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May 22, 2009 - Friday 

Current mood:  adventurous
Category: Writing and Poetry
Reflecting on Forever's Momentum ...

... driving time blindly into the future 
reveals mimes as tarot-reading
diviners of mind and soul,
any street-corner rendition 
the deepest morality tale of perdition
in mortal form, 
a fool clowning for the crowd
the gods appeased by 
inner cries screamed out loud 
by broken minds and spoken souls,
living moment to moment
with hidden intentions and secret goals.

No one knows Self like ego
whose dedication to the
"Here we go again" syndrome
is infamous and intimate both, 
speak low and don't gather a crowd
too close, don't boast, don't roast a fool
and don't toast to those who broke
the rules to reach the heights they sought; 
dance with the one that brung you
and don't smoke the drugs they brought,
fight the wars they fought
or love the way they've taught.

In other words, let time do that thing
that lets you soar on broken wings
filled with the light of inner sight 
that tells you who you are and what
you want, despite the taunts of others
that haunt your dreams, still your aspirations 
and dull your motivation to reach 
that higher station, 
that goal that you and only you can see, 
that you and only you 
can be ...

... fly free at a moment's whim
life's not so grim. 

Steal a second of pleasure's time
to find that place and space
of the Divine. 

Remind yourself of beauty whenever you can,
try to stand away from your life every day - 
look away to seek within to find what lies
beneath the skin and connects you to
what is beyond sin, what is true 
and lies beyond every clue
left by gods and men. 

Pretend ... that this moment, 

right here right now, is 

the End.

That time stops ... 


... flip flops and twists space

into another place beyond the 

limited confines of your mind

and spirit soars ...


... time's grasp lessens and brilliance ensues,
peace enfolds perception and deception ceases,
motivations become clear and utter truth unleashes
the soul from experience and life no longer flies by 

... life ...

... simplifies.

Currently listening:
The Southern Harmony and Musical Companion
By The Black Crowes
Release date: 2007-11-13
6:38 AM 
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April 21, 2009 - Tuesday 

Category: Religion and Philosophy


Certain things in life have ways of clarifying priorities.

Health traumas, accidents, economic woes and the threat of loss, children. There's nothing like a 4-year old running around the 1-bedroom apartment to remind you that time is flying past and that the future is meaningful and should be ordered, according to the  needs of the moment. A perfect contradiction.

We don't even know what's going to happen a minute from now, but we must plan for years down the road and live in the Now looking always to the Future. Those who figure out how to slow down and sometimes stop, invigorated by the joy of life yet girded by the knowledge of stillness live viscerally, while others continue on in the Matrix bereft of comfort and surrounded by seeming madness.

Living in this manner, great and small sufferings are the very stuff of life. Hours of video games or the news, small talk or loveless affairs, even the seeking after material sustenance, making a damn living, becomes life as lived and our root chakras remain fully engaged in the daily grind as we fail to reach higher levels of consciousness no matter our momentary bouts of lucidity, true peace stays just beyond our reach.

The real aspect of this is how we live, daily, going to work, chillin' with friends and family, taking care of business. Our small talk, the clubs we visit, the drugs we use. The banter and tone, the inter-group politics and sexual proclivities. The inner dialogue, battle with neuroses and fears of success and failure. Whether we make the right choices based upon what is true rather than what is perceived, whether we fulfill our responsibilities according to our lot, tending our domains and nurturing our gifts and those of others in ways the orient us firmly toward service-to-others rather than service-to-self.

Some people live magical lives surrounded by magical people doing magical things. In every chatroom and domain, church and synagogue, temple and mosque, forest glade and desert cave, like attracts like and lessons accrue according to tradition and ceremony, or the lack thereof. The interactions between us reverbrate as invocations and spells, more or less consciously, curses and blessings flow equally resulting in the dreary banalities that we interpret in the strictly material language of body and mind, leaving the spiritual aspects adrift, without mooring in our daily experiences. 

Making the decision to embrace the Mystery of life opens us up to boundless possibilities and life can change in an instant. Embracing the mysticism of numbers, of astrology, of quantum physics, of chaos theory and alchemy reveal the patterns of synchronicity that cross and crisscross our paths daily as signposts along the way to be followed or ignored based upon our levels of comprehension and the ability to focus our attention. Or, eschewing these means, going deeper within, seeking the key to knowledge of Self, finding all understanding within releasing the binds that constrain the soul.

People of different orientations come into our lives for a reason. Recongizing the challenging aspects of these relationships, when viewed from a non-material perspective, can lead to revelations that cause one to seek a total and immediate withdrawal from certain people, situations or places and a re-centering around energies and souls that align more directly with one's own orientation. Reasoning and sense often have very little to do with these determinations. Feelings, intuitions and subtle perceptions demand consideration and often are accompanied by quick flurries of coincidences that give rise to equally fleeting mental and spiritual impressions which are, in turn, often just as quickly repressed by reasoning and sense, as they function for the ego at the expense of the spirit.

When doors of perception are opened, when ways of seeing shift, it is often irrevocable, according to many ancient traditions. Those who try hallucinogenic drugs often complain that, since the experience, things have not returned to the way they were before. Which brings us back to priorities.

The path to consciousness extends beyond pleasure and pain. Beyond two oppositional gateways, named Happiness and Sadness, the same destination awaits. As we seek these pursuits within our lives, bound to the rail of destiny, the greater streams of fate are expressed by our daily choices. Our priorities. Whether or not we're going to eat the burger. Beat the kids or the husband. Choose Republican or Democrat. Take the long way or the shortcut. Think this, rather than that. Choose our priorities carefully.

The great questions seem to have simple solutions, but complexity and obfuscation are twin gifts of the bicameral brain. Blessings and curses coexist comfortably, while we wriggle in thier grasp. The clarity that comes increased consciousness allows us to hone our priorities and the vacuous wisps that confused us previously fade away, like Whispers in the Wind.      
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April 10, 2009 - Friday 

Category: Life
Lotta cop stuff going on. Lotta shootin'. Killin'. Fathers killin' families, workers killin' bosses, students killin' teachers, all the disaffected, killin' whoever, whenever they can. Warfare burning up the world. Anger, despair, hopelessness.
 
Prophets are warning of disaster and Science is doing the same. They say that the entire solar system is moving into a new sector of the galaxy, which is itself moving into another sector of the universe. This region vibrates higher, causing atmospheres to form around planets and moons that previously had none, including our own orbiting companion (natrium-based). The density of the heliosphere has thickened considerably, as if we were blazing into the atmosphere of a new world.

Which, I guess, we are. In every way. Personally, collectively, the world is indeed a global village. An earthquake in Italy, a volcano in Alaska, mass suicide in India, an election in America. We are connected, globally, and what happens on one side of the world is known almost instantly to the other. A group of neighborhood gossips could do no better.

The burden of this knowledge causes some to open up and participate, others to close down and gestate. Love and Hate are clashing on a global scale and our conscious minds are processing it, internalizing it, whichever side of the conflict we are on. 30% to the Left, 30% to the Right, 30% in the center and 10% in control. It's easy to play both sides against the middle to achieve ends determinental to the whole but beneficial to the few.

Control is fickle and events coalesce and swirl in world affairs, leaving the conscious observer similarly tossed, twisted and tumbling, buffeted like chaff amidst the chaotic storm of information. Those who rule implement their global order while entropy lurks and souls of light endeavor to affect - individually and collectively, consciously and unconsciously, psychically and materially - the outcome, which is, in turn, affected by the random meanderings of chance and happenstance but determined by  the cyclic spiraling of planets, solar systems and galaxies.

Even the powerful check their horoscopes. Yours tells you that hope is ascending, mine tells me to expect disaster. The desire to live life without experiencing the negative is tempting, and possible. Creating our own reality allows us to choose, and there are those who live beautiful lives, free of drama. The choices we make, individually, corroborate our individual power, as the choices we make, collectively, corroborate our collective power.

The quantum field collects our awareness and we dive and swim like schools of souls in the great ocean of Creation, in fear of the sky above and the earth below. Some break off and collect in smaller groups, exploring and discussing the possibilities, heretical in their intent. They veer off to the left and the right, leaving some in the center, while one swims quietly away from them all, looking up and down, questioning convention, intent, everything. That one meets a few others of like mind and an expansive exploration of existence begins.

Knowledge of the World completes knowledge of Self. Knowledge of Self completes knowledge of the World. The internalization of the external, a complete journey through reality, the integration of the whole, the Manifestation of the Complete Being.

The killing will continue. 2 dead at Henry Ford Community College in Michigan, right this instant. The establishment is bound to disaster like the Earth to the Sun, the grand tale of consciousness manifest as our wounded souls limp and groan, tied to time and space. It seems so petty and meaningless, sometimes. And yet, each act, each thought, each tear, each smile, represents movement and growth. We endeavor toward perfection, in dark and light, seeking the Solace of the Sublime. 
Currently listening:
Stand!
By Sly & the Family Stone
Release date: 2008-09-24
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April 8, 2009 - Wednesday 

Current mood:  quiet
Category: Writing and Poetry
Knowing the future doesn't help.

I lay there, looking at a rock as the edges of my vision dimmed and the voices drew closer.

"Daddy, can you show me how to do this?"
I smiled and bent down next to him. "Of course."

The sky tore. Blinding light suffused the horizon, obliterating the color of the sunset. I wept.

"Babiluv, kiss me again!"
Her face shone and I complied.

His gargling faded to silence as my hands choked the life from him. My breath screamed in my chest, trembling setting in as I lurched back, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Son, help me with this."
"Ok, daddy." I bent down next to him in the garden, our purpose intent upon growth.

The wind swirled around us as we stood upon the peak, looking down at the valley below. Verdant growth swathed in multitudinous hues stretched forth, the scent of life permeating our nostrils. I breathed in deeply, the joy bursting from my heart.

"Is this the end?" Some screamed as buildings crashed to earth around us.
"It is the beginning." I whispered, kneeling, eyes shut tightly, secure in my place.

I inhaled the dry earth. The heat of the sun soothed my back. The voices were close. Concerned. I closed my eyes.

Knowing the past helps.
Currently listening:
What's Going On
By Marvin Gaye
Release date: 2003-01-14
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April 2, 2009 - Thursday 

Current mood:  fascinated
Category: Writing and Poetry
There are no new things under the sun. The Earth remains the garden, the flora and fauna proliferating as expressions of consciousness, diverging from Oneness as manifestations of the Infinite and Eternal.


Broken dreams have fallen before, hearts have been lost, desires frustrated. What I feel is no different from what most feel, what you feel has been felt by me.


Beautiful phrases and impressive words express ideas that have been thought before, spoken and written in contexts that may differ in detail, but remain the same in underlying meaning.


People today are no smarter than people who lived 100 years ago, 1,000 years ago, or 1,000,000 years ago. The brain, spirit and soul remain a constant expression of what lies beyond, only manifest in flesh to gain the gift of experience in the further evolution of the multiverse.


All experience is One experience, all thought is One thought, all feeling is One feeling, flowing through all of Creation, to greater or lesser degrees.


Every act of repression results in an act of freedom. Every lie brings forth the truth. Every miscarriage of justice births reparations.


The observation of this fundamental unity of experience arises through the interaction of time and space. Every thought manifests as reality in the act of creation, reverbrating throughout the infinite material worlds.


Rising to meet the challenge of living life cognizant of these truths can only occur when our own experience of reality conforms with some base experiential perception that lies beyond the capacity of most, who are content fomenting illusion. Cutting through the mental and emotional detritus we've built up during a lifetime of indoctrination is a task so formidable that it has been relegated to the status of myth and legend.


We don't believe in Avatars or Shamans or Gurus, because they represent a level of consciousness that we have not achieved, so how could they have achieved it?


We are all equal, no one is better than another, and no one can certainly achieve impossible heights of psychic and ethical accomplishment that shatter the laws of reality that we subconsciously co-create with each successive thought.

 
Even those who don't believe they create their own reality live in realities in which the act of disbelief is an end in and of itself. It justifies its own existence and melds the perception of truth accordingly. A society of such demi-gods can conquer the world, has indeed conquered the world, subjecting the people of the world to realities that tend toward the accumulative and the material, decrying the spiritual as impossible, inconceiveable and irrelevant, in any case.


Such extremes must exist in opposition to those who essay that pathless path, leaving footprints in the sky. For every ascending soul there is an equal and oppositional descending soul, for every angel, a demon. For every kind-hearted soul, a hard-hearted one, for every believer, a disbeliever.


Living in the knowledge of opposition reinforces the perception of fundamental Oneness. Recognizing the paths of ascention and descent boils the individual choice down to personal preference, karmic destiny and each choice we make. Free Will is a law of Creation and makes us all responsible for the situations we find ourselves in, regardless of the outcome or our perceptions thereof. 


There is no one to blame but ourselves, no one to pray to outside of ourselves. And yet, everyone else is to blame but us, and there are infinite powers to pray to, inside of ourselves. Seemingly contradictory realities clash within the Halls of Creation like Valkyries and Trolls upon the fields of Valhalla, or like the spider Anansi and Tiger, in the earliest days of this world.


Chaos is the illusion and Order, the underlying truth. The trials and tribulations that pain us build us up, preparing us for more to come. What we are going through is what people have always gone through, there is no qualitative difference that makes our individual plights any different from anyone elses. The seeming good life that some live is just as much of an illusion as the seeming horror that others endure. My tragedies in this lifetime are equaled by your tragedies in another. 


The sun watches ever, shining its many-horned splendor upon the good and bad alike, while synchronicities play havoc with our plans and dreams. Nothing new threatens the continuity of Creation, and all works out as it is supposed to, no matter how it looks from our vantage point. Submerging Self within the experience demands our full attention and the constant call of awakening to the illusion a slumbering insistence that awakens every once and again in the attempt to shoulder past the ego's rude pronunciations. 


But life still goes on and the days continue to pass, one following the next, until we awaken to the fact that they do so at our insistence and that, at any time, we can collectively choose otherwise. When that day comes, a pivotal instance will have been reached that takes us, collectively, from one state of consciousness to another.


Then, and only then, can we state that there is something new under the sun, because by then, we will have become One with it, the planets and the infinite stars and worlds beyond, returning to a state of existence inconceivable to us now.

  
Oneness in diversity, multiplicity through holism. Reconciling the illusion, with the real.    
 
Currently listening:
Introducing the Hardline According to Terence Trent d'Arby
By Terence Trent d'Arby
Release date: 1990-10-25
6:43 PM 
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April 2, 2009 - Thursday 

Current mood:  indescribable
Category: Writing and Poetry
It's time for bed
and dreams so sweet,
rest, sleepy head,
the night, to meet.

Visions of laughter
and loud, candied toys,
days of bright splendor
and tumbling boys,

little girls singing
on playgrounds of clouds,
church bells ringing
and parents so proud,

butterflies ridng
on dragonfly mounts,
lullabies lighting
slow dreamtime counts,

eyes drooping gently,
slumber soon to claim,
fingers clasped intently,
visage clear of blame.

Innocence seen
in a child's sleeping face,
life's febrile dream
floating gently, through space.
REVISED:

It's time for bed
and dreams so sweet,
rest, sleepy head,
the night, to meet.

Visions of laughter
and loud, candied toys,
days of bright splendor
and tumbling boys,

little girls singing
on playgrounds of clouds,
church bells ringing
and parents so proud,

butterflies ridng
on dragonfly mounts,
lullabies gliding between
fluffy sheep counts,

eyes drooping gently,
slumber soon to claim,
fingers clasped intently,
face clear of blame.

Innocence seen
in a child's sleeping face,
life's endless dream
floating gently, through space.
Currently listening:
Shepherd Moons
By Enya
Release date: 1991-11-19
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March 31, 2009 - Tuesday 

Category: News and Politics
What in heaven's sake is going on? Can Obama save the world? According to the pundits, his opposition is formidable. While he is touring the halls of power in Europe during the G20 summit, the demonstrations are expected to be massive. Not against Obama himself, but against the entire global fincial system and the Robber class, of which Obama might be considered a part, given his 4 million plus income last year.

How is it that the man who was elected to save America now has the fate of the entire world in his hands? Whose side is he really on, the Bankers or the People? Is it really possible for him to go against what seems to be a coordinated attack against the United States in general and the middle class in particular? If so, can one man with allies that may include Iran and China go against the WWII allies, Germany and Japan, who, overtly and covertly, rule the economic world?

I don't know for sure, but it's going to take a little bit'a soul for this one to find the clear light of day. Or, perhaps, a nuclear strike by N. Korea against Japan, with China's unofficial sanction. Maybe when it all jumps off for real, a bit of clarity might clue in the rest of us, stuck in an illusory reality created by a coopted press that owes its only allegience to the Financiers of depopulation and destruction.
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March 22, 2009 - Sunday 

Category: Writing and Poetry
Every sunrise promises new beginnings. Every sunset promises new endings. There are false starts and mistakes, hopeful possibilities and joyous surprises. Each choice takes us closer to the place we wish to be, opening new doors to lands that lead us into lives more beautiful than we ever could have imagined.

Even when dark days threaten, the light remains. For every setback, there is the promise of hope that lies beyond. Every wrong choice opens the way to the right one, gives us the opportunity to try again. Giving in to despair is egoistic in the extreme and keeps us mired in the past when our eyes should be firmly upon the Now, awakened to the wonder of the moment and the futures that beckon us forward with promises of destiny manifest.

Making the choices that lead us forward are often difficult. Our underlying intentions are formed of experiential detritus that defines us and traps us within the closed loop of our lives. Looking beyond threatens our stability and sense of who we are, and we recoil from change that leads us into the unknown. What we have not experienced is fearful, what we have, is safe. No one wants to jump off the bridge into a Misty Abyss of Frightful Dimensions. But we must, if we are to achieve the promise of our incarnations.

It is only through the unknown that the known manifests in new ways. Once the leap has been committed to, our feet have left the ground and we find ourselves aloft, the freedom that fills us takes us out of ourselves - the selves that we believe we really are - and we are reduced to the pure essence of life that we truly are. It is a state that usually doesn't last long past the moment itself, soon to fade into the obscurity of memory as new trials and tribulations suffuse our awarenesses, and we begin again, leading to new endings and a renewed cycle of experience at a higher vibratory level.

Who are we to question the way our lives go? True, we make the choices that lead us to our current situations, but are we solely responsible for the outcomes, or are there other considerations that affect the span and course of our journey? These are higher questions that address the heart of consciousness, the divisions of the Self and the internal and external energies that permeate the very fabric of reality.

Internal and external are both illusory expressions representing a dichotomous holism within which we endeavor to find unity, past the shifting facades. If all is one, the uncomfortable realization is that what is without, is also within. The bad things that happen outside of us find their resonance with bad feelings that happen inside of us. The same is true of the good things. Depending upon our individual orientations, our life experiences reflect this truth.

Making the decisions that arise from our most fervent desires and wishes leaves us responsible for the state of our lives at every juncture. Even when events seem to conspire against us and lead us to places of hopelessness and agony and we cannot for the life of us figure out how or why we have arrived at this place, there is a reason and a lesson involved. Going deep within to determine how a particular experience can benefit us is the reason for their occurence in the first instance.

Moving on, past memory, past lost opportunities and love, past that which stalls our forward impetus, reveals the light within. The inner light which lures us forth, out of the dark corners of our minds and into the outer light of conscious transcention that will give us the power we need to be the one that saves ourselves and, in the process, contributes to the greater evolution of life as a whole.   
 
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March 19, 2009 - Thursday 

Category: Writing and Poetry

My thoughts swing
between black and
blue
in recognition
of you
and the way you
make me
feel
 
is ever and always
so very real
 
and then my eyes rise
to the sky forcing me to
try and realize
the material manifestation of
a dream denied.
 
Broken into a million pieces
the pieces of my heart
freeze in remembrance
of nights lost
to memory's grasp
a notion of emotion
tossed between the first
and the last
 
meanwhile ...
 
... past tears fears dare to
threaten
yearning and need
constantly beckon
and i answer
 
moaning into the void
an unfeeling android
without a heart
maybe i've been this way
from the start
 
i don't know ...
 
... but not having a soul
with which to feel
my insides seem to be
comprised of
pure carbon and
stainless steel
the wheels and cogs
inside my head
fill me with a cold
and clanking dread ...
 
... i wonder if i'm dead.
 
But if that were truly so
i doubt my troubles
would flow so easily
from misled intentions
- and did i mention -
the indubitably precocious
tensions that drive me
deliciously mad
 
giggling and teetering
upon the brink
insanity whispering
that i should cut my throat
above the sink
and watch the blood flow
and swirl so nicely
the colors scintillating
beckoning and enticing me
to draw you closer
into my sphere
 
like a praying mantis
whispering into the ear
of a hapless grasshopper
who only wants to play
not even realizing that
this is his last day
to enjoy his life
and the endless strife
that marks our passage
into the friendless night ...
 
... i'll go without a fight.
 
With you in my arms
your beauty
my last
- and infinitely sustaining -
mortal sight.
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March 7, 2009 - Saturday 

Category: Life




Watching the news is an exercise in curiosity these days. Listening to Obama, warring with those factions intent upon engineering a depression. Listening to the Republican chorus line and political pundits talking all around the fact that the only logical explanation for the current conservative agenda is political, economic and social armegeddon. Religious too, when it comes down to it.

Everybody's feeling the end times bug. Even if they don't know what to call it. In my classes, the kids are eager to hear about money creation and the voracious nature of the fractional reserve system. They eat up Inner-Earth mythology, Tesla, HAARP and quantum entanglement even as we compare them to plate tectonics and the earth's theorized internal composition, atmospheric layers and the electromagnetic spectrum. The great big world outside of our individual and collective dramas, within which we endeavor, intrigues the cool, non-traditional and disaffected alike, and they always bring up 2012, not I. 

Today my neighbor downstairs, a manager at subway, asked what I taught, nodded and mentioned the Yellowstone caldera and then, 2012. He rushed inside after voicing what's still spoken of by many in low voices, my laughter and affirmation following him. The movie's coming out later this year.

Every method of media is culling every last iota of energy they can from a newly sensitized and tuned electorate. The rumbles, sparks and sulfurous belching of xenophobia battle the song of Oneness sung by the People crying for change. Our political theater continues as Obama and Hillary battle supreme forces arrayed against them. The internal power politics of the military-industrial complex seek their corruption and compromise as many pray and send energy fervently, hoping against hope that, somehow, they can prevail and the crash won't be as bad as it seems in each and every price increase, job loss and medical emergency. That World War III will not reach the stage of nuclear fusion and that we can continue to live complacent lives, lost in our enjoyment of our worlds.

The movies prepare us. Say the things we know through lived experience about psychic phenomenon, ghosts, visitations, aliens and possible near-future scenarios. They contain hidden messages in symbols and archetypes, and tales told that precisely follow a pyramidal structure passed across time from the earliest cultures in this age, remnants of earlier cultures who went the same way, even if through different cosmic mechanisms.

Shia LaBeouf, Will Smith, Keanu Reeves, Jennifer Lopez and so many other media luminaries are the chosen representatives of what is, in essence, a globalized phenomenon of a shared and collective recognition of the import of the times. They, and we, are the Stars of Tommorrow, our multi-ethnic/racial solidarity as citizens of the multiverse solidifying a shared cultural milieu that binds us together in a global American-based mythos of immense philosophical and spiritual proportions and which, as my friend Elaine says, will perhaps outlast the material incarnation of this culture's ultimate triumph.

Seeing the disconnect individually. Knowing individuals in your own lives who seem to represent two oppositional sides in live reality, with every expression of variability within the whole.  My friend Deepam says that life is like a movie, the mind being the screen. A movie that, if only we realize it is such, can be an enjoyable experience, even while we're going through what looks to be misery on the screen. The screen we're all co-creating, in our own individualized ways. With each vote, purchase, engagement in the system, we confirm it, engage in action designed to propogate it. We are commoditized and consumed. 

Ejection from the system is akin to the abyss. The unknown lies beyond a fading illusion as critical junctures are reached for us as a species, our planet, solar system and galaxy as a whole. Real, material changes will transform our planet during our lifetimes and that realization is dawning upon the entire world.

This is the backdrop to the evening news. To the smoldering agonies of life in tumultous times. To each of our own personal dramas. This is the backdrop that, instead of fading into comfortable, sepia-toned anonymity, is sharply clarifying with each moment, outlined against the transcendent glory of creation at every level of being. At this stage, it's simply our task to retain awareness. To find a state of equilibrium between ourselves and the world, to find the central truth of our existences, and come closer to manifesting it in our lives. The sublime beauty of the Grand Design is only apparent from a distance, and only the conscious cultivation of this distance allows each of us to move beyond our dramas and see the larger pattern of our lives as they weave into the greater tapestry of each of our interactions intertwined into eternity.

The work of self-remembering, as pronouced by Gurdjieff and later Ouspensky and as known by every spiritual culture preceding the presently ascended one. The work of enlightenment, which is the work of living consciously.

Turning off the news, because there are more important things to do. Taking care of the day to day, while also taking time to feed your soul with good company and contemplation. Consciously cultivating a peaceful persona in preparation for action, using your daily experiences as the quizzes preparing you for the test to come. Paying attention to the Now, catching the synchronicities and using them to propel yourself further into your destiny, using each opportunity to serve others by giving of yourself in a way that only you can.

As the future unfolds day by day, life remains intimate. We're all in this together. Even the talking heads can't help but recognize the sheer absurdity of current world conditions. The curiosity factor is satisfied with this confirmation that these are strange days indeed and that the only way out is through the burning building. Since we've all worked so hard to keep the fire going nice and high, the only entertainment left is seeing who makes it out alive!



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