Guidance                  


It is my high honour and hope to peacefully shine more beautiful

divine freedom into our present condition.


The light will lead you to the fruition of your happy intrinsic nature.


One's uniquely cultivated Soul is a sacred, dignified and joyful task.


Life is a journey, not a race; be a light to yourself ...




Love,

Elias Ishak, BA


Department of Counselling Psychology, UBC

BasedPsychicHealer@gmail.com





"Wherever you go, go

with all your heart."

                       - Confucius

“The World is my country, all mankind are my brethren, and

to do good is my religion.” Thomas Paine

On Self-Knowledge
Kahlil Gibran


Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.
But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart's knowledge.
You would know in words that which you have always known in thought.
You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams.


And it is well you should.
The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea;
And the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes.
But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure;
And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line.
For self is a sea boundless and measureless.


Say not, "I have found the truth," but rather, "I have found a truth."
Say not, "I have found the path of the soul." Say rather, "I have met the soul walking upon my path."
For the soul walks upon all paths.
The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.
The soul unfolds itself like a lotus of countless petals.

 

This world thrives on the uniqueness of creation

You will not find footprints of identical design

Not a snowflake, not the wings of a butterfly


No human feels the same experiencing pain

whether of emotional or physical source

This pain for everyone is the learning road


Like diamonds in rough polished by time,

we revolve constantly around everything

and the whole world is spinning in us


To become one, with the elements of life,

we subconsciously strive attracted by light;

in the snow spilling glints, In the glitter of the sea


Vulnerable from the start. Resilient at the end

shining with beauty and strength,

we are diamonds of the earth..


           Margaret Kowalewska

    Diamonds

"Without virtue there can be no liberty."

- Benjamin Rush

"A republic, if you can keep it."


- Benjamin Franklin

"When you take free will out of education, that turns it into schooling."

- John Taylor Gatto

Kahlil Gibran on Love






Then said Almitra, Speak to us of Love.
And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said:
When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.


For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.


All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.


But if in your heart you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.


When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.”
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.


Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.



If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda


I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine


"Was the government to prescribe to us our medicine and diet, our bodies would be in such keeping as our souls are now."

- Thomas Jefferson

Muse


Her body veiled
with the aura of night
The beam of celestial stream
reaches her with trance


Inspired by divinity of stars
Musing in the melting ice
of the milky way’s gate
Elusive as the blue butterfly,
she touches the pen of a poet
and lets it bloom with divine spray



***


When blue ice turns to red lava,
the flower loses his mind
drunk with the scent of a butterfly


(c) Margaret Kowalewska


"Our Constitution was made only for a moral and religious people. It is wholly inadequate to the government of any other."


- John Adams