I have a question for you
It was put to me, now I lay it at Your beautiful feet
In quiet expectation and trust I await Your response
From my lips to Your heart I cast it
“What is the difference?”
Does it matter
What does it mean
And like a pebble it breaks the surface of the Deep
Fluttering, slowly sinking, falling into the silent Unknown
Quiet, unmoving I remain
The surface of the water now still, a mirror
I gaze un-blinking into Her eyes
Green, brown, and golden windows
Falling like the pebble I sink into the Unknowing
Silence . . . Senses forsaken
“Nothing . . . and Everything,” She says
You have given all and you have also received back
Yet I needed not
You have scaled the heights of the exquisite and ridden on its golden light
And you have been flayed and spilled out by grief too terrible for words
But I am here
You have sought Me in exotic far off places and the adventure it brought
Even in the familiar paths within your reach your steps sought Me out
I never moved
You have dreamed, and built, and created magical things
And you have seen it all laid low in the dust
Yet I remain
You have chased the ancient knowledge, gathering together secrets of the Ages
But in the end only learned of your ignorance
I have watched it all
You ask what is the difference
I tell you there is none
The meaning you seek is fleeting like the Spring flowers
What matters is still beyond your comprehension
You ask what is the difference
I tell you all is changed
You have come to Me
You now sit by My still waters
You know the I Am
We are and shall ever be – One
So go my Love, seek, climb, create, and learn
Explore the world of the senses, the playground of the body and the mind
Thrill yourself with new adventure, people, and places
Walk the barren paths of solitude and grief
Exult in your victories and feel the pain of your failure
Fear not, cast it away from you
You are mine and I am Yours
My Love for you is all that has ever really mattered
I read this again today. I was talking to a Soul who needed this message. It was something I needed to hear again my Self. So many times we attach ourselves to people or perhaps allow people to attach themselves to us out of convenience or lack of self knowledge. Hoping that somehow they might fill the empty places or satisfy unformed and vague longings in us. We use and are used because we seek in the other what can only be discovered in the heart. Even in relationships the journey is our’s. It is our responsibility not the other. They too are responsible for the unfolding of their path, not us.
Silly boy, never ever be just something else, somebody else has on their list
Why would you pause along that way
There are no sunsets on lists, or sighs, or laughter, or sweet deep kisses, even true friendship is too large to fit there
Never wait your turn as though you are a beggar at the door
If your appearance is not the sunrise there then perhaps you have again knocked at the wrong place
Welcome mats do change with the season and their promise is sometimes contingent on whim or convenience
Just because welcome was spoken does not guarantee that it will be granted
Leave your gift on that doorstep. You will not be diminished for the gifting, but leave it and go
The Beauty is calling, She beckons and silences the spirit. She calls from a place beyond the surface of things
Deep calls to deep, move out of the shallows, follow the sun’s rising through the early morning’s mist
Would they change you or rearrange you, bid you wait, or take your turn
That is not your path, those are not your companions
Your way is upon the trackless waters, there you may find companions far away from the shallows
There will be great joy in the meeting for they too seek that which calls to you
They understand the deep and those groanings for which there are no words
Leave your gifts at the door, if they would journey they will come, if there is doubt though, beauty will not live there, only lists
You will know your companions for they will beam in your brightness and when you are adrift their clapping will again fill your sails
All else is false promise and the use of you to fill holes in a shallow list, silly boy
I have looked in the reflections and have mistaken me for them
To suck my thumb feels awkward now
Funny how I once was so attached to it
I am guessing there are things I am attached to that are as transient as my thumb even now
It is interesting to have the awareness back that I had as a child
Observing and wondering, separate from the Self, the Ego, at least sometimes
Fear must have created that projection I called me
Well, some of it
Some of it is OK and is part of my groove
I think fear must have built the rest because it seems fear is what enforces the construct and dread guards the exits
But like a carnival spook-house been through several times, I am getting bored with it
I am yawning, its so 1-2-3 now jump and . . . Que the strobes, now crooked mirrors and fog and skeletons and turn the corner where the drug addict Carney jumps out and yells
The fear is getting be to quiet lame, much like the raggedy clown that pops out of the dark place and flops around on worn springs
Turning the lights on reveals the primitive, laughable, side show that has held me hostage
I think I’m gonna look outside the mirrors and the cheap carnival and try to remember the one who has been watching
But They say lots of things and it changes like the wind blowing this way and that
They used to say it was flat
Pluto used to be a planet too
Then it was not, now who knows
Can someone remind me if eggs are still bad for you
Is it Global Warming or Global Cooling or just Change now
It is hard to keep up between seasons of American Idol and Netflix marathons
It is hard work whoring myself for the next newest shiny thing They say I must have to be complete
I need to turn on the programming written for my particular demographic to get my bearings
Let’s see . . . what trifle shall I mediate on today
Whose direction will fill my thoughts and be parroted with borrowed words
Am I against Christians or Gay people, Black or White Devils or the manipulated Mexicans brought in to fill a growing gap
Do I care more about puppies than baby parts
Will I kill you over an idea that you are an idea, a label not a soul
Existential unnamed rage projected onto the stereotypes injected into my mind
Or will today be a time to remember that I forgot to feel terrorized
By the ones They have created, pissed on and off, and financed
Cause if I am angry about flags and fags or pants that sag I won’t consider
It will never enter my mind that perhaps I am asleep dreaming I am awake in this hall of mirrors
A prison of half-truth and misdirection, held captive by the cage created in my mind
Fighting for the crumbs from Master’s table that I have built and even now sustain
Righteous anger aimed amiss is an impotent thing and is no threat to Them
It only tightens the noose and the more I struggle the less I can breathe
That is why it was said to turn the other cheek. It dissipates Their power
They feed off the struggle of the pawns and the knights, the bishops and the royal court who think they are players
But no, they are being played, both king and pawn.
The game is played above their heads with pillars and ladders to heaven
Whether one travels a space at a time or the length of the board it is still on the square, boundaries defined by the Makers of the game
Rules and moves defined, determined by demographic, groups magically manipulated by the illusion of averages and statistics
Groups cannot think, only individual souls might consider that there may be better questions that would reveal the real play
A soul might pause and wonder why is it that they ask Them for permission to marry in the first place or why it is we seek a right that we already posses
A soul may ask how it is that we have surrendered our authority to smiling sorcerers and devils that claim to own this world and us through Divine Right
Birthright traded for a bowl of beans, distraction of their fertility rituals, and conjured safety
For They promise security and solutions from threats and problems They created
They break my legs and I gratefully accept the crutches They provide from my labor
And I will continue to eat the poisoned food and water They make available then come flaccid and fat and weak, hat in hand begging my Masters for Healthcare
I will not give a moment’s thought to Their mass genocide, drug trade, trafficking in children for sex, starvation of tens of thousands because it is convenient, expedient for Them
No, but I will fight for my right to remain a slave to the business of the MON EYE god they serve, stay discontent in my little cube as they offer me up as a sacrifice to the Lord of the Rings
It is all business, nothing personal, I am a number, a member of a group and have grown accustomed to my bondage
My chains may be of iron or gold yet chains they remain
And I will be on guard to protect my status
It is what I have traded for my empty, grasping, and envious soul
I have become my own prison guard policing myself and others ever watchful for the code words that signal a breach in the walls of my demographic
Cracker, Nigger, Faggot, they change through the years and the current context of culture
They are a function not a person, but if I am a statistic what do I know of spells and incantations spoken over me from my birth
Flags and Fags and pants that Sag are the current code words which illicit the predictable preprogrammed patterned response
I will watch as they change business models based on trends and temperament of the slaves
Socialism, Capitalism, Fascism, Communism, are all isms and ocracys and any will serve them at need
It is all the same game to them and they need good ignorant slaves whatever They call them or the system dejure
Even if one wants to be a “good” Master, they still want to be Master
But, what if the world is flat after all
What would that mean
Would it alter my steps
I think not. They come one yard at the time either way
I encounter one soul at the time too. I have never met an average or a median or mean
Men and women and boys and girls given rights by their Creator
Given seeds and water and earth and resources for life in love and grace, not walking death and slavery
Real change happens in the heart and the mind as we awaken and shake off the webs they weave
They can only do what we allow, it is all a head game played by our leave
No is the most powerful word
There is no need to fight anything but the fear and the addiction to what does not satisfy anyway
P.S. It is interesting that the UN uses a Flat Earth map. What’s up with that?
P.S.S. They said it was flat, then a ball, but now use a flat map, I wonder what people will do when They tell them that the Aliens are here to save us and it is important to submit to trans-human implants?
P.S.S.S. It all sounds crazy when it is first said. It always has because it’s different. It sounded crazy when they told you not to shit your pants anymore too. Your world was shaken but you learned to handle your shit differently.
P.S.S.S.S. The funny and sad part is that some folks will take more issue with the map and alien stuff than the slavery they are living.
P.S.S.S.S.S. Just remember that if there is fear and a promise of safety They generated the fear and built the pens for everybody to run into. That is the real game.
P.S.S.S.S.S.S. Perfect love casts out fear – Love, Your Creator
