It is better to hear the nightingale sing than the mouse gnaw. Hal.
Hai ! Hai ! has not suffered the hawk to grow big.
N.B. — ” Hai,” is an interjection used in frightening off birds of prey. The proverb means, if the hawk had been allowed to eat his fill of fowl and chicken, he would have become stronger and more dangerous: if evil were left unrestrained we should soon be over- powered by it.
Ah, devil ether. It makes you behave like the village drunkard in some early Irish novel. Total loss of all basic motor function. Blurred vision, no balance, numb tongue. The mind recoils in horror, unable to communicate with the spinal column. Which is interesting because you can actually watch yourself behaving in this terrible way, but you can’t control it.
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
My help is in the mountain
That I take away with me.
Earth cure me. Earth receive my woe.
Rock strengthen me. Rock receive my weakness.
Rain wash my suddenness away.
Rain receive my doubt.
Sun make sweet my song.
Sun receive the anger from my heart.
― Noël Coward, Blithe Spirit
Unfortunately, most people with good intentions are trying to deny or eliminate what is already manifest. And many spiritual revivals are a deeper denial of the facts of our vibration level. What can we do about evil? A great deal, if our heads are clear. My catch-all phrase is: “I wouldn’t deny that experience to the One Mind.”
Once you have cleared your head on the matter, then do whatever feels right to you. Evil occurs as a secondary reality, after you have withdrawn to a low vibration level. The seduction of evil is precisely in that it involves us in trying to get rid of it.
– Thaddeus Golas in “The Lazy Man’s Guide to Enlightenment”
Gorduz Backstabber, Hobgoblin Chieftain
“There was a goblin, or a trickster or a warrior. A nameless, terrible thing, soaked in the blood of a billion galaxies. The most feared being in all the cosmos. Nothing could stop it or hold it or reason with it. One day it would just drop out of the sky and tear down your world…”
― Steve Moffat
“This wavering paradox is a pillar of the outlaw stance. A man who has blown all his options can’t afford the luxury of changing his ways. He has to capitalize on whatever he has left, and he can’t afford to admit-no matter how often he’s reminded of it-that every day of his life takes him farther down a blind alley.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, Hell’s Angels
― George Eliot, Daniel Deronda
Uphill in Melbourne on a beautiful day
a woman is walking ahead of her hair.
Like teak oiled soft to fracture and sway
it hung to her heels and seconded her
as a pencilled retinue, an unscrolling title
to ploughland, edged with ripe rows of dress,
a sheathed wing that couldn’t fly her at all,
only itself, loosely, and her spirits.
of life and self, brushed all calm and out,
its abstracted attempts on her mouth weren’t seen,
not its showering, its tenting. Just the detail
that swam in its flow-lines, glossing about—
as she paced on, comet-like, face to the sun.
Subhuman Redneck Poems, 1996
the ordinary world being made up of such distractions as “cats, clouds, cars, tears, opinions
foto – black cat on purple spread raleigh 2010