#awaken

I slept with faith and found a corpse in my arms on awakening; I drank and danced all night with doubt and found her a virgin in the morning. ↗

— Aleister Crowley

#arms #awakening #corpse #danced #doubt

America faces a new race that has awakened. ↗

— E. Franklin Frazier

#awakened #faces #new #race

We are, as a culture and as a specias, in the midst of a great awakening, remembering that there is a nature of things, an inherent, Divine design. The more aware of and in alignment with that design we can become, the more we will experience the deep desires of our hearts and souls, and perhaps, together, we can truly create a world that works for everyone. ↗

— Jeffrey R. Anderson

#culture #divine-design #great-awakening #hearts-and-souls #species

There was no closing my eyes and sliding back into that blissful dream of normal. This was my normal now. ↗

— Kelley Armstrong

#dramatic #kelley-armstrong #the-awakening #dreams

Any time you are with anyone or think of anyone you must say to yourself: I am dying and this person too is dying, attempting the while to experience the truth of the words you are saying. If every one of you agrees to practice this, bitterness will die out, harmony will arise. ↗

— Anthony de Mello

#bitterness #dying #harmony #spirituality #truth

My imagination lives and breathes between the pages" – Jaime Guerard, author of The Awaken Series ↗

— Jaime Guerard

#jaime-guerard #quotes #imagination

As soon as you look at the world through an ideology you are finished. No reality fits an ideology. Life is beyond that. … That is why people are always searching for a meaning to life… Meaning is only found when you go beyond meaning. Life only makes sense when you perceive it as mystery and it makes no sense to the conceptualizing mind. ↗

— Anthony de Mello

#ideology #meaning-of-life #spirituality #life

And then, some morning in the second week, the mind wakes, comes to life again. Not in a city sense—no—but beach-wise. It begins to drift, to play, to turn over in gentle careless rolls like those lazy waves on the beach. One never knows what chance treasures these easy unconscious rollers may toss up, on the smooth white sand of the conscious mind; what perfectly rounded stone, what rare shell from the ocean floor. Perhaps a channeled whelk, a moon shell, or even an argonaut. ↗

— Anne Morrow Lindbergh

#beach #chance #shells #waking-life #life

Be formless. As long as your "I" is asserted, it will be an idol of worship ↗

— AainaA-Ridtz

#consciousness #life #love #spirituality #worship

You make me thirsty, Promethea, my river, you make me eternally thirsty, my water. As if I had spent my life in an old house of dried mud, so dry myself that I could not even thirst, until yesterday. And suddenly yesterday, the dusty floor of my old house burst open and while I was still dozing away my parched existence, drop by drop I heard the music of coolness awaken the thirst under my dry soul. And leaning over the dark shaft of my life, I saw my childhood springs unearthed. Is that always how (by accident) we rediscover Magdalenian riches? ↗

— Hélène Cixous

#childhood #longing #soul #source #thirst