My personal feelings and perspectives, lessons learned.

But lately

My curiosity as it pertains to the human experience has faded.

My connection with my fellow humans has ceased to be all inclusive - it is now extremely selective.

My view of humanity has become a sad realization.

Too many of this species live in self imposed ignorance - consumed with greed and obsessed with thoughts that breed evil intentions and acts of pure cruelty.

We were born of the light.

It was meant to sustain us, hold us, be our strength and our protection against the dark forces.

But today, too many embrace the darkness and turn their backs on the light.

Speaking in general terms and with a few exceptions,

My circle of trusted souls has become very small.

My days of seeing only the potential good in a person

So over.

No benefit of the doubt, no giving breaks, making excuses.

Your words and actions tell who you are.

Facing reality as to the actual state of the world has inspired in me the desire to rise above.

I refuse to be part of a collective consciousness that accepts as normal a modern version of the class system.

Those who have too much and those who have too little.

I live in the United States of America.

A fact that should carry with it a sense of pride.

Today, it does not.

The worst of humanity rules this land.

We are quite literally in a battle of good against evil.

If I stay in this reality, I become it's victim.

My salvation is in disassociation.

Defining the world I envision and then living as if it was already a new reality.

Manifesting on a grand scale.

I do not accept the present state of our political and social environment as permanent.

I know I am not alone in this.

We who have no power or wealth in the material sense -

Still have the collective energy of those seeking to help our country evolve and become the beacon of light, hope and love that it was intended to be.

A blank slate, an anticipation of the possibilities.

Dreams were not limited to what made sense -

You were not bound to what appeared to be.

Life meant choices.

Whatever your mind could conceive of, was something to strive for.

Nothing was impossible, too much or beyond my ability to manifest.

That was before -

This is now.

The innocence is long gone, somewhere in a corner licking it's wounds.

The slate - obsolete, barely a memory.

The possibilities, as it turns out were never limitless.

I discovered as we all do - life has it's own plan, it's own terms.

It's all about the path.

What we encounter after a choice is made.

What we must learn, overcome and understand before a goal can become reality.

Evolving as a human is painful and yet strangely - euphoric.

Pain and ecstasy

Sorrow and joy

The extremes coexist because they need each other to become a whole identity.

I am who I am because of what I have experienced.

When I feel the need to complain about the state of my present existence, I will refer myself to all that has brought to this place.

The place where I am is the place I was destined to experience.

It's mine.

Whatever it is or is not, I own it.

And no one can say this is all there is.

I am still alive and aware.

There could be surprises ahead that are beyond and above anything that has occurred to my exhausted mind.

We shall see.

I was taught that this pattern emerges as we begin to assimilate information at the level we are able to comprehend.

First as sensory, then as language.

Anything that becomes a constant and familiar aspect of your environment starts this process.

You are exposed on every level to the language, ideas and spiritual beliefs of those in your family unit.

In the beginning perhaps mainly on a subliminal level.

But you might be surprised at how much is understood in the early years.

The next step is to process new information until you understand it's meaning and how it can influence your behavior and reactions to everyday events.

Saying “ please and thank you “ as a child nearly always results in a warm and loving response - and sets up a lifetime instinct to express gratitude.

The next phase should flow naturally as you put information to the test in your own day to day reality.

Does this concept inspire feelings of a positive nature, if so it becomes a building block in creating your sense of identity.

If the feelings are uncomfortable or bring on a wave of sadness - this is your clue this idea is not to your benefit.

This is how personality and character develop.

Assimilate -

Process -

Utilize -

Evaluate -

Repeating this pattern as new information is introduced, allows positive energy to grow within you.

Even if you are not consciously aware of it happening, you are continually absorbing knowledge and moving through this pattern.

In the end you will find you have evolved -

And become the being of light you were meant to be.

I have been sitting on the brink of the void, my senses on high alert for way too long.

The air is electric as if something tangible is manifesting around me -

But I look and see nothing.

My eyes were not designed to observe what has not yet materialized.

I am so tired of waiting.

I stayed even though I didn't belong because I promised, I gave my word.

My task was to remember - to prove that as a human being you do not have to lose memory recall of what has come before.

You can retain and build on the knowledge gained from past embodiments. You do not have to start over from nothing as you enter each new life experience.

The awareness of the enormity of the task I accepted began in childhood. The point at which you are the closest to being able to access memories of what has come before.

At that point also, you will be in the company of adults who are speaking of things that you know are not true.

And yet - you are powerless to correct or teach, because you exist in the physical body of a child.

And so it begins. As you become aware of the enormous obstacles in your path, each new day be comes a challenge, to find patience, to discover moments where you can share a new way of thinking without appearing to know things you should not know.

A large part of your focus becomes experimenting with ways to offer answers to people who are not at the point of asking questions.

Even when you become an adult you have to be careful not to express information you logically should not have.

When asked for proof, you have none, and proof is the only key to credibility.

Unless you come across that rare individual who is able to recognize truth when it is spoken, you will never get a sense of completion, of achieving your goal which is what your spirit craves.

You, yourself are the only one who really understands what you have accomplished.

If you expect validation to come from this plane of existence, it is not going to happen.

And so the saga of one life, one story, one lifelong struggle to keep my word and then head out.

One story among millions. Each child born will have a lifespan filled with adventures and hardship, joy and lessons learned.

The brink is the final step. The place where you wait for the timing to align so you are free to return to the place you love, the place of your belonging.

I am you and you are me.

The only difference being

I remember.

They just show up -

no link to the moment.

A mystery without a clue.

A message without a bottle.

Something to ponder with no understanding of why.

I guess that's what makes them random.

Dig deep if you have to -

Or just be grateful that you woke up.

Until -

The moment I realize I have superpowers built into my human design.

I have what I need to lead me safely through the metaphorical minefield that life represents.

I believe self-awareness is key to arriving at the end of your lifespan with a sense of satisfaction and pride.

No matter what your circumstances and challenges, you will have had moments where you needed to rely on your own inner strength to move forward. To take that next step up.

The Inbetween of life is where all of the hard work takes place.

The choices and decisions that change the course of your life, come into focus during these years.

The contrasts, the confusion and ultimately the reveal.

The last piece of the puzzle where the entire landscape of your journey becomes splendidly apparent.

You have arrived. You have “become”

All that is left is tweeking the lingering details and enjoying the fact that you are approaching the finish line still in control of your faculties.

Perhaps this is the best outcome we could hope for.

Personal definitions often based on an individuals perception based on environment and how expansive their view of relationships.

The great irony -

On a massive scale, in one sense or on many levels, we are all different and yet the same.

The absolute definition of family.

A group of people connected by birth origin and ancestory.

A common need for community

and the shared grace of our Creator

And the best part is -

IT MAKES SENSE. 🌺

A symphony of emotions translated into a dialect able to transcend all barriers of time and space.

Music does not need words to communicate -

It's target is never the human mind but the soul born of cosmic light and energy.

Music is the rhythm of nature.

It flows into and through all that exists.

A tether of motion and energy built into the design of all beings of light.

It transports, it comforts, the connection is cellular.

In some way we may not yet understand -

we as a species, need music in our lives to connect with other humans on a soul level when we have no desire to bond in the physical realm.

Music can cure, can inspire forgiveness, make sense out of chaos.

It can compel the coldest heart to reach out, to look up, to smile, to love.

Music is an integral part of the tapestry that represents the human potential as it was created to be.

A connection to be honored.

A gift to be treasured.

If I can face the harshness and absurdity that is inescapable on this planet without fear or recriminations -

I will know I have found the courage to live life as my highest self.

Mystery, adventure, an awakening.

And do I have the courage to climb the steps and go alone -

Perhaps to face my deepest fears.

And yet I know I'm not alone.

I ask

And comfort comes as a warm embrace.

The fear has lost it's power, there is no darkness only light.

My soul remembered, my life restored.

Someone needs to implement a modern day crusade to rescue the oppressed.

We need heroes to insure the fair distribution of wealth.

Do not ever believe the words men say UNLESS they are reflected in the outcome of their actions.

Is there not one righteous man out there willing to take a stand and say

“ NO, NO MORE “

Are we willing to go the way of civilizations who have come before us. The ones who disappeared from the face of the Earth, because of greed and the cruelty it inspired.

SILENCE AND LACK OF ACTION DENOTES ACCEPTANCE OF STATUS QUO.

Are the men we believe are honorable and above deceit, simply better at concealing their true moral identity.

Are all men secretly accepting of a country lead by pedophiles and liars.

Why is no one defending our country against the death and destruction of the human spirit and body.

Tell me I'm wrong

PLEASE!

But not with words -

With actions.

Be men as God designed you to be.

He sacrificed his son to give us a clean slate and a chance to get it right.

Are you even willing to try to keep evil from destroying those you claim to love.

Time is running out.

Can't you feel it.

It's my artistic scream, my poetic tears.

My moment of clarity.

Writing and the solace that nature provides, are organic forms of therapy

that everyone can afford.

One affects only you.

The other impacts the lives of others.