Beings and versions of us who are calling out to be heard, no matter how small the sound might feel, amid the noise of it all … calling out for someone to notice … to hear and listen and respond, with simple kindness. To interrupt the rude, and to stop the ride, and to pause on the timeline.
About Mary Rose
Mary Rose is a 39 year old philosopher, martial artist and freelance writer. Born in Ottawa, Ontario, she hails from all over Eastern Canada but currently resides in Victoria, BC with her son, Lucas. British Columbia is a magical place that attracts forward-thinkers from all over the globe.
Mary considers herself an introvert but is not shy when it comes to speaking out and standing up for those who and that which cannot. She has an affinity for nature and animals, and considers herself a natural animal whisperer. The unconditional freedom and awareness that animals exhibit is what she seeks to emulate in everyday life.
Mary has a degree in philosophy from the University of Victoria and spends her free time running, with her son or in practice.
Facing the Demon Inside/The CoDe-mon
Feedback tells me that the inheritance of ability and power to write better code will not be revealed until ‘bad conditioned behaviour’ has been abandoned. It’s like an archetypal/archeological dig into DNA; into the code itself.
Tune in to the Best Channel: Forgotten DWave Realms
If we realize that we don’t really ‘create destiny’ (which, let’s face it, is a HUGE and scary thing to have to undertake), rather, we choose what ‘destiny’ we tune into – one that already exists among an infinite number of possibilities – we dismantle fear, doubt and anger.
Pokeman Go: Enter the Forgotten Realms of Freedom
And in the very real forgotten but never forgotten realm of right now, there is a battle going on, and there always has been. And it’s not for ‘things’, it’s to govern the mind/ment, and we won’t win a thing if we don’t raise the vibration here.
Love Factually
Even when the truth crushed me, like ever-creeping walls, closing in like some Indiana Jones scenario, and me without my party, and an invisible quiver I couldn’t even see, of arrows with fire that had burned out long ago, and my only shield was my ability to be scarier than than the fears I faced.
Forgiveness in a Time of Great Shame
I have learned that if I don’t constantly, compassionately and patiently apply better standards, by forgiving those parts of me that had me convinced that I was not designed for more – like when I feel sorry for myself that I cannot join my fellow cardio level uppers – then wubbalubbadubdub…watch
Balance
The only enemy is that which is ignored (within the Self). The cells which hold memories like any dear innocent child, only wish to be heard and to hear a better story. Told not from the mind, but from the heart.
Free Will: Who Owns Yours? Part 1
In the battle between free will human consciousness, and blind will parasitic a-consciousness, the battlefield is the mind of the host. And perhaps the deciding factor as to whether or not we will keep our free will, will depend entirely on how much we wish to keep it.
Sundance Elementary: A legacy destroyed
It was the perfect chance for a small group of people who said ‘they had no choice’, to prove that NO ONE CAN TAKE AWAY OUR CHOICE TO DO THE RIGHT THING. To stand up and declare that this kind of government intimidation will no longer be tolerated.
Back Door Inception
This fishing crusade is not for food. It is for thought. It is for our thoughts, our words, our actions.
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