La Mer.
I am experiencing a sensation of being under water on dry land. It is similar to a period after the crash of the MH 370 in 2014 when it felt as if we had crashed into the ocean. This is a slightly different sensation. It feels calmer – or possibly Karma – as if I am now on the ocean floor. It maybe ‘As Above’ amniotic fluid. How I see things is that the Self left the physical 3D reality at the time of MH 370 and we have been in a Bardo spiral since then and at some point the Mind will accept it is over.
Cellular Memory.
At the time of MH 370 I was In Love and wrote my ‘Drowning In The Sea Of Love’ poem. In reality I don’t think it is possible to be Out of Love. In hindsight I’m not sure about ‘Feeling No Fear’.
Drowning In The Sea Of Love
I am drowning in the Sea of Love
And I don’t mind
I am drowning in the Sea of Love
But I feel no fear.
The waves crash down upon my soul
And dare me to sink or swim
So I sink
Into the Deep.
The ocean asks ‘ Do You Love Me ‘ ?
And in reply I scream Yes.
The ocean asks ‘ Will You Love Me Forever ‘ ?
And I say ‘ I do ‘.
I am drowning in the Sea of Love
And I don’t mind
I am drowning in the Sea of Love
But I feel no fear.
I gasp for breath but there is no air
And my body says you will die.
But my soul says No
This is Life.
The whirlpool takes me further down
Into the still silence where there is no noise
Save from the voice
That says I Love You.
I am drowning in the Sea of Love
And I don’t mind
I am drowning in the Sea of Love
But I feel no fear.
I stare into the green eyes of the Sea
And all I see is beauty.
Her eyes twinkle ‘ Resist me if you can ‘
But I do not struggle.
I am caught in her currents
As her body dances with mine
And pulls me down
To the ocean floor.
I am drowning in the Sea of Love
And I don’t mind
I am drowning in the Sea of Love
But I feel no fear.
At the bottom of the Sea
My body lies lifeless
But my heart pulsates with joy
In her arms.
I am forever in the embrace of the Sea of Love.
And as her waves caress my soul
I whisper in response
I Love You.
I am drowning in the Sea of Love
And I don’t mind
I am drowning in the Sea of Love
But I feel no fear.
Frank Tremayne
The Path.
Paths within paths within paths.
The poem ‘The Path’ by Hans Stolp has spoken to me for a few years. I didn’t realise how many paths there would be.
The Path
There are many paths in life
but of all these paths
There is one that you must travel.
That path and that one alone is for you.
And whether you want to or not
You must travel that path.
So the choice is not the path because it chose you.
The choice is how you travel that path.
With unwillingness for the pitfalls and stones
With resistance because the sun is barely able to reach
a path that cuts through ravines.
Or with the will be gentler and
wiser at the end of that path
than you were at the beginning.
The path chose you. will you choose it too ?
Hans Stolp
Something New.
Mare n.2
“broad, dark area of the moon,” 1765, from Latin mare “sea” (from PIE root *mori- “body of water”). Applied to lunar features by Galileo and used thus in 17c. works written in Modern Latin. They originally were thought to be actual seas.
https://www.etymonline.com/word/mare#etymonline_v_9603
I was cometing on Merovee about the correct spelling of the Welsh name ‘Mair’ (was it Mair or Mare) when the news was posted that Flight MH17, was shot down over Ukraine. That was a couple of months after MH370 disappeared in 2014…
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malaysia_Airlines_Flight_17#
I was thinking about exactly that earlier this week when ‘mare’ and the Sea of Tranquility cropped up. As I was reading your post, Frank, I thought you were going to say Fight MH17.
Roob
Mer wordplay. I noticed MER = REM in the mirror.
The run up to MH370 crash and what went on at the time was extraordinary and I’m sure MH370 and MH17 are connected in a way the human mind probably can’t understand. Down my neural pathway I see MH as Mega Hearts/Hurts/Hertz and Malaysia = Maya.
Latest mad thought of the day.
See ‘The Man in the High Castle’.
MLK was actually President of the United States when he made the speech.
Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away.