Euphrosene Labon

Yesterday, a veil of sadness seemed to cloak me for a good part of the day. I believe it was Ma, as the Credo played in my head on and off, also for most of the day.

Yet there was also a collective sadness for the death, from carbon monoxide poisoning, of a young journalist, who passed away barely two months after her wedding. Although I knew the name, my only contact with her was providing her with a website with Bible readings for her wedding.

The real sadness though came from Ma, whose soul I had hoped would be completely free from earthly ties. Maybe this dreadful discord is keeping her earthbound? It is certainly tasking my ability to love. And this too kept popping into my head:

"Love is patient; love is kind and envies no one. Love is never boastful, nor conceited, nor rude; never selfish, not quick to take offense. There is nothing love cannot face; there is no limit to its faith, its hope, and endurance. In a word, there are three things that last forever: faith, hope, and love; but the greatest of them all is love."

Meanwhile, this caught my attention:

"…a lonely and desperate figure prone to extraordinary and frightening fits of temper, lashing out without warning and at the slightest provocation."

Gordon Brown, according to Andrew Rawnsley.

On another note, the shenanigans of the famous get more prurient attention than ever. But are they really to blame for having sex with anything that moves?

An increase in sexual energy seems to be a by-product of intense focus on whatever one´s discipline is. It is a real paradox when meditating, and involves mentally shifting the energy back up the chakras. … which is what true spiritual leaders should aim for - purifying their energy flow. Which is why I don´t believe they should marry.

But back to Tiger Woods et al: most of these celebs seem to pick real lowlifes - as if they realise it is just a release of potential (excess) energy.

Spent this afternoon watching BBC iPlayer, catching up on Light Fantastic, and a truly remarkable documentary from Storyville called The Most Dangerous Man in America.

Vietnam, like the IRA, was a dark undercurrent when I was growing up. And now, even a documentary can transport me back, pitchy-patchy scenes from my life popping into my head.

However that particular documentary also rammed home how successive governments lie through their back teeth to achieve dubious ends or not lose face, even if it means death and destruction for thousands upon thousands of others. A lesson for today with Iraq, Afghanistan and now Iran in `their´ sights.

You don´t have to be a conspiracy theorist to realise when you are being sold a pup - and not the cute variety.

Euphrosene Labon Mind Body Spirit Artist Author Writer

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Twice in my life, during my young and beautiful days, I was asked to be a `high-class´ call girl. The first guy who suggested it was someone I had worked with at Rank Xerox. He knew people who would pay huge amounts and it would all be very `classy´.

Since he also had a line in porn videos at that time, I took him at his word. And no, I didn´t remotely consider it. Not even for half a nano second.

The second time, the guy was someone I met through business networking, during the last recession. He used to be a millionaire but lost it in those troubled times.

I too was in desperate financial straits but politely turned him down. The thought of physical relations with some would be a no-no even if they were the last man on the planet. Money would be the very last reason for having sex with someone - and that was before my spiritual epiphany.

That is not intended as criticism of those who use their bodies as last resorts. Sad, but understandable.

Meanwhile, how do we define love? The earthly variety, that is. Paying lip service is not love. Anyone can say `I love you´. The proof is in the action. Proactive not reactive. Duty is not love unless it is done without prodding. Meaning to show one cares, that they are in mind. It´s probably too late to change, so I shouldn´t still care. But I do.

Euphrosene Labon Mind Body Spirit Artist Author Writer

Euphrosene´s Gallery of Contemporary Spiritual Art & Cartoons

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Tues 1: Perhaps it is wedding vibes but love has been playing with my mind for days. Yesterday, it was as if I was tuning in to someone who also felt parted from and thwarted by missed love.

As I typed those words (on 31st pm), I had a real mistrust and dread thudding in my gut, that desire was going to bring another awful love like STM. Or even, God forbid, that he would reappear in my life, as he once threatened/promised. That whole episode was as if I was bewitched and unable to control my mind, while still observing myself in some curiously detached manner, until overwhelming passion threatened to break me. Never again.

There has also been another recurring energy - to do with the Irish. Or an Irishman. Not at all sure what that relates to.

In 1988, I had very clear dreams - which I ignored. Perhaps from a misguided feeling that I could remain in control. I did, up to a point, but the pain was startling and it took months for me to really recover. If anything is about to happen, there have been no dreams to guide me or warn me so far.

There has also been a continuing spiritual quandary: the more evolved, the less one is supposed to desire. The evolved soul trusts and allows. Yet in allowing and not focusing on manifesting a desire, I seem to be stuck in this long-running loop of creativity without earthly fulfilment. I seem to be living on promises. So why don´t I just work on manifesting?

Therein lies the rub. But my everlasting soul just about has the edge on my ego.

Meanwhile, should I add transcendental to my art form - trying to define spirituality through my artistic style? Subjectively experiential, of course.

A bit of an upper and downer kind of day - probably because it is now September with old memories re-surfacing. September is back to school time.

With self-employment, one is never away from `school´/work, but the recalled energy reminds one of renewed energy - and trying to clarify purpose so I can actually earn something on this mortal coil, as well as in the divine realms!

Euphrosene Labon Mind Body Spirit Artist Author Writer

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