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 somehow one. As the intersection forms, the impressions are projected with the force of belief. If we are to dream, we don’t really believe. If we are to live, we walk in real belief. We walk as we believe. So, the many details of our dance amidst infinity, is interpreted and utilized to fill in the detail of greater cycle, even as this single moment nurtures the light.
Some have moved against our light. Some seem to expect 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 often reflects a similar contest for life force. The wheels are moving to turn. Some just wish them to turn more pleasantly, at the cost of others’ effort. Walking within the cycle, it’s easy to forget that the wheel is a kind of hardened light. Above, we are told a domain of light shines upon our relative poverty. Those of that level are reported to notice our decisions, but do they fathom the reasons why we are compelled to make them?
It is not for me to assume how others see things. This is true for the other people I walk besides in life, so how much more so it must be for those who live in abundant light? However, one thing I can estimate. Some above must ponder if we here are fit to co-exist within their spaces of light. Are we abundant in our approach to light? Or are we only able to see the chipped and smudged material light of a struggle to win or lose, as we have been educated to see? Will a person move with higher light, or will a comfortable status within the shade of effects be provided?
Around my path, many have stepped in a posture of illusion and mystery. Our life is made colorful and flavorsome by intrigue, and the glamour of these characters have us hypnotized. Some want more, yet some want to help harmonize the great song. Who is who, can be hard to tell. This is like a filter upon our view. In attacking our mind, some have worked for their own abundance in another cycle. By short term sacrifice, some have calculated long term wins for themselves. Our world reflects a warning within such thinking, obscured only in part by the mists of time.
A superior cycle may move away and forget a cycle of less, just as our world ponders ‘heaven’ by abstract estimation. Then the struggles of past generations may adorn some other harvest for those not too different from us. All of our genius, efforts and sacrifice, will they colour sublime scenes for another family of vibration without us? Then our lives, stories and purpose, might become discarded by such an intentional vibrational misalignment. From above, or perhaps far ahead and far beyond, have some designed, by retrofit, methods to lift our own due glory away from the figurative pyramid of our higher potential.
The whole history of the world may reveal a puzzle designed to warn the people that discover our times. Our culture is designed to distract and mistime our understanding, therefore preventing clarity in this crucial moment of alignment. In a contrast of vibrational truth, these concepts are difficult to discuss with our current vocabulary. It is a struggle to convey these concepts, and even our alphabet and language appear to be tailored to betray our better vision.
Actions speak louder than words, yet how can we act if we cannot communicate the goal? Rather, our systems, institutions and traditions trip us into submission to toxicity and a complicated surrender into likely 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 for the repair for all. Yet, just as surely, some agents step down in the employ of power beyond our current reach. Whose side will we work for? In great cycles, we all factor 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, if we seemingly waste our days as we might have within the past cycle.
Will we sit comfortable, lazy and detached, as we cast our future into the ocean of chance? Or will we help each other to move the destiny of our world toward the likelihood of a superior peace. Those angels sow seeds for flowers and weeds alike, that they may adorn wild paths of freedom. Agents of theft cultivate collective apathy and arrange an avoidant subconscious death wish and sense of despair. Beyond winning and losing, let us 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. 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 contrasting levels of mind and experience. Our shared bounty is impossible to calculate when we ponder the potential of a new path. In moving on with integrity and focus, our potential will reconfigure the resources beyond shadows of manipulation.
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 