Welcome to my war (repost)

The world is a very frightening place right now with all of the catastrophic events, and the sense of uncertainty that we are faced with everyday; from an economic standpoint and natural disasters, but the most frightening things is the spiritual disconnect that people feel from one another.

So much violence and hate happens on a daily basis and it truly saddens me. The amount of hate and animosity that people display toward one another, that goes unnoticed is staggering and I find it very sad that half the time its bold and in your face… yet nothing is done. I know that we cannot change the minds and hearts of other people, but I do believe that there should be more of a sense of support among the like-minded.

I have seen it many times and I will continue to believe, that the key to everything in the world is to rekindle our sense of community. Many faiths have taught us that judgment is not our place; our path here is to love and support one another.

I have personally seen a lot of hate in my life; hate toward me and toward the ones I love. I have had the most awful things said to me, attacking my sexuality and my spiritual beliefs and every time I just step back feeling sadness toward my attacker. The people that lash out with hatred are really the victim because, they live in a world of constant darkness, and their unkindness is the monster of FEAR!

People walk around with no sense of identity and self worth, no confidence and no power… so as a way to make up for what they lack, they attach the ones who are different from them. I continue to remind myself that in each person is a light and I send love to that place.

Please go out into the world respecting yourself and respecting others. Even if someone is different than you, it doesn’ tmake him or her wrong. Spirit placed us here with all our uniqueness and beauty so that we could be inspired from one another. You can turn your head if it bothers you, but please just bless everyone on their journey. Even the ones who live in a dark and sad world… bless them too and say a prayer that they find a place of freedom and love.

My experience with this hasn’t been as harsh as other, but really that is relative. I can say that I am a very strong person and it’s uneasy to shake me. But there are those out there who live in a constant battle of feeling “different” or “wrong” or “misunderstood” and then someone who deals with the same battle lashes out to them with hatred and anger and sends them deeper and deeper into their place of hurt.

There are a massive number of suicides happening today because of people being ridiculed for being gay. People were burned at the stake once for being different. We had the Holocaust. We’ve battled slavery. There are wars… see this and work your best to stop it. It starts with one brave little light shinning… be brave… love someone with the most outrageous, fearless love ever! Support someone in their effort to be who they are, even when it hurts.

There are hearts all over the world begging to be loved. Is there anyone in your life whom you have judged or disagreed with because you didn’t feel his or her life choices were right? …Even if there was no real harm in it. Maybe its time to right that wrong, Tell them you love them. Ask yourself why it bothers you so much. Are you avoiding something too?

My mother has always said that “darkness tends to fight the light”… and the old cliché, “misery loves company” seems to be a sobering reality.  I just wish to be a small part in the world of healing all the lost and lonely souls. But it starts with love and community.

Please step out of your comfort zone and see something that has bothered you with different eyes, curious eyes, and loving eyes and do something special. Support uniqueness and support what you already love.

I love all your gypsy souls,

Shaheen

© Shaheen Miro 2011

fire burning

I wanted to write to you, but I don’t really know what to say. I am overwhelmed at the moment with everything that is happening. Here in London there has been an outbreak of riots and they all began in Tottenham about three blocks from the flat I am staying in.

The night it all began it sounded like a warzone outside. The helicopters were so loud and they loomed overhead, ominous and cold and as I watched out the window the thick sent of smoke wafted in warning that something was to come. Looking out flames began to rise over the rooftops of the quaint little houses. They licked the sky like a dragon, burning a relentless path through the lives of helpless people.

Why would anyone feel that it’s okay to harm other people in this way? These fires were set intentionally, as a way of retaliating against the police for killing an innocent man. I don’t know about the man who was killed or the events that took place that night, but I do know that people were acting like animals… using the death of a man to rationalize their complete disregard for life and community.

It’s sad to see pictures of what’s left of the High Road, nothing but the shell of something before, haunted by the shadow of anger and greed. It’s really shocking to know that something like this could happen so fast. The whole thing just felt out of control. It was pure chaos. I wonder if those people realize that they destroyed their community and further segregated themselves. I pray for them and I pray that everyone is safe and can pick up the pieces and start over.

Being in this hostile and uncertain environment has made me feel on edge. It’s unnerving to not know what’s next. People keep saying that it will all clear up in the next few days, but I keep wondering if that’s true. They’ve gotten a taste and now they want more, hopefully these people are stopped soon.

I keep going back to that night seeing the fire rising high into the night sky. It’s weird to say that I felt a symbolic connection with that fire. I came here to learn something about myself, found myself here in this part of the city and I watched it burn to the ground… in that fire was a part of me. Something old died in the flames, something was taken from me and now I look out at the world seeing things differently. For now it feels tarnished and unsettled… but in time I will begin to see better with these new eyes.

It’s surreal to have seen so much of London and to have experienced so much here. I have permission to return home because of the riots, but for now I will stay because I don’t feel like I am ready to return home. There is something left here to be recovered. It’s not the first time I’ve seen the fire… and it’s not the first time I’ve pulled something from the ashes. Until that last fragment is recovered here, I cannot return to the states.

I am in another area of the city, spending time in the cozy flat of a very gracious friend. Sipping on warm chamomile and listening to the rumble of the train, I feel at ease with life. Being in London has been an adjustment in every sense of the word. I have had to fling myself fearlessly into this situation and not look back. I feel very at ease with change now. I am learning to dance effortlessly with life…letting go of rigid thoughts and feelings.

I wish all of you well and I ask that you send your prayers to the people of London who have been affected by the riots. I ask that a gentle rain fall over the city cleansing it of the pain, the anger and the destruction. I ask that the angels stand tall at every door, gate and town square, safe guarding those who live there from the malicious hands of others.

With love,

Shaheen

© Shaheen Miro 8/9/2011

Dancing With Freedom, As Death Dances Away

The night has grown around me, dark, velvet and gentle and with it comes a graceful coolness that subtly creeps into the hollow parts of me… reminding me of what has been lost. In my life I have seen dark things, dangerous things, things that have cut me so deep that not even time can take their sting away. And yet I’ve danced with so much passion and beauty that I often wonder what can come to rival what’s been before.

I sit here and I am reminded of the beautiful lights that I’ve lost along the way. The ones, who’ve touched me, loved me… who have felt me in the deepest, most tender places of my heart and soul. Many hands have held my own, but very few have really lived in my world. So as their lives have faded away I try to keep alive the memories of the love they’ve given to me.

On a lonely night in July I pass through memories by candlelight. Faces that I’ve missed in my life, voices I will never hear again and the warm feeling of fur brushing against my sullen face. I try to close my eyes and reach with all my sense the feelings of being with them. But only the faintest of feelings can be experienced now. Its not as if real life can be recreated in pictures and memories… our thoughts can work backwards but they will never truly turn back time.

I myself have spoken to spirits… I have whispered to shadows… but I’ve never walked the time line back to a place where I could rekindle the connects which I’ve so desperately longed for. They are shinning stars too far from my reach too touch, but close enough that I still see them. And in that vast universe of possibilities I will hold them like precious gems… cherished forever.

Death is a reminder to us that everything is in constant motion; an endless dance that moves us from one phase to the next. Passing through doors you remain a part of the changeless change. As a caterpillar dies to the beauty of a butterfly, so does our soul here on earth shed it shell to fly with something a little more spectacular, brilliant and gleaming. Death is the teacher, the keeper and the lover. Death gives us the gift of living… if only we see it before our time.

I know that no matter how much it hurts that all of my angels are by my side. They stand tall with me and my tears become the sea and the boat of my dream floats gently with their guiding winds. There is nothing to fear no matter how alone I am. I look into the water and there next to my reflection are all those who have ever loved me. So I hug myself tight, trying hard once again to soak up that ephemeral memory… knowing that at some point it will come again… no matter how different it may be.

To these feelings I assign two cards: The Death card and the 6 of swords.

Death, which is the keeper of change and the dance of the universe. Death is the one who reminds us to find our feet in the dark and just give into the sway, the grind, the wild twirl of everything that is. Death heralds change… but change is not destructive its alchemical.

The 6 of swords is the card that shows us the wisdom in contemplation, mediation and just drifting away. Those whom we love and have loved will come and go. Some will leave intentionally and others unexpected, but its all part of the beat that we are dancing to. If you were to veil your face in black lace, step onto a candle lit boat and glide effortlessly into the foggy sea you would find the meaning of this card. It is here in this silent place, where everything moves with the tides and the moon, that we find what really lives in our souls.

Don’t forget those whom you have touched and who have touched you… remember we are all lights trying to lift the darkness. There is nothing that has to separate you… not color, gender, race or religion. Rely less on form and more on feeling… when we live through are spirit we truly find our way.

To the gypsies,

Shaheen

 

© Shaheen Miro 7/11/2011

Welcome To My War…

The world is a very frightening place right now with all of the catastrophic events, and the sense of uncertainty that we are faced with everyday; from an economic standpoint and natural disasters, but the most frightening things is the spiritual disconnect that people feel from one another.

So much violence and hate happens on a daily basis and it truly saddens me. The amount of hate and animosity that people display toward one another, that goes unnoticed is staggering and I find it very sad that half the time its bold and in your face… yet nothing is done. I know that we cannot change the minds and hearts of other people, but I do believe that there should be more of a sense of support among the like-minded.

I have seen it many times and I will continue to believe, that the key to everything in the world is to rekindle our sense of community. Many faiths have taught us that judgment is not our place; our path here is to love and support one another.

I have personally seen a lot of hate in my life; hate toward me and toward the ones I love. I have had the most awful things said to me, attacking my sexuality and my spiritual beliefs and every time I just step back feeling sadness toward my attacker. The people that lash out with hatred are really the victim because, they live in a world of constant darkness, and their unkindness is the monster of FEAR!

People walk around with no sense of identity and self worth, no confidence and now power… so as a way to make up for what they lack, they attach the ones who are different from them. I continue to remind myself that in each person is a light and I send love to that place.

Please go out into the world respecting yourself and respecting others. Even if someone is different than you, it doesn’ tmake him or her wrong. Spirit placed us here with all our uniqueness and beauty so that we could be inspired from one another. You can turn your head if it bothers you, but please just bless everyone on their journey. Even the ones who live in a dark and sad world… bless them too and say a prayer that they find a place of freedom and love.

My experience with this hasn’t been as harsh as other, but really that is relative. I can say that I am a very strong person and it’s uneasy to shake me. But there are those out there who live in a constant battle of feeling “different” or “wrong” or “misunderstood” and then someone who deals with the same battle lashes out to them with hatred and anger and sends them deeper and deeper into their place of hurt.

There are a massive number of suicides happening today because of people being ridiculed for being gay. People were burned at the stake once for being different. We had the Holocaust. We’ve battled slavery. There are wars… see this and work your best to stop it. It starts with one brave little light shinning… be brave… love someone with the most outrageous, fearless love ever! Support someone in their effort to be who they are, even when it hurts.

There are hearts all over the world begging to be loved. Is there anyone in your life whom you have judged or disagreed with because you didn’t feel his or her life choices were right? …Even if there was no real harm in it. Maybe its time to right that wrong, Tell them you love them. Ask yourself why it bothers you so much. Are you avoiding something too?

My mother has always said that “darkness tends to fight the light”… and the old cliché, “misery loves company” seems to be a sobering reality.  I just wish to be a small part in the world of healing all the lost and lonely souls. But it starts with love and community.

Please step out of your comfort zone and see something that has bothered you with different eyes, curious eyes, and loving eyes and do something special. Support uniqueness and support what you already love.

I love all your gypsy souls,

Shaheen