Long Life

AntiDeathParty (@AntNom)
4/11/12 7:01 AM
Long life free of fear of death & illness, free of indolent burden, free in commerce & prosperity: among inalienable incidents of each human

Some never awaken

Some never awaken.You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken.— Anaïs Nin

11:11:11 channeled poem from Dianne Robbins‏

"11:11:11

I must say
Your numbers have sure
Paved the way

11:11:11 is the Gateway to Heaven
And so we now begin our climb
To a love so sublime

Where we will turn a whole new page
Moving us in, to the 7th Golden Age

The Elevens will carry us through the wind
Until the veils are very thin

Then we will ride along the tide
To find ourselves right inside

The 5th Dimension, where we will see
The opening to Eternity

We will see and we will feel
Every thing, that is real

Not just to our eyes, but what’s been hidden in disguise
And all that exists beyond our skies

All will be revealed
And we will surely feel
The Universe inside our heart
Where we will never, again depart

Returning to the heart
Will give us all a new start

Knowing for a certainty
That love is for Eternity

It is all there is, and ever was
It was only us, who chose to judge
And disconnect from our souls
Resulting in, our growing old

It was just a game, there is no blame
And now we’ve reconnected
To our Heart Flame

Never to leave, but only achieve
Our immortality

And as we believe and hold our faith
The Seventh Golden Age will only take

But a moment in time, and as we climb,
We will find, that all there is, is in our mind
We are the Divine

United and merged
The past all purged

We will find ourselves aligned
With all there is, and even more
As our hearts will surely soar
And our love will pour
To our own I AM PRESENCE
Our true soul essence

We are the replication
Of the infinite I AM PRESENCE of our Universe,
And yet we are very diverse

The 7th Golden Age, will be quite the rage"

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Himno a la inmortalidad - Poema de José de Espronceda

¡Salve llama      creadora del mundo,
lengua ardiente de eterno saber,
pero germen, principio fecundo
que encadenas la muerte a tus pies!
            
Tú la inerte materia espoleas,
tú la ordenas juntarse a vivir,
tú su lodo modelas, y creas
miles de seres de formas sin fin.
            
Desbarata tus obras en vano
vencedora la muerte talvez;
de sus restos levanta tu mano
nuevas obras triunfante otra vez.
            
Tú la hoguera del sol alimentas,
tú revistes los cielos de azul,
tú la luna en las sombras de argentas,
tú coronas la aurora de luz.
            
Gratos ecos al bosque sombrío,
verde pompa a los árboles das,
melancólica música al río,
ronco grito a las olas del mar.
            
Tú el aroma en las flores exhalas,
en los valles suspiras de amor,
tú murmuras del aura en las alas,
en el Bóreas retumba tu voz.
            
Tú derramas el oro en la tierra
en arroyos de hirviente metal;
Tú abrillantas la perla que encierra
en su abismo profundo la mar.
            
Tú las cárdenas nubes extiendes
negro manto que agita Aquilón;
con tu aliento los aires enciendes,
tus rugidos infunden pavor.
            
Tú eres pura simiente de vida,
manantial sempiterno del bien;
luz del mismo Hacedor desprendida,
juventud y hermosura es tu ser.
            
Tú eres fuerza secreta que el mundo
en sus ejes impulsa a rodar,
sentimiento armonioso y profundo
de los orbes que anima tu faz.
            
De tus obras los siglos que vuelan
incansables artífices son,
del espíritu ardiente cincelan
y embellecen la estrecha prisión.
            
Tú en violento, veloz torbellino,
los empujas enérgica, y van;
y adelante en tu raudo camino
a otros siglos ordenas llegar.
            
Hombre débil, levanta la frente,
pon tu labio en su eterno raudal;
tú serás como el sol en Oriente,
tú serás, como el mundo, inmortal.