Transient

Drifters, nomads, and even the state of impermanence: this week, share your photos of transient.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Impermanence

Impermanence, also called Anicca or Anitya,^[1] is one of the essential doctrines and a part of three marks of existence in Buddhism.^[2]^[3]^[4] The doctrine asserts that all of conditioned existence, without exception, is “transient, evanescent, inconstant”.^[2]All temporal things, whether material or mental, are compounded objects in a continuous change of condition, subject to decline and destruction.

1 John 2:17

The world is passing away, and also its lusts; but the one who does the will of God lives forever.

Isaiah 40:8

The grass withers, the flower fades, But the word of our God stands forever.

2 Corinthians 4:18

New American Standard Bible

while we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen; for the things which are seen are temporal, but the things which are not seen are eternal.

King James Version

While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.

Gratitude and Thankfulness

On April 11, 2017 By dancingpalmtreesIn Buddha, Buddhism, Buddhist, Egypt, Islam, Muslim, Reviv, Shinnyo-en Buddhism, Stephen, Stephen as a Mighty Autism Warrior!!!, Stephen as Autism Warrior!!, Stephen Vincent Palmer, The Daily Press, Uncategorized2 Comments

I’m so Grateful and Thankful for the Following:

Spring has finally come to New York City this week. The temps are hovering from the upper 60s to the upper 70 degree range.

My itchy scratchy skin rash is gone!! Hallelujah!!

My brother Stephen’s eye infection healed and he went back to program last Monday.

Always Thankful for my brother Stephen who is the Most Awesome Amazing Autism Guy in the World!!

My cat Sylvester.

For the Daily Press which is a Coffee Bar that opened up end of Feb/early March. They have a friendly staff and their Mint Tea is delicious as are their blueberry muffins and chocolate croissants!!

For the Friendly Staff at the Reviv Wellness clinic when I get my B 12 and CoQ10 Vitamin shots.

Both the staff at the Daily Press and Reviv Wellness Clinic always ask about my brother Stephen even though they have only met him once. Always happy to find Autism Friendly places. Of course Stephen has such a Winning Personality what’s not to Like?!! ❤

Especially Thankful and Grateful for being able to attend Palm Sunday Worship Service. Not only did I enjoy myself, I took notes and came away inspired and uplifted.

Giving Thanks to God for my Buddhist, Hindu and Muslim Sister-Friends who have stuck with me through thick and thin. God’s Love Manifests itself in all faiths and belief systems. I am grateful for these Wonderful Women and the opportunity to see God in others.

Sending my prayers and condolences to my Coptic Sisters and Brothers in Egypt who died or were injured this past Palm Sunday. Some of my co-workers are Egyptians of the Coptic faith. Keep in mind that the terrorist extremist evil-doers who committed this terrible sin DO NOT represent Islam no more than the KKK or the American Nazi Party represents Christianity.

Emotional Healing ~~ Only a PipeDream

On April 8, 2017 By dancingpalmtreesIn Buddha, Buddhism, Buddhist, Camera, Christian, Christianity, Fuji Film Camera, Heal, Healing, Jesus, Jesus Christ, King James Version Bible, Photographs, Photography, Uncategorized13 Comments

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The Daily Post

Apr 8, 2017

DAILY PROMPT

Heal

Your body can heal from bruises, bumps, cuts and breaks but your mind can never heal from emotional, physical or psychological abuse.

I am a rape survivor. I was raped when I was 19 but the abuse did not stop there. Throughout most of my adult life I have been the object of sexual harassment, domestic violence, bullying, workplace violence etc… For a long time I tried to cover up my wounds by going to church, reading my Bible, prayer, exercise, having productive hobbies such as photography, practicing Buddhist meditation, getting out into Nature, affirmations, playing Gospel, Inspirational and uplifting music, read books that are supposed to show you how you can get deliver from your thoughts, listening to progressive positive videos and podcasts, and so on. You name it I’ve tried it or am still using these strategies.

During the last 40 odd years I’ve been hospitalized repeatedly for Depression. I’ve been on all types of anti-depressants and psychosis drugs/pills to no avail. I spent two weeks on the psych ward as a prisoner at Kings County Hospital in Brooklyn, NY. One of the worst hospitals in New York. I was forced to take medication that caused panic attacks, breaks with reality, hallucinations and everything else these drugs are supposed to fix. I saw things there that scared the hell out of me and frightened me so badly that I promised myself I would never return to the hell hole again. Just thinking about that place causes nightmares.

Believe me when I say that the cure is worse than the disease.

After being released from Dante’s Inferno I began to realize that I will never escape the effects of the trauma. I will always have flashbacks, nightmares, triggers, night terrors and fears that nobody except those who’ve gone through my experience can understand. I know I will never have a loving, caring relationship with a man because too much water has passed under the bridge and I rarely trust men. My history and my experiences are my reality no matter how many times I read or watch that book/movie called The Secret.

I still do all the things I stated in the early paragraph but now as I approach my sixth decade on this earth I realize that I cannot run away from me. I was looking for a fix or a cure that does not exist. I must accept my failures, flaws, and shortcomings because no matter what I do inside my mind I will remain the same.

However all is not lost as I know when I pass from Labor to Reward I will receive my healing in Heaven and my suffering will come to an end. Finally I will find peace.

One thing that I will do when I see Jesus is ask him why I had to go through all this pain and what I did to cause it. Was there something wrong with me. That is something for which I really want an answer.

So that is my response to today’s word prompt despite the fact that I know folks won’t like my words and will say that my feelings and emotions are not true or valid but deep inside I know that my truth is my reality no matter how much I try to change it. You can’t run from yourself.

Come to the River. Wash My Soul.

On May 7, 2016 By dancingpalmtreesIn Buddha, Buddhism, Buddhist, Come to the River. Wash My Soul., Matthew 3:13, Native American, Shinnyo-en Buddhism, Uncategorized

So many ancestries run through my veins. Africa, Native American, Ireland course throughout my circulatory tributaries. All merging into one.

I take the Warm Spring healing waters from Gaia’s womb. Water. Rain. Storms. Floods. Tidal Waves. Tsunamis. Showers. Oceans. Seas. Lakes. Ponds. Water possesses the powers of creation and destruction. River and Mountain Goddess meet. Fresh moving waters provide life. Stagnant still waters harbor seeds of death. Tears of sorrow, sadness and grief. Tears of joy, happiness and relief.

We create man-made fountains in the city to satiate our thirsty souls.

We spend the first nine months of our lives in our Mother’s amniotic waters.

Our bodies are approximately composed of 70% water.

Health officials recommend drinking eight glasses of water a day to replenish what we lose through sweating, excretion and elimination.

Water in most faiths is a method of cleansing and renewal.

Jesus was baptized in the River Jordan. (Matthew 3:13)

Most Christians are baptized at some point in their lives.

In Buddhism one of the goals is to wash away the illusions and delusions of Ego.

Hindus after cremation often scatter their Loved ones ashes into the sacred River Ganges.

At the end of the song they call upon Oshun, West African Orisha of Love and the Sweet Waters from the World Goddess. The Orishas call to my ancestral soul beckoning me to the indigenous beliefs of the Mother Land. I hear their cries mixed with those of my Native American ancestors calling me to return. Return Home.

http://www.thaliatook.com/AMGG/oshun.php

Ibeyi – River

Seed

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Seed

She put her hand to the Stone……………………

She put her hand to the Stone and a million millennia of memories coursed through her soul and out from her pores.

She put her hand to every boulder and heard the rocks cry out their praise to Our Creator.

She put her hand to the magnificent Oak Tree and received the voices of streams, rivers, oceans, lakes and streams.

She put her hand inside Gaia Mother Earth and heard the calls of sacrifices, bog dwellers, cave peoples, the cries of those murdered all crying out for justice.

She extended her hands within the forest absorbed the singings of creatures past and present reverberating within her spirit. Her fingers touched the voices of cave dwellers imbuing their drawings with Life. And in the fullness of time vibrations echoed through the eons.

She put her hand upon the Rock of Ages and they extended their hands inside her inner being enveloping her with knowledge, wisdom and understanding.