I believe...that's what I'm about.
I believe that this life is a journey that has the capacity to bring a greater understanding of who each and everyone of us is and has the potential to become.
Let me explain.
I was an active member living in the cesspool
Process of a Miraclean Experiment.Day Three I've stated that in order for me to change my life I must change everything I believe. It's sounds pretty simply and ultimately the concept is easy, but the process is one that digs deep into many different levels. For much of my life I was not aware of the many different components... More..
The Process of a Miracle.. Is it possible to change one's life in the course of thirty days? To have such transformations occur in which the seemingly limited capacity of comprehension can stretch past it's own boundaries into the untapped potential of possibilities?I intend to find out through this experiment! A miracle de... More..
I find myself...I find myselfstaring at a girlwho seems very familiar.Her haira knottynest of brownreminds me of my ownwhen unwashed for days.Dull, cloudybrown eyeshide in theresunken socketsfloating aimlessly.At times she triesto focus on mebut onlydrift closedin the emptiness.I look away.Suddenlyvery scared formyself. More..
There are five of us.We all meet at the same time,although we do not know each other.The sun now sets at fourtaking with it any warmth itmay have offered.We do not talkbut our separate cloudsof bluish gray smokemingle togetherFloating upto the heavensabove.Through thepinks, yellows andpurples paintedacross the earlyevening sk... More..
I just wanted to take minute and ask everyone."When did you stop believing?" I went on my first trip to NYC went I was about nine with my family. We visited the Museum of Natural History, rode on the subway and took a trip to FAO Schwartz, just a simply family trip. This memory is imprinted on my brain, not because of the pl... More..
Believing Again...I remember heavy summer evenings when the tired sun would sink into the shadows of the horizon. When the last remnants of day would meet to mingle with the evening for a few moments before parting to say goodbye. The stars would begin to appear in the lavender twilight that gently gave way to the deep, purpl... More..
The Path....I wandered outside tonight, feeling the inner need to connect to something bigger then the daily hum drum distractions of life.I forget that the wonder and awe that wells up from the depths of my being is something I need to replenish by embracing the simplistic wonders all around me.By embracing the invisible of ... More..
The Process of Becoming....Everyday I sit on a bench surrounded by this great big trimmed hedge in my mothers garden, sipping my coffee and slowly introducing myself to the new day. I love to sit and feel the Sun's gentle morning kiss upon my face as the sweet, milky flavor of the coffee rolls on my tongue. I take as much tim... More..
Redefining God.... I grew up with the conventional western view of God; that there is an omnipresent something or another in the heavens above that somehow was in control of everything. Religion never explained all the paradox's that I saw. If God was so mighty then why were things the way they were? I never received any answ... More..
Home...The rancid, soursmell of urineforces it's wayinto my nowflared nostrils.I glanceto the intersectionof47th and 6thand I see Jesus.Bloody arms raisedto the sky.Screaming a sermonto theempty earsof the buildingsthat surround him.And the Zombiesof the world,pass him bydaily....searching above.Never tosee the truthbefore them. More..
Morgan Macgregor
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