Fear
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“Never fear shadows. They simply mean that there is a light shinning somewhere nearby.”
Quote ― Renkel Ruth E
I see a little dragon climbing up the wall ;-))
What do you see?
From my house-renovation archive
"He who is not everyday conquering some fear has not learned the secret of life. "
Quote - Ralph Waldo Emerson
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"Fear leads to anger, anger leads to contempt ... and I persecute a lot of fear in you"
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...could you please make that with whole milk but write "soy" on the cup..? People judge...yah know...
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One from the archives as I was just too lazy this week to think of something to photograph lol.
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And the further I get
From the things that I care about
The less I care about
How much further away I get
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Like a feeling that I'm down
Deep inside my heart
Like I'm looking out through splitting blood red
Windows in my heart
From a higher up than heaven
And a harder down than stone
Shake the fear that always clawing
Pulls me clawing down alone
As I spitting, splitting, blood red
Breaking windows in my heart
And the past is taunting fear of ghosts
Is forcing me apart
And the further I get
From the things that I care about
The less I care about
How much further away I get
And the further I get
From the things that I care about
The less I care about
How much further away I get
I am lost again
With everything gone
And more alone
Than I have ever been
I expect you to understand, to feel it too
But I know that even if you will
You cannot ever help me
Nor can I ever help you
Nor can I ever help you
Never ever help you
"We are afraid to care too much, for fear that the other person does not care at all." Eleanor Roosevelt
Some ancient call
That I've answered before
It lives in my walls
And it's under the floor
If this was meant for me, why does it hurt so much?
And if you're not made for me, why did we fall in love?
A knock at my door
I thought I was alone
Unaware of what I've thought I needed
I dropped like a stone
If I'm not mistaken, then I was the last to know
And if you return for me, I'd never want for more
You're dislocated
Don't be like that
And you smile when you dive in
Like you're never coming back
So hold my body
Yeah, hold my breath
See your face when I black out
I'm never coming back
Okay, truth be known, the title is misleading; there were lots of fears as I walked gingerly onto this very windy and icy pier! But who said getting wintery shots was easy?
I am afraid, oh I am so afraid!
The cold black fear is clutching me to-night
As long ago when they would take the light
And leave the little child who would have prayed,
Frozen and sleepless at the thought of death.
My heart that beats too fast will rest too soon;
I shall not know if it be night or noon, --
Yet shall I struggle in the dark for breath?
Will no one fight the Terror for my sake,
The heavy darkness that no dawn will break?
How can they leave me in that dark alone,
Who loved the joy of light and warmth so much,
And thrilled so with the sense of sound and touch, --
How can they shut me underneath a stone?
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Good Morning! It is -5 today and it feels mighty cold but the sun is shining and the sky is blue so I'm a happy girl! (I'm 'knot' fearing this weather!!) :-)
Wishing everyone a great weekend ahead!
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Magee Marsh, Oak Harbor, Ohio USA
We spent 6 days at Magee Marsh (the Warbler capital of the world) mid May. We saw 18 species of warblers during that time. We didn't photograph them all, but had good looks at all of them.
Nikon D750 with Nikon 80-400mm G VR ED lens with fill flash.
1/250 F8 ISO 500
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“So shall they fear the name of the LORD from the west, and his glory from the rising of the sun. When the enemy shall come in like a flood, the Spirit of the LORD shall lift up a standard against him.” (Isaiah 59:19)
Taken at Lana (Now Closed)
Super excited to invite everyone to visit a new installment of LANA~
This one is called Fear~ Why? Well, because the hardest fear to be conquered is within ourselves.
Imagine all those doubts, thoughts and desires in the form of dazzling autumn colors and in contrast, black gigantic forest full of mystery. Allow this journey to be the final battle.
Everyone is welcome to explore, the sim is LGBTQ, furry, family, children and couple friendly!
A Thousand Years - Sting
A thousand years, a thousand more
A thousand times a million doors to eternity
I may have lived a thousand lives, a thousand times
An endless turning stairway climbs
To a tower of souls
If it takes another thousand years, a thousand wars
The towers rise to numberless floors in space
I could shed another million tears, a million breaths
A million names but only one truth to face
A million roads, a million fears
A million suns, ten million years of uncertainty
I could speak a million lies, a million songs
A million rights, a million wrongs in this balance of time
But if there was a single truth, a single light
A single thought, a singular touch of grace
Then following this single point, this single flame
This single haunted memory of your face
I still love you
I still want you
A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves
Like galaxies in my head
And on and on the mysteries unwind themselves
Eternities still unsaid
'Til you love me
Spotted Towhee.
There is an old saying that you attract what you fear. ( OMG!!! I fear 10 Billion dollars)
Of missing his bus? Of the pandemic? Of a white woman taking his picture? Of being black in a white world? Downtown Winnipeg, MB, Canada
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"In front of you are the lights of a state
Awaiting excavations
And the cages with the sleeping canaries lined up
And I who still haven't found out who I am
A tired purpose, without perspective
And you who will soon be extinguished
One of the lights, to sleep with someone who looks like me
So that the irons of the cage
To be lost for a moment, in the dark.
I fear all that will happen to me without me...
My clothes are getting old and they don't last
holes in the knees from the bows
pockets empty of coins
broken zippers, they are bankrupt
My body is bruised
with the cold as a mistake
which no one admits
it turns and asks for your warmth.
I fear all that will happen to me without me...
Your cements are new
with lacquered furniture
And white marbles
a warping sheen
and leaves you no room to stand
and only I of all in there am rotting like in an ancient tomb
Performance vessels were found there
except for me, which is a hidden secret
I'm still looking for you to resurrect me.
I fear all that will happen to me without me...
My clothes are getting old and falling out
Like bankrupt governments
I grew old in a child's pants
And the ship still hasn't been seen
I squeeze you tighter because I'm cold
my body road, where public works are carried out
Compressors open and close me
Pull the curtain a little to see me
I became a runway for military planes
And my mind, a repository for radioactive waste
They took safety measures, for my breathing
and on a multi-ethnic one-way street, my future was given in return.
I fear all that will happen to me without me...
This is how I live my past in advance
and with two bare wires for hands
I hug your high volt for a tight time.
I'm afraid..."
An earlier attempt to visualize a favorite song.
Everybody I know has a fear. Some fear not making enough or not getting enough time. To spend with family or friends. Some fear not getting to do everything they want in life. But the important thing is to take it one day a time. Look at a sunrise. And realize that there is a guide above who makes sure everything is going to be alright.
Brown Pelican, Pelecanus occidentalis, over the Cape Fear River in Wilmington NC. Spur-of-the-moment choice to take a river cruise—which turned out to be very nice—but only had my wide lens because I thought we would just be out on the street that morning.
10 July 2021; 09:30 CDT; extreme post
THE SEEKER
I am in a house, I know it well, but I have never been there before. There is no light, just me. The halls are empty, it is without life, without the things to bring it to life, no pictures, no tables, no chairs. It is a bleak house, dark, shadows, and even the light that seeps through the cracks, is dark. In the middle of the room there is foreboding, it is under the floor. I feel my hair stand on end.
I look to the door, the door, into which one must never go.
I stand and know that I can't run, I can't hide, because the dark of the house, is outside too. And I know it's time to leave, but I find myself walking, walking toward the door, the door that I must never open, as it leads to the room, the room into which one must never go.
I am sweating, I want to call out, I am trying to scream, it's primal, but there is no sound, there is no voice. I am unable to call for help. I try to move my arms, but they are frozen.
I am though the door, the room that vibrates with fear, darkness - something is moving in the secret passage, the secret passage that lies beyond the room. It is a narrow corridor, and I am bending to walk into the passage, and it leads to a room above the house, in the attic, I feel the cold, it is icy, and I fear for my very soul - I feel the negative energy that seeping into my skin. I am trying to shout, trying to leave, trying to turn away, wanting to run. A shape emerges out of the wall, it comes to me, draining all the goodness from me, and I feel terrible fear and dread, I want to fight it, but I am helpless, I am powerless, I can't move, but I know now, I must face it, I must fight for my life, and every fibre in me is screaming - and I remember .
I have been here before, and it is always the same, when the presence comes I wake up screaming and sweating, my pulse is racing. I have been through this many times before, and I am shaking and quaking, but I realize - despite these confrontations - I do not wake up dead, just terrified, and I begin to feel that perhaps, perhaps, these is no danger here. I have spent nights telling myself before I fall asleep that if this dream comes to me again, meet fear with love.
Now I know I was dreaming. I am out of the icy house. I am awake, lying in my bed. I am calmer now, I try to move, but nothing happens. I can't move anything, but I can see my room, and I feel a rising panic, and I feel the icy cold. There is someone standing at the end of my bed, staring at me. I am trying to scream and move my arms, to wake up, nothing happens. I see him standing clearly in my room, he has followed me here .
Now I will need to fight, but I can’t move, and he can, what are the rules in this situation, I am powerless. It is terrifying. Move !, Move !, Run ! Nothing. Then I remember “Do not get angry, that gives it power”. I stop struggling, start to calm down. He isn’t moving or doing anything, he never has, he just stands there.
"Hi", I think to myself.
"Can you hear me" it says in a sweet peaceful voice.
Oh that's great, he isn't even hostile, he’s doing his best not to terrify me and here I am like a wild animal, scared of the unknown, that's just great. He has been coming to talk to me, to give me wisdom -but his presence has seemed so terrifying , that he can’t even talk to me. I guess he has been coming and waiting patiently for me to meet him with love, not anger and fear. Well this is embarrassing.
I didn't expect a dialog, and I am now wanting to wake up. It's not fear this time, this guy had a very calm and gentle voice, but James Bond just climbed through my window and I sensed things were only going to go downhill from here.
Note to self, you got to do something about the quality of your dreams - oh, and thanks for the lesson in love and fear.
PS - The next day, many, many years ago - we went swimming with friends in mountain pools. The river water in Africa is dark and you can’t even see your feet in the water. We swam across a large, deep pool. I jumped into a big pothole at the end of the pool. There was a waterfall crashing into one side of it and the sandy bottom felt soothing on my feet. No one else wanted to jump in, and I realized, I had forgotten to be scared. The dream sequence has never returned.
PPS – Lucid dreaming is common, and trying to wake up during a nightmare is too – the immobility comes from your body preventing you from sleepwalking in response to dream situations – so it can feel disturbing while dreaming, but it is a good self preservation mechanism that is there to protect you from real harm. So the fear is gone and I am happy to dream on. And I work with dreams and treat them as an active state. If something is bugging you, think about it before you sleep, it can help resolve while you are off to never, never land
© G P F for All images and text, please do not use without my express permission. From THE Book That Dreams.
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