Monday, June 7, 2010
Bees: Parable of Stars
Bees, in Parable of the Stars, are relevant within this theory of social evolution, as the bees are seen as the optimum functioning principle of society by which all other societies ought to aspire toward. The epitome of social function and productivity, the bees are workers, gatherers, hunters, and servers of the purpose of their realm. Each member of their team works within individual sectors, and members of each sector work individually and together to play their part in the rolling scheme toward progress, and in pursuit of the greater whole. The bees represent the universal truth for the light of the world in the concept of one. They serve a distinct purpose of relevance not only within their own worlds, but as a highly valued aspect of all other relative social aspects.
Birds: Parable of Stars
Birds, in Parable of the Stars, is the ultimate theory of evolution that goes all the way back to the beginning of time, and the story of creation, as it speaks of the fallen. In this book, the Angels that fell came down to earth to inhabit the bodies as spirits, souls as the light of the world, children of the light. During the course of time, in the expression of duality, that is of union with the darkness, flesh by which the lights inhabited became like a prison, a bounded reality. The Birds, as fallen angels, forgot how to fly as they became subjective to the flesh and slaves of the earth. Birds lost their feathers and became bats. Bats lost their wings and became rats. The rat race evolved and took over the earth in multiplicity, taking dominance over various regions, which environmentally affected their changes habitually in the progression of the overall evolution of the species. The mammalian species became the new breed, and out of this race, as the story tells, the cat evolved as the Great Kings of the Earth, because somehow, they understood what it meant to fly. They learned the secret of never falling, learning to land on their feet, instead of face down in the ashes.
The Rain Maker
When it rains and storms, waterfalls from the sky and splashes where if meets the ground. Thunder rumbles and growls in the heavens and lightening gives the stage effect of flashes in the dark. Drama! The wind blows and rustles its madness through the threshold of the trees. When it rains, the wind is so cool and fresh, refreshingly so, the air is crisp and clean, tempting that you breathe deeply. The gray skies are the fall of darkness upon us as all of the heaviness stored up in those clouds rapidly come down and drape the tall trees in an aquatic solution of bliss. The clarifying showers become a mist of cocktailed sounds like random singing yet in synchronicity, listen to hear the claps, stomps, gasps, laughter, cheers, thumping heartbeats racing like the attack of excitement. It’s Music! Dance; to the sound of the muse called rain. Bathe in the puddles of water that settle at our feet as we move madly and carelessly in the freedom of the beating drums.
Ahh! The screams of madness sound off blazing through the night. The illusion of stillness has fused and faded to the visionary compulsive movement of water. Electricity! Thunderous applause. Standing ovation of thrusting wind blown bushes of forest trees that are only silhouetted for my eyes to glare toward in awe and wonder. Drama, I tell you! The sensation of an energy-filled compilation of climax, orgasmic, so, sensationally, is riveting. Roaring waves of sound off straight to the core of my bones and beyond, blistering with heavy breathing, and a pounding heart, thumping veins almost visible to the watchful naked eye, intently so, adrenal glands surging with activity. Eyes lit up, widely so, aware of the madness around. Primal screams they become, the thriller.
Laugh, cry, tremble, be chilled and draped in goosebumps. Come face to face with your fears, be enthralled with joy, feel our pain, overwhelmingly. Gasp, and lose your breath at the command of our active motives to addict you to your own virtual desires for our body of work. Our bodies at work, working overtime and all the time, timelessly, without concern for the concept of time, for our object is the creative process, as we are creatively so, creating… magic. Observe our magic show, and surely you will ask, by the end of the performance, as though you are certain that we have the answer to all of your paranoid questions of a schizophrenic delusions, attached and trapped to our universe of surrealism, “You art in heaven?”
Open your eyes and look to see the answers to that which you have requested to know. There are no easy answers to all of that and so much more. Yet, behold, the answer to the secrets of the heavens are among you, beyond your quest for worded statement of validation. Observe the trans-en-dance, and know. Feel the rain on your face. Taste the rain on your lips. Drink from the cup that we set before you, and become one with the purely untainted madness of the natural bliss that is the work of the rainmakers masterful hands. Rise above yourselves in the captivity of our realm. Come as you are and embrace this fantasy, world of dreams. Set your mind free and imagine that we are the reality.
In the presence of this network that is our freedom, you cant help but to rise above, in gratuitous hunger and desperate desires and craving to uncontrollably ask for more, that you might share with us this feast at our table. In this world of never ending extending heights of the extenuating high that only the special breed of endorphins can afford you, don’t think of us as a deadly addictive drug. Imagine that our stimulants are called Love, and is life giving, as we will provide inspiration, preserve your vitality, and offer you a faithful hope that in this world is known to be the most pure goodness of a storm-filled outpouring of mad rain, comes only to purify the earth, to refresh the thirsting, to adorn the garden with an upspring of bouquets. We are the harmony. We are the symphony. We are the Children of the Rain Maker.
Ahh! The screams of madness sound off blazing through the night. The illusion of stillness has fused and faded to the visionary compulsive movement of water. Electricity! Thunderous applause. Standing ovation of thrusting wind blown bushes of forest trees that are only silhouetted for my eyes to glare toward in awe and wonder. Drama, I tell you! The sensation of an energy-filled compilation of climax, orgasmic, so, sensationally, is riveting. Roaring waves of sound off straight to the core of my bones and beyond, blistering with heavy breathing, and a pounding heart, thumping veins almost visible to the watchful naked eye, intently so, adrenal glands surging with activity. Eyes lit up, widely so, aware of the madness around. Primal screams they become, the thriller.
Laugh, cry, tremble, be chilled and draped in goosebumps. Come face to face with your fears, be enthralled with joy, feel our pain, overwhelmingly. Gasp, and lose your breath at the command of our active motives to addict you to your own virtual desires for our body of work. Our bodies at work, working overtime and all the time, timelessly, without concern for the concept of time, for our object is the creative process, as we are creatively so, creating… magic. Observe our magic show, and surely you will ask, by the end of the performance, as though you are certain that we have the answer to all of your paranoid questions of a schizophrenic delusions, attached and trapped to our universe of surrealism, “You art in heaven?”
Open your eyes and look to see the answers to that which you have requested to know. There are no easy answers to all of that and so much more. Yet, behold, the answer to the secrets of the heavens are among you, beyond your quest for worded statement of validation. Observe the trans-en-dance, and know. Feel the rain on your face. Taste the rain on your lips. Drink from the cup that we set before you, and become one with the purely untainted madness of the natural bliss that is the work of the rainmakers masterful hands. Rise above yourselves in the captivity of our realm. Come as you are and embrace this fantasy, world of dreams. Set your mind free and imagine that we are the reality.
In the presence of this network that is our freedom, you cant help but to rise above, in gratuitous hunger and desperate desires and craving to uncontrollably ask for more, that you might share with us this feast at our table. In this world of never ending extending heights of the extenuating high that only the special breed of endorphins can afford you, don’t think of us as a deadly addictive drug. Imagine that our stimulants are called Love, and is life giving, as we will provide inspiration, preserve your vitality, and offer you a faithful hope that in this world is known to be the most pure goodness of a storm-filled outpouring of mad rain, comes only to purify the earth, to refresh the thirsting, to adorn the garden with an upspring of bouquets. We are the harmony. We are the symphony. We are the Children of the Rain Maker.
Friday, June 4, 2010
One Body
In a vision, there is a great sailing ship. More than a ship, an island that floats in suspension beyond the bounded barriers of earth's capacity. The self sustained efficiency unity of transport is a dome, a hive, a village, a community, a nation of people. They are high, and they are low. The dome extends submerged deep below the ocean. The hive extends far above sea level into the heavens. They climb, they fly, they swing, they swim. It is a new generation of peoples. The rainbow. The root of every race, creed, religion, and breed of man through all previous generations come together as one. A new language and form of communication is created. It is the music, the universal language. It is the dance, the universal expression. It is the Arc of the Covenant. Generated children of the rainbow.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Song of the Bird
"A bird does not sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song." (Chinese Proverb; 1831-1881)
The Universe in all of creation dances perfectly in harmony with the synthesis of a musical chariot, as we, perfectly balanced, spin on this axis of a revolutionary rotation that could not be possible if anything were different. The duality that we live with and all fearfully fight as our own demon is the experience of ambiguity and ambivalence within this catastrophic battle of a polarity that we call self and reality. Accept that we are good and perfectly made, even as one with those things that we deem to be ugly, as it is all a necessary 'evil' set in place to order the continuation of a progressing evolution of the eternal creation, that, even in itself, could not be possible without the process of eternal damnation, or, destruction. You see, we have the ability to turn out because of the very basis of this static-electro-magnetism, that, with control and the force of mastery, we too can learn to be he who pivots, spinning on our own axis of rotation and revolution through space and time.
I encourage you to learn to appreciate the entire fabric of yourselves in the realization that our greatest weaknesses do indeed account for the interpretative existence of our greatest strengths. For, without the darkness, where would our lights live, and of what will they serve to illuminate, and how would anyone ever appreciate a radiance that they have nothing to compare it to in contrast with? And, if there were no death, how would we ever come to know the beauty of life and birth? How would we ever understand the distinction between one like a finely aged wine and a fresh young grape that illuminated with innocence, unless we knew to aprpeciate that things tarnish with age and the luminesence of gained wisdom? Because of pain and ugliness and war, we can know to strive for the value of the precious goodness and beauty and peace that allows us to choose to love rather than to hate, for, it is our ability to choose willingly and knowingly that sets us apart from all else, and makes us an infinite people beyond our own realization.
I believe that the story of the fall of man describes, rather, our rise to greatness and power over all the earth, as our worldly evolution and transfiguration through the series of the species that we now preside over, has led us to become aware of the supremacy of our own innate abilities as we learned to experience the progress of our own thoughts. Egos then developed within ourselves, as we saw how great our kind were becoming, and how much power to influence destiny in the course that our own evolution had given to us. We learned to believe, to think for ourselves, and to choose decisively. We discovered resolution and created concepts of ideology by which we began to seek out explanationf for the questions that we ourselves created within ourselves as we struggled to understand and relate to the world that we were suddenly aware of. With a great curiosity for knowledge and hunger, we began to seek out that which would be agined of this world. In the end, we taught ourselves to quest and to crave and to desire everything that there was to be gained of an earthly existence.
The Universe in all of creation dances perfectly in harmony with the synthesis of a musical chariot, as we, perfectly balanced, spin on this axis of a revolutionary rotation that could not be possible if anything were different. The duality that we live with and all fearfully fight as our own demon is the experience of ambiguity and ambivalence within this catastrophic battle of a polarity that we call self and reality. Accept that we are good and perfectly made, even as one with those things that we deem to be ugly, as it is all a necessary 'evil' set in place to order the continuation of a progressing evolution of the eternal creation, that, even in itself, could not be possible without the process of eternal damnation, or, destruction. You see, we have the ability to turn out because of the very basis of this static-electro-magnetism, that, with control and the force of mastery, we too can learn to be he who pivots, spinning on our own axis of rotation and revolution through space and time.
I encourage you to learn to appreciate the entire fabric of yourselves in the realization that our greatest weaknesses do indeed account for the interpretative existence of our greatest strengths. For, without the darkness, where would our lights live, and of what will they serve to illuminate, and how would anyone ever appreciate a radiance that they have nothing to compare it to in contrast with? And, if there were no death, how would we ever come to know the beauty of life and birth? How would we ever understand the distinction between one like a finely aged wine and a fresh young grape that illuminated with innocence, unless we knew to aprpeciate that things tarnish with age and the luminesence of gained wisdom? Because of pain and ugliness and war, we can know to strive for the value of the precious goodness and beauty and peace that allows us to choose to love rather than to hate, for, it is our ability to choose willingly and knowingly that sets us apart from all else, and makes us an infinite people beyond our own realization.
I believe that the story of the fall of man describes, rather, our rise to greatness and power over all the earth, as our worldly evolution and transfiguration through the series of the species that we now preside over, has led us to become aware of the supremacy of our own innate abilities as we learned to experience the progress of our own thoughts. Egos then developed within ourselves, as we saw how great our kind were becoming, and how much power to influence destiny in the course that our own evolution had given to us. We learned to believe, to think for ourselves, and to choose decisively. We discovered resolution and created concepts of ideology by which we began to seek out explanationf for the questions that we ourselves created within ourselves as we struggled to understand and relate to the world that we were suddenly aware of. With a great curiosity for knowledge and hunger, we began to seek out that which would be agined of this world. In the end, we taught ourselves to quest and to crave and to desire everything that there was to be gained of an earthly existence.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Mission
Define truth by creating it. Allow life to be what it is, and believe in the I Am. Establish boundaries that cannot be broken because they dwell within your heart. Stir up friction and let life live. Welcome death as a beautiful opportunity for reincarnation in the tomorrow of born again. I have turned against them. I have turned from their way. They are out to get me, because, I have unlocked the code, and I am moving on to a place that only ones like I get to travel to. They want to stop me in my tracks. But, it is I who must choose to go. They have no authority to stop me.
I am a school of philosophy, depicting thought and movement as equal tools of communicating. Awareness of ones self, mind, body, soul, All, and understanding the precepts of behavior and the influences which ultimately dictate how we will respond to the environment around us, are most adequately apt our external environment as a reflection of the way we respond to our internal environment. The purpose of life is to gather information, process it, and choose the process of self-evolution based on the perceived understanding of acquired data. It is necessary to continually gain new information, based on new experiences, that life not become stagnant. Life and quality of life depend on the ground basis that everything in life is an expression of what it is and where it comes from. Each individual expression of energy, and its source, dictates only where one will end up, based on that which one came from. Such is fate.
I am a school of philosophy, depicting thought and movement as equal tools of communicating. Awareness of ones self, mind, body, soul, All, and understanding the precepts of behavior and the influences which ultimately dictate how we will respond to the environment around us, are most adequately apt our external environment as a reflection of the way we respond to our internal environment. The purpose of life is to gather information, process it, and choose the process of self-evolution based on the perceived understanding of acquired data. It is necessary to continually gain new information, based on new experiences, that life not become stagnant. Life and quality of life depend on the ground basis that everything in life is an expression of what it is and where it comes from. Each individual expression of energy, and its source, dictates only where one will end up, based on that which one came from. Such is fate.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Fruit
A word of encouragement for you as your journey on your way: Please know that the power is in your hands. The choices are yours to be made, and, destiny is yours to create. All bounds have been lifted, and, the world is at your feet. Choose wisely. Remember that your greatest enemy is lack of purpose. Always remain engulfed in action. Activity shall save you from idol hands seeking delinquency. Stay away from temptations of carnal nature. Allow not sin to destroy you. Lust, gluttony, sloth, avarice, greed, envy, anger, leave behind. Remember love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control. Remembr wisdom, understanding, counsel, fortitude, knowledge, piety, and fear of the Lord.
Follow the rhythm of your pulse. Allow your heart beat and the rate of your breath to illustrate your natural rhythm. Dance to the music that you create. Believe that whatever you choose, you can and will attain. Believe that the gain is already your own. Claim it, and believe your self to be worthy of that which you have claimed. Truth is relative to the individual and the experiences of that individual. If you believe, it becomes your truth. Be careful of what you choose to believe, because it becomes you. Be not hasty to give up control of your own destiny. Hold on to your future and do not let go. Never settle for less than you believe to be true. Remain sturdy and never be swayed. Bend, but never break.
Fight always for your right to knowledge. Seek always understanding. Crave always wisdom. These things grant access to a great freedom. Here, we are able to make well informed decisions. We become empowered. Be not afraid to come forth unto this journey. Be not afraid to forsake everything. Leave it all behind and never look back to remember it as a part of you. If it were your truth, you would have never been able to let go. What is yours will always belong to you. Stand naked and face the truth. See your own reflection, your own shadows. Your own light, and, your own darkness will be staring back at you. Learn who you are beyond the everythingness. Mind, body, and soul, create the self. Question everything. In faith, doubt everything. Seek and know that you shall find. Knock and believe that doors will open.
I have been consecrated as an offering to my Lord All. May I always be considered worthy to serve you as the chosen one to carry out this, your will. May I always lead them only to the truth of your way. May I remain steadfast and faithfully yours. In love, I offer All that I am. I have been blessed beyond that which I am able to conceive. I believe in that which I have not yet been shown to see. But, I feel its presence, and, I know that it is here. The incarnate dwells within this, my temple, and I shall always provide a haven in my heart, my soul, my body, and my mind, for this beautiful revelation of truth. I am blessed. I have been graced with this gift that I am only just beginning to know in understanding. This gift that has been given to me, has been entrusted to me, and I alone. I am responsible for sharing it with the entire world.
My spirit rejoices in song and dance, for, this is the day that the Lord has made. I have found bliss in this fountain. The water of life overflows and floods my heart with joy. I want to share it with you. I want to show you this place I know. Come to me, because, I cannot leave this place to go to you. Once I am settled here, this shall be my eternal resting place. You must come to me. Listen. Hear my voice. Feel my energy transpose you. Be moved and come to me. Close your eyes and follow the light within. Dream, because in your dreams, there I am.
In the stillness of the silence, and the deep darkness of the abyss, in the nothingness, where there is no blinding light to distract you from the truth; there, you will find the way. The path that leads to you also leads to I. Look within and there you will find everything that is worth believing. Beautiful child, I love you. You are my angel; you are the beacon of hope. The lost generation of Gods may be restored only by your own hands. Your will be done to redeem lost souls. There is no more blockage. Your path is cleared. Your way is prepared.
Now, I must find rest. Tomorrow at sunrise, the new era begins, and, I must be ready for the time. My body now aches and craves rest. I am so tired. Yesterdays journey has left me with heavy eyes and aching muscles. I want to heal from the inside out. I want to transform, shedding this old skin. Slumber, I await you. May I find rest in your bosom tonight. Sweet dreams are my sanctuary. There, I am home. There, I am at peace. In the realm of beauty, there is only truth. No illusions or fragmented realities dwell in harmony. Music is the essence of mystery. Magic unravels during the hours of twilight.
Tonight, I find rest, peacefully. I close my eyes, and I breathe. Nothingness consumes me, and I fall deeper into sleep. I create a trance within myself. I won’t wake up. I refuse to arise, for the time has not yet come. I drift far and wide, floating aimlessly in the great abyss. My dreams become alive; more vivid than all the colors of the rainbow. My heart rate slows, and, my breathing calms... my pulse softens, and, I find rest in the darkness. It is just like the death that I once craved. I become the living dead. I need nothing. I am everything.
I have conquered death. I have defeated illness and weakness and pain. In the face of death, I become the great challenger, daring to fight with me. Always, I defeat the death. My life becomes validated in the victory of my conquest. In defeating death, I become life. I am the fearless leader. I will show you the way. Follow this way. Believe.
Follow the rhythm of your pulse. Allow your heart beat and the rate of your breath to illustrate your natural rhythm. Dance to the music that you create. Believe that whatever you choose, you can and will attain. Believe that the gain is already your own. Claim it, and believe your self to be worthy of that which you have claimed. Truth is relative to the individual and the experiences of that individual. If you believe, it becomes your truth. Be careful of what you choose to believe, because it becomes you. Be not hasty to give up control of your own destiny. Hold on to your future and do not let go. Never settle for less than you believe to be true. Remain sturdy and never be swayed. Bend, but never break.
Fight always for your right to knowledge. Seek always understanding. Crave always wisdom. These things grant access to a great freedom. Here, we are able to make well informed decisions. We become empowered. Be not afraid to come forth unto this journey. Be not afraid to forsake everything. Leave it all behind and never look back to remember it as a part of you. If it were your truth, you would have never been able to let go. What is yours will always belong to you. Stand naked and face the truth. See your own reflection, your own shadows. Your own light, and, your own darkness will be staring back at you. Learn who you are beyond the everythingness. Mind, body, and soul, create the self. Question everything. In faith, doubt everything. Seek and know that you shall find. Knock and believe that doors will open.
I have been consecrated as an offering to my Lord All. May I always be considered worthy to serve you as the chosen one to carry out this, your will. May I always lead them only to the truth of your way. May I remain steadfast and faithfully yours. In love, I offer All that I am. I have been blessed beyond that which I am able to conceive. I believe in that which I have not yet been shown to see. But, I feel its presence, and, I know that it is here. The incarnate dwells within this, my temple, and I shall always provide a haven in my heart, my soul, my body, and my mind, for this beautiful revelation of truth. I am blessed. I have been graced with this gift that I am only just beginning to know in understanding. This gift that has been given to me, has been entrusted to me, and I alone. I am responsible for sharing it with the entire world.
My spirit rejoices in song and dance, for, this is the day that the Lord has made. I have found bliss in this fountain. The water of life overflows and floods my heart with joy. I want to share it with you. I want to show you this place I know. Come to me, because, I cannot leave this place to go to you. Once I am settled here, this shall be my eternal resting place. You must come to me. Listen. Hear my voice. Feel my energy transpose you. Be moved and come to me. Close your eyes and follow the light within. Dream, because in your dreams, there I am.
In the stillness of the silence, and the deep darkness of the abyss, in the nothingness, where there is no blinding light to distract you from the truth; there, you will find the way. The path that leads to you also leads to I. Look within and there you will find everything that is worth believing. Beautiful child, I love you. You are my angel; you are the beacon of hope. The lost generation of Gods may be restored only by your own hands. Your will be done to redeem lost souls. There is no more blockage. Your path is cleared. Your way is prepared.
Now, I must find rest. Tomorrow at sunrise, the new era begins, and, I must be ready for the time. My body now aches and craves rest. I am so tired. Yesterdays journey has left me with heavy eyes and aching muscles. I want to heal from the inside out. I want to transform, shedding this old skin. Slumber, I await you. May I find rest in your bosom tonight. Sweet dreams are my sanctuary. There, I am home. There, I am at peace. In the realm of beauty, there is only truth. No illusions or fragmented realities dwell in harmony. Music is the essence of mystery. Magic unravels during the hours of twilight.
Tonight, I find rest, peacefully. I close my eyes, and I breathe. Nothingness consumes me, and I fall deeper into sleep. I create a trance within myself. I won’t wake up. I refuse to arise, for the time has not yet come. I drift far and wide, floating aimlessly in the great abyss. My dreams become alive; more vivid than all the colors of the rainbow. My heart rate slows, and, my breathing calms... my pulse softens, and, I find rest in the darkness. It is just like the death that I once craved. I become the living dead. I need nothing. I am everything.
I have conquered death. I have defeated illness and weakness and pain. In the face of death, I become the great challenger, daring to fight with me. Always, I defeat the death. My life becomes validated in the victory of my conquest. In defeating death, I become life. I am the fearless leader. I will show you the way. Follow this way. Believe.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Rotation
“You know about rock and roll. Its like the legends tell, about, the balls that keep on rolling, the wheels that keep spinning, the stones that never stop tumbling, falling, running, running, running. Rocks never die. And, the legend continues.”
How deeply the sunshine that glows over thee? From seas to sea how deeply, reflections of me? I crumble in remnance of pain beyond despair. Alas, I ask, how deeply mine soul hurt when it tears. One kiss of death, one breath of life. One moment of grief, beyond worst of strife. Desperately wanting to cry out, lips frozen. Anxiously waiting forth-new dawn, t’was chosen. Raging and roaring, mine oceans tides roaring. Emotions like thunderous storms, yet, truths unfolding. Truth be told, how deeply my cries. As darkness engulfs the depth of my eyes. To stand alone, and know life is dear. Yet, plea to the heavens, death take me from here. How deeply, how deeply, My love for thine life. To give up my own, thus, running from strife.
In the cycle of life and death, There is a beginning, and there is an end. For every end, there is a new beginning. For every new beginning, there will be an end. In life, the only constant is change... An ever-repetitious cycle of birth, growth, Failure, fulfillment, and, death. But even unto death, there is no end...Only a new beginning.
How deeply the sunshine that glows over thee? From seas to sea how deeply, reflections of me? I crumble in remnance of pain beyond despair. Alas, I ask, how deeply mine soul hurt when it tears. One kiss of death, one breath of life. One moment of grief, beyond worst of strife. Desperately wanting to cry out, lips frozen. Anxiously waiting forth-new dawn, t’was chosen. Raging and roaring, mine oceans tides roaring. Emotions like thunderous storms, yet, truths unfolding. Truth be told, how deeply my cries. As darkness engulfs the depth of my eyes. To stand alone, and know life is dear. Yet, plea to the heavens, death take me from here. How deeply, how deeply, My love for thine life. To give up my own, thus, running from strife.
In the cycle of life and death, There is a beginning, and there is an end. For every end, there is a new beginning. For every new beginning, there will be an end. In life, the only constant is change... An ever-repetitious cycle of birth, growth, Failure, fulfillment, and, death. But even unto death, there is no end...Only a new beginning.
Dreamer
Wonderland. That’s what I call the place I come from. The loveliest place I know. The best things are there, and everything is free. A land of wonders. That’s what I like to call it. People’s eyes light up and glisten, and they smile and laugh. We are all children there. We play all day, and stay up all night. And there is no bedtime. If we sleep, we might miss it. The wonders of the land. If we close our eyes, they might fade away.
Their world, full of emptiness, makes me so sad. My world, empty with fullness, makes me so happy. I will never be a part of their world, as they know it. They shall always be a part of my world, as I know it. In their world, nothing is free. In my world, everything is free. I live in wonderland, in dream world, in paradise, in ecstasy, in never land, in heaven, in Eden, in eternity. I will never know death, because, in my world, there is only life. I will never know hate, because, in my world, there is only love. What makes me most sad about their world, as I watch them on their way, is that, they don’t even have a clue that they’re living in hell.
I miss daydreaming with you. We used to sit by the campfire, and do nothing, and do everything. And people would say, look at those two, daydreaming again. Except, it wasn’t day, and the only light was the campfire. Except, there was no camp, and the only fire was inside us. I miss those good old days, when we had nothing left to do, but dream, about the good old days.
I miss everything that I never knew, until the day that I found you. Everything; all the dreams I thought I knew were nothing, had no substance, until the day that you found me, too.
What if I imagined it all? · Supposed it’s a fallacy, a lie fragmented within a fantasy · What if there is no truth, no substance, no reality to it all · Could you know? · Could you tell the difference? · How could you distinguish a fictional from a realism · You can’t, can you? · And then, Neither can I
“In the realm of dreams, nothing is impossible. I dream at night, but, only in the light.”
“It’s almost as if, now that I’m new, I’m a stranger. It all seems to have unraveled in the midst of a dream; whilst I was sleeping. Unaware, I awoke to find myself, lost, within this existence that I cant explain. Everything is brand new. I can’t identify anything, not even me. Where am I? What am I?”
“Nothing ever happens the way I’ve planned. It just happens as I’ve dreamt.”
Today, I can smile again · I can breathe the breath of happiness · for, today, I’ve found an end · that’s makes way for a new youth to begin · today, once again, I can smile · I can sing love songs like birds on high · I can dance freely in the wind like butterflies · I can frolic peacefully like dolphins of the deep · And know that I am blessed with peace · for God is in I, today ·
Today, I want you, to smile. Be happy. Be free. Frolic, like a bird. With angels wings. Rejoice, in song. And dance. Today, you, I want to smile. And know. And go. Bathe in the sunny skies. Shower in the salty seas. Live, and love, and, life.
I will. I promise. To you. To me. I shall, as I’ve claimed, my will, to be. I will go on, to see, to know. I shall abide, for you sayeth so.
I am going to do it for the children. I am going to plant the seeds. I am going to do it first, and then, write about it, document it, record every moment of every step of the exhilarating journey that lies ahead. And when I am ready to present it to them, I will. And I will give them screen plays, and stage plays, and art exhibits, fashion exhibits, periodicals, musicals. Book after book. I will be a writer, a model, a scholar, a traveler, a connoisseur, a dreamer, a missionary, a sensualist, an actor, an activist, an artist, a dancer. And, the world shall someday be invited on this journey, with me. I am.
Here is a secret for you. Dreams can change. Thus is the difference between destiny and fate. You were born to fulfill a particular role in the order of life, and, you cannot escape that end. You will not die until that mission is completed. You get to decide how to complete the mission. You decide how you want your life to turn out. You decide who you are. The reality of life is up to you. The fantasy of your life is how it all begins.
From the moment you were born, you learn about life. You learn about your self, both internally and externally, and decide how you want to respond to life’s circumstances. You create your personality, you create your lifestyle, you create your self.
Perception is the realm of fantasy, for, we are as we believe we are. Our fantasy becomes reality. Life is as we know it, and there can be no other than that which is understood to be. You may not control your fate, but, you are God of your destiny. Do not try to escape your fate... embrace it by beholding the power of destiny, the place where dreams come true.
Their world, full of emptiness, makes me so sad. My world, empty with fullness, makes me so happy. I will never be a part of their world, as they know it. They shall always be a part of my world, as I know it. In their world, nothing is free. In my world, everything is free. I live in wonderland, in dream world, in paradise, in ecstasy, in never land, in heaven, in Eden, in eternity. I will never know death, because, in my world, there is only life. I will never know hate, because, in my world, there is only love. What makes me most sad about their world, as I watch them on their way, is that, they don’t even have a clue that they’re living in hell.
I miss daydreaming with you. We used to sit by the campfire, and do nothing, and do everything. And people would say, look at those two, daydreaming again. Except, it wasn’t day, and the only light was the campfire. Except, there was no camp, and the only fire was inside us. I miss those good old days, when we had nothing left to do, but dream, about the good old days.
I miss everything that I never knew, until the day that I found you. Everything; all the dreams I thought I knew were nothing, had no substance, until the day that you found me, too.
What if I imagined it all? · Supposed it’s a fallacy, a lie fragmented within a fantasy · What if there is no truth, no substance, no reality to it all · Could you know? · Could you tell the difference? · How could you distinguish a fictional from a realism · You can’t, can you? · And then, Neither can I
“In the realm of dreams, nothing is impossible. I dream at night, but, only in the light.”
“It’s almost as if, now that I’m new, I’m a stranger. It all seems to have unraveled in the midst of a dream; whilst I was sleeping. Unaware, I awoke to find myself, lost, within this existence that I cant explain. Everything is brand new. I can’t identify anything, not even me. Where am I? What am I?”
“Nothing ever happens the way I’ve planned. It just happens as I’ve dreamt.”
Today, I can smile again · I can breathe the breath of happiness · for, today, I’ve found an end · that’s makes way for a new youth to begin · today, once again, I can smile · I can sing love songs like birds on high · I can dance freely in the wind like butterflies · I can frolic peacefully like dolphins of the deep · And know that I am blessed with peace · for God is in I, today ·
Today, I want you, to smile. Be happy. Be free. Frolic, like a bird. With angels wings. Rejoice, in song. And dance. Today, you, I want to smile. And know. And go. Bathe in the sunny skies. Shower in the salty seas. Live, and love, and, life.
I will. I promise. To you. To me. I shall, as I’ve claimed, my will, to be. I will go on, to see, to know. I shall abide, for you sayeth so.
I am going to do it for the children. I am going to plant the seeds. I am going to do it first, and then, write about it, document it, record every moment of every step of the exhilarating journey that lies ahead. And when I am ready to present it to them, I will. And I will give them screen plays, and stage plays, and art exhibits, fashion exhibits, periodicals, musicals. Book after book. I will be a writer, a model, a scholar, a traveler, a connoisseur, a dreamer, a missionary, a sensualist, an actor, an activist, an artist, a dancer. And, the world shall someday be invited on this journey, with me. I am.
Here is a secret for you. Dreams can change. Thus is the difference between destiny and fate. You were born to fulfill a particular role in the order of life, and, you cannot escape that end. You will not die until that mission is completed. You get to decide how to complete the mission. You decide how you want your life to turn out. You decide who you are. The reality of life is up to you. The fantasy of your life is how it all begins.
From the moment you were born, you learn about life. You learn about your self, both internally and externally, and decide how you want to respond to life’s circumstances. You create your personality, you create your lifestyle, you create your self.
Perception is the realm of fantasy, for, we are as we believe we are. Our fantasy becomes reality. Life is as we know it, and there can be no other than that which is understood to be. You may not control your fate, but, you are God of your destiny. Do not try to escape your fate... embrace it by beholding the power of destiny, the place where dreams come true.
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