There was a golden age in which men dreamed themselves to Be…. More. Yet, in this time, we have dreamed a sinners dream and I have watched us Being… Less. I hear the jangling discord of our nation.
Where is the beautiful symphony of brotherhood? I Remember Who We Are and I will not settle here in the mire that we’ve made knowing Dreams await us All!
Put down your heavy burdens and your loads. Be Not Afraid, and take up the yoke of This New Thing! March to a New Age as our Freedom is bound – each to the next!
Be the Love that You Sow and watch as others put on your courage that we might take up arms and Embrace! Only this will cause the crumbling of worlds made by smaller men.
Let not the dripping of violence from wicked lips stir bitterness within for surely Love can hew out of the mountain of hatred a stone of hope with nothing but the force of the Spirit!
To our salvation let us march onward pressed by the creative suffering of every race and every Equal Soul that paid a price along the way and let us join at the table of brotherhood Dreaming Like Kings!
To stand firm and still within the perceptions that others hold of you maintaining a steadfast posture in silent strength in the current of their will is the surest way to break yourself free from that illusion they hold of you
People do not see you as you are
They project onto you visions of themselves
And then they either accept or reject you based on
Their ability to accept or reject those aspects of themselves
Be careful of your judgments, they are sign posts that always point back to you. If you are wise you will learn to read them clearly, and you will know what adjustments your soul is asking you to make. Your strength lies in your perception, which is under the control of your choices, which are made based on your thoughts, which flow right out of your beliefs. If you can get to the heart of your beliefs and challenge them, you will learn the magic of changing your world.
The me you see is but a shadow of that which I Am. As I dance upon the screen, the very image of life is but my story, and me the puppet, playing out in time. In amazement I watch as it rolls before my eyes, and I, the spectator, appear before Myself, as though small, (a creation of Myself in Mine Own Minds Eye). Yet, the moment arrived when My shadow hesitantly turned and witnessed Myself as I Am ~ THE ONE WHO SHINES! Now, having turned back once again to the shadow world, she marvels and delights in madness at that which We see.
I closed my eyes, and she was there, standing before me in the void. I reached deep within myself, into a locked and treasured recess of my being, and tore out a ridiculously small heart that I had vehemently protected for far too long. I clasped her wrist, shoving it into her outstretched palm, “Here! Take it!” she looked down at the smallness of it. “What is this,” she asked, looking at me in dismay. “It is ALL the love you ever gave Me”, I whispered. Then I turned and walked away knowing our time together was complete, and that she was right when she had said we would never be friends.