Music for the Soul

Lucinda Drayton's Voice Makes Me Float In Bliss....
Lyrics of the song "One Thousand Angels"

Do you
Hear me calling you
The voice of a mother, a father and a child
Would you recognize the truth
Do you feel a love that's falling from my eyes
Take just a minute
Come and rest you by my side
Let me tell you your own story
Let me walk you through your lives
Only a second
That's all it takes to realize
There's a hundred thousand angels
By your side
Do you
Hear me talk to you
I whisper through the doorways
And pathways of your mind
Clear like the morning dew
And fresh from my journey
Cross an ocean of blue
Take just a minute
Come and rest you by my side
Let me tell you your own story
Let me walk you through your lives
Only a second
That's all it takes to realize
There's a hundred thousand angels by your side
There's a hundred thousand angels by your side

I was so in love with her voice and the lyrics of this song really touches the heart.
So soulful! I loveeee!

Intuition- Defining In My Own Words

Intuition

the touch of the Angels
the connection with another soul
the knowing of the unknown
the guiding light of the divine
the silence that speaks a thousand meaning
the Whisper That Emerges From Within

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The little Girl Who Learned to Draw......

This is a story of a girl who believed that she could create. It started at home when she drew silly images of flowers and animals on paper. And it continued in school when she was taught how to paint half of an onion and make pretty prints out of it. At home she brought it to another level.

Not satisfied with just onions, she used both her hands, dipping it into wall paint (yeah wall paint!) and pressed her hands gleefully on paper. And her handprints adorned the floor as well. She got spanked for that as well. Maybe as a child she understood better that Creativity exceeds Boundaries.

She adored the way her mommy drew. The fine strokes her m of a pencil that turned fast into many forms filled her with envy. Her mommy had a special way of adding colour to them that no one she has ever met till date could do the same. She was so proud of her mommy. She made her mommy draw her art work given in school and show it off proudly to her classmates. Everything her mommy did left an impression on the little girl's heart. Almost everything.

She stood there intrigued as she watched her mommy draw beautiful designs on the floor outside their home. Her mommy introduced those to her as 'Kolam'. In northern part of India, they call it the Rangoli.
While mommy is busy in the kitchen, she will sneak into her room and take out mommy's book filled with a wide collection of designs and browse it will quietly acquired bliss.

She ran her fingers through the pages and fall in love with each one of them. She wanted to draw just like her mom.

As she got a little older, she started experimenting with it all by herself. Not with flour but with chalks. Beginners stick to the chalk first. Her first Kolam was a lotus. The easiest she felt. She will draw more intricate ones, once she grows up, she told herself. And so she did. She won the first prize in secondary school with her best friend as her partner and beamed with pride as she showed her mommy her prize.

She desired to create more. She went on to explore other avenues of art. She was not doing well as she wanted to cause the emphasis and motivation given to academic success wasn't endowed much upon to art.

Her life got too busy for art as well. With all those stuff to be done to keep her ahead of the rat race, there wasn't time. With all those guys, dance, music and social drama to give attention to, there wasn't time. With a start of a career soon after graduation, there wasn't time. With so much time spent at the office and hanging out with friends all the time, there wasn't time.

No time to draw. No time for colour. No time to create. No time to live a little through art.

That girl WAS me.

Tribute to the One Watching Over Me.........

For a long time now, I am involved with angel readings, oracle cards and such.
They are an integral part of my spiritual voyage. I believe there are angels always around us to guide us, to protect us and to bless us. To me an angel is a beautiful moonbeam that radiates from the Divine force.
This video that a friend shared with me, sums it up very well for me. I am truly grateful that I got my guradian angel and my arch angels right here beside me. Watching over me.



Source: YouTube

The Surprise Phone Call

Just when I was grieving over the loss of a Brother,
I received a called from another.
One who touched me in his own special way.
One who brought upon a smile and brightened up my day.
Thanx Kokulan bro, for calling me from the USA.
May our bond last and shine with love all the way.

Am Enjoying....Holidaying

Readin.Bloggin.Surfin.Slackin.Jammin.
Ridin.Sleepin.Eatin.WeightGainin.

2 months of time spent self fulfilling.
No. I am not buying,
Anymore of time wasted sighing.

When everything else is failing,
There is always writing.

Words and paper combining,
At perfect timing.

Fact Or Fiction?

What Your Birth Date Reveals About You!
Birthday date : 23 ---------------------With a birthday on the 23rd of the month you are inclined to work well with people and enjoy them. You are talented and versatile, very good at presenting ideas. You may have a tendency to get itchy feet at times and need change and travel. You tend to be very progressive, imaginative and adaptable. Your mind is quick, clever and analytical. A restlessness in your nature may make you a bit impatient and easily bored with routine. You may have a tendency to shirk responsibility. Very sociable, you make friends easily and you are an excellent traveling companion.
Shakespeare, Karl Marx, Neil Armstrong, Eisenhower and Albert Einstein were born under the number 5.

Source: Facebook
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Shakespeare and Albert Einstein? Waulau.....what da hell am i still doing as ME then?

Thou shall travel through vast lands spreading the wings of poetic licence.
Like Shakepeare, live i may.
Discovering the equations behind God's creations.
The Einstein way.

One More Time........

Why?
Why do I have to face you again?
Whatever happened to our plan to ‘move on’?
I thought I did
Did you?
No?
Why didn’t you?
Leave me alone
Please
Let me be me
Wasn’t it getting better?
When we were apart from each other
You not being part of me
And me not being part of you
That was the deal wasn’t it?
I thought I silenced you with distance
And detest
But you came back
Just when I thought I am freed from you
You came back
How dare you
You got no right to,
after all that I have been through
But this time,
I won’t acknowledge you
I won’t accept you
And I totally refuse to experience,
even a tiny part of you
They say I am best when you’re not around
And life has really been good all along.
Let me be me.
No?
Why?
Why now?
If you insist,
I will resist
And if u persist,
I will insist
You won’t stop till the usual
I should have known better
You always want to win
Fine I give in
To you this time
For the last time
I will acknowledge,
I will accept
And
I will experience every part of you,
Now
But you will leave me then, won’t you?
For good
Go now
The best is yet to be
For now I can be,
What I am meant to be
Go now
For good
I should have known better
You should have known better (that)
You are not my greatest companion
A-N-G-E-R is not my greatest companion

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You Shall Be Forgiven & Forgotten

Dear Shithead with a capital S,

I am penning down my thoughts not mainly to highlight your idiosyncrasies but more to get you out of my system. Just to let go a little. I am going to flush you out of my system like I usually do with crap.

You aren’t always been my favourite but one whom I felt was good enough to be considered a friend. Despite a couple of occasional disappointments I chose to ignore it and keep smiling at you out of respect. I was wrong. I should have known the difference between a woman and a vixen. Now I do.

Few weeks back, you uttered something very mean to me. In front of many. Something that was uncalled for. Something I thought was very unlike you as you usually prided yourself over being diplomatic at all times.
If it had not been a holy place, I would have chosen to lash out back at you. I can turn myself as ugly as your natural self if I had wanted to. But I wanted to make a wise choice unlike a moron of your nature.

I causally remarked about your lack of tact and walked away.
I didn’t wish to wash dirty linen in public. Yours I mean.
So shut up when you have to. When you should.

Being 20yrs older doesn’t make up for your lack of maturity and mistakes.
I can only hope that your wisdom grows with your age.
Wisdom is something you shouldn’t compromise on. So invest more on tact tactics than on the tons of cosmetics on your face.

I am not angry with you. A little disappointed, maybe. I should have known. But I am sure I will get over it as soon as this letter is done.
I feel sad for you actually. For your insecurities, incompetency, lack of social skills and manipulative traits.

You are just a vindictive old cow whom I chose to forgive too many a time but you insist on returning to your old ways. So chew the consequences of your new found fame. You are not my enemy. But definitely not a friend either. Not anymore.

I read once in a book that that people are mean because they feel threaten. Am I making you feel intimidated in anyway? Let’s not even go there. You wouldn’t like it.
Well how can I expect you to love others when you can’t even love yourself?

The world does not need much of your senseless judgements and remarks. So use less of it unless you are getting yourself acquainted with like minded bimbos.

Less is more sometimes. I am happier with lesser of fools like you whose tongues are always wagging worse than that of a dog.
Go on. Bark louder, woman. I choose to turn a deaf ear to your mindless chatter hereafter.

I choose to forgive you though for it makes two of you if I refuse to.

I told you before. I have got another side to me. And this time you get to face the dark side. You chose what you wanted to see. So burn with it.

Haven’t I told you before? That I rather be hated for what I am than to be loved for what I am NOT!

So lick your burnt wounds and stay out of my sight. For your own good at least.

You are out. From my life. From my system.

Adios!


With Love and Forgiveness,

TheGalUWouldLoveToHate

I wouldn't mind.......

A crazy quiz on facebook today yield me these results.
"Which Shakespearean Character Would You Be?" with the result Cleopatra.You are Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt, of whom was said, "Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety: other women cloy the appetites they feed; but she makes hungry where most she satisfies." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The original Samantha (of Sex in the City), your ability to seduce lies not only in your physical beauty, but the power of your will. You have no compuctions using your sexuality to attract those in power, not only for your own pleasure, but to protect your interests. But that does not mean your aren't capable of true love. Will your desires lead to ecstacy, or ultimate doom? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shakespearean kindred spirits: Gertrude, Anne Boleyn, Cressida, Helen of Troy, Juliet, Volumnia, Othello .

I love the guts of this woman, and of course have read about her timeless beauty.
Hehehe........I wouldn't mind being CLEO for a day :0)

Living The Present Through - Spiritual Partnership Guidlines

An addition to my checklist on "How to live MY life" ......at present :)
Million thanx to Seat of the Soul Institute for these guidelines.

SPIRITUAL PARTNERSHIP GUIDELINES
Practice using these Guidelines everywhere – at home, with family, at work. And
remember to enjoy yourself!

COMMITMENT – MAKING MY SPIRITUAL GROWTH (CREATING
AUTHENTIC POWER) MY HIGHEST PRIORITY
o Focus on what I can learn about myself all the time, especially from my
reactions (such as anger, fear, jealousy, resentment, and impatience) instead of
judging or blaming others or myself.
o Notice my emotions (by feeling the physical sensations in my energy centers).
o Notice my thoughts (such as planning my reply, judging, analyzing, comparing,
day-dreaming, etc.)
o Notice my intention (such as blaming, judging, needing to be right, wanting
admiration, escaping into thoughts (intellectualizing), trying to convince, etc.)

COURAGE – STRETCHING MYSELF BEYOND THE LIMITED
PERSPECTIVES OF THE FRIGHTENED
PARTS OF MY PERSONALITY.
o Take responsibility for my feelings, experiences, and actions (no blaming).
o Practice integrity at all times (often requires action, such as speaking when
frightened parts of my personality don’t want to speak and not speaking when
they feel compelled to speak).
o Say or do what is most difficult (sharing what I notice, if appropriate, when
someone speaks or acts from a frightened part of her personality; sharing about
myself what I am frightened to say and know that I need to say.)

COMPASSION –SEEING MYSELF AND OTHERS AS SOULS WHO
SOMETIMES HAVE FRIGHTENED PARTS OF THEIR PERSONALITIES
ACTIVE.
o Change my perspective from fearful to loving (choose to see myself and others
in a loving or appreciative way).
o Release any distance I feel from anyone.
o Be present while others are speaking (not preparing replies, judging, etc.)

COMMUNICATION AND ACTION –STRIVING TO MAKE ALL MY
INTERACTIONS CONSCIOUS AND LOVING.
o Consult my intuition.
o Choose my intention before I speak or act.
o Act from the healthiest part of my personality that I can find (rather than
caretaking, fixing, teaching, judging, blaming, gossiping, etc.)
o Speak personally and specifically rather than generally and abstractly (use “I”
statements rather than “we” or “you” statements).
o Release attachment to the outcome (trust the Universe). If I find myself
attached, begin again with Commitment, Courage, Compassion.

Past- Connecting the dots....

As I look back on my past, I am now able to connect back the dots.
A lot of questions had been answered and the learning journey is one hell of a trip. Yeah! One hell of a trip. Who says it’s gonna be easily? Its simple but not easy. Its tough shit. Really. And I got a lot more miles to go. To reach where I belong. To where I should belong.

I am now able to understand a little better on why things turned out the way they did. Less self pity. More awareness. Less judgments. More understanding. Less tears. More self control.
All those anger, pain, ignorance, humiliation, misery, ego etc eroded the real beautiful me for many years.

I thought the real journey started 5 years back. But i was wrong. It had already started when I was 4. When I had my first conversation with God. It’s just that at that tender age, i didn't know the journey to self discovery has already started.

It’s only of recent that realization had hit me. That the light that guided me through this road has been there all along. Within me.
I felt the initial spark of light ignite through the Divine. In the form of my Guru.
As I look back on my past, I am now able to connect back the dots......

All ending are beginnings. We just don't know it at the time..

"All ending are beginnings. We just don't know it at the time..." - Five People You Meet In Heaven

How apt this line seems right now as i start blogging again. So many changes have taken place over the years and as i now look back, i am amazed on how much I have learned from the daily experiences of life. Form every ending, there is always a new beginning born out of it. From my past, i now experience the present and slowly shaping my future. Hopefully to something better and more beautiful. Maybe I should let you on into my Past, Present and the Future. Just a bit.....ok.

Because my heart told me to............

Well. As I was saying, it has been 3 long years since i last typed something and its not exactly by some sudden compulsion that i decided to start again today. I was reading this book for the past week and something from it rekindled my love for writing.

Its kind of weird. For the past few years i will get an idea or two out of nowhere and i will run through my mind all the stuff i want to write in my blog once i get home, but the drive dies down by the time i get home.

I guess, i need a mood for everything. Yeah almost everything.*grin*
There were times when i will be in a bike and sudden urge to pen down my thought occur and i will keep reminding myself to put it down in ink but by the time i get the chance to, i would have sadly forgotten my sudden rush of thoughts.

But today was different, this urge to get back, to write anything and everything in my mind just don't seem to go away no matter how many excuses my mind volunteers. Its not mind thats at fault. Its my heart. Its this voice that kept telling me to get back to where i belong. Right here in my blog and do something about it. I can't battle with my heart for long. Most times i give in to it. And so i did today.

Get prepared for more of my ranting and raves. And more gibberish. But this time i promise, it will be an organized mess.

A New begining to an old End..

It has been close to 3 years since i last blogged. Its time. For a new beginning to an old End.