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"Angel's Speak!" Postcard
10/6/1998
Copyright 1998 Rob Brezsny
"Prayer for You"
Believe it or else, beauty and truth fans, it's time for a prayer for
YOU. A prayer to end all prayers. A prayer for everything you've never
asked for before, because you weren't sure you deserved it. A special,
no-nonsense, hype-free prayer exclusively for you--in the most unselfish
tone of voice I've ever mustered.
Ready?
I am starting to pray right now to the God of Gods, the God beyond all
Gods, the Girlfriend of God, the Teacher of God, the Goddess who
invented God, and what I pray is:
Oh Goddess Who Never Kills But Only Changes:
I pray that my exuberant, suave, and accidental words might move You to
unleash ferocious blessings on all the beauty and truth fans who've
tuned in.
I pray that You'll grant them what they don't even know they want. Not
just the boons they think they need but everything they've been afraid
to even imagine or wish for.
Oh Goddess, You Wealthy Anarchist Burning Heaven to the Ground:
The divine chameleons out there in sacred space don't even know they're
crazy. Please use Your blinding magic to help them see they're all
wildly creative geniuses too big for their own bodies.
Guide them to realize that they're all completely different from what
they think they are and more exciting than they can possibly imagine.
And make it immoral, illegal, irrelevant, unpatriotic and totally
tasteless for them to be in love with anyone or anything that's no good
for them.
Oh Goddess You Sly Universal Virus with No Fucking Opinion:
I beg that You help all the personal growth-addicts that are reading
this prayer to be disciplined enough to go crazy in the name of creation
not destruction.
I pray that You teach them the difference between self-destructive
self-control and liberating self-control.
Awaken in them the power to do the half-right thing when it's impossible
to do the totally right thing. Arouse the Wild Woman within them--even
if they're men.
Give them bigger, better, more original sins and wilder, wetter, more
interesting problems.
And oh Goddess You Pregnant Criminal Who Scorns All Mediocre Longing:
Inspire all the original sinners out there to love their enemies in case
their friends turn out to be jerks.
Provoke them to throw away things that make them believe they're better
than everyone else.
Show them how much fun it is to brag about what they can't do and don't
have.
Most of all, brainwash them with Your freedom, so that they never love
their own pain more than anyone else's pain.
Oh Goddess, you Psychedelic Mushroom Cloud at the Center of All Our
Brains:
These budding Demeters and Innanas and Buddhas and Christs deserve
everything they need and much much more.
Please arrange for a racehorse to be named after them, or a boulevard or
river or thousand-year-old storm on another planet.
Help them win the battle against time, and learn to talk the language of
the most scientific angels, and master the zen of temper tantrums, and
get a fabulous mommy and daddy in their next incarnation.
Teach them to push their own buttons and unbreak their own hearts and
right their own wrongs and sing their own songs and be their own wives
and save their own lives.
Bless them with lucid dreams while they're wide awake and solar
energy-operated sex toys that work in the dark and a vacuum cleaner for
their magic carpet and a knack for avoiding other people's hells and a
secret admirer who's not a psychotic stalker and a thousand masks that
all fit their face perfectly and their own 900 number so that everyone
has to pay to talk to them.
Oh Goddess, you Dumb Fast Infinitely Wide River of Electricity, You
Smart Slow Smoldering Lump of Angel Fat Left Over from the Big Bang, You
Ghostly Snake Who Loves Inventive Tragedy and Sophisticated
Superstition, You Cool Furnace That Incinerates the Props of Our
Nightmares Much Too Slowly, You Creator of Happy Purgatories Where
Impeccably Unironic Apocalypse Salesmen Preach Christian Satanism and
Rosicrucian Baseball Players from the Middle Ages Dream Politically
Cracked Dreams That Reveal the News in More Exact Metaphors Than Any
Newspaper:
I pray that You provide all the global village idiots that are reading
this prayer with a license to bend all laws, rules, and traditions that
keep them apart from the things they love.
Show them how to purge themselves of the wishy-washy wishes that keep
them distracted from their divine desires.
And teach them that they can have anything they want if they'll only ask
for it in an unselfish tone of voice.
Oh Goddess Who Gives Us So Much Love and Pain Together That Our Morality
is Always on the Verge of Collapsing:
I beg You to cast a spell to nullify all bad spells that have ever been
cast on all the beautiful love geniuses out there.
Remove, banish, annihilate, and laugh into oblivion any jinx that has
clung to them no matter how long they've suffered from it, and even if
they've grown accustomed or addicted to its ugly companionship.
Conjure an aura of protection around them so that they will receive an
early warning if they're ever about to act in such a way that would
attract another hex or plague or voodoo into their lives.
And now, dear God of Gods, God Beyond All Gods, Sister Lover of God,
Mother of God, Goddess who invented God:
I bring this prayer to a close, trusting that in these mysterious
moments You have impregnated the dream glands of all the beauty and
truth fans out there with the most compassionate lust and smartest love
You can imagine.
And if there is anything I've forgotten which will help their cause,
please flash it into my imagination in the coming days and months and
decades, and motivate me to perform any tricks or carry out any project
that will encourage an abundant flow of sweaty creativity to flow
through them, inspiring them to become more wildly disciplined,
erotically feminist, aggressively sensitive, demonically compassionate,
ironically sincere, lyrically logical, insanely poise, orgiastically
lucid, macho feminist.
Amen. Awomen. Ommmmmmm and halle-fucking-lujah.
There you have it, beauty and truth fans. A personalized prayer just for
you. A prayer that'll probably come true simply because you didn't even
ask for it.
You may now kiss yourself on your own lips.
^i^'s END
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I
e-mailed Rob to get permission to print his prayer....
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Faith,
Thank you for your kind inquiry. You are welcome to repost Rob's
"Prayer for You" on your site, as long as you do include the
"copyright 1999 by Rob Brezsny" tag. If you'd like to
additionally link to www.realastrology.com,
we'd be most grateful.
Best of luck to you.
Namaste,
Gretchen Giles
Real Astrology
now www.freewillastrology.com
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I am feeling as if Rob's prayer is just the thing I need to
'kick-bottom'. I pray it works for me.
I find it interesting that I received Rob's Prayer the day a
'professed Christian' told me she 'still' loved me, but "New Age IS
THE HARLOT". At the time I just laughed and said, "Yup, that's
where I want to be hanging out --when Christ comes round, cause he likes
them harlots!" But I was deeply hurt.
She said this in Dawn's kitchen (my sister who is studying to be an
Episcopal Priest) perhaps so I could hear Dawn say, "I consider
someone who would break into tears apon hearing one person refer to
another person -as a nigger- (as i had just done) --A person who IS a
true Christian." Now see, I consider this part of myself, too soft,
a weakness.
Honestly, I have a real problem --when 2 women un-subscribed from my
"angel's speak !" after crow wisdom (see below) came out. Why
do I care what people 'think' so much. I mean one woman even said,
"I know you are coming from the highest place... but..."
So my prayer for me, is to stop being so pig-headed and accept help
where it hurts! To allow myself to speak my heart even if my whole list
un-subscribes. To let it be ok if I never 'help' another person again
and just paint and sculpt and write for the rest of my life. To go to
the mountain if it calls. To love whom ever I choose just because I love
them. Even if that makes me a nun, a bride of the divine. This is
perhaps more upsetting to folks than promiscuity. And gee, I don't even
need to die to have it all -- (this is the new age harlot part) -- No
waiting! No suffering! To let it be OK to NOT want a Corvette, but a
Truck! To not want high heels and houses, but dusty sandals and
adventures with wildness. Not just to 'speak about crow' but to BE crow
and further to tell you about snow leopards. To give to myself, my life.
To liquidate my Taurus Treasures and be free of material burdens. To
look at the world from my Childs eye. To express what I feel. To find
joy. " A mama e"
It is Flown!
Sincerely,
Faith
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Angel's Speak!
Published By Faith
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Letter From Your Editor:
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Dear Fellow Travelers,
As a tiny child in downtown Denver I would stumble over many injured
crows. They all received the warm paper towels and pan with lid -cure.
(see Bio: http://www.2angels.net/wisdom_faiths_bio.htm
) All recovered and in my later years, crow gave itself to me as one of
my totems. Today crow remains my most significant physical sign post.
When he physically appears in my life, I pay attention. This last week
was filled with crow --ending with more than fifty perched on my roof
for hours, talking.
You know me, gentle, faithful reader... I never name the Angels! (I will
go into the why not's later, as there are many.) Those of you whom have
had readings or have literally begged through e-mails for me to 'name'
your Angels, have been disappointed. Some have understood the reasons
why and have had greater success with your personal angels because of
this.
I can count on one hand the number of times, someone's angel has said,
"Tell them my name." These are always very special
circumstances and it follows that those persons have the ability to not
make, that one being, 'more special' than any of their other angels. I
am sure this is why, they are given the information.
This past year has been ground breaking in so many ways. It makes
perfect sense to me, that this "Angel's Speak!" has requested
I name -names. So it is with full heart that today I name the angelic
beings speaking as simply...
"Crow Wisdom."
Sincerely,
Faith
(Please remember that these are my beings, speaking to me. I share with
you in order that someday, you will share what your angels are saying to
you.)
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^i^'s Speak...
Submitted by
Faith
You find yourself drowning once again in the 'river of tears'. You own
all those feelings and thoughts as your feelings and thoughts. Those of
you who are so ultra-sensitive could actually drown in the sorrow of the
planet, at this time.
This river says to you, "You are a failure! You should feel guilty,
worthless, useless, helpless and confused! But most of all, you should
feel hopeless! FEEL AS IF THERE IS NO HOPE!"
Now, you know it is not true.
This should be your clue that these are not your thoughts and feelings.
Not your depression, not your sorrow! YOU KNOW BETTER! You know what you
have accomplished, you know your true value, you know this is not you.
It is a measure of the power of 'the river of tears' that it could
so, over-come you, at this time. You need to work as hard as you have
ever worked to jump-out-of this stream of consciousness. This
river of the darkest thoughts and the deepest doubts, the saddest
feelings, the war of wars, the collective un-conscious of Earth.
EXAMINE YOUR VIEWPOINT!
Do you see only out of your physical eyes, looking closely at only the
first 6 or so feet off the ground? Through eyes conditioned to only see
in certain ways? To take information received in this manner and run it
around a conditioned mind, trained in logical skills to own all thoughts
and feelings as your own. To SEE in earthly ways?
When you see yourself through these eyes and compare yourself to these
standards and own these sad feelings, then there is nothing left but,
hopelessness! Part of the conditioning is designed to keep you always
missing something. ("It is never enough, there is always
lack!") ("Always greener someplace else!") ("Always
wrong!")
Or...
Can you remember with your seventh chakra, the heavens? Can you expand
up, into the feeling of being a divine 'cat whisker'? Feel with the EYES
of your highest self. Feel up into the excitement of the wind as you fly
and never leave your body.
See through your many other eyes.
Come.
Relax your physical. Breathe and allow your greater mind a soaring
pleasure. A relief from constant torture of yourself, by your thoughts.
Breathe.
Feel up into ever widening spaces of silence and peace.
As your essence settles deep with in you. It is ok to relax. To stop
pressuring your-self till you are so restricted 'you' ceases to exist.
Feel, the sky, from the depth of yourself. Drop the body into deep rest
and allow your quick mind to reach out into the wings of us --as we fly.
Fly as one mind...
into the fall, the harvest, the greater gifts you have grown.
Let all else fall like a lost feather, away, spiraling away. Breathe.
Your belief --are the eyes you see with from here. Do you deserve total
flight? Can you be crow? Can you scatter beliefs like feathers and soar
thoughtless with us? Listen, listen; To your wings as they pump on the
air, stroke, sail... stroke.
Pay attention, far seeing eye. See only the brightest, the sparkle. Go
there. Not because you must. But for pleasure, for soaring delight and
the wonder of new. Go with no judgments, no expectations. Go only for
the going. Go because it feels good to your winged mind to go.
Go to release the tension in your wondering. As you feel worthy to
strongly stroke the air and rise above your worldly trouble. To release
the burden of the grief you suffer so from. To know the above, the above
from which all swift understanding sends it's beams to warm your small
sad human beating heart.
To see your crying heart as river connected to river to river to sea.
And you --you rise up to the air. A tear to be cried by a greater cloud.
You are not your heart, sweet wing. You are not your body. You are not
your tear. You are not your wing!
You are... we.
And we are flying free. It is ok to come. To cease to cry. To simply
fly. And to cease to fly and become the very air to soar apon. To be
stroked. You are not your body, you are spirit. ... and spirit never
dies. Spirit seeks it's own freedom. Come fly in 'this' river, 'this'
night time sky!
And when you face the bottom 6', when you are looking in someone's eyes,
pay attention to the watcher part of yourself. The crow on the upper
branch behind and above your mind. Simply be aware and hold the higher
space. It will clarify many things for you. (That watcher crow with the
keen eye.) And that clarity you can believe in. You can trust your
higher self. You are your own answer! You deserve to be your own belief.
You are worthy of the sky. (Just the way you are!)
Be the brightest sun in your universe.... again.
Remember. Remember what you believe.
Because the time comes AGAIN to expand your beliefs.
To stretch and soar your spirit... once more.
To take upper-mind-wing and fly.
Even, as you sit, in rush-hour traffic.
Even, in the bottom 6.
Be the sky. So high
it is only the sparkles-
that capture your mind's eye.
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