Random Acts of Transit

Laura. 27. Aspiring writer. Sometimes-nomad. College-town resident. Feminist. Armchair anthropologist. Sort-of sociologist. Everyday mystic. “Retired” Ph.D. student (that means I quit). Currently orchestrating a haphazard move to the largest city in the world, from the nation's most infamous college town.

I regularly smile at the things I can't explain. Life is a Divine Comedy. There's a whole lot more I could say about what I am and the workings of my mind, but I'm pretty sure you're gonna figure it out on your own.

On this blog, you'll be getting a little bit of everything.

Hope that's what you like. :)

I’m inclined to believe that it is the destiny of man to create “Heaven” on Earth. Anytime somebody tries to tell you there are limits to things like human goodness, the vast potential of the “human” spirit, or the magic of unconditional love, try not to believe them. Remember: “as above, so below.”

And as within, so without.

The world you dream of is yours for the making.

Adorable

(Source: pusheen)

"A book is made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts (still called “leaves”) imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles. One glance at it and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time, proof that humans can work magic."

— Carl Sagan (via pavorst)

The scientific viewpoint worldview tells us that events are not organised by any kind of outside force. A coincidence says otherwise; it is like a momentary reprise from chaos.

My own life has been touched often by synchronicity, so much so that now I get on an airplane expecting the passenger in the next seat to be surprisingly important to me, either just the voice I need to hear to solve a problem or a missing link in a transaction that needs to come together….

… I believe that all coincidences are messages from the unmanifest – they are like angels without wings, so to speak, sudden interruptions of life by a deeper level ….

— Deepak Chopra How to Know God (via snortingpixiedust)

The process can’t be rushed;

it can only be surrendered to.

crimewavecunt:

my fucking god

Humans mating. It’s a beautiful thing.

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I feel so overwhelmed by a sense of peace today that I want to cry.

That happens to me sometimes. Has that ever happened to you? What do you do about it?

"The only people who see the whole picture are the ones who step out of the frame."

— Salman Rushdie (via lucifelle)

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"A soul connection is a resonance between two people who respond to the essential beauty of each other’s individual natures, behind their facades, and who connect on this deeper level. This kind of mutual recognition provides the catalyst for a potent alchemy. It is a sacred alliance whose purpose is to help both partners discover and realize their deepest potentials. While a heart connection lets us appreciate those we love just as they are, a soul connection opens up a further dimension — seeing and loving them for who they could be, and for who we could become under their influence. This means recognizing that we both have an important part to play in helping each other become more fully who we are….A soul connection not only inspires us to expand, but also forces us to confront whatever stands in the way of that expansion."

—

John Welwood

(via saras-vati)

Wow. There is so much I would like to say about this, but I won’t. Just that it sounds like the concept of twin flames — a concept which I, apparently, began writing about well before I even heard of twin flames. It wasn’t until after about a year of occasional writing about this phenomenon, privately, that I met another person who understood the idea. And I knew she understood it because she was asking me questions in the exact same words that I had used in my journals. And when I looked up more about “twin flames” on the internet, there they were again — my words, verbatim.

Aaaand I will desist from commentary here because I have just seen a spider crawling up my bedroom wall, above my pillows!

Spiders are the totems of interconnectedness, patience, faith, and all that is written.

Life is trippy sometimes. But it gets more enjoyable when you finally agree to believe. :)

It’s always cool to watch out for electronic snafus.

Like when your volume jumps, or texts get garbled, or your laptop starts loading shit in Chinese, or music stops streaming mid-song, or a song plays twice in a row when it hasn’t been set to do that.

Examples: hanging up the phone from making a date with a former drug addict, and the next song to come on is called “Addicted;” showering before another date (which, by a fortunate series of accidents, never happens) when Pandora suddenly stops playing whatever song WAS on and serves up “Love the Way You Lie;” or your best friend receiving a text message with words you did NOT type anytime within the past few weeks, yet somehow the text names the man you’ll end up sleeping with, for the first time, unplanned, several hours later, and the mutual past-life trauma he’ll inexplicably mumble about when he wakes up the next morning.

Today, it was pretty benign. My phone twice in a row, unprompted, played “As I Lay Me Down” by Sophie B. Hawkins. We’ll see what that’s all about.

“… On a summer evening, I’ll run to meet you barefoot, barely breathing.”

Now, that sounds nice. :)