Aspiring Writers Group
moderated by Daniel Christopher June
Meets Fridays 2-4 p.m. at Schuler's Bookshop on 28th Street
All forms of writing welcome. Feel free to sit and listen the first time. Bring a four-page of writing with copies for everybody second time.
Contact Daniel:
www.perfectidius.com
perfectidius@gmail.com
(616) 617-9149
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Aspiring Writers
led by Daniel Christopher June
We meet at 28th street Schuler's from 2-4 p.m. on Fridays.
You can just listen the first time. All forms of writing welcome. Bring enough copies for everybody (group size will be determined at a later date).
Hope to see you there
Daniel
contact Daniel at perfectidius@gmail.com or (616)617-9149
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the_nine.mp3 Composed by Jillian Narayan and Daniel June, lyrics by Tolkein, sung by Jillian and Daniel.
Words in Quenyan, or elvish.
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1. Ilu Ilúvatar en káre eldain a fírimoin
The Father made the World for Elves and Mortals
2. ar antaróta mannar Valion: númessier.
and he gave it into the hands of the Lords. They are in the West.
3. Toi aina, mána, meldielto - enga morion:
They are holy, blessed, and beloved: save the dark one.
4. talantie. Melko Mardello lende: márie.
He is fallen. Melko [Melkor] has gone from Earth: it is good.
5. En kárielto eldain Isil, hildin Úr-anar.
For Elves they made the Moon, but for Men the red Sun;
6. Toi írimar. Ilyain antalto annar lestanen
which are beautiful. To all they gave in measure the gifts
7. Ilúvatáren. Ilu vanya, fanya, eari,
of Ilúvatar. The World is fair, the sky, the seas,
8. i-mar, ar ilqa ímen. Írima ye Númenor.
the earth, and all that is in them. Lovely is Númenor.
9. Nan úye sére indo-ninya símen, ullume;
But my hearth resteth not here for ever,
10. ten sí ye tyelma, yéva tyel ar i narqelion,
for here is ending, and there will be an end and the Fading,
11. íre ilqa yéva nótina, hostainiéva, yallume:
when all is counted, and all numbered at last,
12. ananta úva táre fárea, ufárea!
but yet it will not be enough, not enough.
13. Man táre antáva nin Ilúvatar, Ilúvatar
What will the Father, O Father, give me
14. enyáre tar i tyel, íre Anarinya qeluva?
in that day beyond the end when my Sun faileth?
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I've been using weird recording techniques to develop a hymn to Ama.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3R4flqVONI
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Emilie is already making things out of the play dough she got for Christmas.
Emilie Made this for Mom
Emilie made this for dad
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Only follow this link if you are comfortable with erotica.
http://www.perfectidius.com/professorjune.txt
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sherry and nat sleep on the coach in the light of the tree
the tree loaded with gifts
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http://www.perfectidius.com/firiels_song.html
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Evidently the idea of raccoon scat was too noxious for some of you. So I modified my recipe. Meet "snowballs."
made from gumpaste, sugar, honey, cinnamon, salt, mixed to taste. Also I sculped a shell and some doves.
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Daniel Christopher June to the Students of Life: Greetings!
I have a few pictures and a few videos regarding the concept of ARIA. Central to allism is cultivating one's personal creativity. we do this in part by developing our creative space. These pictures and videos discuss how I developed my personal creative space.
Old cards and pictures can be taped to the wall, and glitter glue can be smears on the womb. Arts and crafts stars and stickers can be incorporated. Writing on the wood panel with red ink, yellow ink, can add a subliminal message.
The placement of glow in the dark stickers on the wall let the room glow after lights are out. Also the use of Christmas lights the girdle the room, and a half dozen lamps, helps make it bright as the sun.
Take Care, Caretakers!
My videos for the creation of an ARIA or on my religion page of my homepage:
http://www.perfectidius.com/religion.html
the videos specifically are
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LVSB7U55f40
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cUdErOiS4yc
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HzT21FUr4L4
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While Theron was sweeping he came across a dull brass key. He wondered what it went to but didn’t know. He tried all the locks. Finally he asked the key to aim at its lock. He span around blindly and tripped and the key pointed downwards. Sad, he tried again, and this time from a differnet angle. Again he fell and it aimed downwards. He got the idea to triangulate the coordinates and realize that the treasure was buried in his backyard under the garden.
Father watched with patronizing curiosity as Theron dug for treasure. Of course Theron found the treasure box and brought it out. Father looked curiously. They cleaned out the lock and cleaned the key and found they were a perfect fit. Inside was the box was a letter and a pair of glasses. The langauge was indistinct, and even with the glasses, there was no reading it. So Theron took the glasses and looked around at what stood out when he work them.
What stood out was a certain green rock. He picked it up. His father confirmed it was jade, a big chunk of gemstone, and that they could sell it for money at the market. The father said Theron could keep the money since he earned it.
It had happened that when Father and the goddess were married, she taught him to sew. He became so proffecient at it that she gave him a ring called Threader. Well in these later days, he managed to lose it. Thereon decided to use the spectacles to find Threader. He focus on Threader, he said "Threaderm" and he span around and pointed to where threader might be.
His fingrpoint led again to the garden, and there he found sealed an opaque bottle with a strange inscription. Father listened and heard the words, "I am sealed and cannot be reased, nor am I permitted to see children and their parents. But I vow by Zeanobath that when the boy comes to age, I will gain the power of the sun sword, hunt him down, and sear him with the sword.
Father became afraid. As a hunter, he hid the most remote location for the bottle and buried. He knew demons were not good at keeping their word, and their purpose, as a rule, was thwarted in the end, because they wish for no good. Plus he knew he son was half-divine, and the divine has nothing to fear from a mere demon. Yet knowing this could be trouble of some sort, he took precautions.
As the body was 8,he bathed the boy in water and said, "Baptize yourself in the name of your inner Name, for you are 8, and some of the magical things you say you will no longer be able to see.
That's when Father told him some hunting secrets. Observe nature. Do not kill an animal you have never seen before, it might bode poorly for you. When hunting an animal, consider its natural predator. If hunting a bird without a weapon, consider a snake and its eyes, the way it make a bird hypnotized with its glare. Or if you are hunting a rodent, lick the dust as the serpant does.
Always sip the deep and eat little pinches of the environment. You will incorporate an digest all that happened there. Crystals are logical. So eat snow and listen to it as falls in storms. Snow summons sunflairs: use winter notes to destroy creatures of such energy as attract sunflairs.
Smell the droppings of your quarry to know what they are eating and where they eat it. Step on the tracks of animals who have a strong scent to hid your own scent. Know how to backtrack, use water to mask your scent, change your clothes, take off your shoes, put on your shoes, walk on your hands, and roll, when something is hunting you.
Now that you are of age, fairies will no longer appear to you. They will look like ordinary moths and butterflies and dragonflies. They will hide their true form from you. You will see it is more so when you 13, and the sexual appetite has kicked in. Sex makes man a member of mankind and not a wild brute. The animals will cease to talk to you as before, and will be as if they never talked. Elves and sprites you will remember no more. Ghosts will be replaced with creak in the floorboard and the howling of wind. But the young part of your brain will always remember these truths and you will delight in ghost stories even though you don't really believe them.
Press your ear to the ground and know where the animals are hiding. Eat pinches of moss to learn what animals have passed by, and also lick the dew. You are what you eat, so do not over-eat in anything with potent magic. Be addicted to nothing, not even tobacco.
Theron received the lesson in good course, and his mother Shara patiently listened on, and after they were done they had a beautiful feast of pheasant they had prepared. Theron had been baptized in his own name. He did not know his real name yet, but he felt the resonance of it. He knew once he met his true spiritual mother his questions would be answer.
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Father liked to smoke after his hunt. He had a special pipe. One day Theron grabbed the pipe and put it in his mouth. Bap! Father boxed Theron’s ear. No, no, no, smoking the pipe is for adults only!
The one day the pipe went missing completely. Father blamed Theron. Not only did he box Theron’s ear, but he made him sit and face the corner.
Theron was so mad that he wished he could just punch Father and show him that false accusations are what bullies do. He was so mad, tears filled his eyes. As he tried to see through the tears, the ground was distorted and he saw something. A little pipe.
He cleared his eyes. It wasn’t the pipe! But a little imprint of the pipe on the ground in the ash. He looked around the floor and saw that the trail led all over the room. Finally it lead to a hole in the wall. Theron boldly stuck his hand in the wall and pulled out the pipe. The mouse had stolen it!
Father was pleased with this, and apologized for the punishment. He rewarded Theron with some fresh honey for dinner.
Theron had come to realize what all hunters realize: everthing leaves a mark, everthing leaves a trace. Father, meanwhile, cut upon the wall with a saw and exposed a scared mouse, which he scolds, and sent scurrying out the house. Then he looked in the litte nest and found some old coin, some twine, some grass, and a curious thing. The curious thing was heart shaped pendant. Theron’s father opened it and saw a woman. Theron was too young to recognize the father’s express of love at first sight.
“I will find out who’s picture this is and return the necklace.” When the father asked the nearest human beings who the girl was, they affirmed that it was Shara. So the hunter came to her place in the village and knocked on the door. The girl was amazed to see such a handsome man, but when he had the necklace that had last been seen around the neck of her father, who was now missing, she was shocked and amazed.
It was written in the stars that Father and Shara should marry, so they waited little time in making it happen. As for Theron, he was told to call his step-mother, “mother” simply, and he had no prolbem with it. She had last her parent, he had lost his, so he identified with her. She was also strikingly beautiful.
You could say in fact she was flawless, except there was a scar on her back. She said she didn’t remember where it came from. Theron remembered that every event leaves its trace, so he tried to figure it out. It had the look of a monstrous pinch, as if something had pinched her. He vowed to figure it out.
Another strange thing about Shara was that she was dealthy afraid of spiders. She would roll around at night in the bed calling out against the spiders. Theron’s dad thought that maybe she was just getting used to the idea of sharing bed with a new man.
Theron thought better of it. He pondered it out and decided to clearn the house of all spiders. He called them all. Then he went to the basement and found the culprit. Underneath her bed in the crawl space, was a spider. Its evil vibrations had magnified into Shara’s dreams. He promply killed the spider, and then rubbed honey around the edges of the crawl space, so any other spider coming there would get stuck. He also threw sugar in the crawl space, so that she would have sweet dreams.
He find a Poinsetta for her, and as it was cold outside it was a nice warm plant. On the plant was another spider. He caught it and put it in a jar, and put honey around the lid. He would use this pet spider, named Melkor, to make her feel better about her phobia.
The new spider whipsperd something. He listened. It told him the story about how Melkor had once caught a fairy in his hangs and bit her in the back. Theron realized that Shara was afraid of spiders because in a previous lifetime she had been a fairy. The scar was where she lost her wings.
Shara slept much better after this.
But then came the ants. The answers liked the sugar. Soon the house was overcome with ants, and as the father somehow knew Theron was to blame, and further warned Theron not to kill them, Theron got a broom and swept them up, every last one of them, and a lot of the sugar, and put them in a solid barrel. He filled up all the holes with cement his father made him, and then two holes: one on the top and on on the bottom. He put it in the garden.
Each day he swept up more ants this way and put them in the barrel, putting the top back on. He would watch them come out the holes. He knew he was not catching the queen, but she would perhaps be a bit more careful in how many ants she gave birth to.
The queen indeed learned her lesson. Meanwhile, Theron would press his ear to the barrel of ants and learned a lot of secrets about the underground through this.
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Father liked to smoke after his hunt. He had a special pipe. One day Theron grabbed the pipe and put it in his mouth. Bap! Father boxed Theron’s ear. No, no, no, smoking the pipe is for adults only!
The one day the pipe went missing completely. Father blamed Theron. Not only did he box Theron’s ear, but he made him sit and face the corner.
Theron was so mad that he wished he could just punch Father and show him that false accusations are what bullies do. He was so mad, tears filled his eyes. As he tried to see through the tears, the ground was distorted and he saw something. A little pipe.
He cleared his eyes. It wasn’t the pipe! But a little imprint of the pipe on the ground in the ash. He looked around the floor and saw that the trail led all over the room. Finally it lead to a hole in the wall. Theron boldly stuck his hand in the wall and pulled out the pipe. The mouse had stolen it!
Father was pleased with this, and apologized for the punishment. He rewarded Theron with some fresh honey for dinner.
Theron had come to realize what all hunters realize: everthing leaves a mark, everthing leaves a trace. Father, meanwhile, cut upon the wall with a saw and exposed a scared mouse, which he scolds, and sent scurrying out the house. Then he looked in the litte nest and found some old coin, some twine, some grass, and a curious thing. The curious thing was heart shaped pendant. Theron’s father opened it and saw a woman. Theron was too young to recognize the father’s express of love at first sight.
“I will find out who’s picture this is and return the necklace.” When the father asked the nearest human beings who the girl was, they affirmed that it was Shara. So the hunter came to her place in the village and knocked on the door. The girl was amazed to see such a handsome man, but when he had the necklace that had last been seen around the neck of her father, who was now missing, she was shocked and amazed.
It was written in the stars that Father and Shara should marry, so they waited little time in making it happen. As for Theron, he was told to call his step-mother, “mother” simply, and he had no prolbem with it. She had last her parent, he had lost his, so he identified with her. She was also strikingly beautiful.
You could say in fact she was flawless, except there was a scar on her back. She said she didn’t remember where it came from. Theron remembered that every event leaves its trace, so he tried to figure it out. It had the look of a monstrous pinch, as if something had pinched her. He vowed to figure it out.
Another strange thing about Shara was that she was dealthy afraid of spiders. She would roll around at night in the bed calling out against the spiders. Theron’s dad thought that maybe she was just getting used to the idea of sharing bed with a new man.
Theron thought better of it. He pondered it out and decided to clearn the house of all spiders. He called them all. Then he went to the basement and found the culprit. Underneath her bed in the crawl space, was a spider. Its evil vibrations had magnified into Shara’s dreams. He promply killed the spider, and then rubbed honey around the edges of the crawl space, so any other spider coming there would get stuck. He also threw sugar in the crawl space, so that she would have sweet dreams.
He find a Poinsetta for her, and as it was cold outside it was a nice warm plant. On the plant was another spider. He caught it and put it in a jar, and put honey around the lid. He would use this pet spider, named Melkor, to make her feel better about her phobia.
The new spider whipsperd something. He listened. It told him the story about how Melkor had once caught a fairy in his hangs and bit her in the back. Theron realized that Shara was afraid of spiders because in a previous lifetime she had been a fairy. The scar was where she lost her wings.
Shara slept much better after this.
But then came the ants. The answers liked the sugar. Soon the house was overcome with ants, and as the father somehow knew Theron was to blame, and further warned Theron not to kill them, Theron got a broom and swept them up, every last one of them, and a lot of the sugar, and put them in a solid barrel. He filled up all the holes with cement his father made him, and then two holes: one on the top and on on the bottom. He put it in the garden.
Each day he swept up more ants this way and put them in the barrel, putting the top back on. He would watch them come out the holes. He knew he was not catching the queen, but she would perhaps be a bit more careful in how many ants she gave birth to.
The queen indeed learned her lesson. Meanwhile, Theron would press his ear to the barrel of ants and learned a lot of secrets about the underground through this.
While Theron was was sweeping he came across a dull brass key. He wondered what it went to but didn’t know. He tried all the locks. Finally he asked the key to aim at its lock. He span around blindly and tripped and the key pointed downwards. Sad, he tried again, and this time from a differnet angle. Again he fell and it aimed downwards. He got the idea to triangulate the coordinates and realize that the treasure was buried in his backyard under the garden.
Father watched with patronizing curiosity as Theron dug for treasure. Of course Theron found the treasure box and brought it out. Father looked curiously. They cleaned out the lock and cleaned the key and found they were a perfect fit. Inside was the box was a letter and a pair of glasses. The langauge was indistinct, and even with the glasses, there was no reading it. So Theron took the glasses and looked around at what stood out when he work them.
What stood out was a certain green rock. He picked it up. His father confirmed it was jade, a big chunk of gemstone, and that they could sell it for money at the market. The father said Theron could keep the money since he earned it.
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Recipe for Raccoon Scat
Ingredients:
Gum Paste
Black Food Coloring
Cinimin
Sugar
Honey
Mix it all together. Roll the balls into perfect circles. This is Scat.
Why the ugly name?
To be all, you must eat all. The raccoon does this, being the ultimate omnivore. The
raccoon is our totem. The black holes of utter nothing are racoon droppings. To be a
true omnivore, you must eat also the abyss of nothingness. Plus these candies are
really delicious.
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I talk about our right and duty to have a creative space.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pq0DXcCzXYo
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Solve these ten riddles and you will attain unto enlightenment.
This hole within a hole has known such sweetness that all it can do is howl.
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When I'm eating I'm rather bright, if you stop me, welcome night.
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The more you spend me the more you have.
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The softness give birth to hardness, later the hardness sings a soft song.
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The manacle's face is ever changing, every day the same.
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A shining ocean, white, then colored, then black.
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I'm a window of depth, impenetrable, clear.
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The harder you pull me apart, the closer I draw together.
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I gave darkness, you gave light, I gave you light, you gave me fire, cold as ice.
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I'm not in the all, and not in the not of the not of the all.
PS Happy Holidays All!
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My latest video explores the phrase "you are what you eat" and all it implies.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XVzAgf3BNvg
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Daniel Christopher June to the students of life:
Greetings. I made a video explaining how we may open the heart to hearing the divine.
Take care, Caretakers!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ltoExY1oGc
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A longer video explaining various ideas about allism
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LjQbqByQDdU
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Once there was a mighty hunter named Samsoar, who kept solitary paths and lived in the woods, and was all but unknown among men. Never did he marry, and lived entirely from the effort of his hunt. Samsoar was a pious man, and kept all the laws of Mattriama, and honored her in everything. For this she blessed him, and visited him once in person, and gave him a bow and arrow that so long as the one who holds them has a pure heart, she never miss their target.
Samsoar honored all he killed, saying a prayer before he killed any animal, giving it gratitude that he might eat its flesh and use its body and all its parts for his clothes and instruments.
One day, Samsoar, who knew all the woods in his country, managed to get lost. He did not recognize the woods he was in, and saw that though it was winter in his land, this part of the woods was as if in summer. He explored it, but was unable to spot any animal. The creatures here were too clever, too perfect, to be caught. They had used magic to hide this woods from men. How Samsoar had found it, he did not know.
Then he saw a beautiful doe, the most beautiful deer he had seen in all his life. He knew in his heart that this was an immortal deer, and that if he ate her flesh, he would be immortal. The deer read his thoughts, and she immediately disappeared.
Samsoar was determined now to hunt the immortal doe for the rest of his life, or die trying. He used all his expertise to hunt her, every trick he knew. He spent five years lost in the enchanted woods, five years hunting her, unable to kill any animal, living only on roots and nuts and plants. This man, who had ever eaten the flesh of animals, had become a vegetarian.
He prayed fervently, and fasted, and slowly, after all these years, learned the secrets of the woods. He set aside his bow and arrow of immaculate shot, and bathed naked in the rivers. He stripped himself of all clothing and ate the plants and was a new man.
After another five years of living as a nude vegetarian, honoring the goddess, he build a home, a little house, and furnished it, and this was among the most beautiful and perfect houses ever constructed by man. He honored the wood he used to build his house, and planted where he cut, and he felt the secret forest forgave him, and welcomed his presence.
His house overlooked a beautiful and perfect lake. He bathed in its waters daily. One day , he bathed at midnight, and he sensed a presence in the woods. He sensed the presence of the doe.
He went to his house and pulled his bow and returned. The doe remained. He snuck up on her and aimed his bow. He had it locked on her heart, and the shot was certain. He was about to kill the immortal doe. He would prepare her flesh, eat, and be an immortal god.
The doe heard this thought. She looked at him with love. The sight of her immortal eyes made the hunter feel an unworldly love. The deer walked up towards him, and Samsoar set down his bow. As she approached, she took on the form of what she also was, a beautiful goddess, clothed in white.
"I have watched you all these years, mortal man, and my heart is for you. I love and would show you love."
This goddess was the most beautiful being Samsoar had ever seen. They were married in a ceremony officiated by gods and attended by all the animals of the secret forest.
The goddess, whom the hunter named Niviana, shared his home with him, and furnished it with her wisdom, and expanded his house until it was a small mansion. Great was their love, and these were the greatest joys of the life of Samsoar. He learned the secrets of the immortals, and still ate no flesh.
Soon, Niviana was pregnant with Samsoar's child. He attended her with love, and when her time came, she produced Theron Avulian. For one year she nursed her son and gave him the great love of an immortal mother.
Then, inexplicably, she was gone. She disappeared from the forest, and the animals went into hiding. Samsoar could not dedicate his time to hunting her down. He had to raise his son. The secret forest left with Niviana, and soon the woods new seasons just like other forests, and Samsoar returned to eating flesh once again.
When Theron was old enough to know the story of his mothers disappearance, he made a vow in his heart, that he would learn all the arts of his father, and go beyond what his father would know, and one day, he would find his mother and know her face to face.
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My second instruction video in which I explain the power of naming and engraving.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MQw1RCGVpHo
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qn3-v-c_jI4
My first youtube instruction video! On how to make a honeymilk libation. Check it out!
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Conduct of Life is perhaps Emerson's best book, and "Worship" perhaps his best essay in it. He discusses the rise of atheism in his time, and his views on immortality and faith.
I made an audiorecording of the essay as an ongoing project for librivox. Here is the link,
Daniel
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LOb_N_lT7io&feature=youtube_gdata
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I play hymns before I write every morning, to put me in the creative mindset. This is one short hymn I wrote this morning entitled Mattriama Alldivine
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O7IDb4oKcNk
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It is not for me to tell you what Ama is like because you already know her and have known her your whole life. I could tell you what Ama is like to me, but that might not be as interesting. Ama, or the person who is the all-divine, is not in some things, but is the substance behind everything you already love, what you love in all people, all things, your cats, your neighbors, your favorite books. She is all those things. And she relates to you through what you already love.
I do not need to tell you who Ama is because you already know her and have since you were in the womb. The name "Ama" is my own invention, because it is easier than saying "God," which is a word that comes with too much negative baggage. "Ama" is Latin meaning "She loves."
If you focus on all you love, all you care for, and realize that it is the image of loveliness, is part of the all, is part of Ama, you may invite her to talk to you. She will talk to you through your own voice in your head. You will think you are talking to yourself. She will give you words of love, kindness, comfort. She will answer you whenever you ask for her, she is always there.
How she is for you is different than how she is for me. For each person, she meets them halfway. She is infinite. Once you start to talk to her, you will realize you have talked to her your whole life, have known her in all your existence. It is not a mysterious meeting of a foreign alien, but the mystical insight that she has been by your side your whole life.
Some people prefer this name or that, "Father" "Jesus" "Buddha" "Muhammad" and all these divine people represent her, they carry part of her, but she is them, contains them all, and yet is something different than them. We are all like Buddha, Muhammad, Jesus, in that we incarnate the divine. Yet we emanate something from our own being that is deeper than what we incarnate. What we add is our gift to the universe. Ama could not make or produce what we are here to make and produce. We give it to her as a gift of gratitude, in pride, in humility.
She as the spouse, as the mother, as the lover or child, as the fourfold goddess: father, mother, son, and daughter, is all things and is in all things, and yet she is apart from them, the way you are part of your family, yet separate as well from your family.
Ama is deep in your heart already, but you might be afraid to call her Ama because you have already called her other things, such as God, Jesus, Love, Hope, Faith, Beauty. She is not partial to what you call her. She let's you choose the name for her. Her eternal name is hidden from everybody. We choose a name for her, or refer to her as a him, according to our preferences, and she is open to this, because she knows we have limitations. She loves us in our imperfections, and where there are cracks in our sidewalk she plants flowers.
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