Baptism by Fire

I don’t know if you can relate, but I wasn’t satisfied with what anyone ever told me about God. I grew up in an alphabet soup of denominations of Christianity, but none of them fit for me. It wasn’t personal enough, and I certainly couldn’t get behind the idea that to be “God Fearing” was a good thing.

The whole principle of fearing your creator was absolutely insane to me. I asked why many times, and nobody could give me an answer that satisfied me, so I chose to love God and to never fear him. It wouldn’t really dawn on me what my relationship to God really was until many years later.

My life would take a quite a few twist and turns, as it often does. I don’t mind sharing with you that I became mired in my own ideas of what success was, and God had very little to do with it. As I grew up in this insane world I too adopted it’s insane practice of acquiring wealth, power, prestige, etc. I became a student of fear, war, murder, deception, lies, and basically everything that was the polar opposite to Peace and Love.

I became very ill. Those practices that I had adopted were killing me ever so slowly, no doubt because of who I truly was. Everything that I had come to hold dear was stripped from me, one by one. Every single time I lost something I valued I would turn to what I had left and that in turn was taken as well. My home, family, career, all of it slipped through my fingers like sand. I didn’t know it, but God was preparing me for the discovery of a lifetime.

There was a time that I sat in an abandoned shell of a house in ankle deep refuse, pondering my own death as I stared into oblivion. I was faced with a simple choice, every complexity was removed, it was simple, would I choose life or death? It was a very real choice for me and death wasn’t looking so bad in that moment. You have to understand that I still held onto the idea of a Loving God. I simply couldn’t see how I could be apart of that, but I couldn’t bring myself to take what God had so graciously given. So, I chose Life.

My life changed in that choice. It was the beginning of my recovery from hell. Many believe hell is a place we go for being bad, but I assure you it is here now. It is a state of being, and many of us are in that state, and we are none the wiser that we are there, until we aren’t any longer. I walked away from fear, ever so slightly that day. I reached out for help that day, and Love reached back, pulling me from my tepid and shallow grave that I had dug for myself.

My self worth was so low. Up really was the only way to go. I had truly hit rock bottom. Every illusion of freedom had been stripped, every idea that I could do it alone was gone. I needed help, and I knew it on such a fundamental level. I started going to Alcoholics Anonymous, and that is where I began my new life. I had to learn everything all over again. I was humble enough to do what was asked of me and what was suggested.

One of those suggestions was develop my own concept of God. Something that I took very seriously as a child, and now it something I was doing again. Up until that point, I had been attempting to adopt other peoples concepts of God, trying to shove a square peg in a round hole. My concept changed often in those first years, but eventually I stumbled upon “The Course” and it changed my life forever.

It suggested that I was a Son of God. Now this flew in the face of everything I was taught as a child; the Son of God was Jesus Christ, and if you wanted to go to heaven you had to accept Jesus Christ into your heart. Something I had done many times, through baptism, and through many denominations. I never felt…different after these baptisms. It turned out I was to be baptized in fire, not water. I had to go through hell to reach heaven, and looking back, that is exactly what had happened.

As of today I am only a third of the way through my first round of the course, and that round has taken many years, but I am still trudging the happy road to self discovery. That discovery has already led to great treasures. I am a Son of God; I don’t really comprehend what that truly entails, but it definitely means God Loves me and I Love Him. There is no room for fear there, only Love. A great indicator that I am on the right path.

My Inferno was my false beliefs that I was not worthy of Love. My Salvation began with a helping hand from family, from a mothers love, and that’s ironic, because it was my discovery that God was my family that freed me from this hell. I am a child of the Divine. I am so grateful that God saw fit to reach back into my dream to remind me what awaits me when I allow myself to be awakened.

I am lost in form, but I am not so lost that I have forgotten my origins, Amen. Or, if you like, I was lost and now I am found. Are you ready to be found?

I’m Tired…

I’m tired of the way things have settled on my awareness. I see so many sad sights. I don’t believe a lick of it, but I’m still tired of what transpires across my vision. I see so many of us, who think their way is the right way, and the only way to righteousness. What makes your way more right than another? A book? a tablet? a guru? a savior? When has any of that given you anything but a great divide?

I’m tired of the lies. I’m tired of the deception, both by others, and yes even those unspoken deceptions I have cooed to myself. I’m tired. My heart is laden heavy with the worlds sadness. I feel it, do you? I opened myself to the world, because I care very deeply for everyone of us. That means you too. Do you feel as I do?

God is quiet within me. It is so unnerving, because I speak regularly to God. God is silent within me, but I know without doubt that God is within me. An ocean of presence rolled over me one fine meditation, and it was divine. It simply was. It was God. I tried to embrace this ocean of “is-ness” like child hugs the leg of a parent. All I could convey is my gratitude and shear love I felt for this ocean of awareness. I’m tired of that being the exception, and not the rule.

I’m tired of being alone in a sea of people. We are all apart of one another and we can be of one mind and one heart. I’m tired of preaching to an ungrateful body of separated ones. I’m tired of hearing only my voice in my head; which is fucking insane, by the way. I’m tired of people waiting for God to save them. I’m tired of people wanting a vengeful God to make their way the right way. I’m tired of hate and fear and the LIES!

I’m tired of the establishment using science like a shroud, instead of like a lamp. Science, in it’s purest form, is simply the pursuit of truth, but these assholes are twisting it to serve an agenda based in manipulation, castration, and extortion. I’m tired.

I’m so tired of waiting for you to and everyone like you to open your hearts and minds to oneness. Your individuality is so pointless without a source to anchor it to. Your ego is a poor substitute for wholeness. My ego pretends to love me, but secretly wants me dead and gone forever. Those lies I spoke, are part of the fantasy that my ego loves me. If we knew the hate that was directed toward us, it would shock us from our infatuation with the illusion of friendship.

I’m so tired of the way peoples eyes glaze over when I try to have a meaningful conversation about any of this. I am so tired…

The Other Cat

Have you ever had that feeling that a stranger is or has been in your house? Things just seem out of place or the air has a foreign quality to it. It was around three or four am when Rainie began walking on my slumbering form, a tactic she used to communicate her desire for the morning feeding. Rainie usually didn’t bother me until around Five AM, but I had been staring at the clock on and off for an hour anyway, and was more awake than asleep, so I got up and a started in on breakfast.

The routine usually consist of a third cup kibble, and the same amount of wet food in a separate dish, followed by a generous amount of treats.I was still groggy and half asleep when a the distinct sound of an animal coming through the cat door happened behind me. I turned around in time to see a gray blur sprint into the home. Our clients told us the neighbors had a cat named Chewy that was burgling Rainie’s food, but the audacity to do it when I was right there was almost unbelievable.

Melissa was sound asleep with the bedroom door cracked, and it was her birthday. I wanted to let her sleep, but Rainie was letting me know that the fat silver-gray aka Chewy, was not supposed to be in here. So here I am half done with preparing Rainie’s morning feast, Rainie is at the bottom of the stairs occasionally spitting out a low growl directed up the stairs where the burglar lay at the top step, not sure how to get himself out of the pickle he currently finds himself in.

I walk up the stairs shaking my finger, “You’re not suppose to be in here, Chewy.” I tried to say it with force without giving it to much volume, which only made it sound like I was hissing with Rainie.

Chewy, was plump, bordering on obese, and was wide eyed with terror. The heat from this caper was getting to high and with another burst of speed the grey tom zipped down the stairs with a growling Rainie in tow, insuring the cat burglar kept pace during his exodus.

Since then Rainie has been more vocal and interactive. I guess she feels like I chose her over the other Chewy. Rainie isn’t known for her affections, but that morning she made a point to snuggle up with Melissa and I. It was a great way to begin my wife’s birthday, a tale of two cats, a caper, and a high speed pursuit involving two felines and an unsuspecting sitter.

I wonder how your day started? For me, It was an adventure;Rainie and I thwarted a high stakes caper of kibble, and the promise of what is to come is still pouring forth. Have a blessed day and revel in how your day unfolds. In being grateful for the little things like this there is no end to what the day may bring.

Looking for Home

A time-capsule of fierce happiness

What does that mean to you, looking for home? I think I have been looking myself. There is a quality you look for in the environment, an intangible sense of gain; everyone extending the bounty of richness to their neighbor. I personally believe that is how true wealth is created, by sharing it and therefore increasing that wealth as a community.

I have learned that the only way you get anything in this world is by a complete willingness to give it away. The people here, for the most part, have this intangible wealth and I want to be apart of that. This community has a real opportunity to become our home.

Woodworking expressed

The house we are sitting for is unique, the floor plan custom, and even the airflow from the central heating and cooling flows differently then other places we have stayed at. Craig and Jane were very welcoming; Jane took us on a grand tour of the the surrounding area; Craig showed me his craftsman side with his talent for making wooden bowls, sculptures and even a high fluted goblet meant more for sipping something potent or rich than regular fare.

The craftsman’s trophies

It’s only day one, but Rainie, our charge, is regale in demeanor, and has been willing to share space with us and the next morning she visited us in bed for first contact petting. Rainie has her own chair, that Jane and Craig have also allowed to become a makeshift scratch-post. Say what you will, it works, none of the other furniture is ever bothered with. That’s surprising to me because there is an abundance of wooden furniture throughout the house. Rainie also distinguishes herself by having thumbs that are in fact functional.

Rainie

Even on my first day, even with the introductions, which can be clumsy at times, I felt at peace in Jane and Craig’s home. Bookshelf’s are found throughout the house, with a wide variety of topics. Pictures too; Jane has this collage of Craig and Jane’s lift tickets from all the years they skied, and by the looks of it, they have been doing this most of their life. Craig felt Jolly in these various screen shots of his life, and Jane had this fierceness in her eyes.

During our tour of the local neighborhood, I noticed the people here seem to have good shoes, and equipment, and it’s more rare to see an obese person than not to. All in all Bend Oregon seems a good fit for balanced purposeful living.

What gifts they extended to us! When you receive little gold nuggets like that, how can you not be tempted to settle down and add to the community? We don’t have to live in a constant state of competition, We can choose to live by extension sharing everything, including our intangibles, with everyone else.

I will be walking through some fear and doubt; questions of how to practically generate income while also fulfilling this need for freedom. I want to make a living writing because I love doing it. I have some serious doubts that haunt me, but that’s not going to stop me. Jane has given me some pointers on where to start and I am going to give it a real go to become part of this community. I remain hopeful that faith and Love will overcome any obstacle, including fear and doubt. I just met these people, and what a gift they have given us. I know what happiness and fierceness is and I learned it from a couple we met in Bend Oregon. I was looking for home, and think I just found it.

If you have never traveled house to house, place to place, you might not even know what home really feels like. Without contrast of experience I’m not sure you could honorably describe home. We have been to many locales and all of them had elements Melissa and I are looking for, but this is the first place that feels like an old pair of worn in jeans. It just fits. We tried leaving before, moving to other pet sits, but here we are, again, and we didn’t force it either, fate or God has been guiding us, and it has felt as much because of that effortlessness.

I Wonder…

The end or the beginning

I wonder if planets and stars have consciousness. Are they aware, like I am aware, just…bigger, perhaps even more, if “more” can even be put into terms regarding consciousness. Everyone of you better hope that the answer to that question is yes.

I don’t no how to have a conversation with my daughter, she is only twelve. I look at her, and I have to find a way to look her in the eye, and tell her that life is going to be vastly different then mine or anybody before me. Everyone is saber rattling about climate change, but they aren’t really interested in the cause, or what we should all be doing about it. If they were they would know that all of us, I mean everyone of us should be preparing; digging deep into the ground, building underground shelters, learning how to grow food indoors and underground.

How do I tell her that food is going to get scarce, that electricity is soon going to be just a memory, and that sometime after that earthquakes, floods of biblical proportion, and fires equal caliber. That upwards of ninety percent of the worlds population is going to perish. To give my daughter the best chance to survive I better find a way to tell her that she needs to prepare now if she wants to be part of the living ten percent.

If we could be an honest society I would suggest that our great philosophers need to be pondering how we as a people move forward from this, how we keep going after society falls. Our craftsman should be embracing how we lived before electricity became common place. Our scientist and engineers need to figure out how to support the thousands of survivors that will be scattered around the globe. The more we save the greater the chance that our species isn’t wiped out, that we don’t disappear like Atlantis and the countless other civilizations before that one.

I wonder if you are going to have the same conversation with whomever you feel you can reach. I look around at my family and friends, and have serious doubts I can convince them that we need to do a fierce 180 degree shift, practically changing everything we do on a daily basis. I want to thrive, and we can do so if we all see whats coming and have an honest conversation how we are going to confront such an adversary.

The climate is going to get cold, and before you argue with me go watch this movie and then go watch this movie. I have been watching Ben and the Suspicious Observers for a long time. I have followed Ben as he has searched the scientific community hoping they would not only come to the same conclusions, based on the evidence, and then find away to break through the hard dogmatic shell of academia, slow to change like the rusty old priesthood they were so eager to replace so long ago.

My family believes that God won’t flood the earth again, and I think that I am feeling a bit like Noah of old, seeing the coming disaster and not knowing how to convince everyone to awaken to the coming devastation and prepare. There are so many initiatives that we as a planet could undertake. By some calculations we have only 20 – 26 years until the great cataclysm occurs. There are 36 underground city’s in Cappadocia. There is evidence of a mass redistribution of land from the last great flood, large stones being redeposited thousands of feet higher and in a mountain. Great ice ages occur cyclically, perhaps the disaster is the catalyst for such a drastic change.

Remember that there were mammoths found encased in mud flash frozen; the food in their stomachs were in such a state, that the only way that could have occurred is that they flash froze in minutes, if not seconds. Which lends evidence to a sudden event like a micro nova. If you’re on the day side of the planet when this event occurs the likelihood of your survival goes down considerably. Underground preparation is essential to the survival of this kind of disaster.

Under the circumstances, I believe that an honest look at how much radiation we are exposing ourselves to during our time at higher altitudes needs to occur and needs to be comprehensive. The limited study that was done, and it was limited in scope of just certain levels of radiation, for example X-ray radiation was not part of the scope of the study. I do know that the study did find that every time you fly you get the equivalent to a dental X-rays worth of radiation each and every time. What do you think they will find when they actually include the total dosage, not just what they looked for?

I wonder if you believe as I do, that we can work together and we can overcome what crushed Atlantis, and the many other ages that were ground into dust. We can ensure that our children have a fighting chance to be the ones that flourish despite the hardships. Let us make a different decision; all of these petty politics the world currently busies itself with will be our undoing if we don’t pull our collective heads out of our asses and start working together to survive.

I wonder if maybe this article is the beginning of a true awakening, one that will change everything. Think of the greatness we could achieve if we knew such an event was on our doorstep.

Knock. Knock.

Who’s there?

Either the end or the beginning, and you get to decide.

Pippa and her Shadow

Pippa is a 4 year old greyhound canine, but if that was all I said about her I would be allowing a tragedy of untold proportions. I was once told they were nervous creatures with an abundance of energy, bordering on the reckless. I never actually met a greyhound until my time in Portland while pet sitting.

Pippa is inquisitive, so much so that she notices her own shadow, and attempts to smell it. Does this not make her a philosopher? Where is wonder born? I see wonder in her, and the fact that she is a dog doesn’t seem to matter. Her soul feels just like mine, and I am really starting to wonder if there is a difference.

Yah, she is a dog, I see the being and call it dog, but is that a fair assessment? I see more. I’m not a fool, I know I could be projecting human traits on this animal, but I contemplated that possibility and have come to the conclusion that I’m not doing that. I see more. I see and feel love not just for her, but from her. As if just being closer to her has made love stronger, for loves sake.

That sounds like some 60’s hip shit, but that’s what it felt like. She has goofy little nuances; such as when we went into town Pippa took two pairs of shoes and proceeded to place them in all the places she frequented; Melissa’s side of the bed, the back-door and Pippa’s bed. We don’t even know where she found the other pair of shoes, but it feels like a coping mechanism, similar to a child and a blanket.

Pippa is calm, when on a leash, but off the leash she runs like the wind, usually running circles around her other four-legged friends. She does in fact have a few in the neighborhood that frequent the same park where she has the opportunity to run free. She seems to miss them when we go too many days without seeing them. Not to mention how her shoulders slump when Pippa realizes that we are nearing the end of our walk.

Pippa is most definitely one of kind, just like we are one of kind. I am glad to have met her and I am better for meeting her. I don’t really know how feels about me, but she adores Melissa. If you question my findings, maybe you should give pet sitting a go. Experience is our true teacher, and mine has been very enlightening.

Little Spaces of Silence

There is so much noise in the world; a cacophony of stimulation. What value does any of that really hold for us? Whenever we sit outside away from our numerous devices and distractions we find stillness.

A tree can show us the value of stillness, a forest can show us the value of stillness in commune. If you have a hard time understanding this then perhaps you have never sat in forest and didn’t ask anything from it. Looking out onto your world and always expecting it to stimulate into action can lead you to blindness.

Imagine an infant with headphones on and goggles that constantly show it images. Leave it in that state for any amount of time and then take the stimuli away, leave the child in silence and you will no doubt hear it cry as if you pulled a comfort away from it, even though your act was one of compassion.

Stillness.

What is it? Why when confronted with it we busy ourselves with the meaningless rather than allow it to fill our consciousness? The answer is simple: We fear it. The why to that question could literally burst forth and meet you if you just allowed the stillness to fall on you like icy fog; silent yet undoubtedly filled with presence.

I urge you to find a tiny alcove of silence and allow it to fill your reality, it may surprise you how much you come to enjoy its company. Personally I have found a friend in this silence. A Wholly and Holy welcoming being that is so often overlooked because we are blind to it. Just sit and ask nothing. Say Nothing. Think no thing.

It may seem impossible to ask this of yourself, but since most of what is generated by our mind is meaningless anyway, I am really just asking you to stop fidgeting on a mind level. The miracle starts to unfold before you when stillness of mind allows for peace of mind to unfold in you… as you. A little secret about consciousness is silently whispered to you when that happens, and if you allow silence to be the rule rather than the exception…

You can’t see it, but I am smiling, or maybe you can.

The Little World of Bainbridge Island

It was my first time house sitting on an island, and if you asked anybody about them, they always prefaced the statement with a smirk or similar facial expression, and then a one-liner like, “Islanders, they’re ain’t nobody like’m.”

Some say it’s because of the income disparity; islanders are typically well off but that may just be a bi-product of their craftsman-like nature. It might surprise you that the majority of the people take a ferry across the Elliott Bay to work. This commute creates a deep connection to nature and the community, something lacking in most communities that, ideally, should almost be a given whether you recognize it or not.

This in it’s own way is a form of wealth that we all could do more to have. Connection with one another is a higher vibration of wealth, so instead I see that islanders are more connected, not less. Yes geographically they are literally on an island; the statement exemplifies separation, but that separation has somehow unified everyone into a tighter-knit community.

Dan and Synthia, neighbors and good friends of our clients, invited us over for an evening of fine dining, and Koselig (pronounced Koosh-lee) conversation. They were refreshingly genuine, and un-apologetically themselves. Synthia was an architect by trade, but painting was her passion, and Dan was, well, just Dan.

When we meet new people we have choice, we can see the differences or similarities. What you look for colors what your see, and I find for myself, that looking for connection always tends to put me on a collision course with the divine, and I find it in the most unexpected places.

My point to all this I guess, is that it is a choice to either see what makes us the same, or what makes us different. Yes we all physically look different, and we have the propensity to act unpredictable, but deep down we all want the same thing, it’s just where we look that depends on what we find. If we look for what unites us we can see islanders as way to connect with a part of ourselves we may not have understood before, or we can choose to see the differences and curl our faces up in suspicion like grumpy hobbit. The choice is ultimately ours.

I choose to look at what unites us all: Our search for Love and Connection.

Nora and Hippy in Half-Moon Bay

This was like meeting a piece of yourself, gentle and long forgotten. This world is about Forgiveness, whether that be Attachment or something else. That can be heavy at times, but this was sweet and light. We bonded rather easily in the one evening that we shared with Nora.

On a fundamental level, the three of us were on the same mission, united in the goal to rediscovering ourselves. We had come to the same conclusion, in that we valued Peace. Nora prepared an elegant but simple cuisine; chicken, green beans and brown rice. All of it was covered with a Mediterranean style of seasoning.

We were a mere three-quarter mile from the Pacific Ocean, convenient harbor access right down the street, a seafood restaurant and hotels with beach access in the immediate five minute drive. A big bonus given I prefer less populated locales. In the San Francisco area, the Half-Moon Bay community felt like a small town despite the close proximity.

The Beach at Half-Moon Bay

Nora, Melissa and I hit it off almost from the beginning, finding deep connection and a warm desire to help one another along our journeys. Hippy on the other hand wasn’t such an easy sell. He was impressed that I called him by name on our first meeting. To be perfectly honest, so was I. Hippy hid under the bed for the majority of the next day, but the evening after Dinner Nora and I watched the Newshour on PBS. It was the first time Hippy and I had physical contact, where butt-scratches where well-received.

Butt scratches…

The Next day Hippy was blockaded and made to share space with his new humans. The good feline was used to being able to wander outdoors, but a plan was devised to keep him in for the first twenty-four hours, that he may bond with us. Hippy was a long-haired fluffy-kitty, with fur that marbled in reddish brown, black, and white. He also apparently was the champion of holding it when faced with the possibility of having to use the litter box.

Hippy sunning on the deck railing.

The next morning Hippy was given his customary five am breakfast, where he nibbled a little kibble before demanding release. It wasn’t quite dawn yet so he demanded for twenty more minutes. I relented just then because I felt bad for the little guy; I was pretty sure he hadn’t gone pee yet so I opened the beach facing sliding-glass door and he was off, leaping in super-kitty fashion to his much needed relief.

Hippy enjoying our bed

Little did we know, Hippy was much more dissatisfied than we realized. He was supposed to be in by dark. We didn’t see him until four AM the next morning. Nora was trying to help, coaching us through it with what has worked before to get Hippy to come in. There was whispered concern that the night brought with it predators, and it wasn’t necessarily safe. We took shifts, waking up every few hours; it was like having a new born, nursing that connection we knew Hippy needed to feel safe. We would go to he back door and call his name with soft even tones, like a siren beckoning Hippy home through the early morning fog.

At around four A.M. Hippy appeared wet, hoarse, and obviously exhausted from what must have been an interesting evening . After that he loved us. I felt like we were tested, and given the kitty paw of approval. The next morning we let him out and he was back by two P.M.

Nora was happy to hear that Hippy had finally bonded with us. She could focus on her business without worrying about her furry companion. Melissa and Myself took the opportunity to walk the local beach and pier, fantasizing about living on boat doing what we do for shoreline and island communities up down the pacific.

The Joy…

Pet-sitting has been a spiritually enriching experience that is allowing me to meet so many me pieces of myself. We may be dressed in bodies, and given these identities, but everyone one of them has a place of peace deep within them. I seek that in everyone I meet, I’m still learning how to best do that, but I’m doing it. Since Nora was striving for the same goal it was effortless to connect with her. Love cannot deny Love.

Nora has informed us that she came home to a content and loved Hippy. It was good to hear that our fur-friend had also found some peace. I was able to rest here. You cannot say that about all of my life. They say our outer world is a reflection of our inner world. I work hard to ensure that my inner world is at peace, Nora and Hippy, being a reflection of that world, have shown me that it is a worthwhile pursuit. I hope that I have done the same.

The Dream…

How many of you suspect that this “reality” is in fact a dream? If you don’t then perhaps it is time to start interrogating what you see on a daily basis. Dreamers who don’t know they are dreaming believe that what they see is real. When you question the essence of your experience you open the door for the possibility of waking. When you awaken awareness within the dream, no matter its content, that content becomes powerless over “You”.

Can you awaken yourself? The same level of “thinking” that got you in this mess cannot get you out, so no, you going it alone will surely doom you to pitfalls and subtle layers of dream that seem like waking, but only lead to more dream. Think Inception (2010) the movie.

How do I awaken? A higher level of thought, obviously; If you do not believe in a higher power, God, Spirit, or whatever you want to deem it, then you are really screwed. Higher thought is the only way out. I truly believe that the greatest spiritual minds have reconnected their thoughts with Higher thoughts; their lower minds (egoistic) with Higher mind (God’s mind). I also truly believe that we can reach this state with training of whole mindedness (holy if you wish) and I have been personally been pushing through “The Course” attempting to reach of place of truly “open mind” so that I can be awakened.

Still here? Me too. I know it takes what it takes. Dreams by their very nature are meaningless. Are you rich? Meaningless. Are you poor? Meaningless. Are you sick? Meaningless. Are you powerful? Meaningless. Are you weak? Meaningless. All of it is meaningless. Are you Loved? Yes, you are. That one is the key. The statement is cryptic, only because I am still unpacking what it means for myself. I am re-learning how to be a good student, and because of the direct relationship to teaching and learning I am also re-learning to be a good teacher.

Hear me. It really is time to wake up. forgive the pun, but I am tired of sleeping. I am certainly tired of the meaninglessness of this place. Meaningless! I feel a fool! How long?! We deserve better. We deserve the real. We deserve to be Whole. We deserve by birthright to be Holy! Making ourselves small is only serving to hide us from ourselves. Brother’s and Sisters there is no need to hide from phantoms and the unreal.

Become open minded. Be willing to awaken. Be willing to be loved and BE Love.