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As Little Pain: Balancing Joy, Growth, and Friendship

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Our goal is to cause as little pain and as much pleasure as we can. This is because we are not in this solely for ourselves, we have one another to consider as well.

This is not that either of us are towers of virtue or because either of us are selfless. It’s simply because we care for one another. We want each to see the other as pleasing and a comfort to be around.

A ring of fire is surrounding you and I and that fiery ring is called living life. One foot in and one foot out because life burns. So, softening life bruises is our joint purpose, especially when it comes to our interactions with each other.

A little pain is good because that is a learning and growing experience. Yet, undo pain is inappropriate and unacceptable given our joint purposes for one another. Which is living our lives in friendship and love.

Too much pleasure is not good as well, because too much pleasure can become exhausting and mundane. Just the right touch is what you and I strive for in our personal relationship and with others.

We strive for as little pain as possible in our relationship. We also strive for even more joy in our lives. This we both can achieve as we have the inner tools to make that happen. And this will happen regardless of the momentary ups and downs we experience because we both want it.

Our intent is for a common purpose that will elevate and enhance both of us. We want to add a delightful fragrance to our relationship. We aim to gain more maturity about ourselves and the worlds which we inhabit. We are always looking ahead. We only look backwards when there is a lesson to learn from doing so.

Our goal is to enjoy one another, joy our lives, and to live. What else can we do and should do in the fleeting moments the universe is giving us?

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I can See the Love

Recent Posts / Herbert Hilliard

I see the love in his eyes. I feel it when he holds me close. At times, I wonder if I’m daydreaming—but I know I’m not. His love is too real, too personal, too near.

His love flows into me, becoming part of who I am. No dream is ever this vivid, this whole. Our energies merge until we are one—two souls, one mind, one force of love.

I can’t be dreaming. Dreams fade, but this love is alive. The sensations are too sharp, too powerful. No dream radiates such energy. It is an energy felt even without touch. This energy builds a fortress of love strong enough to awaken anyone from sleep.

There are no words, no notes, no flowers, no ribbons that express this. Love is seen; love is felt. It brushes my eyelashes, fills my lungs, and speaks mind to mind—beyond thought, beyond reason.

Still, I sometimes fear I’ll wake to find it was only a dream. But it isn’t. He is real, and so are our moments together. His love shines through him, into me. No illusion, no wish, no charm can create this warmth, this joy, this truth.

So, I let go of needless questions. I embrace the splendor before me. I see his love in his eyes. I feel it in his arms. And that is enough.

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Broken Sparrow

Recent Posts / Herbert Hilliard

Broken Sparrow: Perched high at the edge of a cliff is a broken sparrow. The sparrow is broken in the sense that its spirit is disturbed. Air flows from its life experiences disturb it. These flows restrict its ability to soar. It can’t fly in the wind as it is meant to.

The sparrow watches longingly at the vastness of its surroundings. It knows that the only limits to it are those it places on itself. Limits that hinder its movements and restrain a deeper understanding of itself.

With a song the sparrow chips, squeals, and whistles {see songs that sparrow makes), in distress of its self-imposed restraints. Self-imposed restraints are products of the sparrow’s learning and life experiences. Life experiences that the sparrow made for itself.

Then seemingly out of context of the sparrow’s current feelings of despair, the sparrow makes soft, contented warbles and chirps. These soft warbles and chirps are a sign that the sparrow feel compressed but is not defeated.

The air is life-sustaining. The ground and the water supply rest and food. The currents of winds are portals for mobility. And its wings, though battered, are suitable for flight. Wings of the sparrow that are suitable for flight with the right state of mind. The sparrow’s mindset ensures stability. It refuses to let a transient attitude alter its inherent disposition.

A pebble becomes dislodged above the sparrow and nearly smacks the sparrow’s head as it falls from the cliff. Instinctively the sparrow slightly moves its head out of the path of the pebble’s impending impact to its head.

For safety reasons, the sparrow did not watch the pebble. It is perched at the edge of a high cliff. The pebble continued its fall to the ground. The sparrow heard its impact. The sparrow contemplates the event thoughtfully. It realizes that an instant is all it takes for everything to change.

The sparrow looks out into the distance and flutters its wings. Dust is produced when the sparrow flutters its wings. With effort and persistence, it can gradually wear away this cliff and the mountain that supports it the sparrow thinks.

The insistent sounds of chips, squeals, and whistles showing distress are now gone. They are replaced by a chorus of soft warbles and chirps. These new sounds show a renewed confidence in the sparrow’s ability to improve its situation. Improve its circumstances for the better, taking hits as they come while delivering its blows.

With a leap, the sparrow frees itself from the edge of the cliff. A wind flowing into all possibilities catches the sparrow, and it soars.

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The Search

Recent Posts / Herbert Hilliard

The Search. Driven by an insatiable curiosity, the seeker sets out on an amazing quest to find the elusive magic wand. For years, the seeker’s imagination reached great heights of expectation, only to be let down by how reality turned out. The seeker was certain there must be a point where reality and imagination meet. This point creates a fresh expression and an amazing cognitive experience. The decision to search is thus made.

One rainy day marked the start of the seekers’ quest for the legendary magic wand. For a few seconds, torrential rain falls, but it soon stops. For hours, this pattern consisted of intense rain, followed by periods of no rain. This weather served as the catalyst for the seekers’ quest. The quest aimed to realize the persistent fantasy that haunted him. Each self-assessment of the seeker’s life showcased his persistent fantasy. It increased his need to pursue the dream to transform his life.

The zigzag pattern of lightning electrified the air. A sudden sonic shock of a thunderclap made it sound like the planet had exploded. The seeker is startled by the abrupt violence in the atmosphere and falls backwards into a tree that at the same time is struck by a lightning strike. The ground beneath the tree erupts. The tree splits in two. The seeker is pushed into the crevice. A hole in the ground, the same diameter as the tree, develops into an abyss or bottomless chasm.

Something as dramatic as this was not on the seeker’s agenda when he set out on his fantasy quest. Before a thought be formed in the seeker’s mind, the environment quickly shape-shifted. A fortuitous lightning strike created a new reality. The soil is making a rumbling sound. It presses hard against the seeker. He descends into a netherworld. This world is diametrically opposite to the fanciful mental images. These were conceived of the illusive magic wand so desperately desired.

The seeker is convinced. He believes he has reached the end of his search for the phantasmic magic wand. This occurs before the search begins. Fragments of the lightning-struck tree are falling as well, giving off a reddish glow as if on fire. As long as the seeker can remember, the delusive appearance of a longed-for reality has comforted him. It has provided endurance in the face of relentless disappointments.

Curiosity appears to have brought about calamity. The search seems to have ended abruptly. The true nature of reality will ever be obscured by a mirage of itself. The window will never be opened. The heat of the day will consume the withered leaf. And even more, the sun will raise in the west and set in the east.

When the conclusion of wishful thinking seemed obvious a vast opening appeared. The clutches of the soil dispersed from around the seeker. The tree fragments that appeared as fire cooled becoming ash carried away by an unknown element. Without wings the seeker glides in an environment of the mind that can’t be described.

The wind was not as the air remained fresh and still. The inner earth became a cosmos unto itself, and every dimension materialized in a single sphere. The mystical magic wand has been found. Its seat of origin is in the disposition of the seeker’s mind. Its ultimate fulfillment is there too.

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What is life without dreams

Recent Posts / Herbert Hilliard

What is life without dreams? Dreams stir the mind beyond the processes of natural instincts. Dreams stimulates brain activities while you are asleep. Dreams are windows to your inner self. Dreams are your avenues into other dimensions.

Most people want to have good dreams instead of nightmares. Yet, any type of dream serves its purpose of creative thinking or imagining. Imagine the dawn of day. Think of the comfort of cooling shade on a hot day. Picture caressing warmth when it is cold. Considering this, what are the proper approaches to dream creations?

Minimizing stress is a good starting point for dream creations. This is especially true if your wish is to create good dreams. I dream of something special approaching me from a world all its own. This specialty is coming closer and closer to break the veil between the conscious and the unconscious in my life. I am experiencing flowing emotions as the strong suit of promise creates a delightful rift in my everyday realities.

I concentrate on aspects of this one dream in the hopes that I will invoke it into my sleep. I embed certain features into the remembrance of this dream. I want to act out these features when this dream occurs again. Unfortunately, the dream does not return. I have not yet developed the cognitive skills to control and manipulate the dream functions of my brain. Yet, the keen remembrance of this dream gives me a solid foundation to construct upon.

So, what is life without dreams? An empty head looking for something to think about beyond food and drink. During my dreams I experience the radiant frequencies of another world. Some of these experiences are troubling and others are satisfying. I dream of walking in the dark canvas of the universe approaching a being of charm and splendor. I am as beautiful as the twinkling lights lovingly sprinkled upon this canvas of darkness. I reach out to touch the magnificent qualities of my dream, and suddenly I am awake.

Reoccurring dreams seem to be restricted to the not so good ones, at least for me. Many of the delightful ones disappear without a trace when I awake. I find it unacceptable not to control or recall such an important aspect of my life. Thus, I am determined to develop the proper techniques for dream creations.

Over a million years ago, people were not locked into a dependence on material gadgets. The ability to create dreams was commonplace. They easily move huge stones with their minds. They knew the secrets of sound vibrations. They can teleport themselves. They can travel even to the belt of Orion and the dimmest star of the Siris star system.

All these human mental abilities became greatly diminished. They were even lost when the Milky Way galaxy moved into a different region in the universe. This triggered the onslaught of ice ages. The most recent ice age caused people to evolve. These people lack all spiritual connection to the cosmos and the energies that drive it.

My ambition for dream creation is to rediscover prehistoric cognitive development. This approach would have spared the planet earth from its current contamination and pollution. Materialists have inflicted this upon it. The movement of the galaxy placed it into its current cosmic frequencies. These changes triggered ecological and physiognomy changes on the earth.

During my awaken hours, the dream that fascinates me fills me with pleasant thoughts. This happens even when my thought are contrary to feeling at ease. I smile to myself knowing that I have a friend dwelling in the misty twilight who cares about me.

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