He is immortal, 

not because he alone 

among creatures has 

an inexhaustible voice, 

but because 

he has a soul, 

a spirit capable 

of compassion 

and sacrifice 

and endurance.

the greatest gift...

The greatest gift 

that you could ever give 

to another is 

your own happiness, 

for when you are in 

a state of joy, happiness, 

or appreciation, 

you are fully connected

to the Stream of 

pure, positive Source Energy 

that is truly who you are. 

And when you are 

in that state of connection, 

anything or anyone 

that you are holding 

as your object of attention 

benefits from your attention.

imagination over knowledge...

Imagination

is more important than

knowledge.

the present past...

 

The 

past 

is 

never

dead. 

It's 

not

even 

past.

the light of darkness...

“If the whole universe has no meaning,
we should never have found out
that it has no meaning:
just as, if there were no light
in the universe and therefore
no creatures with eyes,
we should never know it was dark.
Dark would be without meaning.”

take my hand...

“Please 

take 

my hand. 

I 

give

it 

to 

you 

as a 

gesture of 

friendship 

and 

love, 

and of 

faith 

freely

given. 

I give you

my hand

and 

welcome

you 

into 

my 

dream.” 
- wonder woman -

our center...

Astronomy

compels

the soul to

look upwards

and leads us

from this world

to another.

your choice...

each time you choose to do something

no matter how inconsequential it may seem...

you are creating an alternative reality

or parallel universe - and...the thing

that you did not choose is also happening

on some other place of existence...

invictus...

OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

the gypsy...

she has traveled

the sands of time

touching upon

earth again and again

she has roamed

the heavens and the skies

touching stars and galaxies

she has soared

past the moon and

over the sun

touching gently

the faces of the gods

she 
has been

she 
is

she 
will be

gypsywoman

i exist...

I existed from 

all eternity 

and, behold,
I am here;

and I shall exist 

till the end of time,

for my being has no end.

life is...

Life is the fire 

that burns and 

the sun that gives light. 

Life is the wind 

and the rain and

the thunder in the sky. 

Life is matter 

and is earth, 

what is and 

what is not, 

and what beyond 

is in Eternity.

the multi of me...

do i contradict myself?

very well then -

i contradict myself -

i
am
large 

i
contain
multitudes

only death awakens...

life is a

dream from which

only death awakens us

the soul of the fearless warrior...

the celts were
fearless warriors 
because they wish to inculcate 

this as one of their leading tenets, 

that souls

do not become 

extinct

but pass after death 

from one body to another...

kalahari dreaming...

there is a dream dreaming us

letting go and becoming...

when i let go

of what i am

i become

what i

might

be

shine your light...

Our deepest fear is not 

that we are inadequate. 

Our deepest fear is that we are 

powerful beyond measure. 

It is our light, not our darkness, 

that most frightens us...

We are all meant to shine as children do...

it is in everyone.

And as we let our own lights shine, 

we unconsciously give other people 

permission to do the same. 

As we are liberated from our own fear, 

our presence automatically liberates others.

one picture...

one picture worth more than a million.....

lives...

why sleep through dreams...

...all lucid dreams 

...have 

a sense of wonder 

about them -

if you must sleep 

...why...sleep through 

your dreams, too?

confining the human spirit...

to confine

our attention

to terrestrial matters

would be to

limit

the

human

spirit

the butterfly of peace...

It is not all of life to live,
nor yet all of death to die.
For life and death are one,
and only those 

who will consider

the experience as one
may come to

understand or
comprehend

what peace

indeed means.

making the darkness conscious...

enlightenment

is not

imagining

figures of light

but

making the

darkness

conscious

fear not...

the whole secret

of existence

is to have

no fear -

never fear

what will

become of you

depend on 

no one -

only the moment

you reject

all help

are

you

freed - 

our bodies our world...

the physical world

including our bodies

is a response of 
the observer - 

we create

our bodies

as we create

the experience of

our world

SURREALESTATE IN SHREVPORT...

 

gypsy's brew is good for you - 

so sit a spell - let your spirits jell - 

and drink a lot from my little pot!!!

and while you're here,

take a stroll through a bit of 

surrealestate in shreveport!!!!

 TAYLORTOWN BELL TOWER

under the light of a full moon, the bride can still be seen on the upper tower platform searching the countryside, watching, waiting, yearning for her own true love - but, alas, he does not come - her heart, year after year, continues to break - so it is said - over 100 moons ago, there was a wealth plantation owner in taylortown whose beautiful daughter was bethrothed to a handsome young man who was the love of her life - the father was so thrilled for his daughter’s happpiness that he built a beautiful church just for the ceremony to be held - but, sadly, on the date of her marriage, the beautiful bride waited and waited - but for naught - her handsome groom never came - the young bride, heartbroken, day after day night after night, stood in the bell tower of her church looking for her betrothed, waiting for him to return and be her husband - but it was not to be - and she died of a broken heart - her father, so distraught over the death of his beautiful daughter, set the church on fire, burning it to the ground - however, the bell tower remained and he dedicated it to the memory of his loving daughter - where she remains to this day, watching, waiting, hoping....

THE LOGAN MANSION 

At 725 austin place sits the logan mansion, built in 1897 by LR Logan, a beer and ice manufacturer - it is a queen anne victorian house designed by architect nathaniel sykes allen -also over 100 years ago, in 1908, there lived across the street from the mansion a little girl - this beautiful little girl, on a visit to the mansion, fell to her death from the top window of the house - she remains there today where she is frequently seen in the window from whence she fell so many moons ago - she has also been seen, after midnight, playing in the front yard of the mansion - in the 1980's a radio station occupied the house and there were repeated reportings of unexplained activities like the lights going off and on and window shades going up and down by themselves - at one time, the station operator challenged the entities to “show their stuff” and the lights blinked off and on, the window shades rolled up and down and the radio station went off the air - teams of professional paranormal experts have more recently investigated and obtained positive results in the mansion -

BYRD HIGH SCHOOL

byrd high school is the school attended by my children - it’s on line avenue, a main north/south thoroughfare in shreveport - the school was built in 1925 and had a swimming pool back in those days - however, the pool was later closed when a female student drowned in it - a dance studio was then built above it - then, years later, in the catacombs of the school, a junior rotc instructor shot himself to death there and his spirit continues to haunt the school to this day -

see you later, little children.....

the gypsy's gone 
haunting.....

back after 
midnighttttttt...........

she sleeps...she dreams...

she sleeps she dreams
fluttering floating flying
into the stars and far beyond

her dreams not what they seem
sliding sailing soaring science defying
she alone her ship did conn

into the heavens did she beam
living loving living again still undying
this she did and did au fond

she sleeps she dreams
all within her lives’ grand scheme

neruda's enchanted place...

“I believe that

poetry is an action,

ephemeral or solemn,

in which there

enter as equal partners

solitude and solidarity,

emotion and action,

the nearness to oneself,

the nearness to mankind

and to

the secret manifestations of nature.

And no less strongly I think

that all this is sustained...

by an ever-wider

sense of community,

by an effort which will

forever bring together

the reality and the dreams

in us

because it is precisely

in this way that poetry

unites and mingles them....

“All paths lead to the same goal:

to convey to others

what we are.

And we must pass through

solitude and difficulty,

isolation and silence

in order to reach forth to

the enchanted place

where

we can dance our clumsy dance

and

sing our sorrowful song -

but

in this dance or in this song

there are fulfilled

the most ancient rites

of our conscience

in the awareness of

being human

and

of believing in

a common destiny.”