Ideas?

[Nagual LoneWolf]

Greetings Sorexians.
As time has passed we have done many things here.We have shared our dreams and ideas.Our experiences and hopes.
I would ask any who read this to share with us YOUR dream
for this world.
All want peace but what else can we wish for?
Even if we know the way we still need a map.A starting point.
A direction.
What would you do for this world?
Remember war is always close.Last year was the meanest I've seen for awhile.
This world needs a new direction.A new spirit.
Idea's anyone?

[SingingWolf]

Dreaming peace is a good thing but peace will not heal the earth which is my primary goal. But, peace is a necessary step on the way, for countries to make environment etc a priority there must be friendship and stability and , I am afraid, a very large need.

[Guest]

I asked a guestion, and you answered me from your truth.

I believe that life is measured out between the dreams of the night, and the hopes of the day. To some, the monsters of the night are only the residue of poorly digested meals, or unresolved issues of the past. To others dreams are more real than life itself, and the sole reason for living. I do not know for certain where the mundane begins, and the dream ends. I have experience both in my short life, and I know only awe. I can not say I understand the forces of the universe, but I know there is the positive, as well as the shadow side. I have felt my heart sway under the power of both, but I have tried to live my life as a warrior. And perhaps because of this I have been tested. But so is everyone, until the end.
I come from a northern town, and the winter can be brutal. People there must find shelter, or risk dying of exposure. To be homeless is a risky life at best, but in the north it is a deadly proposition. I have stopped many nights on the street, to waken a brother, only to find he preferred the icy dreams of his sidewalk slumber. All I know is there but for the heart of a warrior go I. And believe me, I do not call my self a warrior without knowing the slender path it is between this world and the next. And how many have lived and died, and will again, to fight the fight.
I spoke of the northern town where I am from, and how hard life can be there. I have seen people disengage from life there like it was a disease. I used to think it was the weather, and then as a joke, I said it must be the water. And now, I think it is a mind-set that takes on the form of a parasite. It is cruelty for pleasure, and to me the saddest thing. I know the place of no pity, and I accept that as an inescapable rule, but there was a time, I could not accept the pettiness, the poverty of spirit that I witnessed, and it epressed me. I was not dangerously depressed, not suicidal, but I felt a sadness that wouldn't go away. It haunted me, because I believed it was like a spell had been cast over a people, and they were unable to see it hurting them. I tell you this because it was like a day-dream that wouldn't end.
I considered seeking professional help, as if this might convince me it was my own poor reflection messing up the view. And then some things happened that changed my mind, and reminded me that I lived my life the way I did for a reason. I had no way of knowing just how much my life was worth. Not in some way I could measure, but in a way that gave other people strength.
We are here together, yet we forget we belong to each other. We have the energy to carve out a stronghold, and create a place in the dream for the least among us. It is a challenge worthy of a warrior, and can only be realized in the passing moments of life. Between the dreams of the night, and the dreams of the day we can catch the spirit and create beauty. That is my dream--to never forget I have something to give this world.
One day I was walking down the street, and my head was hanging low. Out of nowhere this wild and earthy Indian woman came up to me. She was big and brown, and laughing, and she grabbed ahold of me, and wraped me in a big warm bear hug--and she said, "Never forget that you are beautiful to me. You are my BILLY JACK."
I had never met her before, and I never saw her again, She was a true warrior goddess, and she humbled me to the spiritworld. I thank her--and will never forget.

Peace

[Nagual LoneWolf]

Thanks for such a post from such a heart.
The moments that make it up life are the moments that beat
now in our bodies.We are the earth and she is our mother.
From the place of no pity we find our friendships.

[porcelaina]

Hello Sunbarbarian.
I too, am from a northern city...and know how lack of sunlight and a land full of lower self creatures...can be a struggle.
It is wonderful that you recongnize that you are being watched over and guided....there is much to appreciate and love in the universal energy flow...expressed thru nature...we are never alone...it is for us to explore the hidden treasures were never intended to be hidden, and never really were....thank you 4 your story...
p.

[Guest]

For the white goddess and the wolf:

Tonight the coyotes have come out of the hills--even with all the traffic and the people, they slide wild and smart through the trees, and around the city homes, and cross the busy streets-- and they wait for no one. Dawn is never far away, the moon always full in their amber eyes. Little dogs and cats vanish before their ancient movements--which are eternal. Like the earth which brough them here--and to whom they will return, certain of their lineage, certain of their end.
I stand at some road side, and await their return--they are my friends, my brothers, and all shapeshifters--savage--my other-worldly kin.
I raise my eyes, yet feel only the sureness of their movements, the grace of there humility as they glide through this life, hungry and watchful and perfect.
And as I watch them, amidst the traffic, and the noise--I know the trails in the hills, no matter how burdened--brought them here--and will take them back.
Peace

[SingingWolf]

Lovely.

[Nagual LoneWolf]

"Listen to the children of the night.What beautiful music they make!" Quote from Bram Stoker's Dracula.
There are many coyote tribes where I live in the Superstition Mountains.I often hear them at night.
They are pretty good size and healthy.I have noticed fewer rabbits around.
Close to the Superstition mountain is a much smaller mountain called "Wolf mountain". I, often hike this one with my dog.
Thanks for such a wonderful post Sunbarbarian. Lone Wolf

[Nagual LoneWolf]

What I like about Sunbarbarian's posts and others as well like Whiteeaglewolf is that they post from the heart.
They write what they feel. This is rare.
To be what you are before the world and say "I am but what I am".
"Teach me or fight me but you Will have to deal with me for I will not recede away".
To write thus are acts of a warrior.
As does Doctor Green and Elvana.As does mainly all who post here at Sorex.
As Three Shadows here asks that you see her dreams to the idles of Singer and her voice that sings for the warriors.
As a warrior it is music that calms my power.
I am the lone wolf. I live in the nagual.
A man. A minute in eternity. A wisp in the wind in the desert. Yet at this second I write to you and say that you should love. Love hard and deeply.
For death waits for no man or woman longer than they can recount their battles.
One day I will be gone and I ask each of you to carry the teachings of Sorex on. Create new places of power.
Above all teach others that there are other worlds.
Other places where we can perform marvels of sorcery and tales of power. Lone Wolf

[Guest]

i want everyone to see the beauty, and know what it is truely worth.

[white eagle wolf]

Thank you all and especially to Sunbarbarian for such beauftiful posts. I see these not as words on a screen, but as glowing threads of light emanating from pure hearts that know what they want. I howl to your beautiful homage to my spiritual guide. The coyote is everwatching and waiting for that perfect moment when he knows he can effect the outcome of a movement in time. This post reached me at the perfect moment.
Aho!
Coyote Cuervo

[Guest]

i'm lucky to be here, to hear words of beauty, to know others in the world share in this knowledge, in the unblinking eyes of the eagle, and the slow smile of the wolf, and the coyote who waits, with only a sly smile in his mind, and the great heart of the horse, whose steady, warm hearted run will take you into battle you may not survive.
one day we will raise up the lance again,
but for now it rest on the shoulders of the night,
and only the black obsidian blade reflects the amber eyes of the Wild Ones, who have learned to wait.
And they wait only for the night.....
for his great black mane to shake free
and for his black eyes to ignite.
and for the warrior and the warrior's horse to become one...

[HerbaMatey]

I feel like I AM basking in a warriors paradise.
Here lies and delusion are eliminated mercilessly and there is an eternal celebration for the beauty of truth.

[Nagual LoneWolf]

" for the warrior and the warrior's horse to become one...
"
That is quite beautiful Sunbarbarian. I feel the same as Herba in this.

[dreamster]

Years ago,
I was lamenting to my teacher
about the selfishness and ignorance
in our world.
He smiled at me and said
"There's really only one problem
in this world.
The problem is you" he said.
"Everything else is perfect
and it's all waiting for you
to realize it".
dreamster

[Guest]

the problem is not things, the problem is the way in which people percive things.

[Nagual LoneWolf]

True...and we percieve mainly blind. Step out of yourself and see what you see. What was placed by you. Why did you put that there?
Why does the world seem to be a mirror? Lone Wolf

[Guest]