I learned about trance in relation to meditation before I heard of trance music; and I had a friend who told me he liked trance music when I asked what kind of music he liked. That was a few years ago and I never knew what it was exactly until now. I of course don't go overboard with things, and I won't with this... listening to a few different songs will suffice for me and it's just one new part of my music tastes, which include everything from Vivaldi's Juditha Triumphans to Bob Marley. Anyhow, ...
[url]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SNXM4Sq-GIA&feature=rec-HM-fresh+div[/url] "Entering the heart means remaining without distractions. The heart is the only reality. The mind is only a transient phase. To remain as oneself is to enter the heart. Self-surrender is the same as self-knowledge, and either of them implies self-control. Surender can take effect only when it is done with full knowledge as to what real surrender means. Such knowledge comes after enquiry and reflection, ...
The land of the dying without always has prospectors on it, checking you out as you get on the bus, wishing and hoping, left thrown up by the dust of your passing- the moment for mindcrimes is blessed. Let it only come to this: a full stop, with no comma. Forever without end, the land of the dying without is.
Updated 03-25-2009 at 07:52 PM by Silas Thorne
I feel like raving right now. No particular reason, just it hasn't been a very good afternoon. My topic of piss-me-off-ness: people. Nobody in particular, just everybody. I wish I had a dollar for every time I called someone, knowing they wouldn't answer and knowing they wouldn't call me back. So, counting everyone I know, not people I'm related to (which is quite a lot, believe it or not) I have one friend that will return my phonecalls. Out of however hundreds of people I know. Maybe it ...
This is a poem i wrote recently. Its a bit on the rough side and needs a bit of work... Be Not Caged Dear Heart Be not caged dear heart, be free To love once more. Break down the chains That have long contained you. Can't you see The Passion that comes to soothe, to heal the pains Caused by a love whose love was Nothing but sorrow, nothing but hate. Be free dear heart, beat once more in tune with loves sweet song ...
Updated 03-25-2009 at 08:45 PM by Niamh (bloody spelling!)