posted December 03, 2005 11:26 PM         

I arrived on the magical illusion of my youth.
Buoyed up by the false dreams,
Watercolored onto my glasses.
The path lay crystaline clear before me.
Step onto the "Yellow Brick Road".
Wander down into the Emerald City,
Where shiny wonders await your senses.
There are games a plenty to indulge in.
If you try hard enough, you could even meet
THE ALL KNOWING WIZARD!!!
He - who knows all the dirty little lies
told to all the munchkins
to keep them dreaming.
Dreaming of a future that will never come.
And a past that was never there.
The present moment is all that is experienced.

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN EXPERIENCED?

I mean are you HERE AND NOW?
Never losing track of YOU?

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN EXPERIENCED?
Well I have....

I have tasted my own death and been reborn.
In the wonder of the complete and utter interconnectedness
that runs - like a silver cord - through every single living organism on this planet.
I have felt the giant web of life and found my place in it.
I have had the kernal of the eternal truths handed to me.
Put into my hand,
given so that they may be planted, nurtured, and the truth allowed to blossom forth into
A Portrait For A Brighter Future

It's there, and real.
Just waiting for us to lift up our heads
Out of the Grey Misted Fog.
The ugly illusion of Mother Culture.
Nothing else.
That's it.
It isn't real.
Because there are no 90 degree angles
In nature.

We are all the same.
Infinite possibilities which click through the odds.
A different roll of the eternal sided die.
Which our omniscient selves
Roll over and over and over again without end.

How does it all end?

It does not end - it is an continuous unbroken SINE WAVE
Curling, twisting particles of light.
Energy
Chi
Life Force
Prana
Call it what you want,
It's all the SINE.

Points of mutual energy which intersect,
At the appropriate randomness.

Remember?

We have met before.
I am you in this particular roll of the die.
You are me in that particular roll of the die.

A flicker - and look at faint knowledge of an
Intersection of past SINE.

That's why mothers were and are revered in tribal culture.

Death will come to us all.
But only a MOTHER can bring forth life.
The blossom giving fruit to the vine to ripen into a new cycle.

The force is indeed strong in you,
And me, and he, and she, and they, and we.

I shall outstretch my hand and take up the pen.
Write down these unalienable truths.

WILL YOU RECEIVE THEM?
When you do,
When you have made them your own,
Pass them on to another, and another, and another.
Until all will know.

Write these truths down with your own pen.
Hand it to another and they shall write it down.

When all have opened up their eyes,
The Dawn can then arrive.
The deep purple darkness of twilight,
and the black of impending night is before you.

Share the Light.
Pass it on.

DARKNESS IS NOT THE OPPOSITE OF LIGHT,
IT IS THE ABSENCE OF LIGHT.

SHINE YOUR LIGHT.
IT IS THE ONLY ONE THERE WILL EVER BE.
BRIGHTEN IT UP IN THERE.
GIVE IT OUT.

BE HERE NOW.
NOW BE HERE.

posted December 03, 2005 11:46 PM         

I'm in awe, fabulous of you to share
inspiring the Light, and Sight, Night
to Day,
intertwined, divine, vine
roots
we are all one