Some thoughts, for the coming weeks end... dabbling, in Divine Philosophy. Some of which; inspired by Gregs book Windhorse Peace Pipe... and contimplations, there-of: Hey Bro (y) Ya... there were streetworthy rascally tacticals, in that raceway game. That became, altogether too real. As long as I can remember... its been purely about the world of wheels. It in the end only transcended the last possibility. Mortality. That was the question in the probabilities general frenetic transition rate, and was watching the world go round and round, gyrating, generational synergy. To be bold, and ask that living force within yourself, “what am I, what am I truly made of?” Puzzle out the journey to the present, I Am... in just how. Thats, the twenty-four dollar question. What drives that wheel? The road to rational comprehension that lingers out there, along the horizons somewhere, searching for that forever, to belong... just be human. Its our presence impression that lives out the record, that is you. Your the driver. A history in the happening happenstance of purely where you found yourself, the millisecond, you held that thought, felt the pulse of the Morning Star and all its inherent glory with the dawning of the everday in Mother Earths surround. Life in the instantaneous, the choas of the now... unfolding. To arrive at that understanding, stands at the doorway of self perception, or none of this is real. We exist and every second of that inherent life force effects that unified field theory, an ideal... as Einstein too, seen that unified probability. In its actuality represented in all of the Creation that surrounds us. The frenetic waves of causual effect, reverberate, through our generational input. From the each and everyone, that is a living generator in the greater form of the functions of creation, we the created... do just that as we are synergstically tied, to Human Nature, ans a species, we all each and everyone share in those mainpilations of time and place, within their generations and all the wheels within wheels, that overlap. Seeking Common Ground... energy, seeking for a place to happen. What is our cosmic contribution and just where do we so choose to generate it... this, our needed reality. This contribution, that effects each and everyone of us currently on this planet. Consciously or unconciously, it means little in the continuities outcomes of particular choices. With you that really is that person you present yourself to be in the engaged streams of consciousness, manipulations, your transcending realities generate. Aqcumatively... it becomes a wave form that represents us, as a species. It is our choice if we wish it to be Celestial Song, or tragic demise. Wow cool, congradulations... youve been there? Im with you. Cause we can hang on to thoughs thoughts, those moments, that proved to us we are real in this place together. Can we relate? Relate to the inner energy that even encompasses, star matter. In the all and everything that is in the beyond, potentially contained with in us. That generates energy and makes manifest creation in the Being (active engagement) that is Creatively stimulated.... and knits, the frabric of time. In any unified endevour and mass choice in a direction... is a driven synegistic wave form, that has made manifest the advancments of the human race to date.... an endless contration and expansion, in its working potential. These are histories to start with, which always beggs the questions, how, where, what makes up me, as a wheel of potential. That I might begin to accept the logistics of wheels within wheels and that transference of our contribted electrical generation. Its probable outcomes of our actualities in that equal and opposite reaction.... friction. Has made, created the worlds... we occupy. Now, together. Becoming. Do you believe that individual stream conciseness, has and holds an effect in a granted spontaneity? Maybe its a soul realization, that mythic equation that helps navigate that stream. Get lost in the refractions of light, that bounce past your retenas dance the diamond rays of spectrum, in the dawning dream realized. Man, the dynamics of just being, are just too trippy, hey! But I sat beside that tree along the stream, the tree of life, beside the River Stykx. Marvelled at the dance, caught, in that moments meditaion. Felt the warmth of the suns giving glow, almost grovel glee, to the idea that I got there... and there. Was enough.... The road became a destination, for a while I was the river, an I took over and allowed myself, to experience the questions of the questor. Fell into an abandon of termed Intuitive Perception and tried hard, not to manipulate the results (almost impossible). Sought a merger with that stream and those that have seen the Creation, through those mystical eyes, as well. Know the journey, share the recognition. Tapped that moment of Acceptance, and a living freedom none can take away from you... it is uniquely yours. Youve arrived and activated potentials within your/our known talents and contributions. If only we could all visit that garden, with its cornucopia of offerings for realities measure. I believe that it is where we must arrive, to that moment, that time and place that captured our imagination and we made life... real. If even for the brightness of that moment, that fills galaxies, and on spin... wheels within wheels. The wonders Ive learned... of the good Red Road. Traveling, with me... to the dawns dawning. Beside that tree, about to dive into the trancsending dance, like a Salmon... and swim. That Stream Conciousness, in the elation of its origins extensions. Oh Great Spirit... I Am, willing and humbled, by its Operative Unity. Beyond that, which I Am. I gave up the race, and accepted to discover the meaning in being Human. To one side of the equation; I Am merely a comodity... a Gross National Product. This reality dictates a greater portion of Humanity, to run that game. Power and economy... that generates and maintains a Frenetic pace and a compounding distructive wave frequency, that seemingly, cant be derailed. It is unthinkable., as it now contains no rhyme nor reason, like a gathering snowball out of control and its soul promise of Chaos. The natural process of disintigration. The pulse of that wheel as well is its frenetically shared fear. Its gaining, and soon. We wont be able to hang onto it. It is out moded, and degrading to dust. Collapsing in on itself. Well okay, I can allow that to happen. Chose, wether I Am going to be a part of that, or not. We require a better Road to our Way Ahead. That was my arrival, or part of it to some degree; a book The Way Ahead by J. Krishnamurti... this about shared consciousness, tapping into the arrival of an integration of supra-consciousness and the potentials, that are apparent there for those that seek out Natural Law. We become the beginning of a begining that knows no end. The future is pregnant within a percieved cosmology, in a determined direction harmonically. We become causalities, cause an effect... We shape and form, realities colours. Why not.... its a possibility. Said, with tact... “wanna, Tic Tac?” “Tance, to the next dance?” Break it down... by degree, decreed. It can only be a living foundation... you, percieve. On your journey Blessings... Peace & Love be our Way Ahead. Aho ~ your Bro, Ro
Posted on: Thu, 27 Mar 2014 10:34:32 +0000
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