Singing, Dancing, Laughing

copyright2011, Danise Codekas

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.- William
Shakespeare, Sonnet CXV1

 

Woke up at 6:15 and began reading and brewing coffee. Turned into one of those days where looking for a piece of paper, turns into a major cleanup of a previously solitary section of the bookshelf that had not been touched since 2009. Why are all those airline reservation sheets still holding space, along with some old utility bills and website passwords, whose sites have never again been clicked upon.

I did add 20.00 to my Good2Go pass for the Tacoma-Narrows Bridge tolls, so it was a productive morning, for this lazy, rainy, summer day. Solar eclipse on Friday, so I expect somewhere on the planet there will be shakes and rumbles.

The energy will effect our brains, and shed light on confusing, immobile situations on our lives. You might want to burrow in Thursday and Friday, so that whatever the universe is trying to lead you to, through illumination, on your hidden desires and needs, gets to you, without unbalancing your hard-headed nature. 

Continuing down whatever path of destruction, you are walking on, pretending not to know, where you  should be heading, will be stopped suddenly by the great cosmic energies, balancing out the earth, with you on it.

4th of July parties abound, however, if you have noticed, parties are not the same anymore, since you began to realize happiness is something different than what you once believed, when you were 22 or 33 or 77.

As you drop your load of bullshit, which was used to seduce, inveigle, and charm strangers and lovers, the realization that you are still seeking that which will bring you happiness, begins to incite you to be real and let it all hang out. It being, your true nature and profound words and songs.

Why aren’t you happy? Maybe you are afraid that you cannot have what you want. That man or woman you once saw in a crowd, you thought about for a long time, lives too far away; has their own life and you are afraid to bump into it; or, you truly believe you would make a mistake about someone who could be perfect for you.

It applies to all the dams of existence in your life that you are desperately trying to keep from collapsing by putting your finger to hold it up, rather than your heart and truth. I even feel like I am full of crap, sometimes, and then I realize it arises out of a fear to engage and pursue something my heart desires. We all experience this paradigm.

Only now, in this time of change, we are being thrown out of our beds in the morning, by a cosmic scream to get real with ourselves, get into our true lives by releasing the false in our lives.

End the pain of false relationships, unfulfilling creative endeavors, homes, or locations on earth, which do not support your need for a healthy existence, and the belief, that if you cause pain to someone, because you know the two of you have finished your karmic dance, and you depart, that you will be admonished, and cursed, by that person, or those that know you.

WHEN, it is time to leave, a wise person realizes it is  the best course of action. It is not my, nor your, responsibility to be the singular source of happiness, for anyone on this planet.

It is up to you and me, individually, to be happy through our own free-will choices. Only then, can two souls join, in wholeness, to enjoy the gifts and efforts, of their lives.

God help anyone, who believes that carrying guilt, and accepting humiliation, cast upon them, by those, who fail to see their soul’s wisdom followed. If you heard your soul scream, “hey, you, this relationship is over. Go!”, Please do not wander the planet thinking you are screwed, and return to the one you left, if it gets too lonely or harsh out there. The Cosmos is just cleaning you up and polishing your heart up.

Relationship patterns are being re-run quickly, in our lives now, and completing old, karmic relationships, help you to understand, that you cannot go back, again, to her/him/it,  because you have graduated karmically. Your lesson; your karma.

Go back, and you both will click that rewind button, on your psychological disabilities, and have to muck through, again, with her/him/it for a few months, years or lifetimes. Let it go. It is done.

Pain, guilt, unfulfilled expectations, that both of you keep sharing with one another, bury you both, until you finally succumb to your need to support one another’s dysfunctional habits. You could marry someone, simply because you are accustomed to their pain, and how you both inflict it upon one another.

You will marry, or live together, because you were afraid that someone else would be no better. What a useless, wasted life, even though it is your choice and lesson.

Two people with half-hearts, and addictions to one another’s pains, always look for happiness, elsewhere, by cheating, lying, stealing one another’s life energies, or by burying themselves in materialistic wanderings around the planet.

I guess, you, paragons of unhappiness, are serving humanity, by showing me that I never again want to be with someone, who is with me, because he is uncourageous, and cannot walk away, without guilt.

I was usually the one, who left a relationship, because the men were not able to admit they were not happy, or the both of us were too frightened to admit, our time was over. Being with a brave man, who has the guts to leave, no matter how hard I may cling, will bring balance to us quicker, than staying together, out of loneliness, guilt or habit.

There is something that is trying to come out of my brain and heart today, on this topic, and I am probably explaining it, in a convoluted way.

My apologies.

There are too many couples clinging to one another, even though they are unhappy, unfulfilled, killing one another’s creativity, drowning each other in unrealistic expectations, financial security demands, or just plain possessiveness, and they do not want anyone to have the object of their desire, ever.

Passive-Aggressive, Dysfunctional Caregivers who are draining the life-blood from their partners, and calling it LOVE. A woman I know has lured her wealthy boyfriend back to her 3 times, over the past 8 years. She sucks his blood, and as he tries to build his life, then she lifts her mask, he sees her true self, then, he breaks off with her, again. I think I will use the Sanskrit phrase: too much fire. They burn together and never fall to earth, to help new plants grow. Too much fire always smothers new life.

She plays at being his friend, for a year or two. Then, like the prow, of a destroyed sail boat, she floats back to his beach, and offers him solace, on what is left of her bulkhead.

She mimics him, to seduce him, again, and pretty soon, his soul starts sighing, for happiness and wholeness, because she burns faster than he. Then, the games begin, since she is not getting what he cannot give, as he does not love her. He is simply addicted to her seductive dance, and when he begins to hear the tunes in his head, rather than her sirens songs, he leaves again.

I guess Odysseus was lucky to escape the Sirens’ song, wasn’t he?

"Their song, though irresistibly sweet, was no less sad than sweet, and lapped both body and soul in a fatal lethargy, the forerunner of death and corruption."-W.C. Perry

You get the idea.

Hope they can both be happy, apart, and wholesome soon. I guess their patterns bother me because I hope none of my old one’s, from the past, if a man brightens my life again.

I think my writing, especially the work on my books, brings to the surface of consciousness, the subtle, psychological nuances between humans that I am noticing now. Or, maybe I just need to go to a Rock Concert. That must be it.

If you have a Box Seat available, in the VIP section, for the MUSE, August 7 concert, in Mountain View, CA., please send ticket, RT plane fare from Seattle, ASAP! of course, my life is guided by unexplained occurrences, wonderful serendipities, and the belief I was sent here to be happy. This woman needs some singing, dancing and laughing!

(DC, POB 594, Gig Harbor, WA. 98335)

 

 

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