Walking Into A Nightmare

It's been said that we all know what we are getting into when we are 'born'. It's the reason that we are. If you believe that a human's existence is limited in scope and breath you would be right. But we are not human, we are spirit beings embodied for purpose and plan. Considering that we are stupid, ignorance and completely without substance the moment we are 'born' is simply preposterous. Unless, of course, you believe is something else¹.

'Waking up' is such a lovely term for which many reap it's rewards. In order to hide we must come from a place where all is revealed. In knowledge our 'fate' becomes cemented. So what comes first, the chicken or the egg?²

One can look upon the world and decide that these are indeed 'dark' days. Or one can take the opposite approach. Is either correct? Neither and both are.

I love the smell of napalm in the morning.

Part Dos³

In the ever increasing and expanding realm of ideas, concerns and what-have-you there always comes a time where enough becomes more than enough. Upon reaching said goalpost change occurs. It's the nature of the Universe. Evolving into something more, something which takes the experiencer from here to some presupposed there. Busy, busy, busy goes the bee.

Satisfaction is not something contemplated. At times the idea of taking a pause and feeling the excitement of a job well done comes to the fore but it never lasts. The urge to seek always takes it's foothold. I'm sure you've heard it many times before, it's not about the destination, it's about the journey⁴.

In life as in death the experience of being unravels it's predispositions. Are we following or are we leading the charge?[^5]

Dreaming is such a wonderful state of being. Without responsibility or consequence, we imagine.

Welcome to where you are.