Phoenix48's blog: "Cre8ive Juicez "

THIS BLOG, WORDS OF WISDOM, IS A COLLECTION OF KNOWLEDGE OR AFFIRMATIONS THAT MAY HAVE BEEN DROPPED TO ME BY INDIVIDUALS THROUGHOUT MY JOURNEY. i WOULD LIKE TO SHARE WITH YOU THE ONES THAT HAVE MEANING AND SUBSYANCE TO ME. PEACE LOVE N LIGHT~

As a Light worker rises in frequency levels, there is a natural falling away of these things and for those who aspire to transform, one must walk an imminent path to the Sacred Oracle of Ifa. ~by Tata Chaz

Learning, to attain knowledge, to be wise, is a necessity for every truly noble soul ; to teach, and to communicate that knowledge.

Since we are male and female scientist, we need to think, behave and exist as such. We went from the pyramids to the projects. So let's raise our frequency, unlock our DNA and wake up mentally, physically and spiritually to who we really are.

As the Shakti awakens so does the priestess, the healer, the empowerer and the goddess of love within.A woman's sexual awakening can propel her on a spiritual path. Men may practice celibacy and achieve spiritual enlightenment, but according to the Tantric texts women's enlightenment is facilitated by the electric charge of her orgasmic nature.~ Nichol Haley

We human beings, almost alone among species, have solved the problem of maintaining negative tension by being our own worst enemies. We can never completely overcome "human nature" in ourselves or others, so the game goes on. It is plain that we are getting a reward from all the ghastly facts of life we complain of: that's what sells newspapers. ~Tata Chaz

Air is one of the light elements. This means that it is not necessarily involved with anything physically present, and, as it happens, air prefers it that way. This element is distant, thoughtful, reflective.

This is the element of the mind, of rationality, of pure logic. It keeps its distance from things so as to consider them better; this gives it a unique sense of perspective. On the other hand, air is often an outsider. It is generally not involved in what happens, it is merely an observer. Occasionally, it will get engaged in a purely intellectual sense, without the deep emotional or physical commitment that personalities of other types look for. After a time, air will sort of drift off, having completed its prime Ñ mental Ñ responsibilities.

Additionally, air cannot be confronted directly. This is like trying to attack the wind Ñ it does not work. Air will either have a range of perfectly logical defenses against a direct confrontation, or it will simply back off, using its perspective as a guide, and come in from a different, and often unexpected angle.

This is probably the most versatile of elements, because it sees the full expanse of options. Its limits, though, mean that most of what it sees it will set aside, because there are other, more reasonable, and more efficient ways for things to be done. An added difficulty comes when air must make decisions, for it will often choose the most logical or efficent answer, often without regard to the other consequences. It is frequently seen as cold and calculating, because often it will cut its losses and go for the easiest and most obviously effective solution.

The anger of an air is something that is very subtly dangerous. As opposed to other sorts of anger, air remains completely and utterly calm. That same dispassion and perspective serves an air well as a perfect general in whatever battle the person chooses to pursue; lines of attack and defense are something beyond obvious, they are instinctual.

Air is also patient, in a strange way. It will not wait out a project that needs time to finish. Instead, it will go on to any of another of other things that need to be done, returning to the original activity to check on it until it is finished. Rather than enduring dedication to a particular goal, air has any of a number of things that it could be doing at any moment.

The detachment that is the greatest strength of the air is, however, its greatest weakness. Without a certain amount of balance, people who have air as a major portion of their personalities can become completely detached and dispassionate, and alienate themselves from their friends. A solitary outlook can become reclusive, and a healthy sense of distance can become an uncrossable chasm, without mediation.

On a quest to find that Gud Love…….

A Slow meaningful love that comes from reaching down into a person’s very soul, touching that soul, as no one has done before

Feelings of fire that start in the bottom and begin to overcome my entire body as we embrace

Looking deep into one another’s eyes and losing track of all time and reality

Kisses so deep that it brings forth a feeling of serenity, peace, and ecstasy

Living only for that moment and becoming one

One in mind, one in spirit, and one in body

Wrote this while thinking about what I was looking for in love. It is written~

When I look in the mirror, I see something, something that is missing. Then I remember the man I dream of kissing. His lips smooth like silk, tasting of honey and milk. A kiss that awakens my soul. An energy that moves my spirit. His touch has the feel of satin on bare skin, which brings forth a flame from deep within. A flame that evolved into an eternal fire that only grows larger and larger with our sexual desire. His warm breath on my skin tells me to completely accept him within. My legs open giving him permission to slide in between them. Feeling my wetness, he slowly and steadily enters my tunnel. Dark, wet, and tight he penetrates me sending my body into a shiver from head to toe. I opened myself up so that he could go deeper. Making music with our bodies, becoming one with this man, knowing that he is worth keeping. This is my man for eternity. Together creating an infinite love that is timeless.

I DID NOT WRITE THIS, GOT THIS FROM SOMEONE ELSE WHO FOUND IT FOR ME AFTER I BEGAN TO SPREAD MY WINGS AND FLY. BEING ABLE TO SEE AND HEAR AND USE ALL OF MY SENSES FULLY, I AM THANKFUL THAT I AM NO LONGER AMONGST THE WALKING DEAD. SETTING IGNORANCE ASIDE, I OPENED MY EYE AND BEGAN TO SEE REALITY BEYOND THE MATRIX, BEYOND THE ILLUSION THAT WAS SET BEFORE US.

There is a bird that lays no eggs and has no young. It was here when the world began and is still living today, in a hidden, faraway desert spot. It is the phoenix, the bird of fire.

One day in the beginning times, the sun looked down and saw a large bird with shimmering feathers. They were red and gold--bright and dazzling like the sun itself. The sun called out, "Glorious Phoenix, you shall be my bird and live forever!" Live forever!

The Phoenix was overjoyed to hear these words. It lifted its head and sang, "Sun glorious sun, I shall sing my songs for you alone!"

But the Phoenix was not happy for long. Poor bird. Its feathers were far too beautiful. Men, women, and children were always casing it and trying to trap it. They wanted to have some of those beautiful, shiny feathers for themselves.

"I cannot live here," thought the phoenix. and it flew off toward the east, where the sun rises in the morning.

The Phoenix flew for a long time, and then came to a far away, hidden desert where no humans lived. And there the phoenix remained in peace, flying freely and singing its songs of praise to the sun above.

Almost five hundred years passed. The Phoenix was still alive, but it had grown old. It was often tired, and it had lost much of its strength. It couldn't soar so high in the sky, nor fly as fast or as far as it was young.

"I don't want to live like this," thought the Phoenix. "I want to be young and strong."

So the Phoenix lifted it's head and sang, "Sun, glorious sun, make me young and strong again!" but the sun didn't answer. Day after day the Phoenix sang. When the sun still didn't answer, the Phoenix decided to return to the place where it had lived in the beginning and ask the sun one more time.

It flew across the desert, over hills, green valleys, and high mountains. The journey was long, and because the Phoenix was old and weak, it had to rest along the way. Now, the Phoenix has a keen sense of smell and is particularly fond of herbs and spices. So each time it landed, it collected pieces of cinnamon bark and all kinds of fragrant leaves. It tucked some in among its feathers and carried the rest in its claws.

When at last the bird came to the place that had once been its home, it landed on a tall palm tree growing high on a mountainside. Right at the top of the tree, the Phoenix built a nest with the cinnamon bark and lined it with the fragrant leaves. Then the Phoenix flew off and collected some sharp-scented gum called myrrh, which it had seen oozing out of a nearby tree. The Phoenix made an egg from the myrrh and carried the egg back to the nest.

Now everything was ready. The Phoenix sat down in its nest, lifted its head, and sang, "Sun, glorious sun, make me young and strong again!"

This time the sun heard the song. Swiftly it chased the clouds from the sky and stilled the winds and shone down on the mountainside with all its power.

The animals, the snakes, the lizards, and every other bird hid from the sun's fierce rays -- in caves and holes, under shady rocks and trees. Only the Phoenix sat upon its nest and let the suns rays beat down upon it beautiful, shiny feathers.

Suddenly there was a flash of light, flames leaped out of the nest, and the Phoenix became a big round blaze of fire

After a while the flames died down. The tree was not burnt, nor was the nest. But the Phoenix was gone. In the nest was a heap of silvery-gray ash.

The ash began to tremble and slowly heave itself upward. From under the ash there rose up a young Phoenix. It was small and looked sort of crumpled, but it stretched its neck and lifted its wings and flapped them. Moment by moment it grew, until it was the same size as the old Phoenix. It looked around, found the egg made of myrrh, and hollowed it out. Then it placed the ashes inside and finally closed up the egg. The young Phoenix lifted its head and sang, "Sun, glorious sun, I shall sing my songs for you alone! Forever and ever!"

When the song ended, the wind began to blow, the clouds came scudding across the sky, and the other living creatures crept out of their hiding places.

Then the Phoenix, with the egg in its claws, flew up and away. At the same time, a cloud of birds of all shapes and sizes rose up from the earth and flew behind the Phoenix, singing together, "You are the greatest of birds! You are our king!"

The birds flew with the Phoenix to the temple of the sun that the Egyptians had built at Heliopolis, city of the sun. Then the Phoenix placed the egg with the ashes inside on the sun's altar.

"Now," said the Phoenix, "I must fly on alone." And while the other birds watched, it flew off toward the faraway desert.

The Phoenix lives there still. But every five hundred years, when it begins to feel weak and old, it flies west to the same mountain. There it builds a fragrant nest on top of a palm tree, and there the sun once again burns it to ashes. But each time, the Phoenix rises up from those ashes, fresh and new and young again.