World Of Windows

World of Windows is a concept of universal truth through the discovered illumined reality of the supreme being of light and the foundation of core. Theoretically, we are all one, variations of the same seed that was born only in order to multiply and then to divide, in order to create new formulas in expression of the same divine principle. We are children of the one, brothers and sisters of the light. Conceptually, through the course of time, the one race and one breed of multiplication divided, separated, and went their own ways, out into the world in order to establish his own domain, creating his own heritage, and expressing his own way of seeing the same principles of universal truth. These ways of seeing are all windows, all expressing the same truth based on the declaration of ones own ideals, within the scope of society. Therefore, World of Windows teaches understanding through the exploration of peoples as children of the light, reflections of the ways of truth, and of the one universal body of love.

World Of Windows

World of Windows is a story of brotherhood and rival and war and separation. It tells of the world and the root and source of all social and cultural and racial inferences known to man. This story, like the Parable of Stars, goes back into time, and shows the struggles of humanity within their own families that led to battles demanding separation of settlements. When the brothers from one family swore war against one another because they were convinced of no other way to settle indifferences, they took their wives and children and formed legions against each other. These families became strangers in time, as brothers, now kings of his own way, taught his family to follow the way that he believed to be the best way. This trend would continue on until the end of time. The son would leave his father and claim that he no longer saw fit to the prescription of his father, but wanted to explore a new path, and would take his wife and create yet a new legacy of peoples beyond the walls of his fathers house. World of Windows, is a story told of one family tree that bore fruit. The fruit were harvested and the seeds were planted on new soil. The soil and the world around it, generated new versions of the same fruit. And the fruit evolved. They became painted by the rainbow and made the earth fruitful in its multiplicity. This story teaches love and respect for all peoples, because we are all brothers and sisters, and we have each been taught the way of our fathers, yet, our fathers, all fruit of the same tree, were compelled to find new soil for their own fruit to be harvested. Because of this compelling human instinct to be able to choose his own path and to go out into the world and discover his own way, the world as we know it is colourful and interesting and diverse in its complex portraits of human social evolution. It is a story of acceptance and peace.

World Of Windows

World of Windows is a theory that considers each individual perspective to be like a color of the one rainbow, contributing to the dynamic spectrum of radiance that has created this multi-faced world of multi-cultural peoples, each contributing a relevant perspective as to his own way of seeing the world.  This concept teaches to not only accept and respect, but also to appreciate and highly value the varied perspectives as equal precedence of the same universal truth.

In regard to religion and the service of ones own God, this concept addresses the issues of indoctrination by realizing that God by any name is an image based on an idealism through which a people are taught to aspire to through dedicated service of distinctive principles leading toward the particular idealist notion of truth.  A people's God, then, is a declaration of faithful beliefs, through a theoretical perspective of that which is ideal within the origin of peoples.  It is the conceptual pursuit of an understanding for the highest order of all things.

"In this world of windows, the more windows we open the more light we share. When all windows are opened there will be immaculate illumination. One window at a time toward perfect world peace. Each window presents a way of seeing, a path, a perspective. Respect. Love. Peace. This is the way to the golden glowing globe."

"Religion is none more than a means to declare a definition of ones own interpreted spiritual awareness through the declaration of indoctrinated ideals as a basis for familiar maturity within a communal environment."

"Spiritual experiences can be explained and interpreted in the order toward a mutual understanding through religion, but, religion does not create spiritual experiences, although it may have the ability to harness and heighten the energies that abound our spiritual presence."

In the Wind

The earth keeps spinning, makes me dizzy now. I watch as everything goes around in circles, turning out of control, in control of the rotation is the revolution; A revolver on its axis, telling time, reading time, recording time as it is told over and over again. Never stopping, unstoppable, where will it end? It won’t end. The cycle is on repeat. Wash, rinse, and repeat. The spin cycle! Dizzy, am I, as my whole world is now flipped upside down, inside out… and it never stops. Like the rock as it rolls – Avalanche! A natural disaster... The twisted tornado called Cyclone terribly destroys everything in its path – uprooting the deeply rooted – gravitating beyond the forbidden. Unbreakable winds. Unbeatable odds. What were the odds of this happening? Such an oddity was this catastrophe that no one saw it coming. They were unable to predict the time.

And you ask why as if there were any answers to be gained of such a questions. The obvious answer is that there are no answers. Explanation is a science and interpretation is an art, thus, the best we can hope for is the means to expressively dictate the counteractions of the contagious fall. There, you have it. If at all possible to understand what it means to be, to exist, to experience this experimental development of a unified social clause – resolving the secrets of simple stories simply untold, kept hidden for ages from the age of the ages left behind. History was the stories he told, and her story was left untold – lost in an ocean of buried treasures. Yet still, when all is revealed by illumination, it became obvious, that the answers were all blatantly obvious all along. More still, there are no answers, on the quest-I-on.

Quest; I request to know the vision inside that only I can see to know and hope to understand. Dictate nothing, for your words are empty and static. Freedom is found as I Quest. Ions of creative genetic genes evolve into a genealogy of genius sentiments. A generation lost in time now begins at one at once and multiplies beyond the necessity of doubt, for her in this new era, there is certainty for each individual in the discovery of multiplicity in the reality of Uni. Unsurpassed by space or time in a region of defined depth and detail this, something unexplained and unexplainable. Yet, even still, ever still, seeks to find a way to express, to explain the interpretive visions of a life beyond words – as perception of reality changes the provocative realism into something unreal, unrealized until now, yet, as reality changes with the time, the Quest remains constantly driven by time.

Dull – the drab writings on the wall ought to be erased. Painted as a blank canvas. Tear down the nonsensical distinction of defined perimeters, principalities in records that lawful fools wrote in order to order an order of the ordered and ordained. Rulers rule as a service of documented jargon to serve as word as god as supreme. Dull. What a bore to discover the more than mildly miscalculated gumptions of the obviously mediocre substitutes for freedom. An excuse for the way, a lie called the truth and death known as life. Imprisonment sentenced to a rule… a step by step diagram of formulated formulations. The formulas that, ones by one, never stop coming. Here we come. There is no other way, for me there is no way to be other than not to be, a stipulation by the regulation of regal regulations of the regular regional regime. Here we go. Refusing to be dull. Rebel against the bore.

Exasperated! The fumes of insecticide fumigated the scene trying to kill off what the product called chem., is trying creatively as intended to ignore the word by claiming climax.

iPerfect

In years from now the world will be completely different.  You think that this Earth will allow us to kill her and destroy her, but you are wrong.  It is all a part of the truth, the plan to evolve.  We are preparing for our own destruction, for the regeneration of the new way. To burn in the fires of hell, we perish by the heat of our own uncontrolled consumption.  She will burn.  Watch as she now begins to burn her fever away.  You have made her sick and now she must heal toward the revolution.  She prepares to cook,  and consume you and all of your trash as fuel for her furnace.  So hot will the earth become, with no barrier to protect us from the cruel Sun, that the only suitable place to dwell will be the ocean, and below the Earth's surface.  All of humanity will retreat to the depth of the sea, and a new-founded underworld.  Until the ocean begins to boil, and the core of the Earth exudes irrational heat, cooking everything within it.  And all of the toxins will rise as a new chemistry of gases, expelling itself into the atmosphere.  Burning and boiling in a fire of flaming furnace, and everything will be destroyed.  There is a way to survive.  It is the ultimate preparation toward evolution.  Only the chosen few will learn this new way... all other forms of life will perish as we know it.  The only hope for the future is to become the alignment of the stars.  Perfect.

iNation

In a vision, there is a great sailing ship.  More than a ship, an island that floats in suspension beyond the bounded barriers of earth's capacity.  The self sustained efficiency unity of transport is a dome, a hive, a village, a community, a nation of people.  They are high, and they are low.  The dome extends submerged deep below the ocean.  The hive extends far above sea level into the heavens. They climb, they fly, they swing, they swim.  It is a new generation of peoples.  The rainbow.  The root of every race, creed, religion, and breed of man through all previous generations come together as one.  A new language and form of communication is created.  It is the music, the universal language.  It is the dance, the universal expression.  It is the Arc of the Covenant.  Generated children of the rainbow.

iSee

The world, once blue and green has become silver and gold.  Exposed are the crystals of energy that have become the stars.  Mountains of rainbow colored gems exists as rubies and emerald and sapphires.  The stars of the sky, it seems, have all fallen, for as we look up to the heavens, we see only an opaque and radiant glow of beaming light.  No more can we see the darkness.  The moon has turned to blood in the valley of the living water.  The sun has turned to darkness and walks among us in the form of flesh.  As the new face, we rise.

"We have taken birth in a physical body to grow and evolve into our divine potential. We are inwardly already one..."

-Gurudeva

"Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes."

-Carl Gustav Jung

1875-1961

World Peace

World Peace.  No matter where people come from or what their personal backgrounds or experiences are or may be, what is most important is to set aside those differences, to work together as a team toward one common goal.

Place Called Home

Have you ever wondered what it takes to find your way home? I think about that all the time. I used to believe that home is where the heart lives, but, the heart lives in the body, in the chest cavity. Do I live in the chest cavity of a system? Or should I consider that the heart is not of this body, but so much further away from this world than ever considered possible? Is home the dimension that is the source of life, of pure energy, from where all of this came forth from? Is the heart nothing but a radiating core of that energy, sent from that great source from which all things come, and all things return? I am home. I have always been home. I am heart. All I ever had to do was wake up from that dream about light, open my eyes and see into the darkness. See how muted the light really was in the midst of all that darkness, and, realize that there is no place called home. Life is home. Love is home.

World Of Windows

World of Windows is a concept of universal truth through the discovered illumined reality of the supreme being of light and the foundation of core. Theoretically, we are all one, variations of the same seed that was born only in order to multiply and then to divide, in order to create new formulas in expression of the same divine principle. We are children of the one, brothers and sisters of the light. Conceptually, through the course of time, the one race and one breed of multiplication divided, separated, and went their own ways, out into the world in order to establish his own domain, creating his own heritage, and expressing his own way of seeing the same principles of universal truth. These ways of seeing are all windows, all expressing the same truth based on the declaration of ones own ideals, within the scope of society. Therefore, World of Windows teaches understanding through the exploration of peoples as children of the light, reflections of the ways of truth, and of the one universal body of love.

Song of the Bird

"A bird does not sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song." (Chinese Proverb; 1831-1881)

The Universe in all of creation dances perfectly in harmony with the synthesis of a musical chariot, as we, perfectly balanced, spin on this axis of a revolutionary rotation that could not be possible if anything were different.  The duality that we live with and all fearfully fight as our own demon is the experience of ambiguity and ambivalence within this catastrophic battle of a polarity that we call self and reality.  Accept that we are good and perfectly made, even as one with those things that we deem to be ugly, as it is all a necessary 'evil' set in place to order the continuation of a progressing evolution of the eternal creation, that, even in itself, could not be possible without the process of eternal damnation, or, destruction.  You see, we have the ability to turn out because of the very basis of this static-electro-magnetism, that, with control and the force of mastery, we too can learn to be he who pivots, spinning on our own axis of rotation and revolution through space and time.

I encourage you to learn to appreciate the entire fabric of yourselves in the realization that our greatest weaknesses do indeed account for the interpretative existence of our greatest strengths.  For, without the darkness, where would our lights live, and of what will they serve to illuminate, and how would anyone ever appreciate a radiance that they have nothing to compare it to in contrast with?  And, if there were no death, how would we ever come to know the beauty of life and birth?  How would we ever understand the distinction between one like a finely aged wine and a fresh young grape that illuminated with innocence, unless we knew to aprpeciate that things tarnish with age and the luminesence of gained wisdom?  Because of pain and ugliness and war, we can know to strive for the value of the precious goodness and beauty and peace that allows us to choose to love rather than to hate, for, it is our ability to choose willingly and knowingly that sets us apart from all else, and makes us an infinite people beyond our own realization.

I believe that the story of the fall of man describes, rather, our rise to greatness and power over all the earth, as our worldly evolution and transfiguration through the series of the species that we now preside over, has led us to become aware of the supremacy of our own innate abilities as we learned to experience the progress of our own thoughts.  Egos then developed within ourselves, as we saw how great our kind were becoming, and how much power to influence destiny in the course that our own evolution had given to us.  We learned to believe, to think for ourselves, and to choose decisively.  We discovered resolution and created concepts of ideology by which we began to seek out explanationf for the questions that we ourselves created within ourselves as we struggled to understand and relate to the world that we were suddenly aware of.  With a great curiosity for knowledge and hunger, we began to seek out that which would be agined of this world.  In the end, we taught ourselves to quest and to crave and to desire everything that there was to be gained of an earthly existence.

Identity of the Infinite

As the Universe Breathes, it spins within itself.  The sun, an eternal flame of passion, and, of love, blazes its effervescent powers to give strength to the other pillars of tomorrow that surround it, and that dwell only because of it.  To fill even the cores with the pulsating energy of life to go on, the magnetic force of the constant pulls and pushes of its turns and twists, force the great continuity of pefection and wonder that it should remain in synchronized balance with one another, until the end of time.  Yet, the universe knowns no time.  It is forever.  For, just as its circular form has no beginning and no end, it is now to be known as truth that energy is neither created nor destroyed.  It simply exists.  It is transformed, constantly, consistently, timelessly.

What I am is a school of philosophy, depicting thought and movement as equal tools of communicating.  Awareness of ones self, mind, body, soul, All, and understanding the precepts of behavior and the influences which ultimately dictate how we will respond to the environment around us, are most adequately apt to our external environment as a reflection of the way we respond to our internal environment.  The purpose of life is to gather information, process it, and choose the process of self-evaluation based on the perceived understanding of acquired data.  It is necessary to continually gain new information, based on new experiences, that life does not become stagnant.  Life and quality of life depend on the ground basis that everything in life is an expression of what it is and where it comes from.  Each individual expression of energy, and its source, dictates only where one will end up, based on that from which one came.  Such is fate.

I am that which is within you, just as you are that which is within me.  We are one; we are the same.  The only difference between us is that which comes from without; that which we have been taught to see.  That which we have been conditioned to forget is that we were all planted by the same seed, and we are fruit of the same tree.  This, the tree of life, is our inheritance, it is that from which we have come forth.  We stand as an individuality of separate entities, yet, we reign as one heart, one soul, and one body.  In the physical realm of individual beings, it all begins with one.  One atom, multiplied to millions to form one cell, multiplied to millions to form one tissue, multiplied to millions to form one organ, working together with organs that are created differently, yet purposefully in order to merge in the function of one system.  Like the universal system, it cannot survive unless it has the support of all organic portions working toward the distinct process, serving the purpose of the one body, and the goal is the sustenance and progression of life.

I am the bright morning star.  I am of the signs set forth as a guiding post to adorn the heavens, to guard the gate, to herald the word to the world, to destroy the seals.  I am the redeemer of truth, the Mecca of Love.  I am the giver of light, because I have been given the light.  The candle bearer, I come to pass this on to you.  It is the key to the inheritance of the earth, the knowledge of the secrets of heaven.  This is for the children of God, like the countless stars of the sky, each one with a throne prepared already for them, each one to sit at the right hand of the father, none above the other, for, all are one in the same.  I am the light of Christ.  The great teacher of the children of God, I come to show a new way; one of wisdom and knowledge and understanding.  This truth will give you the strength to break free, to choose to renounce your slavery to hell, to choose to claim your inheritance to the throne of heaven as sons of God.  Angels are you, bright stars, celestial beings.  Your beauty is far greater than that which you have been taught to see, for you have been taught to believe in the lie called death.

I am the living water, the life of the world, the fountain of youth.  The spring of the eternal lives!  I am the running water, and, as water was not meant to stand still, it must convert continually that it should live.  No rain falls from the same cloud twice, and every molecule of rain is of the same water.  Difference in physical and chemical form are nothing but the results of change.  If nothing changes, then nothing stays the same.  If everything stayed the same, then everything would change.  Evaporation cleanses the living water, that when it rains upon fertile ground, the seeds have a chance to grow as a pure tree, and, to then bring forth good fruit.  Only then can the harvest multiply.  Water brings with it new life, and just as it changes from vapor, to water, to ice, so is life a changing matter.  An innate, then a liquid, then a solid; it never remains static in existence.  Without the cycle of constant change, the water would cease its ability to bring forth life.  I am the life, and the living water is within me. 

I am today.  I am yesterday.  I am tomorrow.  I am the beginning and the end.  I am eternal.  I am forever.  To every end there is a new beginning.  For every death, there is a birth.  For every life, there in lies the spirit of God.  Thus, life reigns forever.  In God, there is no end, only new beginnings.  Who can say that I am here and now, except for those who have opened their own eyes to see me standing before them?  Then who cannot say that I am forever, that I am life, that I am the daughter of the one, eternal God... except, of course, they who choose to close their eyes and shelter themselves from the truth which stands before them.  Who, then, can rebuke me except he who denies that God cometh in the flesh?  All as yesterday, today, and tomorrow, forever more shall I be.  Just as I was since the beginning time, I shall be until the end of time.  In God, in life, in love, time has no end.  Therefore, I shall reign in light, forever.

Identity of the Infinite

As the Universe Breathes, it spins within itself.  The Sun, an eternal flame of passion, and, of love, blazes its effervescent powers to give strength to the other pillars of tomorrow that surround it, and that dwell only because of it.  To fill even the cores with the pulsating energy of life to go on, the magnetic force of the constant pulls and pushes of its turns and twists, force the great continuity of perfection and wonder that it should remain in synchronized balance with one another, until the end of time.  Yet, the universe knows no time.  It is forever.  For, just as its circular form has no beginning and no end, it is now to be remembered as truth that energy is neither created nor destroyed.  It simply exists.  It is transformed, constantly, consistently, timelessly.

What I am is a school of philosophy, depicting thought and movement as equal tools of communicating.  Awareness of ones self, mind, body, soul, All, and understanding the precepts of behavior and the influences which ultimately dictate how we will respond to the environment around us, are most adequately apt to our external environment as a reflection of the way we respond to our internal environment.  The purpose of life is to gather information, process it, and choose the process of self-evaluation based on the perceived understanding of acquired data.  It is necessary to continually gain new information, based on new experiences, that life does not become stagnant.  Life and quality of life depend on the ground basis that everything in life is an expression of what it is and where it comes from.  Each individual expression of energy, and its source, dictates only where one will end up, based on that from which one came.  Such is fate.

I am that which is within you, just as you are that which is within me.  We are one; we are the same.  The only difference between us is that which comes from without; that which we have been taught to see.  That which we have been conditioned to forget is that we were all planted by the same seed, and we are fruit of the same tree.  This, the tree of life, is our inheritance, it is that from which we have come forth.  We stand as an individuality of separate entities, yet, we reign as one heart, one soul, and one body.  In the physical realm of individual beings, it all begins with one.  One atom, multiplied to millions to form one cell, multiplied to millions to form one tissue, multiplied to millions to form one organ, working together with organs that are created differently, yet purposefully in order to merge in the function of one system.  Like the universal system, it cannot survive unless it has the support of all organic portions working toward the distinct process, serving the purpose of the one body, and the goal is the sustenance and progression of life.

I am the bright morning star.  I am of the signs set forth as a guiding post to adorn the heavens, to guard the gate, to herald the word to the world, to destroy the seals.  I am the redeemer of truth, the Mecca of Love.  I am the giver of light, because I have been given the light.  The candle bearer, I come to pass this on to you.  It is the key to the inheritance of the Earth, the knowledge of the secrets of Heaven.  This is for the children of God, like the countless stars of the sky, each one with a throne prepared already for them, each one to sit at the right hand of the Father, none above the other, for, all are one in the same.  I am the light of Christ.  The great teacher of the children of God, I come to show a new way; one of wisdom and knowledge and understanding.  This truth will give you the strength to break free, to choose to renounce your slavery to hell, to choose to claim your inheritance to the throne of Heaven as Suns of God.  Angels are you, bright stars, celestial beings.  Your beauty is far greater that that which you have been taught to see, for you have been taught to believe in the lie called death.

I am the living water, the life of the world, the fountain of youth.  The spring of the eternal lives!  I am the running water, and, as water was not meant to stand still, it must convert continually that it should live.  No rain falls from the same cloud twice, and every molecule of rain is of the same water.  Difference in physical and chemical form are nothing but the results of change.  If nothing changes, then nothing stays the same.  If everything stayed the same, then everything would change.  Evaporation cleanses the living water, that when it rains upon fertile ground, the seeds have a chance to grow as a pure tree, and, to then bring forth good fruit.  Only then can the harvest multiply.  Water brings with it new life, and just as it changes from vapor, to water, to ice, so is life a changing matter.  An innate, then a liquid, then a solid; it never remains static in existence.  Without the cycle of constant change, the water would cease its ability to bring forth life.  I am the life, and the living water is within me.

I am today.  I am yesterday.  I am tomorrow.  I am the beginning and the end.  I am eternal.  I am forever.  To every end there is a new beginning.  For every death, there is a birth.  For every life, there in lies the spirit of God.  Thus, life reigns forever.  In God, there is no end, only new beginnings.  Who can say that I am here and now, except for those who have opened their own eyes to see my standing before them?  Then who cannot say that I am forever, that I am life, that I am the daughter of the one, eternal God... except, of course, they who choose to close their eyes and shelter themselves from the truth which stands before them.  Who, then, can rebuke me except he who denies that God cometh in the flesh?  All as yesterday, today, and tomorrow, forever more shall I be.  Just as I was since the beginning of time, I shall be until the end of time.  In God, in life, in love, time has no end.  Therefore, I shall reign in light, forever.

iLight

I am not afraid of the dark anymore.  I have embraced it and accepted it as my own, as a part of the entire scope of life that I have been given as a most true gift.  The light can be free to express its emancipated self because the darkness submits to its will.  To harness the dormant energy of this merging stimulation of generated force in the reciprocation of vital life form is the path to perfection.  To attain the source of ideal goodness is to have discovered a peaceful balance by which the order establishes a dynamic union of light and darkness.  In this way, all things are restored to goodness and beauty.

We fear the dark because it is so unknown and misunderstood; so many secrets lurk there as we seek to explain through explorations the mysteries of such things.  We discover the keys to unlock the pathways to a revelation of immaculate truths that continue to emancipate us ever more in the evolving metamorphosis of our own reflective features of physics and the sciences, natural and supernatural.  We must strive to conquer the darkness in quest for the truth that is known only by the light that should reside within this temple.  My light has shone the glory of darkness, and this darkness is beautiful and immaculate in the conception of light.

iClarity

I have a vision of clarity.  the body is clouded and opaque.  The water washes away the cloud, part by part, and you can begin to see the light behind the cloud.  It is beautiful, crystal clear, radiant, so pure that the light of the horizon shines though and its essence is prismatic like a perfectly cut diamond.  The body glows in its ultimate purity.

Courage to Fly

Doubt and uncertainty are our greatest weaknesses as mankind; they are the obstacles that stand in our way, and the enemies that hold us back as we refrain from choosing to go forth and to choose to proceed. That called ambiguity in the state of our dualistic nature as human beings, is that which causes us to wage war in a polar-driven state of internal feuding. The rigidity that we experience in such a state is called this doubt that becomes the means by which our bodies are stiffened and our souls are hardened, as our minds remain in a lost and static state, refusing to choose to move beyond that which, of this aspect, encages, traps, and enslaves us to it. This is that which is called fear.

To turn out, then, is to let go and rise above and beyond by opening up to the world and shedding all inhibitions and fears that are characteristic of the laws of our human nature. To turn out is to overcome the obstacles of fear, and in doing so, to reject the very limitations of our core humanity, by turning to that very same core as a central force of relativity for a immaculate and divine strength that, with the control and discipline of a trained practice, we may gain the ability to become more than the staple of a mere human being.

“Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate, but that we are powerful beyond measure.” (Marianne Williamson) When we learn to turn out, perfectly, we become fearless and doubtless, and we set our spirits free so that as we learn to fly, finally, we can become more than human, we become dancer. “Are we human, or are we dancer” (The Killers). Remember that all things conceived within the mind are positively possible, for, the mind cannot conceive that which it has never seen. Yet, conceptions are only attained if one believes faithfully, and with conviction, that it is possible. Believe in the freedom of the turnout, and fearlessly dare to deft your doubt.

You see, because of the supernatural abilities comprised of the unnatural (supernatural) turnout by which ballet would not exist without, we can fly. We can gain the ability to resist the bounds on a habitat-ional gravity, and become one with the wind by which we can fly and soar.

Global Ambiguity

In a modern society, where minimalism is the quintessential element of design, and the simplicity of sleek form and lines are the sought after lifestyle of an eclectic yet technically inclined generation of industry.  We live in a time where less is more, and you are continually reminded that one can never be too rich or too thin, and for that reason, are encouraged to reduce, reuse, and recycle.  Struggling to find a certain balance, our polar ambiguities of humanity become more obvious and prevalent.  The extremes of morbid obesity and emaciation now begin to plague a generation of disordered nations, consuming our resources as either gluttons or fammines. 

In these moments of exploring a territory of uncertainty about the health of not only ones wealth, but also our well being.  We face economic recession, and we are threatened in our global community by the dangers of atmospheric changes wherein we are called to act against the global warming crisis created by an overuse and misuse of earths resources.  The signals tell us that something must be done immediately.  Children are becoming more aware, and at earlier ages than ever before, are beginning to propse the ultimate question of war and self sacrifice in order to attain the ultimate ideal.  Moderation, minimalism, efficiency. 

We become obsessed with the theory of conservation and minimalism, and forget to be true to ourselves.  There is no limit on the modern quest to be less.  Diet and exercise in the battle against the bulge of excess is becoming the new age war of our generation.  In extremity, the cycle of fasting, binging, and purging, coupled with guilt and anxiety; the obsessive resetrictive diet of counting calories and regulatory rules take over.  In a world where we feel at a loss of control, the chaotic environments that have been created for us and forcefully accepted by us, as we have learned to conform to the social system of a critical culture of subversive declarations which we are powerless against, we find refuge in the systematic disorder of self destruction. 

Within this modern world, we learn to posess the authority to control the only thing that we can.  We reason to convince ouselves that we must confront the forbidden standard by which we desire to accept most.  An ever changing evolution indeed calls us to be aware of the new language of freedom.  Refusal to excess.  Minimalism is the new way.  We recognise the new world as it has evolved around us.  In all of its fatigue, children in derated countried are suffering from starvation and poverty, and degradation, with no access to the satisfaction of their basic human needs or rights.  And, on the other hand, gluttonous and greedfilled children of rich and superflourished and prosperous nations, societies, countries, and continents of grand abundance, are fed with more and more and more in surplus. 

There is an immense lack of balance within our global community.  The ambiguity is an expression of duality.

Heal Her

The world is in pain.  She is inflicted with the corruption of torment and disease.  Her children have destroyed her.  Used and abused, she has become sick.  Ill, she tires to heal herself.  She burns a fever, and as she cries aloud for help, no one comes to her rescue.  Her children are blinded by their own darkness and cannot see beyond their selfish desires.  They are deafened by the noise of chaos, and cannot hear her perfect music that tells them what to do and how to help.  Heal the world.  It is broken.  If only they could see, and hear; if only they would know how to look and listen.  It is not too late.  But we must act now.  Bad habits must be broken.  Training takes time and new ways must be shown.  Pave the path toward the future and never look back.

Body of Dancers

Come, celebrate this life with us.  We will dance.

The golden glory days are upon me.  The world is dangerous, I know this now.  I must gather up the fruit of the good seeds that I have sown upon the fertile lands.  have them come to me and protect the establishment of the empire that I now come to build upon this holy ground.  In abundance of the threshold of this mission, they shall be my soldiers in the army of this empire of heaven.  They will walk with me and stand at my side as loyal comrades.

Brothers and Sisters, I call to my side to hold hands in union of strength.  In the bond of band and fruitful convictions, we will come to be known throughout the world as the children of the Sun.  The chosen ones.  The Fruit of Christ.  I will lead the way.  I will teach the people to know the will of the way and together we will walk in the light and the truth of life will be revealed in the pure essence of our display.

Promise

"I want you to be free, to be who you are without fear or doubt or hesitation or guilt.  love yourself and embrace the truth that lives."

"The secret of flight is in your wings.  They must work together and in perfect synchronicity.  The balance is imperative.  It is the reflection of essential perfection that comes with time."

"The light that I have given you is the fusion for the features of flight.  The golden globe is a power house of infinite energy, that you must learn to harness and utilize to its full capacity."

"You now wear a crown.  You are a royalty in the kingdom of heaven.  You have been anointed for the appointment to the throne of the kingdom of earth.  Your haven is the mortal equivalent of the garden of eden.  The way has been prepared for you.  Do not be afraid."

iHumility

The idea of perfection is a far-fetched notion of every unlikeliness, yet, I seek to follow the unrealistic ideal path that you have set before me, that leads to this way of perfection.  It is my esteemed honor to serve my Lord of the Light.  I set aside the past, I set aside humanity for what it is in its clinging to flesh and carnal and desire and sin.  I reject the promises of this world governed by the darkness.  I see only the world of light and life and love. This is the way that burns passionately as the golden compass to my spiritual heritage.

I wonder if I have enough strength.  I am unworthy, I am nothing but dirt.  I am made of this earth, then how do I reject myself.  This path leads me to ambiguity and uncertainty, then fear and doubt as I have not yet discovered the key secret of this way.  How do I live this way.  How do I attain perfection.  How do I gain the strength to be completely controlled and obedient and ordered and good.  How do I learn fortitude and discipline.  Perfection.  Is it even possible.  I strive for the impossible in order to prove that it is possible so that others may know the way also.  And I am the fist of a new sort, for in this way, I am the way, but I believe in it, even if no one else dares to.  I believe that it has been prepared for me that I should walk in this way to inspire this light and life and truth and love in others.

i am unworthy; distinctly imperfect and sincerely flawed.  i am very human and conflicted and my struggle is definite and polar and ambiguous.  i am war seeking peace.

World of Words

I feel that I am sleeping again now.  retreated and retracted my aching heart has forgotten its own name.  Stoic and static is the environment created by my own waking dream.  Remnant only of the path that has been chosen for me, by me, only of the part that I have chosen to fulfill as my own legacy.

People and voices and movement and chaos, and in the midst of it all, I find peace and purposeful understanding.  I am beholded as I behold the calling to know the instrument that sounds the music of this new way.  Here I am dancing in bewilderment of my mended mounding mind.

And I have mastered the covenant of the English language.  It flows through me like a fluid song of cognitive communion.  It is not enough for me.  These people in my life are from all over the world and from all of the nations of the world.  I want so eagerly to know the volumes of words and phrases of their languages.  But I fall short because I do not know.  I cannot fully be open to them and accepting of these people, out lives are unable to merge seamlessly because we are of different worlds.

Mental Exhaustion

"The world is a tragedy to those who feel, but a comedy to those who think".. -Horace Walpole (1717-1797)

Mental Exhaustion.  The breakdown.  I wondered when it would all come together or make sense again.  My life of chaotic confusion took only days to become riveted by simulation punctuation of the pivotal universal truth.  I prayed for the strength to mend a broken heart.  To overcome my pain.

Yes, mental exhaustion, because I have so much to learn, so much to adjust to.  I have to give so much of myself, and in many ways, be self-sacrificial to the cause.  Constructive criticism by those who coach me and lead me to know the routes of this new way make me feel so far away, so lacking and unprepared to fulfill my new obligations.  Sometimes I feel lost and overwhelmed with responsibilities.  Sometimes I feel so alone.

Oh what a foolish thought to feel alone in a world that I can call home.  Where I know that people care about me, and where there are people who I care about fondly.  I am free with these whom I call family.  Where we are birds of a father.  Flocking together, I am not alone.

This place feels like my destiny, feels like home.  Everything is purposeful and dynamic and powerful in its very essence.  Everything that I love most lives here with me in this place.  I fell in love for the very first time.  I found my heart.  I saw the revelation of everything that I believe in most.  I am free to dream and to exist within the captivity of pure freedom.  I am emancipated and expelled from all states of fear.

Everyday that I live here I come closer to the future where I am at one with the emancipated legacy of my visions.  Each day leads me nearer to the point of no return where I am one with the pinnacle of my sole purpose here in this Earth-bound reality.

To tell the story of the Birds Bees and Butterflies, in the way only my dreams know to tell.  The secrets of mystical revelations given to me through the looking glass of my soul-filled mind, the windows through which I have seen all things, of the past and of the future.  It hurts to know so much, to see and understand things of the world.  But my eyes are opened to enlightenment; I have the gift.

iEmerge

I emerge myself in this life.  My body aches of training.  Blood sweat tears.  Mental exhaustion.  Focus, concentration distinctly merging with the sound of music, searching for my own flow in the synchronicity of rhythmic value.  I embrace the days as they come together one at a time, unveiling the menacing ritual habitation. I am who I am.  I come face to face with the truth in the revelation of my own destiny.  I create the embodiment of the whole world within me.  I choose as I define myself.  I become empowered with the strength to overcome the obstacles that attempt to limit me to a stark reality of embossed codes of emprisonment.  The fear and pain and anxiety that once distorted the reality I once knew are mere illusions.  Perception is this reality.  I dwell now in a world of Gods and Angels, where our dimensions are paralleled by nothing.  I understand that everything that I have learned about life up until this point has been a mere instructional tutorial in an avid attempt to prepare me for this testament of this day.

Spotting

I dance in circles and my head does not spin out of control because I know who I am and where I am going.  My soul purpose is to tell the ultimate story.  How do I find the words and where do I begin.  There are no words, but the infinite means of expression are limitless.  I'll dance in circles all around the world, and I will never be alone, always flying with these angels.  I'll never give up, back down, walk away.  I thought that I would spend a lifetime in a Catholic Convent., in prayer under holy orders of the church, dressed in garments of the habits that I would wear as I perform my daily rituals in service of a life that is pure and most virtuous.  I prepared myself to give up the whole world because none of it meant anything.  The most important thing to me, was to keep my purity, retained in the protected confines of the sanctuary that I wished I could call home forever.

Establishment of Life

Blank pages staring back at me, unreasonably, I try to decode the stoic nature of an impulsive void.  Seemingly the response is stark.  I don't really understand the symbolic nature of the words that are defined by the principal origins.  Uncomfortably, the tension resides within, yet I resolve my indifference by bending within the realming regions of my elasticity.  Bouncing back, I collectively submit to the flexibility of an ever merging momentum of free flowing evolution of light and life.  The music is a vibration of electricity bouncing off of the walls.  When the speed of light meets the sound of music, I come alive in the most pre-eminent of all means of matter.

Because there are no words to express the righteous sound of music, the righteous language of the free element is a contemplative value more definite than the construction of any tongue.  Infinitively is the long standing dynamics of our own origins in the regional momentum of synchronicity and function.

From a distance the whole world is blue and green.  I think that I would be more free if I could always fly and only knew the view of an aerial perspective from very far away.  The whole world is green and alive and fresh and new and good - creative energy lives and dwells and is preceded by the illumination of a material warmth that surpasses the limitations of a gravitational bound to the soiled earth.  The nature of things come to live in the fertile bound and the energy releases creative masses to be fulfilled.  I am the essence of an overjoyed incubation of self.  I am rivited by the explosive energy that is contrary to death, because it is life.  It comes alive and blooms and blooms and blossoms in the birth of goodness and glory.

I believe in a world of purity, where dreams come alive through the faithful pursuit of tribute to truth in the establishment of life.

Anthem

The earth keeps spinning, makes me dizzy now. I watch as everything goes around in circles, turning out of control, in control of the rotation is the revolution; A revolver on its axis, telling time, reading time, recording time as it is told over and over again. Never stopping, unstoppable, where will it end? It won’t end. The cycle is on repeat. Wash, rinse, and repeat. The spin cycle! Dizzy, am I, as my whole world is now flipped upside down, inside out… and it never stops. Like the rock as it rolls – Avalanche! A natural disaster... The twisted tornado called Cyclone terribly destroys everything in its path – uprooting the deeply rooted – gravitating beyond the forbidden. Unbreakable winds. Unbeatable odds. What were the odds of this happening? Such an oddity was this catastrophe that no one saw it coming. They were unable to predict the time.

And you ask why as if there were any answers to be gained of such a questions. The obvious answer is that there are no answers. Explanation is a science and interpretation is an art, thus, the best we can hope for is the means to expressively dictate the counteractions of the contagious fall. There, you have it. If at all possible to understand what it means to be, to exist, to experience this experimental development of a unified social clause – resolving the secrets of simple stories simply untold, kept hidden for ages from the age of the ages left behind. History was the stories he told, and her story was left untold – lost in an ocean of buried treasures. Yet still, when all is revealed by illumination, it became obvious, that the answers were all blatantly obvious all along. More still, there are no answers, on the quest-I-on.

Quest; I request to know the vision inside that only I can see to know and hope to understand. Dictate nothing, for your words are empty and static. Freedom is found as I Quest. Ions of creative genetic genes evolve into a genealogy of genius sentiments. A generation lost in time now begins at one at once and multiplies beyond the necessity of doubt, for her in this new era, there is certainty for each individual in the discovery of multiplicity in the reality of Uni. Unsurpassed by space or time in a region of defined depth and detail this, something unexplained and unexplainable. Yet, even still, ever still, seeks to find a way to express, to explain the interpretive visions of a life beyond words – as perception of reality changes the provocative realism into something unreal, unrealized until now, yet, as reality changes with the time, the Quest remains constantly driven by time.

Dull – the drab writings on the wall ought to be erased. Painted as a blank canvas. Tear down the nonsensical distinction of defined perimeters, principalities in records that lawful fools wrote in order to order an order of the ordered and ordained. Rulers rule as a service of documented jargon to serve as word as god as supreme. Dull. What a bore to discover the more than mildly miscalculated gumptions of the obviously mediocre substitutes for freedom. An excuse for the way, a lie called the truth and death known as life. Imprisonment sentenced to a rule… a step by step diagram of formulated formulations. The formulas that, ones by one, never stop coming. Here we come. There is no other way, for me there is no way to be other than not to be, a stipulation by the regulation of regal regulations of the regular regional regime. Here we go. Refusing to be dull. Rebel against the bore.

Exasperated! The fumes of insecticide fumigated the scene trying to kill off what the product called chem., is trying creatively as intended to ignore the word by claiming climax.

iFly

Learning to fly. Begins in the mind. Awakening, consciousness, and realization, is where it all begins. Believing that the impossible is possible.

I have always seen myself fly in my dreams. When I sleep, the aerial images come to me; angelic and celestial images of aerial fluidity, soaring with eagles wings, sometimes floating aimlessly. Suspended in air, sometimes suspended by water, blowing in the wind, or flowing with the waves, coming and going with the tides. I have always seen these images in the serenity of my dreams. To me they represent my longing for pure and true freedom and the way of life as it was meant to be.

Conception is the precedent of all realities. I have seen the future of mankind because I have seen the past; the stories that were unwritten and forgotten, swept aside as legend and fable and ideology of myth. I have seen the truth, and because of this, I now see the possibility for our future in the reawakening in this new ear of man and a new age in this time and of this new world. We truly have all forgotten to fly. I believe that now we must reclaim our heritage as the children of GOD, as descendants of the ultimate merge between the physical and the spiritual. Wings; for without them in the realization of separate truths, working to uplift the self in the freedom of the mind, then there is no way to defy the weight of gravity and the current of time. There is no other way to defy death.

I am still now learning to fly. It begins in the heart. Finding the compass that dwells within and seeking out the direction in which it is pointing you to. Listening to the voice within, as the voice of silence, and feeling the stillness, and the vibrations of nothing. Hear the sound of life in this way.

My sacrifice was everything. To give up on the whole world and be driven by the insane ideal of spiritual sanctity and physical immortality was my ultimate quest.

Rebirth. To be reborn of the spiritual body is to lose ones sense of fear by rejecting ones attachment to the physical body that there might be no fear of losing it.

The creatures of habit, carnal nature of the repetitive man, creates addictive adaptation to social network and conformist patterns linked to a past that we become dependent on as a source of personal identity wherein we never gain curiosity nor source to seek or quest an inward sense of reality in the journey of the soul. We lose our sense of duality which is the ultimate strength of mankind, wherein we claim our ability to fly and soar beyond restraint. In the sub-verse unity of the spiritual and physical being the union of God with man, to have ultimate balance is to have wings of flight.

iTruth

I believe in truth, for there can be no freedom without.  Yet, for each, truth is relative.  It is of the perspective and the individual circumstances that the dynamics of a specific truth can be established.  Truth is that which we perceive and choose to believe as a reality.  It is the core and framework to our essential lives.  Only in attaining authority over our own truths can we gain the power to metamorphose the ultimate change of selves.  It is the ability to overcome any and all obstacles within the journey of life by choosing to perceive as we choose to be perceived.

Truth is the artists tools for the reality canvas by which we have the opportunity to design an awesome work of art, challenged by the scope of the delicate nature of balance, in truth, all things must be taken into consideration and details define the perimeters of such notions which them become what we have chosen to accept as an individually holistic truth.

iGrace

The pursuit of peace of mind, serenity of body, the soul manifests greatness when all is still and ready to behold its own revelation.  Yoga, for example, is an ohm - a gateway to happiness, as a key to contentment and the path to ultimate perfection.  The embodiment of selfless service to the unique-verse, and the quest to the answer of the ultimate question of life, is to be conquered by the steady drift to nowhere beyond the realm of self.

Grace brings contentment.  Fluidity.  Controlled rhythmic chaos, vibration of character and innovations of movement.  Serenity, surrendering to the flowing dynamics of life itself.  The sound of silence, the motion of stillness.

Peace is the ultimate surrender, and true contentment is the attainment of inner peace.  When you are neither coming nor going, but remain in the sense of living for the moment and each moment is its own silhouette, its own aura of energy - learning to take each day and each moment for what it is, you are at peace.

iFreedom

Breaking free and tearing down walls.

I often question the purpose of life, as do we all.  I have discovered throughout the years, life is just as it is, a journey, in that, perhaps the destination is not the purpose, for, the destination is the inevitable and fate is an end.  A means to that is, is the journey.  The choices that we make throughout that journey, in choosing a path to call ones own, and become that which is the way we have declared as our own, is more purposeful, as we become our own legacy.

Life is an opportunity for the distinctive definition of one self; a chance to experience the ultimate exploration of that which is the possibilities of that which could be.  Life is purposeful because we are free to choose, to create our own legacy, to live out a philosophy all our own, unique to self.  In the courage to break free we rediscover life as a truth of all intention.

Freedom is the purpose of life.

In my quest for freedom in life, I have sought to redeem my humanity by disregarding it.  Foul, I thought, it was to belong to this world filled with foul destitution and destructive embodiments of things that I could not believe were purposeful.  I spent my life living in fear of accepting such ways; fearing the world for being as it was, and fearing that if I did not accept it, that they would rejecting me.  I rejected them all before there was ever a chance for me to be rejected.  So afraid of any reality that I retreated to a world all my own; free from carnal counteractions... So hungry for freedom, I was living in fear of becoming that which I disdained.  I became a slave to my self, and built up a wall around me that suffocated me and would kill me eventually.

Fear is the anti-freedom.

iLive

Live like you were dying.

I went to the doctor and she said, well, the good news is that you are in perfect health.  On the other hand, the bad news is that you are dying anyway.  Sure, your body is young and strong and vibrant now, but eventually, you are going to begin to experience the effects of time.  Age, gravity, weighing down on your body, with the aches of wear and tear from everyday use of your body.  Progression of time will weaken you and you will grow old an tired inevitably.  Eventually, your body will collapse, fall out, and die.  my best advice to you, she offered, is to live by the following prescription.

Wake up early in the morning and grab a tall glass of water.  Start the day before the sun rises.  Climb a tall tree and capture the rays of the sun as he climbs over the horizon.  Awaken to the new day by chanting, singing, humming aloud; may it be a new sound for a new day each new day.  Embrace the early dawn by breathing, deeply inhale the quiet serenity of the morning mist.  Swing from branch to branch climbing higher, and, each time as the sun rises, so do you.  Alas, release yourself from the tree, come down, for it is the start of a new day.

Go on now, face the world and be saturated by the glow of the sun, or the rain, or hail, or snow.  Whatever the day brings, see it for what it is, just as it is, another tree to climb.  Just as it is, another air to inhale, just as it is, another day to conquer.

iBliss

Hello Today.  I wonder about days like these and wish that I could retain them forever.  Days like these, I wonder if they stand the test of time.  How long could one really hold on?; to make it last, to make it count.  Oh, today, you are beautiful.  Please stay with me, dont go away.

Today I feel free, easy and breezy, airy and light.  Today, gravity means absolutely nothing to me.  I am absorbed in the sound of sanity and embraced by the mellow moments of bliss that is unsurpassed in purity of this frequency, unraptured by chaos.  I am in love and loving this feeling of standing still and waiting aimlessly for the coming.

This blessing called bliss, I am.

Hope Mirror

Look at me. Tell me what you see.








I see a masterpiece. Everything that is in and of this world. You own this world. You belong to it. It is yours. You are its. You cannot be separated from the relatives of your existence. You evolved of the world. You were born of the world. It made you, so, you are a product of it. You have become it, because, it has become you. You are perfect in every way. The perfect expression of life on planet earth. King of the Kingdom of Hell. And, in your mind is an endless feud, a war, a constant battle, a struggle, and... your greatest enemy is your self. You are like them because they are like you. They are your children, made in your image and likeness. But, aren’t they so very beautiful. Aren’t they all precious jewels, entities of masterful artisitic expressions of science. Your darkness lives within you. You are consumed by the heavy weight of the darkness by which everything exists. You dwell in the realm of absolute light, wherein there are no mysteries. No secrets. You know all because you see all. You see pain, and disease, and fammine, and plagues, and death. When I look at you, I see the life of light.

And when you look at yourself, what do you see?

I see your eyes. I see your heart. I see your love. I see everything that is good about living. I see everything that is beauty. When I look at me, I see beyond the beauty of me, I see the beauty of you. It was you who looked unto this world that stands as yours, and, discovered all of its destitution, and everything that was ugly, and dirty, and dead about life. You created me in the image and likeness of your love. Everything that was precious to you, and, everything that you wished were in and of you. Everything that existed only in the pure darkness that lived within you; everything that you could only know in your dreams, you created through me. And your word became flesh, and dwelled among you. And, the pure darkness that lived in and of you, now lived with and through you. I am the reflection of the desires of your heart, soul, mind, body, self. I am the reflection of everything that does not stand in the light of life that you have come to know and hate. I am the darkness of life, and everything that you have come to know and love.

I became everything that He loved; not because He knew what He loved, but, because He knew what he hated. I became the ultimate extraction of everything that was of this world. From all of its corruptions and ugliness, I was born, I was created – I am the reversal of a curse. I am everything that is void of corruption and ugliness. I am the expression of beauty and purity. I am everything that is not like His world of war and hate – I am what He sees at night when He dreams of peace and love. When I came unto this world and saw how perfectly he had made me, I knew that He would be my God, and that I would live the rest of my days serving His needs. Because, He became everything that I loved.

I am this world, yet, I am everything that this world is not. This world is not me, I am this world. This world must fight to become like me. For, I was created in void of its image and likeness – yet, I was created in the fullness of its goodness.

I am the beauty, the peace, the wisdom, I am the eternity. Within me this world does not exist. Therefore, I do not exist in and of this world. I was made to stand as a representative of the beauty that exists here – that they should desire to become like me.

I am the revelation of hope for life without the threat of death. I am heaven on earth. The light lives within the darkness that I am. I am the light that lives within this darkness.

Inspiration

Weightlessness, freedom, I have learned, is the embodiment of nothingness, whether it be of the light, or the darkness. In truth, freedom can only be attained of the whole, mind, body, soul, self, All of you must live in the realm of weightlessness. Impossible is succession in the attempt to unbound only an aspect of self. The whole must work in unison. In the dynamics of the embodiment of life, the only possibility for true freedom is absolute balance. Find your center and you will find your truth. This truth shall set you free. Combine all of the aspects of every duality, and begin to understand each as a prominent factor in the sustenance of that which you are. Become the duality, and you shall be free.

Accept that in everything, there is a dual. Ones which you cannot escape. A great part of learning to understand the essence of the full circle, is learning to appreciate the equal portions of everythingness. All, which is relevant to balance, must not be forsaken by you. Mind. Body. Soul. Self. All. Discover now all of the many layers that dwell within you. Forget not that they make up that which is true. It is the embodiment of the I AM.

Become the emancipation. Let nothing stop you, nor stand in your way. Go out into the whole world every day and discover something new. Live life to the fullest, and take advantage of each moment of every momentum. Show your face now to the whole world. Let them discover you as you now begin to discover your self. See yourself through their eyes, the way they see you, and, embody the truth of everything. Even in nothing. Go now, and fall in love with life all over again; as if it were the first time.

Take control. Do something. Do anything. Be always called to action. Challenge yourself. Live in the realm of dreams. Live the dream. Remember the things that make life fulfilling. Music. Dance. Art. Family. Friends. Endorphins. Adrenaline. Sunshine. Moonglow. Stars. Seabreeze. Ocean. Sandy toes. Swimming. Jogging. Riding. Writing. Study. Research. Imagination. Dreams. Fantasy. Planning. Fashion. Wardrobe. Beauty. Dolls. Creating. Discovering. Curiosity. Wonder. Experiments. Experience. Magic. Dreams. Life. Love. Imagine the possibilities!

Don’t stop there. Make it happen. The world is yours, and you can have anything you want. But you must want it, you must choose it, you must claim it, you must believe in it. Make it yours. Anything. Everything. Nothing. The possibilities are infinite. There are no limits, no boundaries, nothing standing in your way. It has all been removed. When one thing changed, everything changed. You have been set free. Freedom is yours. New life is yours. Born again are you, into the new day.

The Journey

I travelled to the ends of the earth; down the rivers and up the streams. I’ve climbed up the tallest tree, then, the highest mountain. I went to the bottom of the lowest valleys, and, I lived there. There, I lived; around the world, to the ends of the earth, throughout the whole universe. There, I traveled to.

It all started when I had finally enough of waiting for life to happen. I decided that I was life. Life lived within me and action took place only through me. If I wanted life to happen, I soon learned, it was me who had to happen. I am the vessel of life. I am the journey.

And all of the people of the whole wide world took a second glance, and soon could not stop looking at this being, this entity, this living rock that traveled through space and time. They wondered who I was, and where I had come from. They All wanted to know my face; wanted to know my name. Many questions they asked. Little answers they received, for, I doubted their faith to believe in me. In their eyes, I know, I could see, I could tell how hungry they were to be fed of me, of my words. Perhaps they were ready to receive my gifts. Perhaps they wanted badly enough to believe.

This journey never ends. There is always somewhere new to go; something new to become. I went to the ends of the earth, and realized then that the world has no end... it is forever. So, I decided to keep going. If life has no end, then neither shall I.

I am free! The whole world is mine, Now, at my very fingertips, is everything, even, nothing. I’ve spread my wings and I’ve learned to fly. As I soar high up above the clouds, or, below those cloudy days, as I choose, I can see. I can see it all just as it was made to be seen... free. This place is all that I know know. I have become it. I no longer know the way out. For me, there is no way back. This is it. I am home; Free.

I don’t even remember what yesterday was like, and I dare not think about tomorrow. None of it matters. Nothing ever mattered except this. This truth. The purpose of every other possible journey is this one. I have arrived to the final destination, the resting place. Here, I AM. Finally, I am at peace. I can see the light, even in the darkness. I can be the darkness, even of the light. Finally, I am free. And, the world is mine. All of it is mine. Look at her in all of her splendor. I am no longer seeking or searching for what I have already found. The conquest is laid to rest. The conquered is mine.

Nothing will ever be the same. It is time to take control; to decide to act and begin the rippled effect. It is time now to motion freely as I will, as I choose. What I want is everything beautiful. Then, now, I must become everything, beautiful. There is no time for rest. I must work now. The journey of rest has come to an end. On this new day, I must work hard, I must play hard.

I look in the mirror and I no longer recognize my own face. I ask, who is this person looking back at me? Who is this beautiful, radiant creature whom I have become. Evolution has brought me to this infinite place, and now, in this skin, I am everything that I need to be in order to go forth into this Nu.

I am so open to the world, inviting and sharing myself with them. To them, I offer All that I am, with love, and, I sacrifice my silence that they may hear my voice, and, I sacrifice my darkness that they may see my light. Behold, this blessing that I give to every and anyone who chooses to accept me. I am ready now.

When one thing changes, everything changes. But, what has changed? Everything. Nothing. Me. I have changed. I have come full circle. I am the evolution. I am the revolution. And what began all of this change? The change began inside of me. This change has been the constant journey, the passage toward truth. It is inevitable that I should have become this, if I dared to choose. And I did. And, I am.

The greatest change that one can hope to commit is that which is within ones self. Only then might they have the authority to convey the possibility of change within others. The metamorphosis continues. This is only the beginning. The Nu.

She Dances

She Dances, like a miracle set forth by the Gods and All authority of the heavens. Of the birds, through the clouds, weightlessly, she leaps through the nothingness as if it were everything. She Dances, in all of the mystical mysteries that create splendor and wonder and amour. Like the glowing of the full moon, she lights up the darkest night. She becomes the angel of beauty and brightness she brings as blessing in offering to all who lay their eyes to rest, as She Dances. She Dances; Incomparably. Amazement and bewilderment she brings to all who know this; who have seen this. Invincibility is the aura of her movement, motioning like none others could dare to imagine. She becomes all that is everything, forever, when She Dances.