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Tuesday, November 30, 2010

'conversations' with . . . roni lipstein & aline ohannessian of Santuaire Soul Sanctuaryon 'inner child radio'

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 ~ presents ~


'conversations' with . . .

roni lipstein

aline ohannessian

"the Divine Lights"

 ~ of ~


Sanctuaire Soul's Sanctuary

on

Inner Child Radio


Sanctuaire Soul’s Sanctuary began, in 1991, across the ocean shore, backpacking an adventure of inspired dreams, awakened in the heart, mind and soul of a young, renaissance woman.

Her name, Rhonda Sheryl Lipstein {Roni}, and her dream, her ultimate goal,

“to create a micro-city, a Spiritual Retail Community Lounge, whose sole purpose; to empower Community, our Earth School Family, with the Soul Love of Wisdom and Wellness.         
A Community who thrives on the strengths of each of her inhabitants whilst engaging each of their weaknesses to the point of transformed empowerment.
 A community where the “rich give to the poor” and the unexpected always occurs”….

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http://www.ustream.tv/user/BEingLOVE


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roni lipstein
&
aline ohannessian

"the Divine Lights"

 ~ of ~


Sanctuaire Soul's Sanctuary

Monday, December 6th, 2010

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"BE" Empowered . . . "BE" Enlightened . . . "BE" Embraced


Thank you my Beloved Friends

Blessings and Love to You

just bill

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Friday, November 26, 2010

all it takes . . .







all it takes

all it takes is
a stare
a gesture
a look
a glance by chance
and the brother wants your life

all it takes is
a gun
a uniform
a place in space
where you know no one
and you are ready to kill
at will
children with no face
waste the land that is not yours
but looks the same in this game
a war torn neighborhood
that used to be all good
until  . . .
you . . .
fill in the blanks
thanks

what is it we see
when we come to be a part
of this heart – less ?
or heart none
cold steel gun
a holder
that makes you bolder
to pull that trigger
go figure
i ain’t that . . .
guy
why
for that’s my Son
he may be my only one
or my last one
ain’t no fun
getting dressed in black
with a black heart
to be a part
of some senseless ass going away ceremony
what is your testimony
to you, your self
is that all it takes

and there are those who sit
untouched
yet motivated by your
unsure – ness
blind – ness
weak – ness
sheeple – ness
is that
all it takes

we are fed violence
from the day of our birth
on this earth
as we seek our worth
and our self esteem
yet we dream
of brighter days
brighter ways
but the electric is off Mom
the lights are not on
so we cling to the illusions,
the delusions
be it wrong
that we belong
to some sacred patriotic honorable creed
indeed
is that all it takes
for goodness sakes
the baby inside awakes
and is suffering
and hungry
the inane pain
will never go away
never wane
for you took a life
that was not yours,
but you gladly gave yours away
with some thoughtless act
of jealousy
patriotism
hate
wait
you did not even know the victim
as you followed your dictum
of the stupidity of non being
not seeing . . .
is that all it takes

and this duplication
of stupefied indoctrination
becomes a systemic epidemic
of the lack of “Self Love”
and understanding
Perhaps we should start demanding
get rid of the Video games
that teaches us to kill
at will
Life has no Reset Button
let us begin to see first our worth
on this earth
and there is no reset button for the divinity
you lost
no cross for you to bear
just a truth you fear
that your soul; has been
taken
stolen
broken
and now you think you’re rollin’
in your manhood
for you would be the one
behind those bars for life
wondering
questioning
was that all it took
yes
that’s all it takes

all it takes
is to play that same childhood game
“follow the leader”
but who is leading you
and your thoughts
and to what end
my friend
Patriotism ?
shit, the highest form of Patriotism is to me
and Humanity
for we
are all part
of one reality.
A bullet does not have feelings
or consciousness
but i do
for myself
and you
for i am so much more than this
ill – ness
will less – ness
to think less
and feel more
yes i am so much more
and i want so much more
so did my Son
the Sun of my Joy
My Boy
is Dead
for . . .
that’s all it takes

 

(c)  20 October 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.

'conversations' with . . . Fantasy Artist Christine Von Lossberg on 'inner child radio'

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'conversations' with . . .

Fantasy Artist

Christine Von Lossberg

on

Inner Child Radio



Christine Says


I HAVE BEEN A ARTIST ALL OF MY LIFE, I TAUGHT MYSELF BY JUST TRYING DIFFERENT MEDIUMS AND CREATING DIFFERENT STYLES OVER THE YEARS. I LIKE TO CREATE FANTASY TYPE ART THE BEST. I AM A MOTHER TO TWO WONDERFUL PEOPLE AND A GRANDMOTHER TO FOUR. I AM A NATIVE BORN CALIFORNIAN RAISED AT THE BEACH WITH A LOVING AND CREATIVE FAMILY. HERE IS A LITTLE OF MY BACKGROUND.


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http://www.fantasyartcollection.com/artists/ChristineVonLossberg/




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Fantasy Artist

Christine Von Lossberg

Monday, November 29th, 2010

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"BE" Empowered . . . "BE" Enlightened . . . "BE" Embraced


Thank you my Beloved Friends

Blessings and Love to You

just bill

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Thursday, November 25, 2010

for we are so much more . . .



for we are so much more . . .

i laughed, i cried
i lived, i died
so many times over
every time i realize that i am awake
i get up the courage to go for

the actualization of a better place
that we all have always dreamed of
and what better space should it reside
but in our hearts bathed with our love

i embrace this journey of discovery
so empowering is each step
i am encouraged to joyously saunter
for our joy filled work is not done yet

in the embracing of our perceptions
at times we limit our moments in being
as we acquiesce to the finiteness
and the temporal aspects of seeing

yes we are in truth so much, much more
than what we hold on to and believe
our minds and thought are beyond the universal
there fore we have the power to conceive

for our potential always stands above
that which our lives have humbly tested
‘tis the grandeur of eternity and the infinite
upon which our souls have been vested

so i in all due humility beseech you and my self
that we let go of boundaries, fences and such
let thy definitions evolve as does our lives
let not thy illusion become thy crutch

for we are so much more . . .


(c) 25 November 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.

i am thankful . . . in this moment



i am thankful . . . in this moment


i love Jesus with all my Heart
as i love you
i love Mohamed with all my Heart
as i love you
i love Buddha with all my Heart
as i love you
i love Krishna with all my Heart
as i love you
I love all things
i love Source, God, Creator
as i love you
i love all things
that which appears as Nothingness
i love
that which appears as Abundance
i love
that which appears as Possibility
i love
the Dark
i love
the Light
i love
the Known
i love
the Un-Known
i love

i love LOVE !!!!

i am not defined by my illusions
nor am i defined by my delusions
nor am i defined by allusions
nor those things of the world
nor those things of religions
nor those things of the practices of man
nor those things i perceive as my Spirituality
as an embodiment of source man can not define “Self” within the confined mind of man
i submit and allow that i may be defined by that which is endless and infinite
i submit and allow to the never ending journey we call life
as the flower that blossoms
so do we
for it is the Seed that made this possible
but it was the Fruit that ushered forth the Seed
and it was the Gardener who tilled the Soil
and planted that Seed !
who is this Gardener that created this endless cycle of existential possibilities ?
who is this one that i should offer and submit “Self” to ?
who is this energy that tends the Gardens of our lives ?
do i know who He / She / It is ?

Today i offer in all due reverence my gratitude
for the Gardener
the Seed
the Soil
the Blossom
the Fruit
for i am all these things
all of these things reside in me
and “i” in them
for as is my Source, so am “i”
for beyond the illusions
the delusions
the allusions
we are ONE

we are the embodiment Love
the image of Source reflected upon “IT’s” Self is Love !
and “i” am Love . . .

and . . .

i am thankful . . . in this moment

for life is but a series of moments . . .
appreciate them all . . .
“BE” thankful !


(c) 25 November 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Happy Thanksgiving . . . .



Greetings my Beloved Family,

First of all for us all regardless of our cultural diversity and uniqueness, i wish you all a wonderful day tomorrow and every day. For those who celebrate an actual Holiday, Thanksgiving and those who do not, may your day be one that never ends. To be in a position to be filled with Gratitude and Thanks is a blessing for each of us and the World as well. All too often we must be reminded by way of holidays to embrace our greatest gifts . . . . that of a Caring and Loving Soul. I my self am guilty as charged.

But i simply wanted to take this moment to extend my Heart and my Thankfulness to each of You and Your Families. I celebrate you for just being who you are and as you are.

Do have a peaceful day embracing your own Divinity and the Source of our Oneness as a Humanity that is growing into our potential . . . .  Love.

Blessings to you all . . .

Bill


Sunday, November 21, 2010

shaking the Jell-O



shaking the Jell-o

i am comfortable in my own little world
just don’t shake my Jell-o
you will get me to . . .
wiggling and Jiggling and Squiggling around
and perhaps i will get uncomfortable
as i come to the room temperature of Reality
i will start to melt
and then i will have to reconsider my form
such things as
am i really what i thought i was
did the Mold define me
enhance me
or did it just romance me
into becoming what it wanted me to be

am i defined by the fruit i contain ?
or am i the fruit ?

Now that i think about it
what color am i where do i fit in
i feel like my whole of existence is but for the consuming
am i really Sweet and Popular
does Bill Cosby really like me
or is he too but a corporate puppet utilized to push an agenda
am i supporting this indoctrinated mindset by going along
without doing some shaking of my own
but what can i shake
stir up, change
affect to effect

All the children love me
and i too love them
which is why i give them these sugars
to bring smiles
albeit there are concerns
for which we should discern
about what becomes learned . . .

yeah i got my Jell-o shaking now
and i am melting the more
with the effort i give
losing my character
or the illusions thereof
i am what they made me to be
Sweet and Sappy and Syrupy forgetfulness
of our Moments
our Nows
as the world of all the Sugar Junkies we call children forget
where true happiness lies
in the embracing of each other’s hearts
the smiles
the Joyful Playing
in the naturalness of things
of life
kissing the Sun,
the Moon
the Stars, the Butterflies and Rainbows and Tree and Flowers . . .
but most of all . . .
kissing the grandeur of all sweetness . . .
Life !
the life i see in your eyes
the twinkle
the jiggle of joy as we dance
to the music of being
feeling the Rhythms of Creation

as we shake our Jell-o



(c) 21 November : William S. Peters, Sr.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Miles of stillness



miles of stillness

here i sit in a sort of quiet stillness
Miles is caressing
tickling my consciousness
intriguing me to listen

The soothing notes of contemplative softness
releases my pensiveness
and i sigh

there are no whys anymore
pulling at me
prodding and poking me
to engage,
i am just being
the flow

the darkness i embrace . . .
embraces me
in it’s unknowing
but yet to be discovered wonder . . .
i do no longer stumble
for i am in quiet stillness
listening
to the heart beat within me
keeping pace
in a place
called “MY Space”

i hear
i watch
my breath
coming . . . . going
sowing light,
the light of peace without cease
connecting to my greater self
found in things . . .
all of them

i can not hear
but i can see the noise of thought
vying for my attention
i smile at her incessant beckoning
seeking her own reckoning
in the dance of subterfuge
again i smile
and i recline
to the midst of these lines
i lay down
for Miles’ horn owns me now
and i am drifting in “A” minor
as a major “Unmovement”
in stillness
Miles of stillness


ADDENDUM

the cessation of my desires
has released my peace
i smile
yet again
for i am no longer a captive
i watch my driving wants
being driven away
along the dry River Bed
in my
Miles of stillness

i languidly lay here, prone
with no agendas
but that of my pen
and the untethered expressions evoked
and this place of revokedness
is no longer on the map
of my now boundary-less self
yes
in and with my
Miles of stillness
there no “BE” longing
or longing
no right
 or wronging to be done
in this non place
that requires no definitive description
of being
of . . .
Mile of stillness




(c) 20 November 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.

a requiem for a day of love . . .



a requiem for a day of love . . .


The morning Sun burns brightly,
bathing me in it’s warmth.
The Trees of the Wood are awakening,
to reach for the Heavens once more.
The Birds begin their Song of Celebrance,
singing of Life’s utter grandeur.

and i, i am a witness to this glory . . .
a requiem for a day of love.

I hear a gentle breeze,
caressing the leaves.
I see the shadows dance across the field,
for their time for play has come.
The Crow caws across the semi still morning,
and the creeping ones of the Earth,
stir about with the rhythms of the Mother.

and i, i am a witness to this glory . . .
a requiem for a day of love.


The Flowers slowly open their petals,
that they may impart their blissful fragrance,
to the world of us all.
The Morning Breeze becomes urgent,
can you hear her call?
Why even the vagrant Weeds are dancing,
without a fall, as they too paint a picture,
upon the landscapes of life.
They hear the music, can you ?

and i, i am a witness to this glory . . .
a requiem for a day of love.

The Butterflies flittered and fluttered,
across the grass,
while the Bees began to awake,
and commence to collect,
their bountiful “Rent of Love”,
As the Squirrels foraged as Squirrels do,
mixing the play of Limb Jumping with their work.

and i, i am a witness to this glory . . .
a requiem for a day of love.

i saw the Worm slowly inch himself,
across the ground,
gladly offering himself for Breakfast.
The Flies a flying ,
and the Crickets still crying,
as did my Heart full of understanding,
for Life has embraced me in Light.

and i, i am a witness to this glory . . .
a requiem for a day of love.


~ wsp ~

© 2008 : William S. Peters, Sr.

Friday, November 19, 2010

self turned . . . . the Video


self turned . . . .



self turned . . .

i have been Accused
i have been Tried
i have been Convicted
i have been Sentenced
i have been Condemned
all by my own choosing . . .
“Self” has turned on me
“dimed” me out
why . . . i don’t know
i trusted him with my life
like a brother
just like he was my own
and he turned on me

i mean we shared everything together
we were the same Mind
the same Heart Beat
the same Breath
when you saw him . . .  you saw me
we were inseparable . . .
or so i thought
“Self” has turned on me

Over the years i have cared for him
i have fed him
we have dined at the finest restaurants
ate the most exotic foods
drank some of the finest wines
together
i have nurtured him
i even gave in to his small petty bullshit demands
i tolerated him
i clothed him
i even brushed his teeth and wiped his ass
i took him for walks
even though he did not really appreciate them
but i did it for his own good
we danced together
sang together
played together
i took him shopping
i even allowed him to be wasteful
and purchase so much shit we did not need
nor want
nor appreciate my sacrifices
many times
and
“Self” has turned on me

i have taken that asshole traitor on Vacations
to exotic places
introduced him to women
and good friends
i thought we were having fun
together
i even taught him to try different things
why, i even taught him to read and write
i have sat up long nights keeping him company
discussing all his vexations
and foibles
when he was down on him self, it was i who picked him up
encouraged him
dusted him off
i supported him in every way i could
and this is how this ungrateful bastard repays me
yes . . .
“Self” has turned on me

perhaps that is why they call him “Selfish”
for it seems in the end all he does care about is him self
but what about “me”
i have shed tears for him
i have laughed with him
i even embraced his issues
and his problems
and his trials and tribulations
as my own
i even shared his Joys
and his laughter
and his smiles
when he was happy . . .
i was happy
wait until i see him
he is a superficial
self delusional
self justifying
self edifying
self praising
lazy  no good for nothing . . .
“Self” has turned on me

No , , ,  Wait . . . .
i can not allow my “Self” to go out like this
Me, i am loving
i am kind
so i shall
i must forgive him
for all of his transgressions
past
present
and those to come
for
i am a loving God Created Divine Entity
i can not grow as long as i embrace this attitude
if i come to hate . .
what would become of me ?
perhaps i will just seek “self” out
and sit in silence with him
perhaps this is the time he really does need me
perhaps he too is hurting
and truly in need a friend
a hug
a smile
perhaps
i know we are truly brothers
perhaps we are truly one
Yes,
let me reach out
yes, though “Self” has turned on me
i am encouraged
for i am blessed
i can bring Goodness to this situation
i can bring Love
i can bring Hope
i can bring Joy
for . . .  “I AM”
yes
for when Self turned on me
i turned on “Self”
and now we shall come together
in love of “Self”
for when “Self” turned on me
my eyes have opened
and i shall turn on Self
as
self turned . . .

(c) 19 November 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

"inner child radio" presents : "Conversations" with Dr. Pamela Nine

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presents



'conversations' with . . .

Dr. Pamela Nine

Internationally Acclaimed

Psychic, Medium, Counselor and Spiritual Teacher

on

Inner Child Radio




Pamela Nine, Ph.D., is internationally known as a "Messenger of Spirit" and highly acclaimed Psychic, Medium, Counselor and Spiritual Teacher. She has been in the wellness profession for more than
twenty years, and is the Owner of Nine Wellness Centre, located in
Knoxville, TN. She is a Board Certified
Demapigmentologist, holds a Doctor of Philosophy Degree in religion and
specializes in Educational Programs and Intuitive, Grief and Spiritual
Counseling.



http://www.pamelanine.com

http://www.ninewellnesscentre.com


Join us . . .

"conversations" with


Dr. Pamela Nine

Monday, November 22nd, 2010

7 PM until 8 PM . . .Eastern Standard Time

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the Saints Walk By



the Saints Walk By

the Saints are walking in the Holy Parade
playing the music we hear
whispering and singing and shouting and screams
within our dreams
wanna play ?
charades is the game of choice
in this game we call life
i pick up the blade, the knife
i attempt to consciously disengage
my consciousness . . .
the Spider Web of Doctrines and Beliefs
and the Foods of my Ancestors . . .
have i overeaten ?
they do say you are what you eat
but . . .
what was in that Casserole ?
my stomach hurts mommy
here she says . . .
take another pill
it will be all right in a little while
i trusted her
i trusted in the intentional goodness
and i am now contentionally weeping
in my soul
seeking resolve
as i evolve

the next day i fell
i skinned the knees of my divine self
i bled
they gave me a Band-Aid and some orange stinging liquid
that shit hurt !
must we be pained to heal ?
yet i am still bleeding
and the blood pours forth every day
by now i should be dead
for i have been bleeding it seems
since the beginning of time
my hands have been pierced in the palms
i can no longer grasp any truth
or any thing else for that matter
yes, i too bear a cross
upon which many times over i have been nailed
i look down from my perch of forsaken-ness
and i see yet still
the Saints Walk By


(c) 17 November 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.

Monday, November 15, 2010

“i am” the greatest



“i am” the greatest

the greatest obstacle i will ever face
is the one i create in me
the greatest gift i will ever have
is when i open my eyes to see
that life is filled with wonder
and a grand possibility
that we have the choice of what we deem
to be what we wish to be

(c) 15 November 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

beaches of existence



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i was walking along the beaches of my existence
contemplating my shore and my Seas of deep
as i realized how far i have come and gone
i just stood and i started to weep

once again i have been delivered
to the safe harbor of dry land
i look to the Heavens with gratitude
for here is another day and i stand

i know once again i shall embark
on yet another journey, another quest
i pray that i may gather my light
as i enter thy dark with my best

i will don my armour of hope
to discover things i know not of
i shall depart with the zeal of the Midnight Stars
and give my light to the night with love

as you stand on the beaches of your existence
can you hear the Ocean’s mythical song
come with me and we shall quest as One
and let us fill our cup with that which we long

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