Life is a Stage; Get an Acting Coach

 

“All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts…”

 

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At this juncture, it seems that the clouds and stars and birds and trees and wind and sea are all murmuring the same thing:

Play your part….

 

Occasionally you’ll catch a “…better… or else…!” 

If the tide is too unseasonably low

And the beauty of that present presence isn’t caught Up

all at once,

in the bat of a lash,

sparkling with indignation through and through,

Before it breaks into

gentle laughter,

a

reminder of

kaboo.

 

Then a long sigh

floats aside our

ego savior-

faire

 

How long before our parts are played with the beauty and precision

for which they were written 2 dare?

 

When exactly will we accept the magnificence of these roles,

scripts, parts; all already cast,

already ours? 

Though perhaps our delivery is languid

in the turbulence of something so

allegedly far.

 

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DIRECTOR’S CUT:

And what are we to make of the Director’s Cut of our tele-Vive

that makes us weep for all the assassinations

the television war has made us grieve.

 

If life is a grand show

that inevitably has the curtains shut,

Wouldn’t it make sense

to watch the Director’s Cut?

 

I, this mysterious Brilliance, in charge of every last detail

 

Says your line is as follows:

“Fret not my dear, your script reads ‘Prevail’ ”

 

So seek out your coach once the play itself has been studied absolutely true,

For eternal are His precepts,

Though only She acts as if they were

 

new.

 

So as you read your lines, watch to see,

why is  your role {if at all] lacking in dimension?

 

 

In utter originality?

 

Like any true artist knows it is in the love of the craft

that ultimately renders the villain’s role

indubitably daft.

 

So rest not in their pension of blood and disarray so concord,

4 it is in the destiny of our drama and performance

that will eventually move us Upward.

 

thehighpriestessarchang

Selah*

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Why Should I Be Responsible?

Before reading please take this 1-question

poll on responsibility.

The words divine, angelic and transcendental are designed to make the heart flutter, whereas the word responsible has a weight to it that seems to linger in the air like a bad smell. Suddenly the ethereal world of lightness and acceptance is dependent upon a real-life circumstance… and by “real-life” I mean the soul-crushing gravity of our world that seems so intent on blocking you from Oneness.

So why should you be responsible? To make money, to avoid future problems, or simply because you’re supposed to? To be loved?  Your brain will exponentially expand with justifications, citing numerous causes for the knots in your shoulders and the sidewinders in your intestines. It will respond to these things as mere side effects of “responsibility”… yet quite often the flurry of neural activity sparked by such a notion can stop the flow of the essence of responsibility~ to respond.

We all respond to outside stimuli all the time. So therefore, we are all responsible. The question is how do we respond. Does our response enable us to be happier or merely more intwined in questions? And which is ultimately more beneficial to our hearts, to our souls, to our higher purposes? To be responsible is something we all do whether or not we choose to so why all the stress? Somewhere along the way we all interpret that to be encapsulated in led is “responsible”. We learn that to be an adult we must lug around hearts like a steamboat dragging it’s anchor. And we learn that if we do not respond as others expect, want, or believe we will be the most irresponsible creature created. We live and grow and die in an irresponsible world. Respond accordingly beloved.