Why should I bother, whispered in your mind, I can hear? Does my action, my energy, really matter? Let me draw upon all for you. Many know that much opposes all, that others have agendas which don’t necessarily benefit anyone but themselves. Many know that most if not all that is supposed to be real...
First consider: Is it in the noise of the media?, in the fiction of your name? In the religion that controls?, The slide show that plays out before? The education system that binds and traps? The money that corrupts? The attention given to all that distracts? The noise you let in because you didn't understand...
Few able to hear that Life giving rhythm. But with fingers placed just so, the wrist and neck reveal that which gives you your go. Most give it no thought at all. Lifted above somehow the Nature where their life, is made possible to follow. In denial perhaps of their greatness, sometimes a price you...
Today I walk, you walk, where no one has gone before. For these steps are those that I make. No one can make them in just the same way. My path whilst similar in some way to those that might have gone before, is mine. No one has walked it in just the same way....
Money holds no value except for that given to it by the people. For the most part it doesn't even really exist anymore, except as “ones” and “zeros” (binary bits) on hard drives somewhere in the world. Turn those systems off, and all lost would only be storage on hard drives, not more. Money does...
Be careful where your castle is built. There is no stable base to be found beyond yourself. Where will you stand when all else fails when: 1. agendas once hidden are truly revealed? 2. what appears stable proves to be not? 3. “food” is rationed, and totally dependent you’ll be. 4. time wasted in social...
Your life is yours. Nothing less and nothing more. Measure it not by anything around you that others would have you use. Measure it not by the goods owned, your monetary balance, nor anything else materially grounded. Measure even, it not by the acts, spreading of the word, whatever it may be, when others notice...
The gap, seemingly so small, to be stepped over and avoided, it seems. And yet when one pauses to look even for a moment, look deep and with eyes open, still and quite, the gap explodes to consume all, to be all. The gift, the soul that reaches, is there waiting. It waits for you...
