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Eric Maisel’s quote has truth in it, but I haven’t found it to be true — yet. One giant thing merely leads to another. Expansion is perpetual.
The dream or vision or calling or driving creative intent waking you up at 4am and distracting you throughout the day — it innately has more room to grow. And so you think you’ve done the giant thing… then realize there’s something bigger, grander, stranger, wilder you want to do next.
The part I easily agree with is Maisel’s emphasis on calm as a result of saying yes to that giant thing. Not the calm of complacency or languidly going through the motions, the mental-emotional state that results is calm of a different caliber. The soothing Yin quality of acceptance contains within it the feisty essence of Yang that keeps you awake and active, challenging limits and pushing through.
Calm enthusiasm. Calm frustration. Calm urgency.
Calmly driven, start to finish to start again.
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You have a body. A life forms around it. Consciously or obliviously, you experience yourself in structures held in place by myths your active presence here creates.
In the context of a room, a neighborhood, a city block, the spinning planet, a galaxy uncharted: you seem quite small and inconsequential in your fleshy vehicle.
This is the deception you’ve agreed to — a willful forgetting keeps you safely tucked into a pocket of existence your brain can functionally fathom.
Souls are big.
What do you imagine when I say big?
A soul’s much more than that.
Poets speak of mansions; mystics speak of infinite space between the lines of a good poem. I’m saying: it’s not that, either. A soul can house a planet. And the giant star round which it orbits. The spiraling tendrils of our Milky Way, tacky with enormous stars and icy comets burning through: a single soul can hold that, too.
306 Pages | ISBN 1523664339 | Amazon
What if we could break the paradigm of war, strife and human suffering within our lifetime? What if love and saner choices really could prevail?
What if you had the power to set that degree of sweeping change in motion?
Novel | ISBN 1986913783 | 438 pages | Sequel to The LOOK
He knew when it happened, it would be strange and woefully wonderful.
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“Strangely intimate. Strangely nuclear and cosmic at the same time – time that you point out is circular in the prologue, ‘We are not wired to process.’ Strangely euphoric in the way it hits secret passworded buttons that open niches, cracks and gates to hidden gardens in the mind that unveil insights. Beautiful.” ~P. Shukla
“This book is a masterpiece! It should be made into a movie! It has the fire, it has the spark we all crave. I do not read many novels any more, but this… this book pulls you inside and you can’t put it down… You will want to BE the main character. The books starts in a poetic way and it only gets better. One may think it’s fantasy, but if you are working in certain field, you know that what for one may be impossible- for another is a possibility and a reality.” ~Amazon Reviewer
“…a fantastical trip through the possiBilitiEs,,, smashing illusions, holding space for us to realize the expansiveness of our souls place in this human experience… what a gift she offers us, right here and NOW.!!! I love Amie Martine and so will you…” ~N. Halberstadt
“This novel is so beautiful! I certainly hope the author shares much more of her work with us all. Wonderful writing. It is luminous!” ~M. Schaller
“Every few pages, there’s a line that cracks me wide open. Or an experience that is exactly as I experience things. Or a way of describing something that fits precisely something I’ve been trying to understand, or at least hoping I’m not the only one who sees it that way.” ~M. Chai
“It’s like you are writing me as Amie… The being of the person. It’s incredible how you write similar to my experiences… I love it!” ~T. Wry
The LOOK of Amie Martine by Laurie Perez | ISBN 1523664339
The Amie series: novels for lightworkers, filmmakers, saboteurs, vodka drinkers, poets, myth lovers, Phoenicians, paradigm shifters, travelers, creatives, people who are stuck, people who are rising, introverts, extroverts, women, men, human beings – (yes, you!).
A short list of things I’ve outgrown the need for evidence to support:
Proof is in the pulsing of my heart.
This is not a foolish statement.
Your love for me is inside my love for you. Needing proof of it is like needing proof that I myself exist. If someday it turns out I don’t (by some unimaginable standard) actually exist, then and only then can you speak to me of the need to rationalize Love.
Read my new novel, released like a valentine this month… The LOOK unravels life, love and the mysterious, precarious, perilous truths funding our existence: It’s here!
There are so many jails: The jail of tedium and routine. The jail of a cubicle or teleconference or to-do-list. The jail of what they did to you seven years ago (it was truly awful). The jail of a big, relentless dream anchored to a painfully distant tomorrow. The jail of an alarm clock, punch clock, traffic cop. The jail of your body not collaborating with the lithe truth of your spirit. The jail of diets and therapy and resumes and your parents’ opinions on just about anything…READ ON, then set yourself free…
Laurie Perez for Rebelle Society
The trick is: not to need gut wrenching treks into Mordor as a means to activate your courage. Rather, give yourself permission to bypass strife then begin to spin up courage in response to the prolific potential of your innate creativity — and so set out to live adventurously in the smallest moments of each day, and build ramparts of love in every waking dream you decide to make real.