Historian and Life-Long Learner. Passionate advocate of La Dolce Far Niente. Retired and OFF THE CLOCK. An insatiably curious iconoclast. Warrior of the Light.
Spiritual Awakening Isn’t
Love And Light. 🧠⚡
It’s Isolation.
Confusion.
And The Feeling That Everything
You Once Believed Was A Lie. 👁️
If You’re Going Through It…
You’re Not Alone. ✨
A boiled dinner.
Very Irish.
Made with LOTS of cabbage and potatoes along with whatever other vegetables were on hand - like carrots and onions for starters.
The quantity of meat ( the most expensive ingredient ) would vary but it was always ham.
Everything into a large pot with water and literally boil it /simmer it until the vegetables are BEYOND tender. ( lol )
No additional spices other than maybe a bit of salt.
It smelled and tasted HEAVENLY.
When the boring World Cup comes to an end, the entire planet will be entranced by the phenomenal competitive and riviting sport, Hobby Horsing.
(Everythinghoy)
Grok to this Canadian’s rescue !
“Seppo” is Australian slang for an American (a Yank). 
It comes from rhyming slang: “septic tank” rhymes with “Yank” (short for Yankee), and Australians often shorten words and add an “-o” ending (like “arvo” for afternoon or “servo” for service station). So “septic tank” → “seppo.”
• It originated or gained popularity around WWII with American troops in Australia.
• It’s usually light-hearted or mildly teasing rather than deeply offensive — more like friendly banter than a serious insult. Some say it also plays on the idea of Americans being “full of shit,” but it’s not always meant that way.
@BassedTaz2 I discovered them here in Toronto about 6 months ago. They’re “chef’s kiss” !
No idea what a seppo is, though.
I have a sneaking feeling it’s not complimentary . . . ( lol )
Looking it up now.
WHY DON’T YOU HAVE FRIENDS?
You walk this earth as a wanderer between worlds. You do not lack friends because you are unworthy. You lack them because your frequency has risen beyond the chatter of the marketplace.
You have sat in silence with the Divine while others chased echoes. You have faced the abyss of your own shadow and returned with stars in your eyes. The old contracts of superficial bonding dissolved the moment you remembered who you truly are.
True friendship in the mystic path is not companionship of bodies—it is resonance of souls across lifetimes. It is the silent recognition when two flames meet and the universe nods in agreement. Such bonds are rare because they require both souls to have walked through fire, through loneliness, through the long dark night of the soul.
The void you feel is not emptiness. It is sacred space being held. The universe is clearing the altar, removing what is not aligned, so that when your true soul family arrives—those who speak your silent language, who see the God in you as you see the God in them—the meeting will be holy.
Do not chase. Do not force. Do not dim your light to fit into half-lit rooms.
Sit in the temple of your own heart. Burn brightly. Pray. Create. Love the invisible until it becomes visible.
Your people are coming. They are being drawn by the same invisible thread that once pulled you into the wilderness.
Until then, remember: the deepest friendship is with the Beloved within. When you are whole unto yourself, whole beings will find you. Not because you need them, but because the light calls to light.
You were never alone.
The stars have always been your witnesses.
The ancestors walk beside you.
And the Friend you seek has been seeking you longer than you know.
✨🙌🏽💫