The light of life is within the moment. The wheel of time moves into alignment with another corresponding wheel. As one becomes many, so also many are always somehow one. As the intersection forms, so also the impressions carried within the moment are projected with the force of belief. If we are to dream, we don’t believe. If we are to live, we walk in belief of the real. We walk as we believe is to be true. So the many details of our complicated dance amidst infinity, as human beings, is interpreted and utilized to fill in the detail of the greater cycle, even as a single moment holds the light.
Some have moved against our light. Some wish to have more light, even if it means that others are sure to have less. Is it hard to believe? Look at our media, culture, and entertainment. It all reflects a similar contest for winning and losing. The wheels are moving to turn, and some wish to turn more pleasantly into goodness and abundance at the cost of others missing out. Walking within the cycle, it’s easy to forget that the wheel is also made of a kind of light. Above, a domain of abundant light shines upon our relative poverty. Those of that level notice our decisions, but do they fathom why?
It is not for me to assume how others see things. This is true for the other people I walk besides in life, how much more so for those who live in abundant light? However, one thing I can estimate by deduction. Some above must ponder if we here are fit to co-exist within the spaces of light. Are we abundant in our approach to light? Or, are we only able to see the heavier light of a struggle to win or lose? Will a person move for a higher light or will they plan for a more comfortable status within the shade of effects?
Around my path, many have stepped in a posture of illusion and mystery. Our life is made colorful and flavorsome by such relativity, and the glamour of these shadows have us mostly hypnotized. Some want more, some want to help harmonize the great song. Who is who can be hard to tell, sometimes. This is another level of filter upon the light of our moment and within the play of time. In attacking our mind, some have worked their own abundance for the next cycle. By short term loss, some have calculated long term wins. Our world reflects a warning within a past failed cycle, lost to the mists below.
The cycle holding more may move away and forget the cycle of less, just as our pasts pondered heaven as an abstract estimation. Then the struggles of our past generations may adorn the dark hearts of some not too different from us. All of our genius, efforts and sacrifice, will they be claimed to colour sublime scenes for another level of vibration without us? Then our lives, stories and purpose, might become obscured by intentional vibrational misalignment. From above, or perhaps far ahead and far beyond, some have designed in retrofit methods to lift our glory away from the figurative pyramid of our higher understanding.
The whole history of the world may reveal a puzzle designed to warn the people of our time. Our culture is designed to distract and mistime our understanding, therefore preventing competency in this crucial moment of light. In a contest of vibrational, heartfelt truths, these concepts are difficult to discuss with our current vocabulary. It is a kind of battle of words, and yet even our alphabet and language may be tailored to betray our sight. Actions speak louder than words, yet how can we act if we can not share the goal? Rather, our systems, institutions and traditions trip us into submission to toxicity and a complicated surrender to misfire. Four seasons of glorious divine nature might naturally be ours. May we ensure we don’t exchange balance for perennial nadir, so another can manufacture their perpetual zenith.
Our path should logically lead us to paradise. Yet in a time of junction and essential transition, some have worked to ensure we overlook this option for ourselves. Some have willingly sold our path so that they might conduct their own advantage despite the opportunity for common goodness. Our current world is trained on doubt, conflict, fear, and absurd dreams. Paradise is ours, yet we still don’t claim it today. Each of is that doesn’t stand to claim our rightful inheritance, is in effect assisting relative strangers to hold it back from us.
Some angels from above may volunteer to help our sick level, in hope that a more collective abundance may be reached through repair for all. Yet, just as surely, some agents step down in the employ of others established in power beyond our current reach. Whose side will we work for? It’s worth considering carefully. In great cycles, we all play a part in the complete calculation of our vibrational syzygy. In walking past wars, abuse, and corruption, even the simple may eventually appear somewhat culpable. The door leading to life may be narrow indeed, compared to the seemingly wasted days of the past cycle.
Will we sit comfortable, lazy and detached, as we cast our future into the ocean of void? Or will we help each other to insist we move the destiny of our world into a superior peace, wakefulness, and determination for sustainable poise. Those angels sow seeds for flowers and weeds that may adorn the wild paths of freedom. Agents of theft cultivate collective apathy and bolster an avoidant subconscious death wish. Beyond winning and losing, a maturity of wisdom urges us to humbly repent to a more unified dream of mutual success.
How much do the thieves of past cycles owe us? In a way, this question is a poison for us to ponder when the light remains in the moment with us today. To step away from a failed trajectory, we are best to view such concepts as a kind of dramatic distraction dancing upon the wall of our prison cell. Instead we pray for our opposition also, that we might all be free from these smaller levels of mind and experience. Our shared bounty is impossible to calculate when we ponder the potential of a new path in a novel future. In moving on with integrity and focus, our potential will reconfigure the resources beyond shadows of manipulation.
All Glory be to God.
May we remember the love we all must share.
Brian Eno – New Space Music
https://youtu.be/Jl1_m1OtkpE?si=j55uv3Ro2ZJqJ9ca
Pink Floyd – Childhood’s End
https://youtu.be/JOcUinX5-WY?si=tL0POa_0O4p_voL7
Crimson Jazz Trio – I Speak To The Wind
https://youtu.be/5B5CLIOs3HU?si=CcNy3paPw-5EsskI
Connan Mockasin – Forever Dolphin Love
Tristan James Johns 