No two emotions have been subject to as much attack as kindness and forgiveness for they expose control and manipulation and though they require no recourse to attack they still stand strong. It is always the afraid who attack.
The Idea of non existence manifests itself in matter. Matter, taken in solely physical terms is metaphorically dead, it will always be asleep and ignorant of a greater metaphysical reality that it can never know or experience. It is the soul or if you prefer, consciousness, that gives matter a taste of life and never the other way round.
I used to be a rock
Lodged high up on a cliff face
Sometimes the birds would flock
Around this windswept place
The rain would pelt and pummel me
Eroding me to form
And then the Sun would warm me up
With the passing of a storm
I could see the land below me change
With every nameless day
I could see across the mountain range
Where the fresh white snows would lay
Clouds gathered like curious sprites
Before they disappeared
The grasses grew to greater heights
Which fed the grazing deer
From spring through summer to autumn climes
There came an icy blast
I saw it happen countless times
Each following the last
And silent was I as I watched
Decay refuelling life
The gravest and most manipulative judgement that can be imposed on anyone is not allowing them to think critically.
Through our worship of materialism we, humanity, make ourselves a dream of the past because in our ignorant arrogance we deny reality left right and centre. Such a dream can only ever become a nightmare
Service to self creates a paradox that cannot be squared. There is a constant battle and conflict to survive against its own diminishing nature. If these choices to feed the self negatively continue, the soul cannot be grown, only destroyed.
The opposite of knowing what life is is the ignorance of desiring what you want and not really knowing why. Life is not wanting or wishful thinking, life is knowing what you are and being what you are, for life happens for you and not to you once you know what it is.
Your purpose as a creative intelligence is to demonstrate the infinite potential of being.
It is the hard lessons that hurt us most deeply that bring with them the most insightful and positive change, as long as we are courageous enough to confront them and humble enough to learn by them.
In believing there is no purpose in the Universe you also believe there is no purpose in yourself. This is not true. Existing or being is purpose enough to know that you are self aware and
conscious and there is no bigger responsibility than that.
Truth must be given the time and patience to grow in you. It may take a lifetime to acquire and because of this it builds its own protection. To acquire truth all in one go will only destroy the person who is not yet ready to receive it.
If you suddenly start acknowledging things you've chosen to ignore your whole life do not be afraid. They remained in you because they were unresolved. In seeing them clearly for the first time they are already losing their power over you, they can no longer hide in the shadows.
Fear cannot touch me
For I have you
Nor madness can clutch me
In its irrational glue
Knowledge protects me
From ignorant disease
With love in my care
I've no master to please
Heart mind and soul
Gives renewal of life
When balanced in kind
Healing husband and wife
But few seek this truth
And make the body their king
Believing outside it
Is their everything
In order to hear
Listen not to the din
In order to see
You must look within
And I'm not a preacher
I'm not selling my soul
Free will is my teacher
Free spirit my goal
Fear cannot hurt me
Its power is weak
It's quick to desert me
When love wants to speak
For I am created
And the creator too
There are no limits on potential
Or to what I can d...
You cannot separate the personal and the universal, everything is connected. Whatever is happening in your personal life is also mirrored in your universal life and vice versa.
Life is magical. Everything your 3rd density reality programs into you is meant to stop you realising this truth.
Like everything that matters and is deeply profound, love is simple not complicated.
Knowledge is not what other people tell you. Knowledge must be sought from the heart.
Exams and academic achievements are all well and good but the most important lessons you will ever learn in life arise from the discipline of self examination.
The brain is a receiver and transmitter of consciousness but it is in the heart that the experience of being is felt.
If there's a hole in the curtain, dont be afraid to look through it and you'll see the reality that it's hiding.
It is not where you are that matters, it is who or what you are that counts.
Insecurity is not a crime but to knowingly and deliberately make another feel insecure is.
The lark may offer morning song
As sweet as any bird
To awaken you to another day
And all that's to be heard
The Sun streams in, it's photons bright
Energetic in your eyes
The sleepy distant mountain range
Holds up the clear blue skies
Now your taste buds get to work
As the coffee hits your tongue
The mirror cruelly shows your age
From dreams forever young
You leave your crumpled pillow
As a reminder of the night
When darkness was your poverty
Which made the day take flight
So now it's time to make a plan
That resembles yesterday
To get to work in a ghost town
More than fifty miles away
How Yin met Yang
Here we stand United
Everything in us
No thing is uninvited
Infinity to trust
The whole has formed an idea
To separate and learn
To make all errors quicker
To hasten our return
Now we see the dark and light
We feel the hot and cold
Deciding on the left and right
You buy and I am sold
Growing in relationships
That compliment each other
Learning how to be ourselves
The loved one and the lover
And it's not all just black and white
But variations on that theme
To bring a balance to the light
In the shadows of the dream
Perception must give up its truth
And accept it's own illusion
When engineered collectively
It amounts to mass confusion
Knowing fear is also good
And you shouldn...
T'was the night of the dark stranger
The face you never saw
Bringing fear and danger
From deep inside your core
All called forth by discord
Forced to now confront
To battle true with your sword
That lies could never blunt
An altered state of consciousness
With knowledge they are limitless
And fight for no endorsements
For service is their chosen blade
A weapon of protection
That's never used upon the slayed
And slices through deception
The stranger battles hard and fast
To fight for his survival
Calling on the guilty past
To outwit any rival
But already is his armour weakened
Emerging from the shadows
He knows not what his purpose is
As he leaves his deathly hallows