With Abilities Gained

Gaining is like experiencing, both are simply a matter of collecting. Whether one collects thoughts or bottle caps it makes no difference as both rely upon the one who creates and in that creation reality sings. But is this the reality that one actually wishes for? Typically not as the repercussions always seem to bring disappointment. When things don’t work out as we have planned we become despondent that our supreme god-like image of ourselves has not reached fruition. Unfortunately, it never will. In creation, we become the created therefore all we envision is nothing but ourselves both internally and externally. When, then, do we rely upon the concept of gaining abilities? Is there some specific ability which we are after or is it that we just want to rule the universe and be done with it?..

In the Quiet of the Night

In the quiet of the night there can be seen moving images, ghostly in their appearance, which flitter to and fro in their evolutionary model of endearment. Reaching and grasping at what comes their way, they move with purpose and definition. Speaking, they expound upon ideas and concepts, creating thought-full patterns of experience in which the receptionist gathers unto their breast. Evoking their right to live, they create movement away from reality and embrace death. In decaying matter the stench of death becomes not unbearable but of the sweet scent of romance engaging us on into the abyss of our hopes and dreams and as we totter on the edge we experience the push of delight and call it not of our own. Assigning responsibility unto others, we become captivated within their aura of escapism and so as we relish each and every delight, each and every fantasy ever possibly imagined, we become nothing but a pillar of salt. Beckoning to the four winds we stand mute and destitute with no where to go and nothing…

We Do Have A Choice

In this world of imploded imagery, ideas rule the roost. Thinking makes it so. Lost in a world of imaginings and desire the selfish leave no stone unturned in their quest of having it all. Endlessly searching, debating and opinionating, all comes to naught as freedom ever remains a hollow and shallow victory. There is no thing outside our selves which will free our selves from our selves. Facing the unfathomable, we tend to quiver in fright and slowly back away from Reality. Our reality must not be interfered with and must survival at all costs…

Bodily Confusion

Confusing ourselves with the body, we tend to let physicality dominate our lives and our loves. Once we subvert our nature our efforts come to be directed toward leading a comfortable and safe life. We must care and attend to the body and it’s needs or else feel the pain of neglect. Often, we feel the pain anyway, but fooling ourselves was never considered to be a sign of high intelligence. The closer we hold onto the body, the harder we defend it. Almost the entirety of this planet’s inhabitants succumb to it and so leaving it behind is no laughing matter. No laughing matter at all…

You Are The Captain And The World, Your Ship

We are always in the right place at the right time - right where we need to be. Planning for doomsday removes us from spontaneity, or life itself. Once we fall out of step with that we are as good as dead anyway. The only possible remedy is to find out who and what we really are, everything else is a cause waiting to happen - which would bind us to future imaginings. We are not bound by anything but ourselves. Once we come face to face with ourselves it is at that specific moment that we become able to help others. Until then, we are merely blowing into the wind…

Before It's Too Late

Perhaps it already is. If you value your Spiritual Freedom, even the idea of spiritual freedom, now might be the proper time to follow through on your Quest…

Death By Taxation

In a world gone mad it can appear that psychosis run deep and wide but in reality all that we are measuring is ourselves alone. Expanding our sights, we take in the world and give it shape and form, deftly coloring it with our artist’s brush. All in an effort to bring it alive. Alive with ourselves. As we pile up our debts and forget that borrowing cannot be had we slowly strangle ourselves. The ebb and flow of the tides merely keep watch upon the sands of time but this lie, like any other, merely obfuscates the truth of ourselves. Keeping secrets, we feign silence…

How Good Are We?

Entering the twilight of our age, who is it that will save us from ourselves? If we lack the courage to engage ourselves and still continue to yearn for freedom, placing our rights and responsibilities at the feet of another will gain us nothing but further slavery. If we fail to meet ourselves destruction becomes a natural consequence with time undertaking the role of enemy. Not only time, but space as well. They will all seek to attain harmony and even though man would rather destroy everything about him than to harbor a courage of one’s self, all comes to naught. Efforts are always wasted when purpose and plan are of utmost importance. How do we see Life when our eyes are glazed over with our own beingness. If not one set of clothes, then perhaps another until finally we realize that the clothes do not make the man…

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