What is Evolution?

“We began as a mineral.
We emerged into plant life, and into the animal state, and then into being human, and always we have forgotten our former states, except in early spring when we slightly recall being green again.
That’s how a young person turns towards a teacher.
That’s how a baby leans toward the breast, without knowing the secret of its desire, yet turning instinctively.
Humankind is being led along an evolving course, through the migration of intelligences, and though we seem to be sleeping, there is an inner wakefulness that directs the dream, and that will eventually startle us back to the truth of who we are.”
— The Story of Evolution
— Rumi, 13th Century

6.08.2009

Burning Bridges


It seems I only blog when I'm ranting about something or another. Which would therefore mean that the infrequency of my blogs is a clear indicator of my contentment. Or lazyness. Whichever.

Nevertheless, I have once again found it necessary to rant/cuss/vent about a few things that have caused me much discontent in the past few weeks.

In anticipation of my upcoming celebration of birth (June 27th, mark it down in your calendars!), I've decided to get all feelings of anger and hate out of my heart so that I may start my 24th year on this earth, like a newborn, free of all anger and disdain.

With that said, I shall make this quick as I should have been at the gym about an hour ago.

Recently, I've been noticing what a changed person I am. Tame even.

The rebellious, raucous and eccentric person I knew (and loved dearly) has become more subdued, more tolerant and, dare I say, the biggest hypocrite I've had the pleasure of knowing.

Okay maybe not the biggest, but certainly rivaling the worst.

I say this all because of the huge bite mark that has been permanently tattooed to my tongue sake of my being cosmopolitan.

I cannot count the number of occassions I've had to hold my tongue for fear that its lashing would gash such a fire that all bridges behind and possibly in front of me would be burnt to cinders.

From school to social settings I've found it increasingly difficult to be my true self in a society where I am constantly being scrutinized and stereotyped. And so, I am forced to be politically correct amidst unpolitical inaccuracy. Babylon if you will.

Not saying that I long to revert to my leggobeastical ways, but more time I really want to just speak my mind. To tell those concerned just how predjudicial, superficial, judgmental, and prudical (my word) they really and truly are.

Alas, I refrain from doing any such thing for fear that one day I'll need to cross a river/fording and find that the bridge to facilitate my onward journey had already been burnt to the ground.

and so I blog/rant/vent.

iNi

may have changed, but my resolve is strong.

NadYa Dee



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Our Deepest Fear by Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love

"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 ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine, as children do.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."