Awakening to the Beloved

Who dares to disturb the slumbering dreamer?
I do.

As the Sun, my heart cries out;
"Awaken! Child of light, of sun. Release your love."

As the Moon, my soul cries out;
"Remember! Child of night, your connection with the Goddess, and who you truly are."

No matter. No thought. No time.
I have waited for aeons.
An eternity of days and nights.
Sleepless. Formless.
Nothing and Everything.

Love, Loved, Loving.

I awakened first to the beloved through a soul that touched the deepest recesses within.
The soul of a poet that called, and touched my own.
Profoundly. Simply.
A drumbeat that pulsed inside, calling.
I cried out in joy and remembrance!

but...

He did not see.
"You did not recognize the deep beauty of your own incandescent being!"
I did not see.

I grieved. Suffered. Died. Learned. Slept. Stirred. Arose again.

Loving, Loved, Love.

For the seeker, the beloved can only be found within.
Come inside. Feel the Joy. Be the Bliss!
Then, you will awaken to the Truth.

and...

"See what has been right in front of you, waiting for you to open!"
Love, Loving, Loved.

I AM the beloved.

The Eagles are a huge disappointment...

...and they seriously suck. Last week's win was an aberration, a freak accident. Against Detroit. You know, the Detroit Lions...the worst team in the league.

After missing the first three weeks of football while in Australia, I was excited to be watching my first game, especially after I was informed by more than a few friends that we had somehow come out of our slump.

And even though I didn't really believe that completely, I was stupidly filled with the sickening hope and pre-game elation only a life-long Eagles fan can understand and appreciate. I now sit with the same crushing, gut-wrenching disappointment only an Eagles fan forced to watch their team put in the worst performance like, ever, can experience.

I instinctively knew this season would be the one that exposed Jeff Lurie and Andy Reid's money saving, rookie promoting, veteran cutting scheme to daylight, exposing all its inherent flaws in reasoning, and the morale crushing, non-team building truth that emerged quite clearly during the Terrell Owens debacle that all players are expendable.

Apparently, they are not.

McNabb has no weapons to throw to since we got rid of Donte Stallworth...and decided not to replace him with anyone...except Greg Lewis. Enough said. We are completely awful without Westbrook, the only person who seems to play offense on the Eagles (excepting the rare weeks when McNabb shows up ready to play football.) Our offensive line was, well, offensive. In every sense of the word. 12 sacks? Disgraceful.

Our defense is equally crappy without Trotter, and it certainly didn't help that Brian Dawkins and Lito Sheppard were out with injuries.

I think it was a good thing it was an away game, as if I were at the stadium, I would have demanded a full refund for all ticket holders owing to the complete lack of entertainment value, or actual playing of any football on the part of the team this week.

I say that in two weeks, after the next game we lose, we put in the rookie, Kolb. What do we have to lose? San Diego kept Phil Rivers, an amazingly talented QB on the bench for over 2 years. It doesn't seemed to have helped them, or him. At all. Then look at the Steelers. They put in rookie Big Ben without any NFL experience, and he took them to the Super Bowl. 'Nuff said there, too.

I don't want to become another disgruntled, grizzled, off-the-bandwagon Eagles fan. I say we support our team by running Reid, Lurie, and McNabb out of town on the next train, plane or automobile, and try to salvage the rest of the season, and lay the groundwork for next year.

Who's with me?

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Perseverance is a great element of success.
If you only knock long enough at the gate, you
are sure to wake up something or somebody.
--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow