A Descent From Normalcy

When I looked up, I saw the sky – And, the sky was falling. Glowing gold shards fell to the ground upon which I stood. What was left was both a hole and extensive fragmentation throughout the entirety of the night’s sky. It was as if the entire sky was a shell that had started to crack – and I had witnessed the first complete breakthrough. The sky was revealed to me as nothing more than a sheet of glass expanding across the horizon.

My state of disbelief only intensified on from this point. The spectacle taking place in front of my eyes had left me blissfully unaware of what lie beneath my averted gaze. For, when I looked down, I saw the tops of trees spanning the breadth of an entire forest. I felt as if I might fall. And then, I did.

As I fell, I gazed back towards the sky, which had started this whole strange journey, and I watched as more and more pieces fell. It was as if an egg was hatching from the outside in; the darkness of the egg’s interior was being consumed by the intense, fiery brightness of the light piercing through the shell’s outer walls. I remarked at how the integrity of the entire shell was compromised the moment the first flake fell. It was not the cracking of the shell that ultimately was causing it to crumble, for something can crack and remain intact; no, it was the moment the fragmented parts began to fall. In that instant, the shell was no longer a shell; its definition had fled the moment its form had. It had descended into something shapeless something decaying and falling into ruin and disarray.

For me, I could see its future. The trajectory of its fate was certain. The cascade of events which had been triggered allowed no prospects of the egg returning to its original state. Though it hadn’t happened yet, I could see it would happen by the signs of its movement.

I, on the other hand, was far less certain of my own future. I knew not why I fell, nor to where I was falling. It was a moment of relinquish, during which the two opposing sides of myself called for a ceasefire. My brain had agreed to quit sounding the danger alarm, because my mind’s reason had deemed the danger of the situation as insurmountable. As a result of surrendering to my fate, whatever it may be, I relaxed into warm, constant, supporting embrace of peace. My eyes closed, my lungs exhaled as if my soul was leaving along with my breath, and then, my entire body let go. My mind, my body, my very essence had yielded to my seemingly timeless descent. Then, out of the stillness and serenity of submission, came contact.

 

 

 

 

Questioning The Known

What is the direct outcome of a war? After the smoke has cleared and the seize is over. The goal has turned from destroying to reconstructing, with what are you left? A conqueror and a conquered. One is clearly superior to the other in some form or another, either by better skill, training, numbers, resources, or natural favor, there was a discrepancy in a quantifiable fashion in order to determine one loser and one winner. There was something that broke the stalemate in which a victor protruded.

All of worldly existence is held together because opposing forces in equilibrium. But what holds these forces in equilibrium? Tension. When in equilibrium, the tension is equal; but, when it is broken, such as the case of the aftermath of a war, the tension is unequally distributed.

But, where is the tension being skewed; where is this new unequal tension being held? In the minds, hearts and spirts of humans. Therefore, it was being held in psychic space. Psychic space is different than physical space in that it does not, to the best of our knowledge, consist of physical space; that is, in the means that it can be measured and said to be in ‘this’ place or ‘that’ one. Physical space is left to the quantifiable, the observable, and the seen (aside from dark energy, and dark matter that are, at the least, accounted for through negative derivation).

Many pathologies arise from the fact that due to the unobservable nature of the psychic realm it is somehow less real than the physical. This distortion is being further augmented as we continue to place more faith in material science (including neuroscience) because it implicitly is discrediting the invisible, and intangible and somehow imaginative. However, the truth is the psychic frontier is one we know quite little about and are therefore afraid to be faced by our own intellectual inferiority in the face of a virtually untapped knowledge domain.

Time & You

Are you master of these years?

And I been thinking what’s like when you’ve been treated wrong.

It’s never seems to grow; is everything as you want of me?

If I could blame you, and if I could choose:

I would lay down beside you, and you’d my muse.

And if I could be anything,

I would be staring back at you my darling.

Help me to realize what it must be like.

Break me and realize, what I have left inside.

Tuning Your Frequency

Use your eye to peer into the river of consciousness and pick out from the floating debris only the fruit that is in likeness to Goodness, only which that is alive and illustrates the living, only something that is rejoicing in the divine dance that is an eternal self-sustain cycle of life, ebbing and flowing, waxing and waning, moving – but going nowhere – creating only the energy potential waiting to be harnessed and creatively used by the individual receiver.  We hook into this energy potential, but there is a password. And the password is Love.

You will not be granted entrance by mere semantic utterances of words, but rather by the heart itself. The gate will not open and allow access to the totality of potential that lies behind it, if not the heart is truly in likeness to the true password. . . and the password is Christ. True selfless living, strength, bravery, truth and conviction. He is the greatest of all time. The greatest because of his meekness, blessed because of his servitude and wonderful because of his presence and semblance of God. He was a vessel and a receiver so in tuned with the frequency of God that there was no difference between the source and the receiver: they walked step by step, stride for stride.

We too can live such a life. We too can become the perfect tuning fork to the frequency of God. The challenge is the tuning doesn’t stay long. We are constantly facing resistance on a daily basis. We  much constantly be flexible and adaptable to maintain such a standard of upkeep that we may be able to resonant such a magnificent frequency.