tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47469857104138152422024-03-12T20:17:50.282-07:00Unity Consciousnessas we awaken,
the illusion of separation dissolves...jeremy williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17632339397384782959noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4746985710413815242.post-84883854390500650712014-12-05T23:41:00.000-08:002014-12-06T00:01:47.270-08:00Burnaby Mountain Uprising!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was on Burnaby Mountain to join the protectors who were not just
protecting Burnaby, but the entire Fraser River Watershed that the
"Transmountain" Pipeline threatens. The Fraser River supports the worlds
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<br />jeremy williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17632339397384782959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4746985710413815242.post-42252141536145374132014-04-10T17:50:00.001-07:002014-04-10T17:57:04.538-07:00Aurora<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Aurora</b><br />
<br />
My angel,<br />
My little girl...<br />
I mourn every moment I am away from you.<br />
<br />
You are always with me...<br />
Where ever I go<br />
Swelling my heart <br />
and filling my mind with joy<br />
<br />
You are the light of my life!<br />
You give me so many smiles...<br />
<br />
Yet in return,<br />
I can only give you my love and gratitude...<br />
and help you to look up...<br />
To feel the warmth of the sun on your face<br />
and focus on feeling the wind in your hair...<br />
<br />
Close your eyes and dive into the sparkling ocean,<br />
Like the divine beam of light that you are.<br />
Swimming in the sea of life,<br />
Dancing through the spectrum of colours...<br />
<br />
You are the Aurora in the glittering northern sky,<br />
I am in awe of your stunning beauty!<br />
<br />
This vision is the only gift I have to give you,<br />
This experience is my only treasure,<br />
indeed the only thing that I can grasp,<br />
and I want share it all with you...<br />
<br />
Walk with me,<br />
breathe in the sweet air of spring...<br />
Watch the pink snow fall from a cherry tree in full bloom...<br />
See the sun peeking through it's branches.<br />
It traveled all this way <br />
~ just to be with you ~<br />
<br />
<i>and so did I.</i><br />
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<br />jeremy williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17632339397384782959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4746985710413815242.post-3999201054870415052012-10-24T21:25:00.000-07:002012-10-24T21:27:37.140-07:00without time...two thousand miles<br />
away from you<br />
<br />
leaves me spinning... <br />
like my tires
across dusty roads<br />
floating
in the limbo<br />
between the love of the road<br />
and the grief of what i leave behind<br />
<br />
never enough time...<br />
to stop<br />
and just be<br />
and to enjoy the place where i am<br />
and to reflect<br />
on the images
in my rearview mirror<br />
in my wake<br />
melancholy for the beauty
that i see<br />
but can not seem to enjoy<br />
while i race past it all<br />
white knuckles<br />
steering wheel<br />
passenger<br />
agenda overridden<br />
<br />
and wanting to just stop,<br />
and soak it up<br />
like a deep breath<br />
as the moon peeks through the clouds<br />
in late summer<br />
<br />
is it better to have seen it pass you by<br />
or have never known it was there?<br />
<br />
it seems sad
that i sit here,<br />
looking out the window<br />
but don't have the time
to absorb it<br />
to enjoy it's peace<br />
and hear the silence<br />
<br />
like a loon calling in the dawn<br />
drowning in the drone of the noise<br />
motors running all night<br />
why?<br />
<br />
when?<br />
when will i have time<br />
to walk<br />
to sit<br />
to be free<br />
to live<br />
without time...jeremy williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17632339397384782959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4746985710413815242.post-21926393405123143692012-04-09T21:22:00.002-07:002012-04-09T21:36:34.059-07:00Ocean of EcstacyOcean of Ecstacy<br /><br />To see the coming dawn, one must learn to be free.<br />Transcending the bonds of old paradigms...<br /><br />The awakening is raw, real and human.<br /><br />To judge is to compare...<br />There is no comparison.<br />There is only one consciousness.<br /><br />And to feel the unity of omnipresence, you must die to the past.<br />Once you stop projecting a false reality onto the cosmic canvas,<br />and the facade vanishes, you find the heart of God within you.<br /><br />This is not another identity, this is your essence, the essence of the universe.<br /><br />The awakening of one soul into the river of creation can change the course of humanity.<br />Not only do you overcome personal inprisonment, you liberate us all.<br /><br /><br />We evolve consciously into a new world.<br />We realize it is a choice we make.<br /><br />We have finally grown up and now we can look down upon the landscape of our childish gluttony.<br /><br />As we transcend time and place, the clouds dance across the Earth below as we fly around her,<br />we glide along the outer edge of the atmosphere, <br />chasing a whisper of morning song as the birds praise the coming of dawn in the spring mist.<br /><br /><br />Drama on personal levels has been the turbulence to create the waves upon which we surf<br />as a dolphin in the illuminated wave of love that overwhelms you and washes it all away.<br /><br />Conflict of any kind crumbles into find sand that has made a beautiful beach glistening like a galaxy<br />as the evening light brings gifts of golden water caressing the edge of Earth.<br /><br /><br /><br />You can only experience another dimension by entering into it.<br /><br />You can only understand higher knowledge by ingesting it.<br /><br />You can only see the path while you are on it.<br /><br />Each step, received with love from the world, that you create by intention alone.<br /><br /><br />The fountain of youth in the garden of Eden is within you!<br />The world is alive with song...<br /><br />Birds and all heavenly creatures shine in the lush jungle<br />await in eager anticipation,<br />as you get down on your knees and look into the calm water<br />and see the Creator looking back at you.<br /><br />It is you.<br /><br />All that you perceive is but a reflection, a projection.<br /><br />And know that you are still, and you know that you are God,<br />the vastness of the universe is within your heart<br />and you become Pure Love<br />without identity,<br />without form...<br />within all things,<br />and beyond the concepts of good or bad,<br />or right and wrong.<br /><br />Seeing the totality and necessity<br />of every soul<br /><br />Absorbing the growth of each and every interaction<br />flowing<br />like a river<br />glowing<br />like the stars...<br /><br />and expanding<br />beyond your wildest dreams<br /><br />into the ocean<br />of ecstasy!<br /><br /><br />www.jeremywilliams.cajeremy williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17632339397384782959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4746985710413815242.post-21163768955689632432012-04-08T01:55:00.003-07:002012-04-08T02:12:26.755-07:00Pirates400 wall street pirates <br />have horded more wealth<br />than the entire population of America combined<br />is this the American dream?<br />economic oppression<br /><br />when hospitals won't help you<br />when schools rob you<br />when there are children starving in the streets<br />people without homes<br />is this progress?<br />is this just?<br /><br />and while our beds burn<br />and capitalists suck the life blood out of the 3rd world<br />young men and women<br />patrol the world<br />"defending" the empire from it's supposed "enemies"<br /><br />the empire has no clothes<br />yet every channel on TV<br />shovels the same shit<br />in epic proportions<br /><br />we all run on the hamster wheel<br />driven by fear<br />terrorized by the wolves at the door<br />without knowing that we are the wheels of the machine<br />and when we stop - it does too<br /><br />slavery was never abolished, just modified into a "friendlier" classism<br />yet why should anyone have so much, when so many have none?<br /><br />how could one person ever need a billion dollars?<br />why should the public assets <br />line the pockets of the ruling elite?jeremy williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17632339397384782959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4746985710413815242.post-27226581205102945792012-02-19T21:54:00.000-08:002012-02-19T22:05:48.549-08:00Viva la (R)evoltion!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bg795R18qBc/T0Hisfa1-pI/AAAAAAAAH-w/wg6Aa51J-uA/s1600/DSC_0631.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bg795R18qBc/T0Hisfa1-pI/AAAAAAAAH-w/wg6Aa51J-uA/s320/DSC_0631.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711095056458709650" /></a><br />culture shock<br /><br />tropical sun<br />tight pants<br />dust, dirt, and diesel<br />loud music<br />everyone is dancing<br /><br />fashion<br />yet there is no elitism<br />only pride<br />and culture<br />like i have never seen<br /><br />there is an ambience in the air<br />a song<br />a triumph<br />we are free<br />we are a strong people<br />with our feet on the ground<br />committed to peace and equality<br />this is justice<br />this is socialism<br /><br />minding our own business<br />not "fighting terrorism" over seas<br />not "cutting social services"<br />or repressing natural process<br />or neglecting the earth on which we depend<br /><br />not perfect<br />but embracing change<br />embracing the struggle to reform<br />to rebuild our relationship with each other and the earth<br />dancing and feasting<br />celebrating life<br /><br />walking the path of history<br />yet knowing we can make our own<br />the foundation is laid<br />yet we can choose the paint to color the canvas<br /><br />to pick up where others have left<br />to continue the process of evolution<br />driving an old car<br />with a new motor<br />with new passengers<br /><br />i am the driver<br />i am the wheel<br />and i am turning<br />sweating with excitement<br />with anticipation for the journey<br />which can not unfold<br />except to those<br />who choose to step into the fray<br />into the streets<br />with the wind in your hair<br /><br />may you find the songs<br />ringing in your ears<br />and the smell of freedom<br />that sweet dream<br />that is real<br />only if you step out of your own prison<br />out of the barriers in your mind<br /><br />echoing in the halls of ideology<br />is an old thought<br />that manifests in the soil<br />in the air that you breath<br />like a shower of rain after a long drought<br />may you taste the blessings<br />of the fruit<br />which you plant<br />in the reality<br />of a new paradigm<br />raw<br />real<br />reasonable<br />yet completely radical<br /><br />beyond baby steps<br />you find this shift<br />in the fabric of consciousness<br />in the substance of freedom<br />the true liberation is now<br />is the moment<br />you decide when<br />and where<br /><br />i choose now<br />and here<br /><br />viva la (r)evoltionjeremy williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17632339397384782959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4746985710413815242.post-18716196918374177602010-09-26T23:02:00.000-07:002010-09-27T11:38:30.093-07:00i see nowi see now<br /><br />that life is a journey<br />not a destination<br /><br />and as we grow<br />our challenges do as well<br /><br />yet each challenge is an opportunity<br />and each mountain we climb gives us a new perspective<br /><br />and as we abandon fear<br />we find ourselves<br /><br /><br />free<br /><br />and we laugh<br />at what we once fearedjeremy williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17632339397384782959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4746985710413815242.post-69144488875749187682010-09-12T01:13:00.000-07:002010-09-12T01:20:41.282-07:00looking up to me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNS86MF9Dss/TIyMc7jZ2bI/AAAAAAAAEu0/DVYY9M2rveM/s1600/Picture+1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNS86MF9Dss/TIyMc7jZ2bI/AAAAAAAAEu0/DVYY9M2rveM/s200/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515938072272427442" /></a><br />i remember when you were 3 years old<br />you wished the care bears were real<br />and they were your friends<br />that night we looked in awe<br />at the christmas lights<br />and drank hot cocoa<br />and i held your little hand<br /><br />how i miss that little boy<br />how i miss those days<br />when you were my life<br />and i was your dad<br /><br />now you are a young man<br />and i'm so proud of you<br />i will never forget<br />the love in your eyes<br />when you looked up to me<br /><br />i'm sorry for hurting you<br />i wish i could make it up to you<br />just know that i did the best i could<br />and you have taught me well<br /><br />thank you for showing me<br />how to love myself<br />you are the greatest gift<br />and i love you more<br />than life itself<br /><br />i miss you when you go away<br />and i hope to see you soon<br />i want to be your best friend<br />i promise to do my best<br /><br />i want you to feel the joy<br />and love i have for you<br />i want to be the best father<br />i want to be gentle and kind<br /><br />forgive me when i fail<br />and lose my cool<br />forgive me for when i turn away<br />and i can't see you<br /><br />i want you to know<br />that i'm always here for you<br />and i'd do anything for you<br />you are my little angel<br />looking up to me<br /><br />i don't feel worthy<br />of all your blessings<br />but i want nothing more<br />than to be with youjeremy williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17632339397384782959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4746985710413815242.post-41936863726133015382010-08-31T12:46:00.001-07:002010-08-31T12:58:34.344-07:00scrap paperscrap paper<br />i wanna set it alight<br /><br />i wanna drive into the sunset, full speed<br />and sink into the cobalt blue <br /><br />shoot like a star<br />an asteroid falling<br />from heaven<br />down to earth<br /><br />dissolving into dust<br />sparkling <br />for a fleeting moment of beauty<br />before returning to the void<br /><br />a grain of salt in the sea<br />washed up on the shore<br />lost in the sands of time<br /><br />drowning in your embrace<br />lament for my death<br />rotting corpse of grief<br /><br />yet i love the darkness<br />the depth of the ocean<br /><br />the space in which the cosmos shines<br />like luminous beings<br />dancing to the tune<br />of a galactic xylophone<br /><br /><br />yet i feel like a scrap piece of paper<br />falling<br />with the weight of these words<br />trampled<br />dirty<br />frail <br />flammable...jeremy williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17632339397384782959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4746985710413815242.post-11387176546216142962010-06-24T21:23:00.001-07:002010-06-24T21:23:54.609-07:00In the silenceIn the silence<br /><br />In the silence<br />thought waves echo ripples on the ocean of time<br />and in the darkness<br />the moon seeps through the clouds<br />like a faded memory<br /><br />The faces of our ancestors keep watch<br />as we cross the horizon<br />of a new world<br /><br />This realm of vast wilderness<br />and arid consciousness<br />aches for the flow of life<br />like the barren desert thirsts for rain after years of drought...<br /><br />And when the sky cracks with thunder<br />the great spirit weeps<br />and is born again<br />in the fertile soils of the Earth<br /><br />No soul shall perish,<br />yet we mourn the loss of our beloved<br />and rejoice in the beauty of creation<br /><br />As the wheel of life turns<br />we see its path<br />only once it has moved on...<br />over the mountains<br />through the rivers<br />in the depths of our minds<br /><br />and in the silencejeremy williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17632339397384782959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4746985710413815242.post-23185809080633974082010-06-13T22:49:00.000-07:002010-06-13T22:50:52.030-07:00dustdust<br />that's all i am<br />a veil of illusion<br />dissipating <br />and falling back down to the Earth<br /><br />what ever i was<br />is gone<br />...memories<br />...feelings<br />fading...<br /><br />i am learning to let it be<br />no need for nostalgia<br />or stories and labels<br /><br />there is no character<br />no roles and rules<br />only this fleeting moment<br />stained<br />with the dust of yesterday<br />i breath it in<br />i breath it out<br />and wether it was real or not<br />is in the eye of the beholder<br /><br />i stroll down memory lane<br />but nothing stays the same<br />how my life has changed<br />chapters and pages turn<br />another town<br />another home<br />another mirror<br /><br />yet what was i to them?<br />do i punish myself forever<br />for my sins<br />for my selfish need to implode<br />and dissolve<br />like dust<br />in the air<br />in my eyes<br />there are no tears<br />yet i feel the burn<br />of yesterdays dust<br />blurring my vision<br /><br />it's all i have<br />i am running on fumes<br />running free<br />yet powerless<br />and afraid<br />of what is within<br /><br />as i walk<br />i kick up the dust<br />and call out the ghosts<br />of all those i cannot seem to let go of<br />with each yearning thought<br />of lost love<br />of the affection i never received<br />of the boy i never was<br /><br />just empty thoughts<br />like dust in my throat<br />a hint of what might have been<br />who i might be<br /><br />if i were not alone<br />empty handed<br />standing<br />in a cloud of dust...jeremy williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17632339397384782959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4746985710413815242.post-3888922323722987322010-05-23T23:10:00.000-07:002010-05-23T23:15:02.220-07:00ramblinglet freedom reign<br />let freedom rain<br />let it spring up from within<br /><br />when will we realize we are free?<br />and set others free?<br /><br />rather than blaming<br />and expecting others<br />and external situations to "solve" our "problems"<br />or sooth our worries and pains<br /><br />be like a cat<br />purr<br />om<br />sit<br />be<br />and heal<br />yourself<br /><br />and find the source within<br />it is nowhere else<br />yet, within all things<br />but your source is ONLY within YOU<br />so, seek not, but be found<br /><br />and shine through<br />in divine grace<br />and heal us all<br />with a smile on your face<br />and be the change<br />be the peace<br />the love<br />the joy<br />that you wish to see in the world<br />be it<br />a human - being<br /><br />freejeremy williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17632339397384782959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4746985710413815242.post-63990706672371376832010-05-23T23:08:00.000-07:002010-05-23T23:09:08.673-07:00In your handsIn your hands<br /><br />another day at the stock exchange<br />all the rich folks steal your change<br />another tree falls another bomb explodes<br />somebody's profiting, don't ya know?<br />there's blood on your hands!<br />...it's in your hands<br /><br />are you a hamster running on the wheel<br />so high on lies, you can not feel<br />money grows on trees, or so they say<br />they cut them all down yesterday<br />take the blue pill, go back to sleep<br />you wouldn't wanna be a black sheep<br />did you take the bait and sign it all away?<br />your rights and freedoms all for a cage<br /><br />are you safe now, behind your gun<br />put it down because we are all one<br />ya I'm your brother and so is he<br />don't let them tell ya we're your enemies<br />lies<br />lies<br />lies<br /><br />turn the page<br /><br />http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_4092188jeremy williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17632339397384782959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4746985710413815242.post-85413363816398334902010-05-23T23:07:00.001-07:002010-05-23T23:07:56.974-07:00drifingdrifting<br /><br />i gave up<br />i walked away<br />i could not carry the weight any longer<br /><br />i paddled out <br />into the storm<br />no life jacket<br /><br />just paddled until i could paddle no more<br />then i lay in my canoe<br />like a corpse in a coffin<br />i wanted to die<br /><br />but the waves rocked me like a baby in a crib<br />i laid there for hours<br />in the rain<br />waiting to see<br />what the universe wanted for me<br /><br />would i be capsized and drown?<br />would the winds turn me around?<br /><br />would the weight of my burdens carry me down<br />into the abyss...?<br /><br /><br /><br />the sun set<br />the final rays shone<br />and pierced my eyes<br />leading me on<br /><br />i paddled home<br />to apologize<br />for being selfish<br />and creating a storm<br /><br />yes<br />indeed<br />the weather turns bad<br />and lightening strikes<br /><br />but who is it<br />that a spark ignites?<br /><br />and what fire<br />can not the rains squelch<br /><br />for nor reason, nor logic<br />can blame conquer<br /><br />i can't heal the world<br />and i can not bleed any longer<br /><br />the blood<br />and the pain<br />the signs of my wounded heart<br />must i tend<br />and nurture<br />and foresee<br />my mortality<br /><br />and i<br />but a wave<br />in the universal sea<br /><br />now flowing<br />and growing<br />back into<br />divinity<br /><br />and gracejeremy williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17632339397384782959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4746985710413815242.post-55972351413063273662010-04-08T08:33:00.000-07:002010-04-08T08:36:26.407-07:00i am theei am a tree, <br />rooted in the earth, <br />swaying in the wind<br /><br />perhaps shedding some branches in the storm<br /><br />but holding fast to the knowledge<br /><br />that the sun will shine again<br /><br />and the winds of change will rest<br /><br />and i will grow<br />and savor the warmth of summer<br /><br />let me blossom<br />and uphold my glory<br /><br />for this is my purpose<br /><br />to bear the fruit of my labor<br /><br />to offer it freely<br /><br />to those who thirst<br />and hunger<br /><br />to awaken<br />into their own divinity<br /><br />and to find the source within<br /><br />and to see<br /><br />i am theejeremy williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17632339397384782959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4746985710413815242.post-76362217236527620382010-03-10T00:35:00.001-08:002010-03-10T00:36:55.651-08:00I was dancing...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNS86MF9Dss/S5daIJ01TlI/AAAAAAAAEP8/dWO4j3VtryY/s1600-h/galactic+spiral.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNS86MF9Dss/S5daIJ01TlI/AAAAAAAAEP8/dWO4j3VtryY/s200/galactic+spiral.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446921370450873938" /></a><br />I was dancing<br /><br />the sound moved me<br />my eyes were closed<br />my chakras were open<br />I responded to feelings<br />and moved accordingly<br /><br />stretching, reaching up, reaching out<br />into the depths of the galaxy<br />expanding my awareness to encompass the movement of the galactic body<br />interacting with the gravity of earth<br />and all the planets of heaven<br /><br />harmonizing with the song of the universe<br />finding the center<br />in my heart<br />pulling it out<br />molding it in my hands<br />feeling its glow<br />feeling it grow<br />and giving it away...<br /><br />the only thing i have<br />is my center of love<br />my creative awareness<br />now focused on my aura<br />my chakras<br />my energy<br /><br />realizing that the stars above<br />are within me<br />and all that I see<br />when I open my eyes<br />is a mirror<br /><br />so I come back to source<br />and realize<br />I have free will<br />and will is the glue that binds us<br />each and every atom and eve<br /><br />joy is an intention<br />and love is an expression of the divine within us<br /><br />when we surrender to the void<br />when we let go of time<br />we find space to be infinite<br />within our mind<br />which is only one<br />which is birthing new worlds...<br /><br />can you hear your song?<br />is it happy?<br /><br />what you focus on expands,<br />so live NOW<br />with intention<br />wake up<br /><br />and dance!<br /><br />www.jeremywilliams.cajeremy williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17632339397384782959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4746985710413815242.post-90023228132062780532009-11-02T22:01:00.000-08:002009-11-03T00:03:44.902-08:00Crime and Justice, in Canada’s Tar Sands<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNS86MF9Dss/Su_LSjZFHaI/AAAAAAAADtw/Enc-ZX6SZr4/s1600-h/_DSC0131.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNS86MF9Dss/Su_LSjZFHaI/AAAAAAAADtw/Enc-ZX6SZr4/s200/_DSC0131.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399757997839031714" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNS86MF9Dss/Su_KgGWgXII/AAAAAAAADto/dD5tF_pWxtk/s1600-h/_DSC0180.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNS86MF9Dss/Su_KgGWgXII/AAAAAAAADto/dD5tF_pWxtk/s200/_DSC0180.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399757131050146946" /></a><br />Crime and Justice, in Canada’s Tar Sands<br />By Jeremy Williams<br />Freelance photographer, arrested on the Athabasca River along with 20 Greenpeace activists at the Suncor Facility north of Fort McMurray, Alberta on September 30th, 2009<br /><br />“Can you get on a plane today?” was the key question in my discussion with Jessica Wilson, from Greenpeace Canada, “We need a photographer for tomorrow’s action…” I accepted with a mix of excitement and apprehension.<br />“There is a good chance you could be arrested…” she added.<br />I was aware of that risk, but saw this as an opportunity to learn more about the Tar Sands, to see them up close and then share my first hand knowledge of what I consider to be a crime against the planet and future generations. <br />Alberta’s tar sands produce the dirtiest oil on earth and release massive amounts of CO2 emissions - just in the production process alone! The process includes clear cutting Boreal Forest, strip mining the bitumen (tar sand), and dumping 1.8 billion litres of polluted water into tailing ponds every day. These tailing ponds release toxins such as naphthenic acids, trace metals, and ammonia into the environment. A report entitled “11 Million Litres a Day: The Tar Sands’ Leaking Legacy,” released in December of 2008 by Environmental Defence suggests that 11 million litres of contaminated water leak from tailings ponds every day. The report also estimates that over four billion litres of tailings-contaminated water enters groundwater every year. If proposed projects continue, this number would top 25 billion litres per year within a decade. <br />Descending into Ft. McMurray that night was like being cast into hell. Out of the darkness appeared an evil glow, massive flames spewed dark clouds reflecting orange light that pulsated like a breathing beast on fire. Below me streetlights, highways, subdivisions and vehicles were clustered like a glowing beehive.<br />Surely the corporate executives fly in on private leer jets, if at all, because the passengers on board this flight were all middle-class men and women from small town Canada, with no or little retirement savings, coming to work in the oil industry.<br />Nick-named “Fort McMoney”, this town has the feel of a modern gold rush town. But instead of horse drawn carriages, it’s now one tonne trucks and shiny new SUVs. The best and worst of society can be found here: Canadian Heritage, hope, despair, drugs, prostitution, greed, gluttony, suicide. <br />At midnight I was picked up by a hot shot photographer from Greenpeace International. He gave me some bare bones info on what to expect in a few short hours. He showed me aerial photos of the Suncor facility on the Athabasca River that I would be paddling through in the morning. The scale and feel of such a monstrous industrial operation hardly comes through in a photograph…<br /> I laid down on a couch at 2am hoping to catch one good hour of sleep before a chaotic day was to unfold.<br /><br /><br /><br />3am. September 30th, we got up, dressed and went into the cold dark night. We climbed into a car and drove out into the flat country of northern Alberta. Ironically, we met up with several other vehicles at a gas station. As the engines started, the adrenaline began to flow. We were running late, at least an hour behind. The highway was a zoo. The morning rush had begun. Vehicles, like frenzied blood vessels, raced down arteries towards the heart of the beast. We were on the highway to hell.<br />We pulled over onto the side of the blacktop, there were at least 6 cars and trucks in our caravan. We grabbed our gear and ran off into the forest as quickly as possible.<br /> We marched single file into the darkness, without a word. A rough trail led a couple kilometers through dense bush down to the bank of the Athabasca River. The sky was beginning to glow, not just from the gas flares, but with twilight. Faces were now recognizable. We were a global community with accents from Germany, England, Brazil, France, Australia and all over Canada. Because Alberta’s tar sands are the largest capital investment and energy project on the planet, stopping it requires global action.<br /> After a bit of chaos and confusion with gear, we loaded onto canoes and zodiacs and we began our paddle down the river. Team One was away, the rest of us were delayed. I got into what appeared to be a sturdy inflatable zodiac and began a slow paddle downstream. For a short while it was a pleasant journey. The boreal forest was painted in autumn colors. The air was fresh, clean, tranquil and quiet. This was the calm before the storm. <br />The silence was broken by the horrific bang of propane canons exploding every few seconds like gunfire. We were entering a war zone. This was a war on nature. I was told the canons are used in an attempt to scare away birds from the toxic tailing ponds all around us. Miles of wasteland. It was barren, deadly. Then a toxic brew filled our lungs, the putrid smell of tar. We rounded a corner and the “upgrading facility” came into site. This gigantic industrial machine had dozens of smoke stacks with flames flaring into the sky, burning “excess” natural gases, wasting massive amounts of energy and heating up the planet! The bituminous sands industry reported emissions of 28.5 megatonnes (million tonnes) of CO2eq in 2004, 35.8 megatonnes of CO2eq in 2007, and have been projected to be 113.1-141.6 megatonnes CO2eq in 20202 .<br /> Team One was in position. They had paddled ahead, scrambled up the eastern shore and chained themselves to the conveyor belts in the mine. We were glad to hear the news, but our cover was blown. Now Suncor’s security force was awaiting us, trucks were swarming the banks of the river and we were still a kilometer away from the bridge. <br />A Suncor jet boat was on us like a hungry vulture following a weary animal. So much for sneaking in under the cover of darkness…<br />We were now under the surveillance of twenty odd Suncor employees who were anything but polite, indeed they were very rude until a handful of RCMP officers arrived on the scene. Meanwhile, Bruce Cox, the Executive Director for Greenpeace Canada, was juggling three cell phones that were constantly ringing. He and Jessica were being interviewed live on radio stations across the globe. My photos were uploaded via laptop computer to an FTP site for global distribution, and several activists were streaming video their cellular phones. The action was proving effective.<br />The last boat to join the raft of canoes, kayaks and zodiacs under the bridge had brought along the floating banner. Prepared for swimming in a deep river, several activists wore dry suits, but the water was only waist deep making for an easy deployment of the sixty-foot banner that read “Dying for climate leadership”. Many people in First Nations communities downstream, including the Chipewyan, are dependent on fishing in the river for subsistence and are literally dying from rare cancers linked to the toxins that the tar sands leach into the river. Eleven million litres every day!<br /> In 2007, a study by Dr. Kevin Timoney, conducted on the on behalf of the Fort Chipewyan health authority 3, revealed high levels of arsenic, aluminum, chromium, cobalt, copper, iron, led, phosphorous, selenium, titanium, and phenols in the Athatbasca River. High levels of arsenic, cadmium, polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons (PAH’s) and resin acids were found in the sediment, as well as high levels of mercury in fish. Most disturbing are the arsenic, PAH’s and mercury which are linked to cancer, and other deadly diseases. Perhaps the RCMP did not know this? If they did, would they still be coming after us?<br /> Part of the original plan was to blockade the bridge, but that was clearly no longer possible, so after the helicopter had flown over with a photographer and a videographer on board to capture the aerial shots, we decided to call it a day. We began paddling downstream in what became the slowest police chase ever, at least on the Athabasca River.<br /> An hour and a half later, we had only traveled 3 kilometers and our leaking zodiac was taking on water. We stopped to rest on the eastern shore of the river. Other protestors joined us and before we knew it, the RCMP were on board the Suncor jet boat and heading our way. They called out from the boat, “You are trespassing on Suncor’s property, if you do not get back into your boats, you will be charged with trespassing…”<br /> The boat approached the shore as we began climbing back into our zodiacs.<br />Four constables and a dog charged us “You’re under arrest for mischief,” I heard one of the officers yell. They grabbed some of the protestors roughly and pulled them back onto shore in the shallow water. I climbed into my zodiac with Pascale, a videographer, and we paddled out a few yards. I grabbed her video camera and began filming the scene.<br /> “You are all now officially under arrest for mischief, if you do not return to shore and surrender yourselves you will face a second charge of obstruction of justice,” one officer yelled from the shore. Neither Pascale nor I liked the idea of facing either of these charges and so we reluctantly paddled back to shore. The other boat had paddled farther away and did not hear the discussion.<br /> By this time everyone was cuffed and sitting down. My bladder felt like it was going to burst. “Excuse me officer, can I water a bush?” I asked.<br /> “If you do, you will be facing another charge under the Environmental Protection Act,” Was his cold reply.<br /> I gasped, “You’re joking! These guys (pointing upstream to the Suncor facility) dump 1 million liters of toxins into the river every day, and you’re gonna charge me, under the Environmental Protection Act, for pissing in the bush…?”<br /> There was no reply, but a general feeling of anger pervaded our group. If this is not collusion, I do not know what is; A complete perversion of justice. “To serve and protect capitalism,” I thought to myself.<br /> As we were loaded into Suncor’s boat, Bruce Cox asked the officer “Don’t you think it’s dangerous to take us onto the water with our hands cuffed behind our backs?”<br /> “You’re wearing a life jacket,” was his response.<br />Bruce’s personal flotation device was not done up and would not have saved him, had he fallen in.<br /> On the western shore of the river a crowd had gathered. There were now a few more police officers and some bystanders, clearly Suncor employees, because if they weren’t, they too were trespassing. One woman was taking photos of us.<br /> “Officer, are you going to arrest that woman for taking photos too, that’s all I did…” I was not happy that the Suncor employees were given special treatment, clearly there was a different set of rules for them.<br /> An hour later, the third boat was seized and three more activists were taken into custody. We then waited two hours for a van to show up, some of us were lucky enough to wait in the back of the police car and get warmed up as we waited. I was soaked, chilled to the bone and shivering. Warming up in the car helped with the bladder situation too. <br />Jessica still had her cell phone and took several calls from the media. I was wishing I could have photographed the scene. For the most part the police officers were polite and courteous towards us, granted we had done nothing wrong and did not deserve to be under arrest.<br />As we drove across Suncor’s facility, Bruce Cox was on his cellular phone, being interviewed by the media. Other people’s cell phones were streaming video on the worldwide web. When we arrived at the site of the conveyor belt lock down, the police went into a company office where Suncor employees must have shown them the Greenpeace website, because they knew someone had been streaming video from the van and were very upset with us. We were searched, groped and stripped of cell phones.<br />I was aghast, never before had I seen such a disaster zone. The land was dead, carved up, chewed and spat out. Pipes carried the toxins and released them into the air, the water and into tailing ponds, which surrounded us as far as the eye could see- black pools of polluted water by the millions of gallons… Tailing ponds already cover 50 square kilometers of Alberta’s former boreal forest. These man-made tailings ponds are gigantic dams and “If any of these tailings ponds ever burst the world would forever forget about the Exxon Valdez, States Water ecologist Dr. David Schindler. Syncrude’s Southwest Sand Storage (SWSS) Facility is one of the largest dams on Earth, outsized only by China’s Three Gorges dam.<br />I was witnessing a real crime, a dead zone, a festering wound that would continue to pollute the planet with toxins for centuries! Yet Greenpeace was being dubbed the criminal, and our “justice system” was protecting the real offenders! The air was dense and acidic. My heart was heavy with the sight of this menace, this machine eating away at the earth, wreaking havoc on the sky above, releasing a deadly concoction of chemicals into the air that would spell poison for generations to come…<br /> At six o’clock that evening ten of us were taken to the local RCMP detachment and locked up. We were searched again and papers were signed for the confiscation of our materials. For six hours seven men were crowded into one small cell; we were refused phone calls, and refused blankets and food. My clothes were still wet and I could not fall asleep on the cold concrete. The volunteers who had chained themselves to the conveyor belts were brought in an hour or two later. There was twenty-one of us in total.<br />Finally, we were brought out one by one to answer a few questions, phone our lawyers, and then placed into different cells with fewer prisoners. Originally, we thought we’d be released that night, but we waited as a drunk driver came and went. Someone wanted us to suffer, while the real criminals went freely about their business.<br /> I was put into a cell with two other guys and only one blanket. Luckily for me, my cell mates, Tavis (from Calgary) and Johannes (from Germany), were friendly enough to share the blanket. We finally slept for a couple hours, but it proved difficult with the bright lights shining in my eyes. <br /> Sixteen hours later, we were finally given our first meal: one waffle and one coffee each. We pleaded, vainly, for more food. We assumed that by nine in the morning we would see a justice of the peace and be released. But lunch came, then dinner was served - but justice was not. Why were we held so long? Who was calling the shots?<br />I later read about how the Premier, Ed Stelmach might have had a role in our punishment.<br /><br /> Finally, at eleven forty-five pm, thirty-two hours later, I was the last prisoner released. We all had to sign a recognizance form, which included these conditions;<br />***RELEASED ON $500.00 CASH RECOGNIZANCE WITH THE FOLLOWING CONDITIONS:<br />1. YOU SHALL KEEP THE PEACE AND BE OF GOOD BEHAVIOUR;<br />2. YOU SHALL APPEAR BEFORE THE COURT WHEN REQUIRED TO DO SO;<br />3. YOU SHAL REPORT BY TELEPHONE TO THE FT. MCMURRAY RCMP DETACHMENT… ON THE LAST FRIDAY OF EACH MONTH <br />4. YOU SHALL NOT ATTEND WITHIN THE REGIONAL MUNICIPALITY OF WOOD BUFFALO EXCEPT FOR TRAVEL DIRECTLY TO OF FROM COURT AND ATTENDING COURT.<br />5. YOU SHALL CARRY A COPY OF YOUR RELEASE DOCUMENTS WITH YOU AT ALL TIMES WHILE WITHIN THE REGIONAL MUNICIPALITY OF WOOD BUFFALO AND PRODUCE THEM TO A PEACE OFFICER UPON REQUEST;<br />6. YOU SHALL LEAVE THE REGIONAL MUNICIPALITY OF WOOD BUFFALO FORTHWITH AND AS SOON AS PRACTICABLE UPON YOUR RELASE<br /><br />Outside, we were greeted with hugs and food from strangers, and friends. We were free - free to leave the area immediately, or face arrest. So much for a “free country”…<br /><br />I fled for Edmonton a few hours later, thirsty for hope, hungry for justice.<br />I had witnessed an abominable crime. I had lost what little faith I had in my government. I was charged with a criminal offence, but was not sure what crime I had committed.<br />I headed for home in BC to rest and reflect on crime and justice in Alberta’s Tar Sands. Greenpeace occupied another facility in Fort Saskatchewan, Alberta, where 16 more people were arrested. This was their third action in three weeks!<br />The Premier of Alberta, Ed Stelmach decided to mix politics with justice and declared, "We're going to be working very closely with industry and our solicitor general will be reviewing all of the guidelines we have in place and will be reporting back to me." <br />"In 30 years of defending individuals and corporations in this province, never before have I seen such political interference in a case that's presently before the courts," stated lawyer Brian Beresh who is representing Greenpeace and those arrested. <br />The Solicitor General Fred Lindsay suggested protestors (“protectors” sounds better to me), could be tried under anti-terrorism laws.<br />“What he said is that it may be time for us to look at these people as more than just protesters… He wants to make sure justice is served and they’re prosecuted fully under the appropriate Alberta laws,” states Sharon Lopatka, spokeswoman for the solicitor general’s office. <br />My Lawyer Brian Beresh says it best, "… that's exactly what Joe McCarthy did when he spoke about the communists… in the United States, and it was fear-mongering at its highest." Beresh also stated, “Such comments incite hatred toward activists and foment discontent within the public about people who are exercising constitutional rights. It is highly irresponsible for a solicitor general to make those comments publicly…” <br />Now I was beginning to understand why I got such Royal treatment in Alberta.<br />"It caused me to wonder whether or not the premier's comments had that immediate an effect," states Beresh, citing the charges against the activists have been escalating. There were no charges filed after the first protest on September 15 at Shell's Muskeg River oilsands mine. But mischief charges were laid on September 30 at Suncor's upgrader near Fort McMurray – where I was arrested, despite Suncor's declaration it wouldn't seek legal remedy. Break-and-enter charges were laid after the third demonstration in Fort Saskatchewan.<br />As of October 14th, Suncor filed a lawsuit against Greenpeace for $1.5 million dollars it claims to have lost during the occupation on September 30th. The real cost of cleaning up such a toxic wasteland, a polluted watershed and chaotic climate will be paid by our children’s children, and I doubt justice will ever be served in Alberta’s Tar Sands, the most destructive project on earth.<br /><br />© Copyright Jeremy Williams (http://www.jeremywilliams.ca)<br /> <br />References:<br />1.) 11 Million Litres a day: the tar sands’ leaking legacy<br />http://www.environmentaldefence.ca/reports/pdf/TailingsReport_FinalDec8.pdf<br />2.) Bitumen and Biocarbon<br />http://www.globalforestwatch.ca/climateandforests/bitumenbiocarbon/BioCarbon_WEB_LR.pdf.<br />3.) A study of water and sediment quality as related to public health issues,<br />Fort Chipwewyan, Alberta<br />http://www.connectingthedrops.ca/docs/fc-final-report-revised-dec2007.pdf<br /><br /><br /> <br />The crime scene: a few frightening facts about the Tar sands,<br /><br />Deforestation:<br />-According to A new research paper, Bitumen and Biocarbon, by Global Forest Watch Canada, as of June 1, 2009, 68,574 hectares of boreal forest and peatlands had been cleared for oil sands surface mining releasing 77 megatonnes of CO2 . If the total area of natural ecosystems that are planned for removal by oil sands extraction over the next 100 years are “developed” (1,613,887 hectares - 20 times the size of the City of Calgary), 873 megatonnes of CO2 would be emitted into the atmosphere, from deforestation alone.<br /><br />Water:<br />-2-5 barrels of fresh water are used to produce one barrel of oil. Tar sands operations are draining the Peace-Athabasca Delta, which is the collector of more than 1/6 of Canada's fresh watersheds. <br /><br />CO2:<br />(From Bitumen and Biocarbon) Although not all of the biological carbon contained within ecosystems changed by bitumen industrial activities will be emitted into the atmosphere, if all of this carbon (578.9 megatonnes) were emitted, this would amount to 2,121.3 megatonnes of CO2.<br />While this scenario is unrealistic, it nevertheless highlights the significance of potential greenhouse gas emissions from the release of biological carbon stores from those natural ecosystems that will be changed by a full development scenario of the bituminous sands. Our likely estimate of releases under a full development scenario would be 238.3 megatonnes of carbon, 873.4 megatonnes of CO2, or 41.1% of the total carbon contained in the area disturbed by bitumen industrial operations. Over 100 years, this would average out to 8.7 megatonnes CO2 per year, with great variability year-to-year and decade-to-decade. Although reclamation will sequester carbon from the atmosphere, it is unlikely to replace most of the lost biocarbon for thousands of years. Canada’s total emissions for 2007 were 747 megatonnes CO2eq from all sources and Canada’s Kyoto<br />target is 558.4 megatonnes. <br /><br />Tax payers:<br />The Canadian and Alberta governments have announced they would give $865 million tax payers’ dollars to help Royal Dutch Shell build carbon capture and storage facilities for their operations in Alberta's oil sands. Canada is coughing up $120 million from its $1 billion “Clean Energy Fund”, and Alberta is donating $745 million out of a $2 billion carbon capture and storage fund. <br /><br />"We are creating an environmental catastrophe that will take centuries to recover from…if we recover at all." ~ David Suzuki<br /><br />"There is no minister of the environment on Earth who can stop this (oil sands development) from going forward, because there is too much money in it." ~ former Environment Minister Stéphane Dion<br /><br /><br /><br />------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />video<br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_GSHrD9W3U<br /><br />my photos<br />http://picasaweb.google.ca/jeremyseanwilliams/CanadaSTarSands#<br /><br />greenpeace photos<br />http://www.flickr.com/photos/greenpeaceinternational/sets/72157622250648761/show/<br /><br />story published by theleftcoast.ca<br /><br />part one<br />http://theleftcoast.ca/?p=765<br />part two<br />http://theleftcoast.ca/?p=771<br />part three<br />http://theleftcoast.ca/?p=775<br />part four<br />http://theleftcoast.ca/?p=778<br />part five<br />http://theleftcoast.ca/?p=782<br />part six<br />http://theleftcoast.ca/?p=784jeremy williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17632339397384782959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4746985710413815242.post-9205535587992521362009-10-17T10:59:00.000-07:002009-10-17T12:36:02.373-07:00let your soul shineConsciousness and love are synonomous<br /><br />to be conscious, is to be aware of the unity<br />from the experience of unity, comes love<br />complete acceptance of what is, beyond form<br />beyond judgement and projection of the ego<br />and it's perversions and prejudice<br /><br />love<br />is the divine light<br />flowing from within all beings<br />to love oneself, is to love all<br /><br />peace<br />is to abide in the state of being<br />connected to all creation<br />in a state of harmony with the universe<br />singing the one song, the uni-verse<br /><br />the cosmos is a mirror<br />reflecting your inner state<br />which is constant flux<br />the flow of energy<br />the dance of the stars<br />like cells in your body<br />your galactic body<br /><br />emergence<br />all life blossoms <br />form is in flux,<br />metamorphasis<br /><br />evolving at an exponential rate<br />speeding up<br />shifting<br />revealing our true nature<br /><br />love<br />is the light<br />shining into the heart of darkness<br />awakening those parts of the whole<br />that unconsciously harm<br />that do not know love yet<br />for to judge 'others' is to judge oneself<br />for there is no separation<br />no 'in here' and 'out there'<br />no 'you' and 'me'<br /><br />pure being<br />pure awareness<br />is complete acceptance, love<br /><br />the ego is 'self' centered<br />but it's concept of 'self' is illusion, form<br />attachment to form is suffering<br /><br />liberation only comes through finding ones' essence<br />in the ether<br />in the space which holds us all<br />the light that binds us all<br /><br />through this experience<br />we finally hear our heart beat<br />the one heart<br />the one love<br /><br />limitless<br />life<br /><br />let your soul shine<br />let your spirit sing<br />this is the force<br />of all creation<br />let it stem from love<br /><br />be rooted in this divine light<br />and your life will branch out<br />into the heavens<br />and blossom with beauty<br /><br />like bees collecting pollen from a plathora of flowers<br />drawn in by the vibrance of color<br />and the scent of celebration<br />be a messenger of peace<br />be a vessel for divine love<br />falling like rain<br />without prejudice <br />upon all beingsjeremy williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17632339397384782959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4746985710413815242.post-52216279023177571812009-09-11T23:53:00.000-07:002009-09-11T23:54:54.933-07:00amongst the mist and mountains<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNS86MF9Dss/SqtFst0JlII/AAAAAAAADOw/EqKzAlPO7SI/s1600-h/6373_139081195861_656065861_3739337_7428395_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNS86MF9Dss/SqtFst0JlII/AAAAAAAADOw/EqKzAlPO7SI/s400/6373_139081195861_656065861_3739337_7428395_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380470814339077250" /></a><br />Somewhere,<br />amongst the mist and mountains<br />within the ice and the air<br />lies a force that beckons us all...<br /><br />what is this magic<br />that inhabits this land?<br />what is it's true value?<br /><br />such bounty and boldness<br />a mold that casts such beauty...<br /><br />how is this spirit not within us?<br />how can one posses and destroy<br />a spirit<br />which permeates the void?<br />this wild land<br />this wild sea<br /><br />such abundance can only instill a sense of awe<br />creation abounds here<br />beauty beyond belief<br /><br />and yet I sail<br />on the surface of a deep ocean<br />a wealth of wisdom<br /><br />imparting knowledge<br />as the glaciers crumble into the sea<br />the crash of gravity<br />sinking<br />absorbing me<br /><br />white thunder echoes<br />with an icy blue wave<br />rippling out to sea<br />singing out to the universe<br />the one song<br /><br />can't you hear it?<br />howling at your door<br />whistling through your window<br />let it in<br />let it in<br /><br />where are you in this picture?<br />have you opened your eyes<br />to this galactic mirror?<br />have you closed them<br />to find it within?<br /><br />Or are you in limbo,<br />drifting like dust in the wind<br />hoping to land on fertile soil<br />hoping the heavens will rain down<br />and germinate the seeds of your mind<br /><br />yet<br />how can one cast away<br />all they cherish<br />without knowing<br />what will be?<br />what will be?<br /><br />http://www.jeremywilliams.cajeremy williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17632339397384782959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4746985710413815242.post-30181622441661172712009-09-11T12:06:00.000-07:002009-09-11T23:36:00.124-07:00The Ceremony<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNS86MF9Dss/SqtBR-wm0gI/AAAAAAAADOo/pyA8MJe7yZU/s1600-h/n656065861_157957_921.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNS86MF9Dss/SqtBR-wm0gI/AAAAAAAADOo/pyA8MJe7yZU/s400/n656065861_157957_921.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380465956984640002" /></a><br />Let our life be a ceremony!<br />A celebration,<br />A gift to our children<br />of love<br />of hope<br />a beautiful world<br />rich with true wealth<br />the kind that can only be shared<br />by showing we care<br />by giving it all away<br />and knowing that is the way<br />to liberation<br />to glorify creation<br />and to add beauty<br />is to enhance possibility<br />to bestow a world of peace<br />of love<br />and laughter<br /><br />this is my dream<br />let it be<br />let me see<br />it is so<br />and so it is<br />amenjeremy williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17632339397384782959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4746985710413815242.post-77548014150409158122009-09-04T10:01:00.000-07:002009-09-04T10:02:09.692-07:00real<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNS86MF9Dss/SqFICPIa-qI/AAAAAAAADOg/yIvwNuMKNzI/s1600-h/n656065861_157956_739.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNS86MF9Dss/SqFICPIa-qI/AAAAAAAADOg/yIvwNuMKNzI/s400/n656065861_157956_739.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377658633315875490" /></a><br />i should have known<br /><br />i saw light seeping through the clouds last night<br />i was awash in emotion<br />but those words last night...<br /><br /><br />i was very moody<br /><br />i saw a new side of the world last night<br />faces and mirrors<br />masks<br />stories<br />beings<br /><br />clothed in ego<br /><br />divided, yet one<br /><br />i was all of them<br />and found myself humbled<br />naked<br />raw<br />real<br /><br /><br />www.jeremywilliams.cajeremy williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17632339397384782959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4746985710413815242.post-21148243579019244892009-09-04T01:46:00.001-07:002009-09-04T01:50:07.253-07:00reign of time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNS86MF9Dss/SqDUCw-pPMI/AAAAAAAADOY/Vi5AJSUNesM/s1600-h/n656065861_127134_3667.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNS86MF9Dss/SqDUCw-pPMI/AAAAAAAADOY/Vi5AJSUNesM/s400/n656065861_127134_3667.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377531099052850370" /></a><br />I paint this picture of you<br />water color<br />but the tears wash it away<br /><br /><br />evening light casts long shadows<br />in your eyes<br />and the depth pulls me in<br /><br />my heart is in your hands<br />like a lead weight, beating<br /><br />I know it's too much to bare...<br /><br />I know that you aren't there<br />but it's a nice dream<br /><br />a cheap holiday in my mind<br /><br />Heat waves blur the scene<br />a rainbow of colors surround us<br />and the air is sweet<br />wild roses<br />dry grass<br />and a gentle breeze blowing in your hair as we watch the ocean whisper<br />and caress the earth<br /><br />the sky is air brushed with pink cirrus<br />the land scape is water color, pastel<br />dripping off the canvas<br />like tears into the sea<br /><br />I see through the eye of the beholder now<br /><br />i am the painter<br />you, the perfect picture<br /><br />but i can't seem to grasp<br />and I want to drown in you...<br /><br />in the richness of light and color<br />but it fades<br /><br />it dries up<br />and I'm left with a yearning for love<br />a need to be acknowledged<br />i exist<br />do you?<br /><br />I see myself now<br /><br />a lone boy<br />immersed in wonder<br /><br />why is he alone?<br /><br />like a ghost, <br />the world seems to ignore him, elude him, elate him<br /><br />he is transparent<br />he has no parent<br /><br />he has no life of his own<br />but his spirit guides him<br /><br />and with a grain of sand<br />and all it's majesty<br />he walks on<br /><br />into the mystic<br />and picks up a paint brush<br /><br />asking for nothing more<br />than a canvas<br />and some oil<br /><br />sometimes the colors are dark <br />and grey<br />sometimes he cannot say<br /><br />sometimes he wants what is<br /><br />to last for ever...<br /><br />but his canvas is his mind<br />and it dissolves<br />and washes away...<br /><br />in the reign of time...<br /><br />www.jeremywilliams.cajeremy williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17632339397384782959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4746985710413815242.post-32637868338000577062009-09-04T01:22:00.000-07:002009-09-04T01:23:19.576-07:00Scars<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNS86MF9Dss/SqDOcWuTFWI/AAAAAAAADOQ/Sl1m8Vufkew/s1600-h/n656065861_157953_140.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNS86MF9Dss/SqDOcWuTFWI/AAAAAAAADOQ/Sl1m8Vufkew/s400/n656065861_157953_140.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377524941611799906" /></a><br />Judge me<br />scold me<br />knock me down<br />from the pedestal of your design<br />if it makes you feel better...<br /><br />I can only hope<br />that you will look deeper<br /><br />for beyond the surface<br />Lies<br />a sea of me<br />and roses have thorns<br />and I have scars...<br /><br />www.jeremywilliams.cajeremy williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17632339397384782959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4746985710413815242.post-4755782504700166192009-08-08T12:58:00.001-07:002009-08-08T13:02:36.190-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNS86MF9Dss/Sn3ZGUS6NaI/AAAAAAAADKk/3o27dFk6QCo/s1600-h/5813_128561950861_656065861_3549837_5230556_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNS86MF9Dss/Sn3ZGUS6NaI/AAAAAAAADKk/3o27dFk6QCo/s400/5813_128561950861_656065861_3549837_5230556_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367685033445963170" /></a><br />THE MOST PRECIOUS THING<br /><br />Not an object, but your consciousness, the focus of your awareness.<br /><br />Not only is this your most precious thing,<br />but your most important gift to others,<br />the only REAL gift.<br /><br />Rather than the blind pursuit of things, money and experiences,<br />it is the awakening that is your true wealth!<br /><br />No-thing will make you truly happy.<br /><br />It is this realization that opens the door to a new dimension in living,<br />and liberates you from the compulsive, neurotic chaotic state <br />of constant lust for things, <br />such as thoughts, material objects, and situations...<br /><br />This unquenchable thirst for entertainment and the "need" to acquire<br />more stuff is nothing less than an addiction,<br />and it has been ingrained in our society on a subconscious level<br />through constant bombardment of media with a message or an agenda<br />for generations...<br /><br />Group Think.<br />We get labeled a black sheep if we don;t follow the high shepherd<br />to the grazing grounds, big box stores, and shopping malls.<br /><br />We put on egos like clothes saying "this is who I am".<br />When we have never really asked the question of who we truly are...<br /><br />When you reclaim the sovereignty of your mind, you realize that it is the only thing they cannot take away, nor can they value it, it cannot be sold.<br /><br />It is "invaluable".<br />It is Sacred.<br />It is your essence.<br /><br />Not the content of your mind, but consciousness itself.<br />It is omnipresent.<br />It is God,<br />Within you...<br /><br />www.jeremywilliams.cajeremy williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17632339397384782959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4746985710413815242.post-73689791894576767912009-06-23T09:21:00.001-07:002009-06-23T09:22:19.185-07:00in the void, we find life, power, presence...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNS86MF9Dss/SkEBMoWGBHI/AAAAAAAACNU/inv_WxuAK-Y/s1600-h/4591_115434605861_656065861_3299703_4765249_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNS86MF9Dss/SkEBMoWGBHI/AAAAAAAACNU/inv_WxuAK-Y/s400/4591_115434605861_656065861_3299703_4765249_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350559148793005170" /></a><br />the calling of true liberation beckons us<br /><br />but don't get attached to the form of it<br /><br />ie: don't think "once i do this___" i will be free<br />because you can be free FROM stuff, while still having it<br /><br />you do not need to abandon clothes and all your material possessions,<br />you just need to abandon your attachment to them,<br />your identification with them (ego)<br />this can be labeled as "surrender"<br /><br />in meditation,<br />we let go of all concepts and preconceptions of who we are,<br />what "God" is,<br />and why we are here...<br /><br />these are all empty details in a fictional story, based in "time" which is illusion<br /><br />in the void, we find life, power, presence...<br />beyond the idea of separation is your true self, permeating the cosmos<br /><br />liberation,<br />is self realization,<br />god realization,<br />enlightenment,<br />freedom,<br />love!<br /><br />www.jeremywilliams.cajeremy williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17632339397384782959noreply@blogger.com