Real friends are friends ALWAYS, even if sometimes there is a misunderstanding through electronic media. It amazes me how careless we are sometimes in interpreting what intentions, inflections, or tone of voice, etc, has come with the words we receive through SMS, chat or email....
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I saw Life of Pi 3D last night. I was a bit disappointed. There were some visually stunning scenes in the movie and the story was quite fantastic. The Narrator does a great job and so too does the young boy who plays the main...
Joe Rogan interviews Graham Hancock who is a British writer and journalist. Hancock specialises in unconventional theories involving ancient civilizations, stone monuments or megaliths, altered states of consciousness, ancient myths and astronomical/astrological data from the past. One of the main themes running through many of...
What salt block pyramids taught me about the secret of life
posted by: Paul Rodney Turner
October 31, 2012
I dreamt of great pyramids last night. These were not your ordinary granite block pyramids, like the ones found in Egypt, but were built with perfectly cut cubes of pink, white and flecked crystal salt. They were spectacular. I was traveling with a group of...
Ever since learning about Alex Grey’s magical art and his appreciation for Damanhur I became obsessed with the idea of one day visiting. Well, on my recent tour of Europe I got to do just that. It was only for the day, but it was...
Elucidating systematically, from a diametrically-opposed paradigm, I opine — albeit — ostentatiously, that your fundamental cerebral faculties, including the Wernicke’s and Broca’s area of the left hemisphere, are abhorrently inept in fathoming the amplitude and luxuriance of this consummate grandiloquent proclamation of unparalleled eloquence. (c)...
The Song of the Food Yogi (POEM)
posted by: Paul Rodney Turner
April 17, 2012
As the soft blue water folds beneath my feet, I contemplate my good fortune and beg not to repeat, The failures of the past in a journey so long, There’s just too much to tell in this very short song. Holding my hands high, I...
As I wear my colander, I begin to reflect, on the fact that my head — now does not sweat, “Oh what a relief,” I shout to the world, As my joy reaches the heavens and my soul unfurls. Like a lovely bud — of...
The Inner Artist (POEM)
posted by: Paul Rodney Turner
February 7, 2011
By Paul Turner (6/2/2011 Sydney, Australia) The artists’ quest to explore the heart, To learn of Self – sets them apart, From the fodder of public and depravity, Who wallow in arcades of debauchery. Surrendering their souls to the noble truth, That life is for...
Awareness By Paul Turner (31/1/2011 Balmoral Beach, Australia) Repeating patterns in the yellow sand, Dominant Sun from where I stand, Enlightenment possible – no doubt therein, Removing refuse from the history within. To be aware of actions and behaviors – so swine, To acknowledge your...