There Is No Life but Your Own

Finding the treasures of old, we delight in the seeking. Expending our efforts, we build our reserves for the next. Alone at last, we contemplate our future and create the life we are to lead. Events unfold in their proper time and place. The only surprise is what we deny…. [more]

There Can Be Only One

The moments of now in which we strive to escape, ever haunt our days and nights. There is nothing left but what we have envisioned for ourselves and in the seeking of rightness, we find the errors of our ways. Uncovering the secret, we keep the key in suspension until we deem our time to be at hand. Between the poles of our existence, we seek solace and find nothing but opposition. Ever made and making ready, we stand guard over our futures and possibilities of greatness. There can be only one…. [more]

Flowing Like There Is No Tomorrow

Life flows and thetans create. In between the immersion, fluidic events give rise and fall to greater good of all. Sweeping changes allow the breath of fresh air to become interiorized.

The Gods Are Pleased

Finding the treasures of old, we delight in the seeking. Expending our efforts, we build our reserves for the next. Alone at last, we contemplate our future and create the life we are to lead. Events unfold in their proper time and place. The only surprise is what we deny…. [more]

Awakening Into Slumber

Feeling our way, we blindly stumble to and fro, ever searching for the way out. From the doom and gloom of our imagination, to the ‘real world’ efforts in which we undertake our desire of self expression, we find that it all comes up short. Nothing quite seems to fit. Thoughts come and go and in the confusion we believe that we are wide awake, seeing all that is to be seen, knowing all that is to be known. There is nothing left to be experienced but what we create. We sleep peacefully, or so we think…. [more]

Breaking The Vow Of Silence

Breaking the vow of Silence takes on new meaning when the power of conviction overwhelms the mind with reality. Muffled desire becomes unleashed and the chains in which we have taken solace begin to fall apart with disinterest. When we silence ourselves, we silence Life. Through time and space our moment ever closes in upon us. Despite the words we hear to never mind, the Silence refuses to give way and so invades our quaint, humble abode. Disaster soon follows. When we wake, the sleeping prophets awaken as well relishing the new found company in which to keep the sacred treasures of Life and Living…. [more]

Vector Management

I am making this post because of Jontu’s excellent explanation about Markabian Vector Management. When I read that post I found it quite interesting, not only about the subject itself, but about how Markabian’s view and address vectoring, as well. Markabian application of vectoring reflects their culture and their times - how interesting! Here is another version of vectoring. I am going to keep this basic:… [more]

There Is But One Time, One Place

I walk the Earth in search of my soul only to find what I am looking for. The searching becomes the task as all else drops away quickly and easily. Alone with the understanding of nature, evolution fullfills it’s purpose and drags me away, kicking and screaming. Tormented and tired, the bleak inherit the Earth. Escaping remains the hope that it is while freedom is ever within our grasp. Playing the games of children, we enthrall ourselves with innocent delight. Capturing our moment in the time stream, we overwhelm ourselves with ourselves…. [more]

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