Yellow Bear&';s Journeys in Paradise

You will Find Paradise at the Center of your Heart

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Quotes About Paradise 🏝️

Book: Yellow Bear

In Paradise You’re kind of inside-out. Instead of You keeping the Real You inside, protected; the Real You keeps You on the inside, protected.
Our Ocean in Paradise is one which supports us and one which we willingly support.
The Wind is always there directing you; sometimes gently; sometimes not so gently

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The Problem with living in Paradise you see, is that most of the time you’re happy. When you’re sad happiness flows through you and warms you. When you’re angry, happiness flows through you and energizes you.

The problem with living in Paradise is that there’s beauty all around.

The problem with living in Paradise is that you’re never lonely. The only time you’re alone is when you want to be alone.

The problem with living in Paradise is that you like it there and might never want to leave.

The problem with living in Paradise is that every day is super great.

The problem with living in Paradise is that all your needs are met.

The problem with living in Paradise is that there’s time to do what you want to do.

The problem with living in Paradise is that being sick is not a problem.

The problem with living in Paradise is that it’s not as complicated as not living in Paradise.

The problem with living in Paradise is that the sun’s always shining, even when it’s raining.

So, what insane fear is keeping you from living in Paradise?

As Yellow Bear says, The problem with living in Paradise is that there are blueberries everywhere you look.

As some wise person said, The problem with living in Paradise is that you’re living in Paradise.

Or – The problem with living in Paradise is that there are reminders everywhere you look that you are living in Paradise, and that would be just too much to bear.

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It had been a good week for Silly Bob.
It had been a very good week!
A MIRACLE had happened and he was caught up on all his work at work. Further, he had nothing he really had to get done at home this weekend.

So, Silly Bob was just going to laze around, chill out, and take it easy.
Well, maybe he wouldn’t laze around. Perhaps he’d putz around instead.

Yes, this was great!
Silly Bob could relax, for the first time in he couldn’t remember how long. Just relax, and actually, maybe, get some good sleep; some real sleep.

And then what happened?

[Yawn]. Well, I’ll tell you what happened. He snored! It wasn’t just any snoring either. It was almost as if he was snoring a tune, a happy tune.

The next morning, Silly Bob awoke, got out of bed and went to the window. Strange, he hadn’t remembered there being a window here; and he certainly wouldn’t have left it slightly open.
But there was a nice breeze blowing through it. And he could hear the birds singing because the window was open. So he left it that way.

Then he went downstairs to fix himself some breakfast.

I’ll bet he had blueberries!

Why, yes he did! Blueberry pancakes with blueberry syrup. He didn’t remember having any blueberries in the fridge, but there they were!

This was turning into just a wonderful, wonderful day!

Then he went outside and just walked around admiring all the bushes and plants and birds and animals that he had never noticed before.

My, oh my! It was already time for lunch.

Yellow Bear would have had blueberries again, but Silly Bob didn’t.

Well, what did he have?

Something equally delicious. Today was nice, but Silly Bob thought perhaps he should do something. So he looked around the house for something to do - nothing too difficult or that would take too much time. Just something.

He passed by a mirror and noticed that the person in the mirror was smiling. Then, Silly Bob realized that the person in the mirror was himself – funny how that works. And there was that darn smile on his face.

Silly Bob went and got a washcloth. Then, he stood in front of the mirror trying to wipe the smile off his face. But try as he might, the smile just wouldn’t go away.
This would never do. Silly Bob was going to have to wear a balaclava (ski mask) to work.

Well, it was nothing to worry over. He still had another day and a half to figure out how to get rid of that silly smile before he had to go back to work.
Silly Bob decided he might as well enjoy the rest of the weekend.

Well, the next day came and things were pretty much the same. The main difference was that when Silly Bob saw his smile in the mirror, he started to like it. That would just never do. Smiling was one thing. Enjoying things was one thing. But enjoying smiling!?! There was no way in The Forbidden Word! that Silly Bob was going to enjoy smiling.

Silly Bob went looking for something to cover his smile with. What he found was a brochure on the kitchen table. Funny how he hadn’t noticed it when he was eating. The brochure cover said,
Hi, Silly Bob!
He thought - That’s nice. A brochure addressed personally to me.
He opened the brochure. Inside it said,
Welcome to Paradise! Enjoy your stay.
What was this?!? He didn’t live in Paradise. And he hadn’t taken a trip. But things were different. Nicely different. Too nice in fact, and Silly Bob just didn’t like it.

Silly Bob was going to put a stop to this! He would leave Paradise!!!
But how had he gotten here? Where was the exit?
He read the rest of the brochure, but it didn’t say.

Silly Bob really wasn’t prepared for the next thing that happened. Somebody was laughing, very loudly. Somebody very close by.

Who was it?

Silly Bob realized that he was the one who was laughing. And when he realized that, he laughed some more. It was so loud, we could almost hear him from here. He laughed for a very long time.
After 1764 seconds of laughing, Silly Bob stopped.
Then he stopped trying to do anything. He just waited. Waited to see what scrumptious thing would happen next. Somehow he had stumbled into Paradise and he would just have to live with it.

Say Yellow Bear? Did you put more blueberries in Silly Bob’s fridge? It’s almost time for his supper.

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It was a very nice day for a parade. So Yellow Bear, Shana, and I decided to walk over to Paradise to see if they were having one. And since we decided to walk there, we did.

We were very surprised and very excited when they said, Yes, we are having a Parade today. Everyone thought it would be a very nice day to have a parade. And we all wanted to be in the parade. Then we thought, that will never do. We can’t all be in the parade. There has to be somebody to watch it. But everyone wanted to be in the parade and everybody wanted everybody who wanted to be in the parade to be in the parade. Then we got the good news that you were coming, so now we can all be in the parade and you can all watch. But what if I want to be in the parade, too? Yellow Bear asked.

So, then it was decided that everybody who wanted to could be in the parade whenever they wanted to, and everybody could also watch the parade whenever they wanted to. Sometimes a person would be in the parade, and then they’d take a break, step out of the parade and watch for a while.
Shana had that brilliant idea, and everybody loved it.

As it ended up, the three of us had so much fun watching the parade, that we forgot about being in the parade. But that’s another story.

So, the parade was going along nicely. There were floats, Yellow Bear almost ate one until I told him they weren’t Ice Cream Floats. There were dancers and marchers and musicians and singers. There were people walking on stilts and those with funny hats and jugglers and acrobats. Some people walked by with a sign which read, Welcome to Parade-ise!

Then came the grand finale. The Royalty of Paradise came by in all their finery. (Their pet fish came by in all their finnery.) Everybody loves the Royalty of Paradise. People threw flowers in their direction, which planted themselves in the ground and sprouted and grew. Yes, it was very grand!

Who is the Royalty of Paradise? you ask.

Look in the mirror!

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Paradise: The sound that is made when a crystal is struck by a tuning fork, and that sound bounces off the water, creating a splash of color.

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What if we’re really living in Paradise and just don’t know it?

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Doo Doo Twaxatl
Fa Ja Iswatl
La Do Asmatl
Paradise!

Ease into
Ever expanding
Until you become
Paradise!

Book: The Language of the Wind: Blueberry Juice for the Soul

I want to see you enter into Paradise
Dance with the elves and ride the whales
Play with the trees and laugh with their children
Enter into the starlight of night

A wonderful world awaits you
In Paradise, Land of Grace
Land of Plenty and Beauty
Paradise, Paradise, Paradise

This world is just an illusion
The truth is in your heart
Paradise is reality
Jump in! Let’s start!

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There’s a rumbling in your heart
That low A string of a cello – vibrating – not wildly, but constant

At times you can barely hear it
At others, it’s so loud you can barely hear anything else

It’s JOY wanting to be free
It’s HOPE wanting to be born
It’s LOVE, gushy old love

There’s someone / something out there vibrating at the same frequency (or are they inside?)
Causing your heart to swell
Calling forth your secret through your mouth
The secret of who you are

You can’t be lost in Paradise
Your heart is pulling you in
The rumbling’s getting louder now
Jump in! You’re almost there!

Book: The Wind is Whispering, Whispering in your Ear

A refugee
Misses his home most of all
It may have been hell
And though he yearns for it
He can never go back

We are all refugees from Paradise
We can never go home
The only way to return
Is to listen to the beat of your heart

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First, you fall in love with the Universe
Then you learn to listen to the Music
Which draws you into the Dance
Next you go whirling into Paradise
Where you run into the waiting arms of your Mother
You are in love

This causes you to remember that you are at peace All is one
You are not alone
You are in love

For some, life starts in the womb
You are in love
For others, life starts at birth
For us, life starts every moment that we fall in love

Listen to the music
The music which is inside you
The music which surrounds you
The music of the spheres

Embrace the music
Be drawn into the dance
Trip the light fantastic
Fall in love
Take one more chance

Whirling into Paradise
You fling open that door
And let love into your Universe
Be at peace evermore

Your mother is waiting
With arms open wide
Walk together through fields
Where wildflowers strew their petals of love

Book: The Wind&';s on the Horizon: Just Over the Edge

Slip into the slipstream
Find another course
Don’t discourse
Quietly
Steadily
Your next step’s a leap
Into another world
One that’s called Paradise!

Slip into the slipstream
Let it carry you there
Nirvana awaits
No struggle
No worry
Angels will carry you
You’ll feel no fear
Only the elation of Heaven

Slip into the slipstream
Don’t let nothing hold you back
One more time
No “round-to-it”
No try
Flow in the stream
Glide along gracefully
Now you’re almost Home

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Sometimes the only way to get to Paradise is to let the trees part and open the path before you

Sometimes the only way to get to Where You Want to Be is to let the window open its drapes and place you in the picture

Sometimes the only way to Feel Secure is to let the blankets wrap themselves around you
Sometimes the only way to Experience Joy is to let it well up within you as your tears stream from your eyes to your toes like a waterfall

Sometimes there is nothing you can do to Take a Single Step in the Right Direction

Sometimes Paradise has to come to you

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As long as Paradise keeps out of sight
As long as Paradise hides in the distance
I can keep living my life
I can keep complaining
I can keep wishing I were in Paradise

As long as Paradise is far away
I can be fine
Yes, I can be fine living in
misery

But when I run towards Paradise
Paradise races towards me
And we collide in a bear hug!

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Things lurk in the shadows of Paradise
Fear, Frustration, Anger, Doubt
But the sun keeps shining through

Things lurk in the shadows of Paradise
To pursue, argue, curse you
But the sun keeps shining through

Things lurk in the shadows of Paradise
Wait a sec, there are no shadows in Paradise
‘Cause the sun keeps shining through

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Breathe deeply Hold love in your heart
With the Wind at your back, step through the door to Paradise
Walk the path to the Garden
Always walk with the Wind guiding your feet
Walk into the place you have always wanted to be
Don’t hold back
You are almost there

You are almost ready to be astounded by beauty and overwhelmed by joy

Just a few more steps my friend

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A tree lived for many years
It was a thick, shaggy fir tree

One day, a bear walked out of the tree
It was a thick, shaggy bear

Often the bear would return to the tree
The tree was comforting and seemed somehow familiar
But the bear never really realized that it was once part of the tree
The tree, for its part, never forgot

One day you stepped out of Paradise
You often return in moments of joy
But you never really realize that you were once part of Paradise
Paradise for its part, never forgets that it is part of you

Book: The Deep Path

We are running, running
Far from the hood
We are running from everything
That ever was good
We are running, running
Both far and wide
Even though we know
There’s nowhere to hide

We are closing, closing
All of the doors
We’re ignoring, ignoring
All goodness’s roars
We are stomping to put out
The fire of our hearts
We are desperate to flout
Wisdom wherever it starts

We think every time that
Now is our day
We think every time that
We’ll get our way
We think every time that
We’ll have our say
But, every time Ol’ Paradise
Stands in our way

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I say, “Yes”, to my new life. And, the shackles fall away from my feet. I rotate my ankles gingerly. Then, I try out their spring.

The weights on my shoulders were cemented there. I shrug my shoulders, indifferent to voices telling me that this is impossible. Those voices will always be there. Why should I listen?
Now, the moorings of those weights crack. They loosen and fall off, becoming dead weights at my feet.

The only thing now holding me in place is the weight that’s held fast in my heart. Nothing budges it until I cry. For, it’s the weight of unshed tears.

Light as a feather, forward I fly, with outstretched wings and heart. Stepping where I’ve never stepped before, I lightly bounce with joy. Paradise awaits!

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Unless you’re living in Paradise
This life will disappoint you

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