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A Jewel Between My Eyes

Steve Rowe

It’s like my conscious sat back and watchedI didn’t even know it was thereDespite the the fact it’s my immortal selfMy desires made me hurt othersPhysically, mentally and emotionallyWhen I finally learned to be stillI identified what had always been thereLike a precious jewel between my eyesI found a place of refugeWhere we could observe my idiocyWhen I could objectively see myselfIt changed meWhen I realised that everything was oneIt changed meI stopped hurting others and myselfI discovered empathyStopped supporting hurting and killing by proxyStopped supporting warStopped eating animalsStopped indoctrinated tribalism and nationalismRealised that it’s not just what you doBut … Continue reading A Jewel Between My Eyes

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Think For Yourself

Steve Rowe

It’s too easy to take on the views of others instead of working things out for yourself. You only have to look at your feed here on social media to see martial artists continually repeating the same old tropes that you know didn’t originate from their own critical thinking. It’s lazy, gutless and weak to only repeat the view of others so you don’t stand out from the crowd and attract criticism. Ask yourself WHY you train/study in martial arts. Ignore what everyone else has said and go deep inside of yourself to find the true reasons, is it for: … Continue reading Think For Yourself

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Ong Namo…

Steve Rowe

Ong Namo…Greeting universal consciousnessAs it fills the space in every cell in my bodyThe dark and cold of the cave behind meThe immovability of the rock surrounding meThe dawning light at the cave mouthThe steam from the awakening earth and plantsAs the morning warmth blends with the cold of nightThe earthy smell mixing with the heady perfume of awakening flowersThe profound silenceInterspersed with the calling of birdsThe trees stretching their branchesSo the leaves absorb the sunThe rough robe against my skinMorning hunger letting me know I’m aliveThe growl of ‘Ong’ from the lower abdomenVibrating the roof of my mouthOpening the … Continue reading Ong Namo…

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The Magic Of Avebury

Steve Rowe

I remember being in the Avebury stone circle and as I walked around touching each stone I felt that they were like ‘stone mirrors’, upright pieces of earth reflecting my ‘original face’ back to me. That thousands of years ago each stone belonged to a different magician and that completing the circle touching each stone gave me a unique transmission from each one and completed an ancient rite. I found Avebury far more powerful than Stonehenge and complemented the energies from Glastonbury Tor, Glastonbury Abbey (very powerful) and Chalice Well. Continue reading The Magic Of Avebury

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Armistice Day

Steve Rowe

Meditation On Remembrance…. It was putrid;The stench of footrot, blood, vomit and fear;Mud everywhere, everything was soaked right through;Men dragged into service and some foolishly volunteering. Whilst the politicians talked over whisky and cigars, we rotted and died;In agony and fear in trenches for countries that only existed as names;Boundaries set by greed, ambition and politics;We rotted, bled, cried, shook and died for them. Over the top;We scrambled, slid and run in fear towards other human beings;Screaming death and destruction waving our widow makers;To be mercilessly cut down by machine gun and rifle fire;By other humans wondering what the hell … Continue reading Armistice Day

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Life Is A Prison Cell

Steve Rowe

Life is a prisonStuck in this meat vehicleWe die into itSufferAnd are born out of it Like a prisonerWe have to learn how to serve our timeDon’t look forwardDon’t look backServe our timeDay by dayHour by hourBreath by breath Don’t expect anythingAccept what we haveAccept where we areDon’t suffer about our sufferingServe our sentencePay our duesUntil we’re released It sounds like it’s a bad viewBut it’s actually notIt’s truthSeek happiness and you’ll never find itBe miserable and you’ll suffer moreAccept the truth Don’t wantDon’t not wantAs your body rots around youBe happy that you’re nearing releaseSleep on the floorAnd you’ll … Continue reading Life Is A Prison Cell

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Loneliness…

Steve Rowe

You can be lonely in a crowdThat feeling that you’re differentThat nobody understands youIsolated from friends and familyWhen others tell you what you’re likeAnd they’ve got it wrongVery wrongAnd you can’t tell themThe suffering cuts your soulPain –PhysicalEmotionalMentalAnguish that tears through all 3 statesBeing human feels like prisonStuck in amongst aliensLooking at you like you’re a walking zooMisinterpreting what you sayHow you lookHow you actPeople look, judgeBut can’t see youCan’t understand youLoneliness is not just being on your ownIt’s being on your ownWhoever you’re withTrying to communicateThrough a filterThat obviously doesn’t workPeople say talk to someoneMy door’s always openThe kettle’s … Continue reading Loneliness…

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The Right Time To Go

Steve Rowe

When your dog is sufferingAnd has no quality of lifeYou put him out of his miseryYet we let relatives and ourselvesSuffer interminablyPlaces of healing become places of tortureHospitals and hospices leave people writhing in painDemented human bodies are left in fearWandering like the undeadTo placate their relatives, the law and outdated religionWe have the choiceBut not the methodWhen we don’t have the mind or bodyTo complete the actWe need a way to be out of our miseryGovernments kick the can down the roadThe young and healthy don’t want to think about itConvincing everyone it’s an act of cowardiceAnd not fair … Continue reading The Right Time To Go

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Immortality Calling

Steve Rowe

It starts in the middle of your chestThe heart chakraThe pull towards deathLike pulling you out of your chestToward something betterAll your friends, pets and familyThat have passed beforeCalling you overTo somewhere far betterStill and peacefulLife hurtsYour body hurtsLife literally has a stenchCluttered with thingsAnd distractionsTo take you away from realityLife is deathYou die into itWhen you’ve suffered enoughYou’re borne out of itThose consumed and addicted to lifeLike drug addictsAre subject to desire and aversionThe suffering is acceptedLike Stockholm syndromeIn the end they balance outWhen the sentence is servedThe meat vehicle rots awayThe mind and emotions fadeAnd the souls slips … Continue reading Immortality Calling

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They Don’t Exist!

Steve Rowe

It’s all an illusionFFSCountries invented by humansBorders invented by humansReligion invented by humans So why are they fightingAnd killing innocent peopleOver these illusionsI cry for the woundedThe crippledAnd dead All for the illusionsCountriesBordersReligionThey don’t exist!FFS IndoctrinationPeople that can’t seeCan’t take the dust from their eyesDistractionApathyStupidity It’s all an illusionFFS…… Continue reading They Don’t Exist!