Writing and purification of Self-© Katerina Kostaki

What does writing of scattered thoughts in a diary look like ?

Words that we use differ: logging, capturing, harvesting, quest, gathering, grouping, classification, reflection, visualization , and more.

Whatever the word we affiliate to present a certain definition on recording thoughts on a journal, let's make a profound definition to this deed .

For me writing is an activity of delving into my memories, sometimes softly, sometimes severely.

Like digging the earth to breathe clear air, clear air that approaches the plant’s roots.

This sense of "breathing" and freedom, can be comprehended only by those connected to the earth, by people who sense the soil moisture , people who are bounded with nature and seek deliverance from reality.

That’s the look of writing thoughts and ideas on paper, a crop on fertile ground, the trial to refine a barren land to become fertile.

Every time I open grooves, I feel a deep pain, an unimaginable grief pouring from a locked within me power, a pain that seeks its way to the Light.

Thoughts in the enclosed space of the mind remain like shadows, and when going out become transparent.

Among these considerations rooted actions have been jailed for years along with our experiences.

Lost dreams, great expectations, pain, sorrow, grief, anger, bitterness, anxiety, insults, jeers, abuse, denial, all of our experiences are now sinken in deeper levels of consciousness.

Experiences that have taken root, have become a pain trees with roots spread out everywhere in our subconscious.

An alien body in our body.

A pain-body as beautifully Eckhart Tolle regards in "The Power of Now."

A false self constructed by an also faulty “reality”, but compatible and very attentive to the needs of this world.

The barking of self can not be considered as the most pleasant pastime.

Without wishing to prevent you from such a procedure, I think it is best to inform you in advance.

The process is extremely painful.

How could someone testify whether the purification process of our true self, the carving I mentioned above, works out effectively?

Truly, by watching the numerless negative feelings that popping!

The four stages the soul experiences to achieve spiritual growth, the process by this growth is activated while you experience unexpected adversities and events.

1. Denial
2.Anger
3.Attempt to rationalism, bargaining
4.Depression
5.Acceptance

( The Kübler-Ross model, commonly known as the five stages of grief, was first introduced by Elisabeth Kübler-Ross in her 1969 book, On Death and Dying )
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/K%C3%BCbler-Ross_model
http://www.businessballs.com/elisabeth_kubler_ross_five_stages_of_grief.htm

All this leads to humility derived from acceptance and learning.

Humility is the stage where someone overcomes the ego

and is a prerequisite for the evolution of human intellect.

There are also four types of love, to be experienced by soul for being healthy.
1.The love of Cosmic Consciousness🌸
2.The love of our neighbor🌸
3.The love for the Cosmic Cosciousness🌸
4.The love for your neighbor🌸

NEWSLETTER DECEMBER 2010 FROM "THE LIGHT OF THE DAWN"

© Katerina Kostaki

Spiritual author~poetess~freelance article writer

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✨ 👉 You may read the Greek version of this newsletter on the following link ✨ : http://endlesslifejourney.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html

**I am so grateful to share with you my news !

My first english book  , my book of poetry, entitled "Cosmic Light " has already been published by XLIBRIS .

Soon I will be able to post more information and send more details on this spiritual book of poetry.

Perhaps you may take a look on the relative page of XLIBRIS -just click here  :

For me, it's a Divine Christmas Gift , a great magical opening of life and soul, a hope that I 'd like to share with many people around the Globe.

I know that many people feel dissapointed ,discouraged or confused , but let me tell you that Miracles happen every day for those who are keeping their faith and hope.

Love and Light

The purpose of Life

I came to know the truth
and it moves me deeply.
Life was never
so beautiful
as now.

The truth covers
everything and gives meaning
to life.

I know I am here
for a purpose
it is that simple
and simultaneously enticing.

Formerly life
was so dull.
Not a trace,
not a sign.
I cast my net
and caught hold of “hope”.

I touched my dreams
and embraced
“faith”.

Copyright Katerina Kostaki

Translation in english language by Debora Kazazis

Poem in greek language in the published book of poetry

original title in Greek language "Συμπαντικό Φως" /"Cosmic Light"

Greek interpretation of this poem: http://endlesslifejourney.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html

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http://endlessjourney.ning.com/

Sand and Foam by Khalil Gibran

I AM FOREVER walking upon these shores,

Betwixt the sand and the foam,

The high tide will erase my foot-prints,

And the wind will blow away the foam.

But the sea and the shore will remain Forever.

Once I filled my hand with mist.

Then I opened it and lo, the mist was a worm.

And I closed and opened my hand again, and behold there was a bird.

And again I closed and opened my hand, and in its hollow stood a man with a sad face, turned upward.

And again I closed my hand, and when I opened it there was naught but mist. But I heard a song of exceeding sweetness.

It was but yesterday I thought myself a fragment quivering without rhythm in the sphere of life.

Now I know that I am the sphere, and all life in rhythmic fragments moves within me.

They say to me in their awakening, "You and the world you live in are but a grain of sand upon the infinite shore of an infinite sea."

And in my dream I say to them, "I am the infinite sea, and all worlds are but grains of sand upon my shore."

Only once have I been made mute.

It was when a man asked me, "Who are you?" The first thought of God was an angel.

The first word of God was a man.

We were fluttering, wandering, longing creatures a thousand thousand years before the sea and the wind in the forest gave us words.

Now how can we express the ancient of days in us with only the sounds of our yesterdays?

The Sphinx spoke only once, and the Sphinx said,

"A grain of sand is a desert, and a desert is a grain of sand; and now let us all be silent again.

" I heard the Sphinx, but I did not understand.

Long did I lie in the dust of Egypt, silent and unaware of the seasons.

Then the sun gave me birth, and I rose and walked upon the banks of the Nile, Singing with the days and dreaming with the nights.

And now the sun threads upon me with a thousand feet that I may lie again in the dust of Egypt. But behold a marvel and a riddle!

The very sun that gathered me cannot scatter me.

Still erect am I, and sure of foot do I walk upon the banks of the Nile.

Remembrance is a form of meeting.

Forgetfulness is a form of freedom. We measure time according to the movement of countless suns; and they measure time by little machines in their little pockets.

Now tell me, how could we ever meet at the same place and the same time? Space is not space between the earth and the sun to one who looks down from the windows of the Milky Way.

Humanity is a river of light running from the ex-eternity to eternity. Do not the spirits who dwell in the ether envy man his pain?

On my way to the Holy City I met another pilgrim and I asked him, "Is this indeed the way to the Holy City?"

And he said, "Follow me, and you will reach the Holy City in a day and a night." And I followed him.

And we walked many days and many nights, yet we did not reach the Holy City. And what was to my surprise he became angry with me because he had misled me.

Make me, oh God, the prey of the lion, ere You make the rabbit my prey.

One may not reach the dawn save by the path of the night.

My house says to me, "Do not leave me, for here dwells your past."

And the road says to me, "Come and follow me, for I am your future." And I say to both my house and the road, "I have no past, nor have I a future.

If I stay here, there is a going in my staying; and if I go there is a staying in my going. Only love and death will change all things."

How can I lose faith in the justice of life, when the dreams of those who sleep upon feathers are not more beautiful than the dreams of those who sleep upon the earth?

Buzzards, Bats & Bees:Nature's teachings

If you put a buzzard in a pen that is 6 feet by 8 feet and is entirely open at the top, the bird, in spite of its ability to fly, will be an absolute prisoner. The reason is that a buzzard always begins a flight from the ground with a run of 10 to 12 feet. Without space to run, as is its habit, it will not even attempt to fly, but will remain a prisoner for life in a small jail with no top

THE BAT:

The ordinary bat that flies around at night, a remarkable nimble creature in the air, cannot take off from a level place. If it is placed on the floor or flat ground, all it can do is shuffle about helplessly and, no doubt, painfully, until it reaches some slight elevation from which it can throw itself into the air. Then, at once, it takes off like a flash.

THE BUMBLEBEE:

A bumblebee, if dropped into an open tumbler, will be there until it dies, unless it is taken out. It never sees the means of escape at the top, but persists in trying to find some way out through the sides near the bottom. It will seek a way where none exists, until it completely destroys itself.

PEOPLE:

In many ways, we are like the buzzard, the bat, and the bumblebee. We struggle about with all our problems and frustrations, never realizing that all we have to do is look up! That's the answer, the escape route and the solution to any problem!
Just look up!

Sorrow looks back; Worry looks around; But faith looks up!

Live simply, love generously, care deeply, speak kindly and trust in our Creator who loves us.

HOW TRUE, HOW TRUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!