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.
How calculatingly insidious the evil intentioned ones have crept into our homes, into our minds, and thereby caused us to disregard our emotional compasses. Have we traded love for logic, and discarded each other so unobtrusively that we have lost ourselves in the process?
It is a sad time when we value an intangible belief over the individual. You can stand before me, with all your overblown rhetoric and spout your ideals with great vigor, but you will never, ever, be able to laugh, hold, or cry with those dissipating words. That kind of lovelessness flees before me in an empty vapor.
I have no time or energy for those who hold so strongly to a belief that they have set up between us like a barrier. If you build a wall between us, you can be sure that I will simply step away. My heart bears no destructive forces for the breaking down of walls that others have built – when there are so many people who are eager and receptive to Love.
If you were brave enough, you could examine your own beliefs. And if you were strong enough, you could eliminate those that did not serve you. But a fortress does not feel secure without its walls, and what would become of you if you made yourself vulnerable to your own fears?
I wonder – might you plummet to the very bottom of your own heart and bleed out every lie you’ve ever believed, only to find yourself so light and free that you could then fly?
I have seen a thousand million men
Standing face to face for miles upon miles
Erect like dominoes (unaware of the eminent fall)
All projecting into the other – their thoughts
Passing down in procession from one to the next
Each made accountable as they grow and distort in stature
A thousand million men – all created by the thoughts of others
And none remembering themselves – Save One
He stands off to the side, facing outward and away
Looking upon the deep nothingness of his clear mind
He does not notice the stones that come hurling – often
With heavy intent and burdensome nonsensical “truths”
They vanish into his void becoming as he Is – Empty
And it is only from within this space that he can truly Create
Something Beautiful….. Himself!
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.