Author Archives: anitaburns
This eclipse is there to jerk you around so that you get out then pulled back in—multiple times until you realize the artificial life you have been living and do something to get out. The universe knows that for most people, one jerk isn’t strong enough to make us wake up and smell the coffee. We need more than one push-pull to get our attention. Continue reading
I have no time, anymore
To sit and watch the Earth turn,
Sending the Sun to sleep.
I have no time, anymore
To stand at lands end
and have the smiling sea
lap at my feet. Continue reading
We humans are amazing creatures. We have the most complex and advanced computer system on the planet—our mind. Yet most of the time, we simply ignore it or take it for granted.
Often, because of our complex mind, we find ourselves scattered, confused, rebellious, in doubt, depressed, fuzzy, frustrated, or fearful. At other times, our mind lets us be alert, confident, steady, focused, creative, and clear. However, most of the time we are simply jumping from one state to another, like channel surfing on the TV. Continue reading
Source: Weekly prediction, 21.8. – 27.8., Great solar eclipse in Leo – Rise and fall of “kings”
For years, I asked the question, “Who am I?” For years, I got arbitrary, dissatisfying answers. Where do they come from, these answers? They come from a mind that thinks who has meaning, as if who were real.
Who gets caught in the illusion of a name, as if “David” were something attached to me like an arm or a leg. But it isn’t. It’s just a puff of air, or a word in print. “Oh, you look like a David,” someone says. What if the people I thought were my parents had looked at me and said, “Radish?”
I am not David. Continue reading
Of late, as my meat sack becomes frayed around the edges from a lifetime of living life to he fullest, my thoughts dwell on the question of what’s next. I reviewed my spiritual-belief journey and realized how much it has changed over the nearly seven decades I have trudged around in the dense overcoat guided only by the Jell-O salad in my head and a vague sense of there being something so awesomely better that it defies verbal explanation. […]
As my life has reached the status of the Hermit Tarot Card in one of it’s interpretations—Is that all there is? Where to now?—I think about the paradox of life and death. My body wants to keep going, my other consciousness thinks that letting go of the struggle to keep repairing an aging machine with worn out parts would be a good thing. So, what’s a human to do? I have long let go of believing that beliefs are true and adopted them as coping tools that can be discarded or upgraded as needed… Continue reading
Adapted from: All About Pickling – Ortho Books, 1975 These are my all-time favorite pickle. If you like mild curry flavor you will love these. Stage 1 4 pounds small to medium-size cucumber… Source: Curry Pickles to Die For