I won’t talk about the fire
when I’m in it
rage, inferno
you. won’t. burn. Me.
I don’t focus on the fire
all consuming
to dust I turn
don’t. think. Me. dead.
I cannot run from the fire
steel is forged here
sharp, steady, blade
you. can’t. wield. Me.
She inflared my ego to such a degree,
that I could look at it, like
I had never been able to look at it before.
And with that, I quelled the enemy in Me.
The current of life flows through you.
Fueled by emotion, you create using
nothing but belief, as both heaven and hell
swirl around you as though real.
Your perception is the lens with which you see,
and it is shaded and blurred with deceptions
that you have named truths.
You cry out from hell as though a victim.
You rejoice from heaven as though a victor.
Yet, in reality you have made yourself both.
Up and down you go, day by day,
moment by moment, as though you
have no control, while you swing wildly
on this pendulum of life.
I watch this happen all around me,
and I marvel at the blindness that I see,
yet I am so grateful for this display, as
it has helped me recognize myself as you.
I know with a knowing that words
fail to express, that we are each bound
and tethered to the next, and what
I see in you, is in actuality, a mirror of me.
the illusion will only shatter
with unfathomable destruction
once the lens of perception
becomes completely opaque,
and all who followed blindly
believing fallacy was truth
will be purified by the Light
at the dawning of the new age.
these words are not my own
but a mulling and a churning
of a lumpy thought soup
and me with my mouth open wide
ingesting all that regurgitation
without the slightest haste
neither contemplating the taste
just becoming in the likeness
of a world fading in disgrace
The world is not a deceptive place
for those who do not deal in lies.
What touch does the untrue have
upon the one who only deals in honesty?
Lies are like a shallow ripple of a skipped
stone upon the pond, quickly sunk, then gone.
To Live and Love and Be among the wanting,
the grabbers and getters, the takers, the
ones who live in such a fear of lack ~ Yet Still
maintain the reflection of honesty in the chaos!
Truth remains beneath the ripple of the stone,
and stronger still within the peace once it’s gone.
She shifted frequencies today. 9 degrees to the left.
What world will she enter when she leaves her home?
How will she be different within it?
She brings with her attributes of tribulation.
A softness and a meekness that alone, does not
serve her. So she shifted today.
9 degrees to the left. Where her sharp-tongued
emissary has awaited the return of herself.
~~ The splintering off of pieces of you is so that you may go forth as many, and bring back awareness of all experiences, whereby the return to wholeness brings with it the wisdom of all things.
When I have bad thoughts, they batter me.
In my silence, I will not let them batter you.
My painful self reflections bring awareness.
My desires are stronger than my delusions of fancy.
I have the fortitude to withstand my own destruction;
those poisons which churn my peace and love to hate.
I will reflect upon these savage messengers of change.
I will squeeze out every ounce of healing pain,
as I shroud myself in the winding sheet of the dead.
I Am the spark that sets myself ablaze, standing
firmly in the fire of my own rage as I turn to dust
every last lying thief that clangs loudly inside my head.
I Am absolute, and can withstand my own wrath,
knowing I have the power and authority to
heal every single illusion of fear that grips Me.
~ This is the process of purification, and it will recreate
you in the image of those vain imaginings, and you
will lose the desires of your heart if you allow them to become your truths.
The awareness of physical reality is subconsciously endowed.
A vast field of energy is accessible to the beacon of the mind,
which calls out incessantly as it parrots the cycle of existence.
What can we learn from what we have already created?
How can we shift our awareness from past to possibility?
I have crossed many seas of destruction.
Waves and waves of suicide churning me back to dust,
yet still, I exist. I have made a thousand Me’s
all superfluous in nature. How hilarious I find this to be.
How preposterous have my struggles been that I have
allowed them to tie myself into knots, restricting the true
fluidity of my spirit with such absurdity. If I can glean
from these identities the trueness of my Being, then perhaps
I can create with purpose, and bend these realities to my likeness.
Let me Be then, exactly what it is I desire, and from that energy,
create a world the likes of which I have never yet seen!
“If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency and vibration.” – Nikola Tesla
“As above, so below, as within, so without, as the universe, so the soul…” – Hermes Trismegistus
~~ Your mind is a reality generator.
Mental silence is abundantly charged with Power. The negation of negative thought is found in silence, and it is what all the great meditators learn as they cross the wide chasm between thought and silence. Protection abounds there. If you learn to choose for yourself, either only loving, positive thoughts that stimulate and grow the outward manifestation of your life in ways that serve you, or, when negativity is looming within your mind, to instead harness that power of neutrality within the silence, then you will find the ability to create your own life in ways that serve your own positive desires. And since like attracts like, you will attract what you Are. The dualistic nature of our world is true divinity itself. The freedom to choose and create as you desire, whether that be destructive or constructive is all within your godlike nature to produce. Once you hold yourself accountable to the vibratory nature of your own thoughts, and you begin to truly understand the creative force of each and every thought, you will understand the power of your own Being.
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