Yesterday so much happened, that today I am paying the price for being so blessed.  Please allow me to explain.  I write a lot of poetry, every day I write two or three new pieces, (for the most part) and it’s been going like this for several months.  Yesterday, I was rewarded for my efforts in the form of recognition.  Some of my poems now stand ready and at the brink of actually being published.  I was in contact with interested parties and the possibilities are truly staring me in the face…….and oh my heart jumped with joy, I mean just the idea of leaving behind a book for my son’s to read when I am dead and gone literally made me get up and start to pace around.  And those of you who know me, know just how friggin’ difficult that is.  But wait,  it gets much better…….yesterday I received an email from the front desk of my building, letting me know that there was a package waiting for me.  Well, it is very difficult for me to walk and so sometimes I will wait until I’m feeling “just right” before making a trip downstairs.  Yesterday I didn’t, I just had a feeling I should go.  So I went down 9 floors to the lobby to get my mystery package.  When I saw the label on the box I was happy to see it was from home, it had my mothers address on it.  When I got back upstairs and opened it, there was a note on top that said, “Thinking of You” and the handwriting inside was that of my sister Tina.  It made me smile.  Then upon inspecting the contents I was simply blown away.  My mother and I, several days earlier, had talked about how my illness had caused me to gain some weight and that I was having trouble buttoning my pants etc.    well, my sister had taken it upon herself to remedy the situation. Inside I found Levi’s jeans (my favorite) another pair of pants I would most surely have chosen for myself, shirts from all of my favorite designers and brand names, socks, boxer briefs, very cool shorts, and other assorted clothing that ONLY my sister Tina could have chosen so perfectly.  Needless to say I was EXTREMELY excited…….I tried on some things and when I saw myself in the mirror something just came over me.  Now, you guys know that I leave my building rarely, except to go to the Doctor or Hospital, and I NEVER go out alone, it’s too dangerous for my health. But I was so excited by new found Christmas morning gifts that I did the impossible (well at least until that moment I thought of it as impossible)……I finished putting on all new shiny things and I was determined to go downstairs just to feel normal again and interact with some people because the clothing had given me a confidence I had forgotten I had.  So I went downstairs, to the bench out front which is as far as I ever go, with the idea in my head that might run into a few people and maybe strike up a conversation, (something I haven’t done at length in nearly 2 years).  Well, as I sat outside enjoying the summer breeze a friend from the building recognized me and said, “Hey Tony, do you need a ride?” …I hesitated and was about to say No when the word “Yes” popped out of my mouth.  I knew everyone would be mad at me if I even mentioned going off on my own alone so I seized the moment.  I grabbed my platform cane and said,  “can you drop me down at the Beach tunnel?” and off we went.  It’s only 4 blocks away and it’s where the tunnel goes beneath Lake Shore Drive (where I live) and opens right on the beach on the other side.  I was so happy to be outside, on the beach, by myself, with my new clothes that I felt renewed.  It was a magical thing and seemed to bring me hope in things to come.  I watched the people playing volleyball, jogging, skateboarding, and bathing in bikini’s.  I had forgotten how precious freedom of movement really is.  I had forgotten the potential opportunity just in the ability to walk alone.  Well, I stayed for about 30 minutes and I had a long, slow, painful, walk back home, but I was smiling all the way.  I had to stop 5 times for rest but I didn’t care,  the pain was secondary to the pleasure of being out there on my own.  It reminded me what it was I am fighting for every day.  And it made it easy for me to decide to have that “Spinal Cord Stimulator” surgery.  (after I study all the variables of course)  But because my sister sent me that package the positivity in my mind has a new source of motivation, Thank you Tina.  And thank God for allowing me to recognize just how fortunate I really am.   The picture of the child on the beach above, is what I saw yesterday on the beach, and although my feet are extremely painful today, it was well worth it, just to see the joy in the childs face as she played on the beach and splashed in the water……..I am Dartanion2……..and that’s the way I see it………..cheers………t xx 

I have spent over 20 years pursuing the truth about the “Third Eye”, and it’s history through evolution and spirituality.  Remarkably, both paths have led to very similar answers.  My findings and conclusions have been remarkable and have led me to new capabilities.  I have so much information about this subject that I will probably be posting on this subject again at some point. 
                     For me, the “Third Eye” began with books.  The Antedeluvian world, books on the Kundalini and the 7 chakra’s found in Hinduism (in Hinduism it’s called Ajna, the brow, or 6th chakra).   In most mystical/ spiritual faiths it’s believed that the “Third Eye” is a concept that refers to an invisible eye, which provides perception beyond ordinary sight.  Armed with only this “basic” understanding, I began meditating in closets (for the darkness) for long periods of time, during which I would focus on the spot between my eyes (with my eyes closed) until I began to see light.  The light (for me) always began with a lavender ray and then turned into astonishingly bright white light.  I practiced this for many months, several times a week, before I began seeing results.  Eventually, the spot between my eyes became sensitive to my thoughts, I could feel an actual pressure point between my eyes and when this feeling was focused on in darkness, I began to see light, INTENSELY.  It was always accompanied by an overwhelming feeling of euphoria.  I became adept at focusing on this point and then guiding the light to different points on my body.  I could have the light completely fill up my entire body with warmth and the feeling that I was somehow healing myself.  It was (and still is) exactly like that feeling you get when you kiss someone you love, and you get that warm fuzzy feeling in your  stomach.  I have never able to heal myself of any physical ailment, but I always felt much lighter , and happier , and unafraid as I approached my day, after having meditated on the “Third Eye”.  I was young.  I had no idea what I was doing but, knew I was doing something positive for my soul.  I now know so much more that explains those early experiences……….
                         In ancient times, it is believed (by some) that humans had a functioning third eye in the back of their head that had a physical as well as spiritual function.  Over time, as humans evolved, this eye atrophied, sunk into the head, and became what we know today as the “pineal” gland.  In theosophy, the “Third Eye”  is also believed to be related to the Pineal Gland. 
                         In modern medicine, we know THESE things to be facts:  The pineal gland is about the size of a pea, it is shaped like a miniature pine cone ,in the Epithalmus, which is in the front and center of the brain, between the eyebrows, and in the groove between the two hemispheres of the brain.  Also, the pineal gland is the ONLY organ (aside from the eyes) that detects LIGHT……….let me repeat that…………..IT DETECTS LIGHT………………it also secretes Melatonin, which controls and maintains sleep patterns……these are medical facts…..now think about that………….controlling sleep patterns would be highly beneficial for practitioners of meditation, for obvious reasons.  And coupled with perception of light, which is what I was experiencing when I had no idea what I was doing.  On top of all of this is the fact that Pineal gland is a vestigial organ.  Vestigial meaning an organ that has become dormant because of human evolution and the effects of environment, forcing the organ into submission.  Like the appendix, which no longer has a use, but is a part of the digestive system and thought to have been used to digest leaves.
                             Now, when you put all of this together it seems pretty obvious that the “Third Eye” is not a myth or a religious fairy tale.  In my opinion, it is the doorway to the light and innate ability heal.  To this day I am able to call up that pressure point between my eyes and send a feeling of Euphoria throughout my entire body, at will.  At the drop of a hat I can call up this warm feeling of prison power that calms and protects me.   It’s like a secret weapon I  have developed over time through persistence and FAITH, and it’s root, once again, is Energy!  No matter where you look in the world of METAPHYSICS there stands a singular truth, ENERGY is immortal and constantly changing (evolving).  The “Third Eye” , one of the roads less traveled and yet lays beckoning to be mastered…………..imagine the possibilities, you could learn to heal the sick and teach your own body how to rejuvenate itself.  The “Third Eye”…….is REAL!!  and if you are a healer…..it is a gift from GOD!………I am Dartanion2……and that’s the way I see it……….cheers….t   xx      

Hi guys, today I would like to talk to the new family I have found at cosmofunnel.com an interactive community of writers and painters sharing their work, their ideas, and mostly, their friendship.  I have been there participating in the poetry family of friends.  Today I consider myself incredibly blessed to have found this new family of poets and true friends, so much so that I am now on a first name basis with some and communicate with them outside of the site as well.  One of my new friends actually had a vision with me in it where she described everything about my room (where I write) down to the finest detail.  It is a physical impossibility considering that she lives across the pond in England.  Another, has inspired beyond myself to try new styles of writing that I would never have attempted without his encouragement.  It is a self-less community where the number one rule is to share and support others.  I don’t know of another community where this exists.  But the magic of cosmo is real and palpable.  Because of this community I am involved in several writing projects.  My friend Jeremy Hennessee has shown me what the Edgar Allen Poe’s and Sylvia Plath’s of the poetry world have evolved into.  This guy can write with intelligent darkness of both of these great writers and still finds the time to message with me until all hours of the night talking of new writing ideas and everything under the sun.  For a writer these types of friendships are invaluable for they allow you to see through the eyes of others and, for a writer, perspective is a HUGE part of the equation.  See what I mean, selflessness!  I have never seen such an outpouring of kindness and sincere affections a poet when their pice strikes a chord in the community.  
                           Whoever it was that set-up and established this format for writers and painters was/is a genious.  It seems every day a new friendship is made and new love affairs with art of writing are cemented.  It is because of my friendships with members of cosmo that my blog is doing fairly well now, Oh who am I kidding my blog is doing VERY well because these new found friends.  I passed three thousand views as of yesterday, due greatly to 4 of my cosmo friends.  Georgina Richardson, Curtis Longstreet, Cherie Sumner, and, (of course) Jeremy Hennessee.  Who’s time with me has made me insane and competitive……two attributes most writers would kill  for. (lol)  What these individuals have done for my blog is this…….there are now conversations going on in the comment section of my blog.  People are discussing my daily topics, because you (my cosmo friends) started it all by commenting daily yourselves.  I don’t think i’ll ever be able to re-pay for their kindnesses.  Cherie Sumner, a great poetess and weaver of Romantic poetry is a fantastic writer and very dear friend who just yesterday took a fledgling writer under her arm and gave to her the contacts and game plan for publishing her first book without asking anything in return, she took hours out of her day yesterday, just for the sake of helping another writer.  I don’t know about you but these sorts of things just don’t happen very often but, on cosmo they happen each and every day.  Curtis Longstreet reached inside of me with kind words of encouragement and helped me find what will now become my first “Themed” book of poetry, without ever even knowing he did it.  This is what I mean by the magic of Cosmo.  So, if you are reading this and you are considering writing as a hobby or a career this is one helluva place to start.  So, when I chose the picture of the man on his knee offering a rose to another, I chose because I feel like I have been invited into a home and relationship of love……..and I humbly admit, that I feel blessed to have accepted the rose……
                             And in honor of that gesture I would like to submit a poem, which was inspired by this team of loving artists and which I never could have written without their collective kindnesses.  My friends have read this before (I think) but you have not……..

                                                   ACCEPTING GRATUITY

The nonchalance of boys who wait in hunger
And touch their toes to the dirt and do not look up
Are not giving way to the ruling classes
They are giving way to human nature
They will not grovel, they will not beg
But they will wait for darkness, to rummage through
The garbage bins
For they would rather give way to their hunger
Then bow down to other men
Who wear their evil arrogance upon their
Thorny brows
NO! you will not find them, on their knees
As cowering clowns
You WILL find them, in line, at break of day
Waiting for an opportunity, to pay their own way
Prepared to slave
Prepared to participate, in saving human dignity
Prepared through their own Faith, and nightly prayers
I think these souls are more familiar, with
Common decency
More than most
For they are heavens army
Standing every post
Bowed heads, accepting handouts
That they return to other starving souls
One by one they built this city
With honor and strength of will
I consider them
The very best of men
And the foundation upon which
OTHER men
are able
To accept
Gratuity…..

I am Dartanion2……and that’s the way I see it………………cheers  t      xx

Don’t ask guys……..it was an incredibly frustrating night which only proved to show me just how little I know about my computer…..somewhere right now, sits my best post just smiling and laughing at me.  I got so frustrated at one point I just said, “Ok, i’ll go to sleep for a few hours and i’ll figure it out when I wake up.”…..needless to say, I still can’t figure it out……..The post was on EDGAR CAYCE the Sleeping Prophet………it was one of my best……I know this guy inside and out……..then……I HIT THE WRONG BUTTON…somewhere in the editing process and now I can’t find it…..there’s not even a record of it in my TRASH file……..I have NO idea….it’s enough to make me want to take some kind of advanced computer course………ANYWAY I brought an Apple for the teacher so I may be excused from losing my homework.  That’s what it feels like………the dog ate my homework,…….my sister got mad at me and threw it in the fireplace………..I was ROBBED…..it’s so frustrating that I’m going to assume that some supernatural force did not approve of my post.  I will lay off of the subject of Mr. Cayce for fear that my laptop will implode or something.  It’s kinda like when you can’t find that missing sock in the dryer….where do all of those socks go anyway?  Yep. I know ….somewhere where they can hang out with my post from last night right?…..well this blog concerns itself with all things Metaphysical….perhaps I can find some extra sensory answer….anyway, enough of my sucking up to the teacher……….sorry guys, but here’s an apple in replacement for my lost homework…..I’m going to meditate now before i do some serious damage to this fantastic Sony VAIO…….may the god’s of technology smile on me later today……..I am Dartanion2……..and that’s the way I see it……….cheers………t   xx

Today I would like to talk a little about my family over at cosmofunnel.com …..It is a poetry site where like minded individuals share their poetry and sometimes the intimacies of their lives.  It is truly an inspiring community of writers, who support one another and look out for each other.  Through “Cosmo” I have made a loving and particularly truly gifted new friend. Today I would like to tell you about her as she has been an inspiration in many parts of my life.  She has opened up her heart to me and showered me with love and attention.  She is the biggest supporter of this blog and the only person I know who has read every single one of my poems and commented on them all.  She is a wonderful poet and a superb writer, and a bright spiritual light, who’s beliefs include all things Metaphysical. She so freely and generously shares her incredibly detailed paranormal experiences with us here on this blog.  She is an “Angel” that I feel God has sent especially just for me. She supports me in my struggle with my disease and she tells me she loves me at least 3 times a day. She is the most beautiful selfless person I know.  So much so that she has agreed to share one of her most intimate pieces with you all here today. It is a tribute to her son Andrew who sadly died from cancer in May 2009 at the age of just 31. She wrote the piece for the 4th anniversary of his death, and in it’s finest sense it shows their love for each other.  I call her Georgie, her real name is Georgina Richardson and here is a piece of her life and her loving heart….

STILL

He is no longer mine

He has left me a great mountain of memories

His feather soft kiss still plays on my cheek

My heart still bursts and sparks with the flame of the love we shared

With the dreams we dreamt

The wind still sighs

I still melt with the memory of the warmth of his skin in my quiet moments

I still see his smile in moonbeams high

Hear his laughter in the fire of the sparkling stars

Stilled are the echo`s of the fire in his soul, his shine

The sweet memory of his soft perfect skin

He still dances in the rhythm of the blossoms in sway

Still his aura caresses sweetly the leaves on the swaying branch

He is no longer mine

His soul holds me gently

His song dries my aching tears

Still I feel him close

Always

Always part of me

For we are bound as one

Thank you Georgie

God bless you, and forever keep you safe.

My Angel

Tony xx