Azra T Quotes

I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.

I will teach my daughter not to wear her skin like a drunken apology. I will tell her ‘make a home out of your body, live in yourself, do not let people turn you into a regret, do not justify yourself. If you are a disaster it is not forever, if you are a disaster you are the most beautiful one I’ve ever seen. Do not deconstruct from the inside out, you belong here, you belong here, not because you are lovely, but because you are more than that. — Azra T. “Your hands are threads, your body is a canvas

Peel your heart like a pomegranate. Offer it to him, palms outwards. Say “eat.” Watch him come away stained red by you. You’re in his teeth. He’ll kiss you with that mouth.

Loving someone who cannot love you the same way in return is not weakness. It’s one of the most courageous things you’ll ever do. You are putting your armour at their feet and you are saying ‘I will not fight you in this. I have loved you and that means that I have already won.

You are not an apology, do not treat yourself like one; your lips are perfect for kissing, your hips do not spell 'sorry'.

Wait for someone who bumps mouths clumsily with yours cos they’re too busy smiling to kiss you properly. Yeah. Wait for that.

Find a love that makes you feel new, and better. Always like you’re moving and staying still at the exact same time.

I’ve stopped being sorry for all my soft. I won’t apologise because I miss you, or because I said it, or because I text you first, or again. I think everyone spends too much time trying to close themselves off. I don’t want to be cool or indifferent, I want to be honest. If I love you at 5AM, I’d damn well rather that you know I felt it. If I love you two hours later, I’ll tell you then too. Listen, I won’t wait double the time it takes for you to text me back because I don’t want to. I don’t care enough to be patient with you. I’m happy, you made me feel that way, don’t you want to know? So that’s how it’s going to be. I’m going to leave myself as open as a church door. And I’m going to wake you up before the crack of dawn to tell you that I’m fucking joyful, no pretending, not from me, not ever. Would you like some coffee, would you please kiss me? Here, these are my hands, this is my mouth, it is all yours.

And he took me home and kissed me till my heart looked like pulp and we undressed each other from the inside out and we loved till it was brimming and mama, it was a disaster and it was devastating and it was light.

İyi şeyler tesadüfen olmuyor. Vazgeçmediğin sürece iyi bir şey için şansın var demektir.

I’m awful about your name. I still jump when I hear it. I still feel it rattling somewhere in my stomach. I think I’m jealous of anyone that gets to say it because it’s not my right anymore. Years from now I’ll be standing in a supermarket and someone will casually brush past me, your name falling from their mouth like confetti. I’ll drop everything that I’m holding. My knees will wobble in the way they only did when I was with you. Years from now I’ll still remember how your name tasted in my mouth and I’ll have to start missing you all over again.

Hold everything very carefully unless it is your lover’s back. Then, become metal, become teeth, do not gentle yourself for any man. Do not change for the ones who think that you should be softer, less mouth, less voice. You do not owe regrowth to anyone but yourself. When they begin to ask for you to shape yourself around them, leave. Shut the door firmly. Do not look back.

Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer.

ama kendine acıdığın için ağlıyorsan lütfen mendillerimi harcama.

. . . you can read my mind,” Parmida realized. “When it is open to me,” Azra admitted apologetically. “. . . I love you too, by the way.

Kendini seçen insan asla kendine acımaz! Çünkü kendini, kendine acıyacak kadar uzun süre acınacak durumda bırakmaz

I will only let you touch me if your hands are so full of intention that every brush of your palms feels like you writing a novel on my skin.

Bize en çekici gelen şeyler aslında en kontrol edemediklerimizdir.

Neyi, niye, nasıl merak ettiğine dikkat et. Evren merakla harekete geçer, düşünceyle genişler, korkuyla küçülür, analizle büyür, yargıyla son bulabilir. Merak ettiğin herşey senin kim olduğuna karar verebilir.

Olmamız gereken şeye dönüşebilmek için küçük küçük darbelere ihtiyacımız vardır. Maalesef darbeler acıtır, büyürken acırsınız. Ama ancak acıyarak kendimizi bulduğumusu kimse söylemez bize, belki de korkacağımızı sanırlar. Halbuki ruhumuz acıdıkça kabuğumuz soyulur... İçimizdeki güzellik dışımıza çıkana kadar.

Yolcunun kararlılığı değil miydi varılacak yerin değeri?

Gitmek istediğimiz yerden bizi uzaklaştıracak tepkiler verip, sonra da adaletsizliğe sığınmak tam insana göre.

Please, I need you to love me a little louder today.

To get anywhere in life, there is but one rule. Never seek external validation for your own inner peace.

Anladılar, anlaştılar, huzur buldular, paylaştılar. Birbirlerinde var oldular..

A sweet surrender like a lullaby came to me through your seafaring eyes.

Azra, it must be recorded, had never any confidence in her son; and was the only woman, Jurgen felt, who really understood him.

Mükemmelliği tetikleyen şey eksiklik duygusudur. Bu duygu, senin en büyük engelleyicin ya da kendi potansiyelini doldurmakta en büyük gücün olabilir Numi. Sürekli neden eksik olduğuna takılıp kendini yargılamaya geçersen seni engeller, ama bu eksiklik hissinin seni mükemmelliğine taşıyan bir motivasyon olduğunu anlarsan, çabaya geçersen kendi potansiyeline dolarsın. Kendini eksik hisseden biri mükemmelliğe, kendini tam hisseden birinden daha yakındır.

Humans do not benefit but are harmed by misleading animal testing, especially when it comes to predicting the efficacy of targeted therapies.

The moment you realize there is incredible beauty in not knowing.

What appears as chaos to you is simply death of ego to me.

Pay attention and you will see - absolute pathetic fallacy is a gift, too.

Mother, I am ravenous. Mother it is not what they said, they did not tell us the truth, they did not even say that it would look like the underbelly of a skinned mammal. That it would be like the inside of a lip. It is the scrape of his teeth on the soft of my arm and how I moaned for days. It is greedy and hungry. I am always hungry. I am always a stomach full of teeth and need. Need, god, I need. Once in the morning and once in the afternoon, sometimes in between. Sometimes I am not a girl, but a slice of desire. Mother, if desperation were human, she would wear my eyes. She would hold my hands. She would take me by the neck and fill me until I was boneless. Later she would write in her diary, today I destroyed a girl and it tasted like wine.

Etrafında gördüğün her kişinin, değişik hayatlara doğmuş, değişik deneyimlerden geçmiş ve bu deneyimler sonucunda bugünkü kimliklerine bürünmüş aynı enerji zerresi olduğunu düşün. Yani bu evrende aslında bir tek sen varsın ve geri kalan her şey senin kombinasyonların, değişik deneyimlere doğmuş ve bu deneyimlerdeki duygular tarafından şekillendirilmiş kombinasyonların. Başkasını yargıladığında, aslında kendini yargılıyorsun. Yargılamak insanlığın en büyük duvarı, anlamak ve kabullenmekse tek ilacı.

Acıdan kaçmayın, odaklanın. Acı odaklandığınızda küçülürken, ondan saklanmaya, görmezden gelmeye çalıştığınızda her tarafa yayılır, büyür. Sadece size değil etrafınızdaki herkese bulaşır. Hayatınızı kaplar. Odaklanın ve anlayın, acı anlaşıldığında huzura dönüşür... Kolay olmayacak ama vazgeçmediğinizde başaracaksınız.

my own medical perspective is that animal cancer research should be regarded as the scientific equivalent of gossip—with about the same chance of turning out to be true, i.e. truly effective in humans. Some gossip turns out to be true, but most of it does not… and gossip can cause great anguish for those affected, in this case millions of desperate cancer patients worldwide.” He was right.

Hayat bizi zorladığında aslında gelişime çağırıyordur. Tekamülümüz için fırsat veriyordur. Evrende hata yoktur Sonje. Vermemiz gereken tepkileri erdemli bir şekilde verebilecek kadar gelişip gelişmediğimizin ölçümünü yapar her kriz. Hata olarak algıladığımız şey,algımızdaki zayıflıktır,büyük resmi görememekten, kendi küçüklüğümüzden kaynaklanır tüm endişe ve korkularımız. Deneyime hakkını vermeyenlerin karmaşasıdır. Aeden'deki tüm kültürler için geçerli olan her efsaneyi düşün Sonje, deneyimi analiz eden biri için hata sadece fırsattır, bir hatayı düzeltebilecek güçte olmanın fırsatı. Kızmak, kurban gibi hissedip pes etmek ya da karşısındakini suçlamak yerine sakince analiz etmek zorundasın. Bir şeyi neden istediğini, neden istemediğini ve ne istediğini, yani seçimlerini analiz edebildiğin kadar varoluşu anlayacaksın.

Agak aneh bahawa perkembangan madrasah di Haramyn sampai saat ini masih diabaikan para ahli. Jika banyak studi dilakukan atas pertumbuhan madrasah di tempat-tempat lain di Timur Tengah, kelihatan agak ganjil sedikit sekali perhatian diberikan kepada sejarah unik madrasah dan lembaga-lembaga keilmuan lainnya di Haramayn. Akibatnya, studi-studi itu tidak hanya gagal memahami tradisi keilmuan di Tanah Suci, tetapi juga sifat diskursus ilmiah di sana.

Truly committing to Love will take you on the royal road of the soul. Not only will you pass through all your own personal wounds and ancestral wounds, but it will also lead you through the valley of the original sacred wound of humanity—when sacred duality became separation. This is what we may call the feminine Christ path. We do not sit up on a mountain and ignore the valley beneath us—we walk down, flooding all experiences with Love and forgiveness, restoring connection.

Güneş doğsa da hâlâ aydınlatmayı başaramadığı kalpler vardı. Her yer karanlıktı o aydınlanmayan kalplerin gözünde. Çoktan canlılığını yitirmişti, hayat ölgün bir karanlığın içine sığmıştı. Onların yaşayacak bir şeyi kalmamış, hayattaki her şeylerini kaybetmişlerdi. Yıkılmamak için direnecek hiçbir şey kalmamıştı ellerinde. Ama bu karanlık kalplerden bazıları bir çıkış yolu bulmuş ve hayatlarını başka bir boyuta taşımayı seçmişlerdi. Hayatlarını aydınlatacak tek bir dayanakları kalmıştı: Hayallerle yaşamak.

Avuç büyüklüğünde küçük bir taş ve onu oyarak bir gitara dönüştürmeye çalışan Deniz, kendisini seyreden çocukların ilgisinden aldığı motıvasyonla gıtarın sapında olması gereken oyuntuyu vermek için küçük küçük vurdu darbelerı taşa sakince konusurken: "İşte bizi de böyle sekılllendırır hayat... Olmamız gereken seye donusebılmek ıcın küçük küçük darbelere ihtiyacımız vardır. Maalesef darbeler acıtır, büyürken acırsınız. Ama ancak acıyarak kendimizi bulduğumuzu kimse söylemez bize, belki de korkacağımızı sanırlar. Halbuki ruhumuz acıdıkça kabuğumuz soyulur... İçimizdeki güzellik dışımıza çıkana kadar. Aynı taşın içindeki bu heykel gibi." Elindeki heykelciği çocuklara göstermek için kaldırdı. Küçük Kaan, "Büyük şeyler de yapabilir misin? İnsan heykeli mesela" dedi. Deniz gülümsedi, "Çok çalışırsam ve zamanımın tamamını bir süre onu yapmaya ayırırsam yapamacağım hiçbir şey yok" diye cevap verdi ve Kaan`ın gözlerine bakıp, "İnsan vazgeçmediği herşeyi yapabilir" dedi. "Ben acımayı hiç sevmiyorum Deniz Abi" dedi heykelciğin bitmesi için sabırsızlanan küçük Elif. Acıda kalmıştı aklı. Deniz, "Merak etme Elif, büyüdükçe bedenin daha az acıyacak. Daha az düşeceksin, artık ayak parmağını o kadar da vurmayacaksın, dizlerin kanamayacak çünkü bedenin acıya acıya kendini daha iyi taşımayı öğrenecek" dedi. Ruhi kaşlarını çatarak baktı Deniz`e, tilki tarafından ısırılan köpeğini vurmak zorunda kalmıştı babası, kalbi çok kırıktı. Sanki dünyadakitüm tilkileri yok ederse ancak rahatlayacaktı. Deniz özellikle ona bakarak devam etti konuşmasına: "Büyüdükçe artık bedenimizin değil, rukumuzun acıdığı şeyler yaşamaya başlarız. Benim başıma neden bu geldi derken bulursun kendini. Ama nasıl bu darbeler olmasa elinizdeki heykelcikler ortaya çıkamazsa, hayatın ruhumuza yaşattığı acılar olmasa da biz, biz olamayız, olgunlaşamayız. Çünkü acı hisseden kişiden bir şey doğar: İntikam ya da anlayış. Seçim bizim. Kendine acıyanlar intikamı seçerler ve sonunda intikamını almaya çalıştıkları şeye dönüşürler. Haksızlığa uğradığı için intikam peşinde koşan biri haksızlığa uğratır. Anlamayı seçenlerse olgunlaşırlar. Bırakın hayat sizinle uğraşsın, acıtsın. İntikama düşmeyin, anlayın, anlayın ki öğretsin, değiştirsin. Bırakın hayat sizi kendinizle tanıştırsın." Gitarın oyması bitmişti, Elif`e verdi. Bir gün buradan giderse geride kendinden bir parça bırakmak istemişti daha hiç gitmeye niyeti olmasa da. Geride bıraktığı parçanın bu küçük heykelcikler değil, çocukların verimli beyinlerine ekilmişilham tohumları olduğunu düşünmeden başladı son taşı oymaya, bu taş Ruhi`nin köpeği içindi. O köyden bir sanatçı çıkacaktı. elif, yazdığı üç kitapla kitlelere ulaşıp farkındalık yaratacak, o kitabı okuyan bir müzisyen esinlenip yeni bir müzik yaratacak, çalışırken o müziği dinleyen genç bir kimyacı amgdalinden leatral üretmeyi başaracak;kanserden ölmek üzereyken kimyacının ürettiği leatrali kullanan bir avukat kanseri yenip çocuk haklarını esas alan çok önemli bir yasanın meclisten geçmesi için savaşıp kazanacak;meclisten geçen yasa sayesinde hayatı kurtulan bir çocuk milyonlarca insanın hakkını yağmadan kurtaracaktı...Şükürler olsun ki hayat her an, hepimizden daha akıllıydı. Tek yapmamız gereken ilhamımızı bulmak ve ölesiye onu korumaktı. Çünkü evrende tesadüf yoktu.

I arrive suspended above the Cauldron of Wisdom. There are crones gathered all around the Cauldron of Wisdom. I ask if I can sip from the Cauldron of Wisdom. “Anything you want, my dear,” they reply, laughing. They begin to lower me into the cauldron, laughing again, saying, “The cauldron’s sipping you! Time to rebirth from the earth.” I swim deep in the cauldron. It is full of green dragons. There are earth dragons and water dragons and we swim around together. When I’m fully soaked, the crones pull me out. They give me the gift of tongues, the gift of wands, the gift of words, the poetry of the birds: “You are our daughter, lover, sister, mother—birth well, my dear.

Deneyimlediğim kadarıyla, insanın en belirgin özelliği, adaptasyonu. Bu özellik sizin hem gücünüz hem de zaafınız. Adaptasyonunuz sayesinde birçok durumda ayakta kalabiliyorsunuz ama yine adaptasyonunuz sayesinde düzeltmeniz gereken birçok yanlışın içinde de rahatlıkla yaşayabiliyorsunuz. Yanlışlığını fark etmenize rağmen adapte olma haliniz, o yanlışı düzeltmek adına sırası gelen değişikliğe karşı direnç göstermenize yol açabiliyor. Alışkanlıklarınız, engelleriniz haline gelebiliyor. Bu direnci kırdığınız anda, bir sınraki evreye adapte olabilmeniz evrende bedenlenen birçok Çi deneyiminden daha hızlı. Kısacası eğer kendinizle mücadele edip kendinize izin verirseniz çok hızlı evrimleşiyorsunuz.

The Glass Castle is also known as the Grail Castle, the pilgrimage place of the Grail knights, troubadours, Merlins, and bards, like Taliesin, who enter within the Grail Gates of her spinning, spiral tower to receive their initiation and rebirth. This is the hero’s journey, to make the pilgrimage into the Womb. King Solomon; Yeshua, descendent of King David; and King Arthur also walked this labyrinth Womb path and experienced the shamanic internment, and symbolic rebirth or resurrection through the Divine Feminine—at-one-ment with the Great Mother. The heroine’s journey is to not only enter the Grail Castle, but to become the Grail Castle; to become both the eternal pilgrim and also the sacred site that the knights and bards make pilgrimage to, to receive their baptism; to become a Magdalene, a magical doorway or womb portal for others.

Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer.

Varoluşun ana fikri,deneyimlemektir,her şeyi bilmek değil. Bilgi ancak deneyimlediklerini analiz etme yetisi geliştirdiğinde ve diğer deneyimleyenleri yargılamayı kestiğinde işe yarar kıvama gelir. Çünkü önemli olan bilmek değil anlamaktır. Gerçekten anladığında asla yargılamazsın. Yargılamak varoluşa aykırıdır. Her varlığın mutlak bir TEK'ten geldiği bir mekanizmada yargılamak en büyük saygısızlıktır. Kısacası varlık aslında her şeyi bilerek bedenlenir ama amaç daha fazlasını anlayabilmek olduğundan doğumla birlikte bilinci geçmişte biriktirdiği bilgilere kapatılır. Çünkü önemli olan geçmişte anladıklarının özüne ne kadar işlediğini ölçebilmektir. Bilginin davranışa dönüşüp dönüşmediğini ölçer hayat. Varlığın yaşayacağı her kriz, yaşamı ne kadar anladığını ölçmek için özenle tasarlanır ve yaşanılan zorluk ne olursa olsun seçimleri daima yaşamın yanında olanlar varoluşun katmanlarında ilerlemeye hak kazanırlar. Yaşamın yanında olmak, anlamakla başlar, anlamaksa yadırgamamakla. Sonuca varmak için acele edenler hep kestirmeden gidip mutlak sonuç ararlar ama böylesine zengin anlamlarla var edilmiş evren mekanizmasında son ve sonuç aslında yoktur, değişim, dönüşüm vardır. Her son bir başlangıç, her sonuçsa varılan Tek'ten yeni bir anlama yolculuktur. Ama ne demek istediğimi anlamak için önce varoluş yolculuğunu fark etmelisin.

Many people experience only the “theory of love” in this world, in which they “know” or “think” they are loved—but do not receive this love in a deeply embodied way. Often we look back on our “perfect” childhoods and cannot fathom where our deep emotional injuries have come from. Our parents love us, they say they love us and we know they love us; they fed and clothed us, worried about us, and took care of us to the best of their abilities. But often, at best, we have only been receiving the theory of love, and at worst we have been on the receiving end of emotional abuse or control, either subtle or overt. Primordial Love means original love, our first love—which extends from the Source of Creation deep into every cell of our being and every quality of our soul. In physical form it is given from a deeply loving heart presence; it is intimate, playful, sensual, sensitive, responsive, feeling, emotionally intelligent, kind, intuitive. When we have not received enough true primordial Love, we resist it and feel overwhelmed and out of control when we receive love—as if it is destroying the safe barrier we have erected around ourselves. Like a bud, we need to trust and open to deeply embodied love; to allow the “sunshine” in to nourish us and bring us back to life again. When we are touched by primordial Love we feel truly seen, felt, and received at a soul level. Our physical bioenergetic and spiritual pathways open to intimate connection with others, with earth, with animals, with All of existence. Primordial Love wires our physical, neural, and soulful pathways to become a living chalice for Love. We become wired to receive love from all sources, physical and nonphysical, and to trust in loving touch. From this embodied place we can truly give love to others and pass the gift of love on, rather than passing forward paradigms of lack, sacrifice, and suffering.

Aeden in en cok düşünceden düşünceye atlayan ırkıydı insanlar. Bir konuyu tamamlamadan meraklarının sürüklediği diğer konulara sürüklenme eğilimindeydiler.Bu, insanın zihninin daha hızlı gelişmesine neden olan bir özellikken aynı zamanda diğer ırklarca ''insan önyargısı'' diye bilinen zayıflığının da temeliydi. Hızlı düşünme ancak kalıplar oluşturarak mümkün olabiliyordu. Ve her kalıp bir önyargıya dönüşebiliyordu. Hızlıca karar vermeye çalışırken kendi önyargı hapishanesinde kalabiliyordu insanlar.

İnsan organizması sorması gereken sorular yerine hep karşısındakinin duymasını istediği cevapların sorularına odaklanmaya eğilimli.

This was not the encounter I’d dreamed of on the way back home. I flew between the fluffy clouds, longing for the radiant rays of kindred love that had illuminated the house on Sun Street. I was waiting for the moment I could hug Agha Joon and tell him about our life in America. I wanted to circle my hands around Azra’s neck and fill my lungs with the rose perfume she wore in the triangle of her long neck, her shoulders, and the rim of her floral chador. The sweet scent of home inhabited that triangle, different from the saccharine-filled marshmallow fragrance I’d gotten used to in the United States. A poignant pressure squeezed my heart as I entered the gloomy, polluted dusk of Tehran.

Olmamız gereken şeye dönüşebilmek için küçük küçük darbelere ihtiyacımız vardır. Maalesef darbeler acıtır, büyürken acırsınız. Ama ancak acıyarak kendimizi bulduğumusu kimse söylemez bize, belki dekprkacağımızı sanırlar. Halbuki ruhumuz acıdıkça kabuğumuz soyulur... İçimizdeki güzellik dışımıza çıkana kadar.

Yeteneğine ancak bir amaca hizmet etmeyi öğretirsen onu geliştirebilirsin.

Matter is the most precious form of light. It is embodied love, and is part of an incredible cosmic experiment to bring light into the deepest vibration of ecstatic expression, flowing as liquid gold.

Eli noticed that he had embarrassed me, chuckling softly at my reaction to his comment. And I unexpectedly discovered I had a new favorite sound.

Abbas, if one day, the sun rose in the west, practically the whole world would stop and stare. But there is a handful of people who watched it rise in the east every day and wondered why. These are the people who change the world.

Awaken from the chase of everything and feel at peace with a blanket of nothing

All this talk about and for nothing in a world where everything costs so much

At lunch, I think about your hands, and that's it. That's my spine unloosening for the day. That's all the ocean in my belly heading straight to the shore of my throat. I think about your hands and suddenly, I don't know what to do with mine. Suddenly my fingers are not my fingers but the empty space between them where yours should be. I am all missing, I lose myself for the day and leave to find you. I misplace my throat because it is clasped in the cup of your hand. I leave my bitten lips on your bedside table. My thighs have the ghosts of bruises unfurling into poppies, like bloodstains on snow. I break things because I am shaking and I am shaking because you are not with me and you are not with me because we are just learning to touch each other through the spaces between us. It is violent that we cannot touch each other, yet. It's a war crime. It should be illegal that my fingers still haven't learned the notches of your back. I think about holding your wrist in the O of my thumb and my index finger. I think about kissing the blue veins there. I think about careful mouth touches, and the tender of you. The warm, soft hollow of you, and how I lose my bottom lip wondering about yours. I'll kiss you there, I promise. I promise.

Do you challenge me, child?” Azra Kaya cackled. “With that needle.” “Come, then,” Zerryn said, her voice surprisingly steady. “And we shall see who becomes food for the wolves.

But from my perspective, even if the models worked as well as we had hoped they would, the fundamental problem would still remain—very few effective anticancer treatments exist, so the predictions made through these models are more likely to be useful in what to avoid rather than what to give the patient. I cannot stress this enough times; scientists need to stop making

We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

With a vision to fix the world, if find the pieces and overcome the confusion.

And so, with a slow sweep of the arm that remained forever etched in my memory, he took out a match, lit it, and tossed it onto the pile of books. With a quiet huff...ff...ff the flames rippled over the pages, catching first the old books with the brown paper whose smell I loved so much. I vividly remember how Danko's Burning Heart was engulfed in flames that then licked at Luce's skirt who, desperately trying to protect herself from the fire in pages of Romain Rolland's book, held Pierre tightly to her breast. I watched as the fire spread to the intertwined lovers Pierre and Natasha, Heathcliff and Cathrine Earnshaw, Scarlett O'Hara and Rhett Butler, Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy, abelard and Heloise, Tristan and Isolde, Salaman and Absal, Vis and Ramin, Vamegh and Azra, Zohreh and Manuchehr, shirin and Farhad, Leyli and Majnun, Arthur and Gemma, the Rose and the Little Prince, before they had the chance to smell or kiss each other again, or whisper. "I love you" one last time.

according to a report in Nature on the study, researchers at the NCI concluded that other compounds that might work in humans were never tested on the erroneous belief that if they couldn’t help PDX mice, they couldn’t help humans either.

more and more artificial mouse models and tissue culture cell lines for cancer drug development. These resources can and should be invested in better pursuits.

For the next quantum leap, fundamentally different strategies have to be developed. The two immediate steps should be a shift from studying animals to studying humans and a shift from chasing after the last cancer cell to developing the means to detect the first cancer cell.

Hayat seni kendinden uzaklaşmaya başladığında yakalar ve öyle bir köşeye sıkıştırır ki kaçamazsın. İçindeki gücü bulup dönüşmen gereken şeyi net bir şekilde görene, anlayana kadar sıkıştırır. Acıtır. Anlamadan gidemezsin nu dünyadan çünkü anlamak, anlamlandırmak için buradasın. Kendini bulmadan var olamazsın çünkü potansiyelini doldurmak zorundasın

CAR-T therapy in a very small subset of cancer patients with lymphoid disease is fantastically successful, albeit causing severe short-term toxicities and many known and unknown lifelong side effects. It is clear that much work lies ahead before this strategy can be scaled up for general use. Yet the hype surrounding CAR-T is such that practically every patient questions me about why they are being deprived of the magic cure. The results are not always magical: Despite high-target, cell-specific killing in vitro and encouraging preclinical efficacies in murine tumor models, clinical responses of adoptively transferred T cells expressing α-folate receptor (FR) specific CAR in ovarian cancer were disappointing. No reduction of tumor burden was seen in the 14 patients studied. The absence of efficacy was ascribed to lack of specific trafficking of the T cells to tumor and short persistence of the transferred T cells.

We should not be aiming for weeks of improved survival. Our goals should be higher. The public needs to see how far we have drifted from the original aims as oncologists and researchers and at what cost to the patient.

The vast majority of researchers are studying diseases they never see, in animals who don’t get them spontaneously, or in test tubes where the “cancer” must be artificially created and maintained.

To begin the ending, we must end the beginning. Prevention will be the only compassionate, universally applicable cure. It is not prevention through lifestyle changes. Individuals with pristine eating and exercising habits get cancer because cancer-causing mutations accumulate as natural consequences of reproduction and aging of cells. The new strategy must go beyond early detection as practiced currently through mammograms and other routine screening tests. The prevention I am talking about is through identification and eradication of transformed cancerous cells at their inception, before they have had a chance to organize into a bona fide malignant, incurable disease. This may seem an unattainable, utopian dream, but it is achievable in a reasonable time. We are already using sophisticated technology to detect the residues of disease that linger after treatment, the last cancer cell. Can we not reverse the order of things and use the tests to detect the first?

Treating cancer as one disease is like treating Africa as one country.

Böyle gri gecelere çok nadir rastlanır ve o gri gecelerde seçtiğin her şey hayatını belirler. Sonsuza dek belirler hem de. Biz o gece, bizi yakalayan griliğin içinde kaybolduk.

The more I care for myself, the more I can care beyond myself.

There is one and only one goal for all of us—to ensure that all our intellectual efforts are directed toward the relief of humanity’s suffering.

I cannot stress this enough times; scientists need to stop making more and more artificial mouse models and tissue culture cell lines for cancer drug development. These resources can and should be invested in better pursuits. No one, however, willingly surrenders their pet projects, no matter how far they have drifted from the original intent, as long as they can maintain their grip on grants and power.

Hep yanımda, tenim gibi... bambaşka olsa da, hissi hep kendim gibi.

A scientist can become consumed by devotion to facts without caring about what their value is to humanity.

Your life won't start if you don't.

Convincing an ego is to convince our collective.

Azra lay gazing at the ceiling, her hands folded over her stomach, feeling sorry for herself because while her elder daughter had followed the right path, her younger was a divorced single mother who’d always made foolish decisions, was making them still.

Trickster is amoral, and neither malevolent or benevolent. He teaches us through reaching into our own sexual wounds and seducing us to reveal them...In a wild sensuous epiphany, he confronts the forbidden psyche of the woman with his raw masculine essence that is alluring and sexually potent, and ignites her erotic imagination...Trickster, through his mischievous games, highlights our shadow— sometimes in a subtle way, sometimes in a shocking way. He brings us the gift of nous, instinctive knowing that comes from deep within. The message Trickster delivers is, “Never allow your compassion to get in the way of your discernment” or as Yeshua put this, “Be as wise as serpents and as gentle as doves.” Often what we mistake for love and compassion is actually a pattern of powerlessness, inherited from our ancestry, which we keep repeating.

This journey into the Cosmic Womb can be felt as an inner death; falling into the abyss, the Void, with no known way to come back out. Surrendering into this perceived individual death and trusting the process opens the heart and Womb back to the great web of life. The initiation comes from emerging at the otherside, forever changed, neither here nor there but fully present, able to enjoy and give the wisdom, gifts, and fruits of all worlds, while fully grounded and born back into this world, middleworld, as an innocent, sensual, wise being. In Celtic lore this journey into the Cosmic Womb is encoded in the story of Arianrhod and her spinning tower. “Arianrhod’s tower is also called Caer Sidi, the Glass Castle or Spiral Tower and is traditionally the place wherein lore keepers serve their apprenticeship. The terms are strict and it is thought of as an imprisonment. Taliesin says he spent three periods in the prison of Arianrhod, learning his trade as seer and poet—the art of seeing clearly (clairvoyance) and the art of telling well so his audience could learn too (poetry); two basic skills for the shaman.

This reunion of solar and lunar consciousness into one state of being is the Great Work of all alchemical traditions. As we start to enter the sacred marriage of consciousness, we merge our lunar and solar selves into one—gaining access to the wisdom and gifts of both. In the sunlit paths of waking life we still have access to the great dark ocean of dream consciousness that birthed us; in the lunar dreamtime paths of the night, we can bring the clarity and lucidity of our waking consciousness to interpret our experiences, and bring back messages, visions, and insights into the solar world.

Creation is a love story; we are created to fall in love, to be love in love with love. Sacred relationships are the foundation of the Grail path—the act of coming together in a deeply loving union mirrors the most primordial cosmic movements of creation. Making love mirrors the making of the world itself. Our longing is full of creative birthing power. In Kabbalah (from Hebrew word roots meaning “womb,” “vulva,” and “to receive”—the feminine chalice or Womb) the creation myth records that Ein Sof (the Divine field of eternal formlessness) desired to experience itself and that a yearning arose to meet with itself face to face, in sacred duality. And from this longing the tree of life and the masculine and feminine twins were created; their destiny was always to merge in love and meet with their Creator, so Love could “face itself ” in a new and evolutionary way.

This dimension is nowhere else but here, it is not supernatural or enlightened nor a heaven far away. It is our human birthright, born of the very essence of existence, which loves because it is love. It is a deep feeling, a space you melt into, an infinite realm of magical possibilities. Feelings become tangible, shadows, wisps, whispers, caresses, opening out into undulating vistas of sensual perception. Feelings embrace us, submerge us, commune with us, envelop us, dissolve us—take us beyond time itself. There are no imposed rules, no enforced boundaries, no narrow definitions to measure yourself against. Everything just is, and is embraced gently in loving arms. Flowing, fluid, graceful, enchanting, the Heart opens into fairyland. A place of ecstatic innocence and wonder, where love is breathed in and exhaled out in every moment, shared, circulated, played with, creating a trust that makes all things safe to feel and be...It is a place of nonachievement, of giving in, letting go, surrendering, of crying tender tears for all those places that still feel hurt, unworthy, unloved. It is a place to be real, to be free, to relax fully into the heart...Feminine consciousness is fluid, oceanic, opening us into the ecstatic experience of life as a mystical dreamtime of love and possibilities. Once we have touched this mystery it will whisper, embrace, and entwine with our most contracted places, gently opening them out into the mysterious magic of existence . . . it will reunite our masculine selves with the unknown.

The true feminine vibration or essence will always feel healing, loving, kind, non-hierarchical, wild. It will awaken your own power, rather than having power over you; it will inspire you with trust, not fear of negative consequences. Love will always be enveloped in a kind, nurturing Divine softness, even if it is delivering radical truth or fierce compassion or is wild with primordial passion. As a race we have hardened up; love invites us into softness again.

Womb cosmologies also contained the secret teachings of awakening the “Magdalene Womb,” or the “mystical rose,” by experiencing a mystical union with the Earth Womb. Through the spiral path of merging and harmonizing with the primordial elements, a person could once more enter the collective dreaming of Gaia. This mystical descension process into the Earth Womb, or the underworld, was the key to unifying with the arche, primordial feminine first cause, the deep silence of the dark mother. Uniting with the interconnected cosmic weaving allowed one to gain access to the vast knowledge store held within the Akashic field—the collective cosmic memory....connection with this energy was achieved through a feminine path of descent rather than ascent.

This twin or etheric double, who acts as a protective guardian and interface between a human being and the infinity of spirit world, is found throughout the world—encoding the knowledge that just as we have a placenta-being who mediates for us in the womb, and brings us nourishment from the mother, so do we have an energy double who performs the same function throughout our life. We have often lost touch with this twin, who holds our magical, supernatural, spiritual powers. To the magician or sorcerer, the stronger your energetic placenta, or spiritual double, the stronger your magical powers. The purpose of the magical path was to unify mind, body, and psychology with this energetic twin, the interface between you and the universal life force. Thus, in Egypt and many other cultures, a great emphasis was placed on building and strengthening the ka body, for purposes ranging from spiritual rebirth to black magic and the accumulation of wordly power. The life force is neutral and can be accumulated for selfish or spiritual purposes.

İnsanları hayatından hata yaptıkları için değil onlardan umudunu kestiğin zaman çıkartırsın.

Who were you before they touched you? Kissed your whole mouth clean? Pressed you into the quiet concave of The Earth? Pinned your wings there? I loved you before it happened. That soft un-stripping of yourself. How they poured concrete into your hollows. Pushed you into every river they could find." - "Feathers

Who were you before they touched you? Kissed your whole mouth clean? Pressed you into the quiet concave of The Earth? Pinned your wings there? I loved you before it happened. That soft un-stripping of yourself. How they poured concrete into your hollows. Pushed you into every river they could find." - "Feathers