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Our body is a vessel. Which holds the consciousness. Consciousness, free will, and many other things fall into a metaphysical category. When physically in this vessel we call what we do living. When not aware or fully in our vessel we are metaphysical. Upon death the vessel changes. Death is where past, current, and future collide. Creating a multitude of what is known as history. Or what is unknown and yet to come, the future. Upon dying so many times, there lies a Great Hall. In this Hall there are bookkeepers who keep the names of all you are, have been, and can be. Beyond all this there lies the gateway. The gateway is where the Source lives. Source cannot be explained or described. Aside from being the light that bears all. This including any antimatter or matter. When reaching this light through the gate, we call this phase going through the Godhead. This is when Metempsychosis begins. Why, when, and where, and the choice to come back are made here. How the person chooses to come back is determined by a series of events in sets of lives. It is also the personal freedom and choice to come back as a different entity altogether. Some people have been people and around for a very long time. Living many different identities throughout time as we know it. These repeat though. That’s why the choice to not come as a human again is there. Some prefer to relive events over and over. This is why we have history. These are the truths I can tell from my own personal deaths. Upon dying too many times in a row I reached The Hall because I had already lived almost all of my lives. I was told that my name was all over the walls. I was in every book they had. I was given the chance to come back in my current body again. The body I had died in. Under the stipulation of “I must clean up this mess.” This ‘mess’ being very cryptic to me. Now upon looking at the world and its condition, realizing the mess may be more than what I originally thought it would be. I used it from an ego standpoint and blamed myself for things I had done and thought that was the mess. I am beginning to understand the mess had nothing to do with me necessarily, but more to do with my life and everyone in it. I am working on cleaning that mess. I do it on the daily. Learning as much theology, mythology, occult, esoteric, and magic that I could. I have been successful and continue to be successful. This world that I live in and share with others I realize as a reality that it is. I cannot stress this point to others too harshly, because it’s the only reality they have ever known or could know. Even if some are obsessed with who they were in their past lives learning history. Or people drawn to specific books, movies, and entertainment that pertains to nonlinear future paths. These are moot in comparison to trying to explain how it all works. The Divine is quite real. But must be accepted as a metaphysical concept. Humans are conceptual. For whatever reason when it comes to anything metaphysical they do not like to create a concept, rather a conspiracy. Conspiracies cannot be proven otherwise they are not conspiracies, that is the fallacy. But a concept can be explained without having the stigma of what a conspiracy has, the proof. There can be fallacies within concepts while the concept itself remains. These are a few of the things I have learned having returned back into my body and having started living my life again. We are in the afterlife. Which is anything after birth. That is when life starts…
Mudra and Prana became more than a lifestyle. It has indeed become part of a much larger pattern. One of a theological philosophy. Breath of The Natural Pattern and its polar counter part Chaos…
All inclusive of;
Working directly with specific parts of that endless source of all.
There is definitely a pattern of sorts.
This is an equal amount of Chaos to oppose and balancing force.
When prana is the breath of life.
And the conduit is you.
One becomes the vessel.
That’s what us humans do.
Being the definitive magical working time machine.
Whether wide awake or in a dream.
“At dawn, when you have trouble getting out of bed, tell yourself: ‘I have to go to work – as a human being.
What do I have to complain of, if I’m going to do what I was born for – the things I was brought into the world to do? Or is this what I was created for? To huddle under the blankets and stay warm? – But it’s nicer here So you were born to feel ‘nice’? Instead of doings things and experiencing them? Don’t you see the plants, the birds, the ants and spiders and bees going about their individual tasks, putting the world in order, as best they can? And you’re not willing to do your job as a human being? Why aren’t you running to do what your nature demands? – But we have to sleep sometime Agreed.
But nature set a limit on that – as it did on eating and drinking.
And you’re over the limit.
You’ve had more than enough of that.
But not of working.
There you’re still below your quota.
You don’t love yourself enough.
Or you’d love your nature too, and what it demands of you.
People who love what they do wear themselves down doing it, they even forget to wash or eat.
Do you have less respect for your own nature than the engraver does for engraving, the dancer for dance, the miser for money or the social climber for status? When they’re really possessed by what they do, they’d rather stop eating and sleeping than give up practicing their arts.” ~ Marcus Aurelius
The dogma of both materialism and mechanism furmulate synchronicity. This can be seen as a way to refine the concept of material cause and effect, in order to explain things that don’t make sense within a strictly mechanistic world view. Like the crossing threads in a woven fabric, synchronicity and causality interact constantly, with chains of cause and effect unfolding over time while synchronicity pulls them this way and that in order to gather them into clusters of meaningful coincidence…
Call it Tao or the Logos. I call it the pattern from a source that flows. I ask not the source, for that is nigh. It started somewhere in a human mind. Out of place, out of time. A context, no explanation why. More concept’s to make us wonder our mission. Fear not, have blind faith with conviction. Always ask more for addition. Ask who, what, where, why, and how. Once these questions start consciousness begins to form now. Careful how you take someone, this much true. People are people, some days we are blue. With one goal, one sight, and a piece of mind. Time to use this ability for what we really want to find!
Hypnogogic, death embraced logic. A spill not forgotten. A mess tarnished and hardened. One too many shadows to clean at the garden’s. Not necessarily what people want to do. Still are too fickle, this part is true. And in human nature the easiest is pursued. Yet with chaos comes creation. A mothering sense of elimination. When one can more than grasp a concept, but rather enjoy the thrill. One sees a Venn Diagram of Twin Peaks, The Overlook Hotel, and Silent Hill. Todash a Ka’tet would say, regardless that or a Thinny just the same. Creature’s be where creature’s go. That is part of our Universal Flow. Serving better to the parts unknown.
~ Jon ~
Upon beating Silent Hill 2:
“In my restless dreams,
I see that town.
You promised me you’d take me
there again someday.
But you never did.
Well, I’m alone there now…
In our ‘special place’…
Waiting for you…
Waiting for you to
come to see me.
But you never do.
And so I wait, wrapped in my
cocoon of pain and loneliness.
I know I’ve done a terrible
thing to you. Something you’ll
never forgive me for.
I wish I could change
that, but I can’t.
I feel so pathetic and ugly
laying here, waiting for you…
Every day I stare up at the cracks
in the ceiling and all I can think
about is how unfair it all is…
The doctor came today.
He told me I could go
home for a short stay.
It’s not that I’m getting better.
It’s just that this may be
my last chance…
I think you know what I mean…
Even so, I’m glad to be coming
home. I’ve missed you terribly.
But I’m afraid.
I’m afraid you don’t really
want me to come home.
Whenever you come see me,
I can tell how hard it is on you…
I don’t know if you
hate me or pity me…
Or maybe I just disgust you…
I’m sorry about that.
When I first learned that
I was going to die, I just
didn’t want to accept it.
I was so angry all the time and I
struck out at everyone I loved most.
That’s why I understand
if you do hate me.
But I want you to
I’ll always love you.
Even though our life together had
to end like this, I still wouldn’t
trade it for the world. We had
some wonderful years together.
Well, this letter has gone on
too long, so I’ll say goodbye.
I told the nurse to give
this to you after I’m gone.
That means that as you read
this, I’m already dead.
I can’t tell you to remember me,
but I can’t bear for you to
These last few years since I
became ill… I’m so sorry for
what I did to you, did to us…
You’ve given me so much and
I haven’t been able to return
a single thing.
That’s why I want you to live
for yourself now.
Do what’s best for you.
You made me happy.”
He was great in so many things in entertainment. Lovecraft Country is the best way to remember him most recently. This one is from ‘Community’.
Latest playlist collaborative effort for the Electric Icarus Project. Very ambient, hope you contribute and enjoy!
It was a hot cicada Summer. He walked the streets among many. His life feeling much like a bummer.
It took time but he realized. Life can be great despite circumstances and consequence. This year now seen with his own eyes.
To come back a better man. Having done everything you needed to do. Figuring out his own plan.
He was proud of the work he had done. He learned his lessons needed to do what was deemed necessary. And he did it all under that hot beating Sun.
“Don’t let your imagination be crushed by life as a whole.
Don’t try to picture everything bad that could possibly happen.
Stick with the situation at hand, and ask, ‘Why is this so unbearable? Why can’t I endure it?’ You’ll be embarrassed to answer.
Then remind yourself that past and future have no power over you.
Only the present – and even that can be minimized.
Just mark off its limits.” ~ Marcus Aurelius
“There are more things to alarm us than to harm us, and we suffer more often in apprehension than reality.” ~ Lucius Annaeus Seneca
“If you have assumed a character beyond your strength, you have both played a poor figure in that, and neglected one that is within your powers.” ~ Epictetus
“It is not the actions of others which trouble us (for those actions are controlled by their governing part), but rather it is our own judgments. Therefore remove those judgments and resolve to let go of your anger, and it will already be gone. How do you let go? By realizing that such actions are not shameful to you.” ~ Marcus Aurelius
Unus Mundi \|/ One World
Single concept of being an underlying unified reality from which everything emerges and to which everything returns.
Anima Mundi /|\ The World Soul
The world soul is, according to several systems of thought, an intrinsic connection between all living things on the planet, which relates to the world in much the same way as the soul is connected to the human body.
~ Paradoxical Paradises ~
Paradox: a seemingly absurd or self-contradictory statement or proposition that when investigated or explained may prove to be well founded or true.
Paradise: an ideal or idyllic place or state.
The barbarian savage nature of the more primitive man isn’t natural at all. The name itself implies this. What is unnatural is the material order of society, and self substantial hierarchy. These concepts force mankind to fear itself. The person one fears most is that, themselves. For in their perspective, subject reality manifests such fear. From the most powerful King, to the lowest surf. That lurking dread of unknown exist. Yet the quest for truth or answers is the conundrum. A life-long quest that will not die with you, yet perceive you and what we consider time. A life learning only questions. Hence the quest part of that word. Answer is and always will be there, with no rhyme or reason why. Likewise, vice versa being the equally polar opposite. Similar yet variant and opposition. Questions feed life, life feeds death, death feats questions. Reduce, reuse, recycle, nature’s order…
Psychosomatic medicine, also known as folk magic or the Witch Doctor. An herbalist but much more. The shamen doctor of sorts. These would not only understand but accept consistent variation of talisman’s, verbal charms, and prayers or ritual. Pragmatic in the most natural style.
Any folk doctor would know the psychological view of human with nature applied. The understanding of how to correlate the internal to an external outlet. An alchemy of the mind with natural aspects. This is a traditional healer. Western medicine, or practical man-made material healing is the alchemy of science. Both coexist not to contradict, rather aid. All sides of a Rubik’s cube must be solved for completion. Mystic exists for being unknown, simply this. Potentially dangerous, yes. Only because people fear what is unknown. Lost or not, it’s true and will always exist.
“For even sheep do not vomit up their grass and show to the shepherds how much they have eaten; but when they have internally digested the pasture, they produce externally wool and milk. Do you also show not your theorems to the uninstructed, but show the acts which come from their digestion.” ~ Epictetus
“The first step: Don’t be anxious.
Nature controls it all.
And before long you’ll be no one, nowhere – like Hadrian, like Augustus.
The second step: Concentrate on what you have to do.
Fix your eyes on it.
Remind yourself that your task is to be a good human being; remind yourself what nature demands of people.
Then do it, without hesitation, and speak the truth as you see it.
But with kindness.
Without hypocrisy.” ~ Marcus Aurelius
Time is not only strange but must be constantly kept up with. Because when X being the only measurement undoubtedly is on a constant move. The concept of time can become difficult and riddled with variables. Down to the almost unimaginable miniscule leap second. There is absolutely an existing point we call now though. Now, which is held as the ruler of true time. A current flow, or the only true fluid state. Although consider now much like a ruler or yard stick. When taking that to the next step, a sphere, so forth and so on. Atomically it is completely rife and redundant. Life that is. Chaos being the only way to create? Yes, things can become difficult. Although given that knowledge of time think of it much like a roadmap. Only the sense of how one would view it on the bottom in miles or kilometers for distance. Life must constantly move as if thinking in terms of roads changing on an atlas. Unfortunately with an incorrect measuring marker. Its malfunction not necessarily that the measurements are wrong. More unkempt in a manor. It could be argued that it makes more sense to move into a more lunar style calendar. To the point of adding an extra month even, call it “Luna” for namesake. Yet, rather than even embrace an idea which follows so much of what Eastern tradition has known and follows. But more along what the Maya served. Personally I follow the triple chart currently, because of this conundrum. Life is organic, regardless of labels or materiels. Once something is organic there is a sense of loss. Whether that be trust or true loss, we genuinely fear this. That terrible seed of jealousy even. Music, people, scenes, anything can become obsolete. When this begins an uncertain confusion of the seasons naturally occurs. We lose track of time. Cyclically our Sun begins to set a little later or earlier, our drives feel a little different and sometime more difficult. When people refuse to acknowledge this at specific points, events occurs. Oil changes due to harvest and circumstantial problems. Materiels we become limited to. Yet now is that circumstance, and now only.
Once these problems finally become a form of knowledge, they could become more easily handled by all. Simply just by utilizing time correctly. Not so much a hassle, simple science and nature honestly. It becomes a calendar problem basically. Once we accept how to use time as a measurement, not only that tool for the past. We have begun to review. Essentially look back upon old history. With advances in technology this effort becomes easier and more precise. Can people figure out how future isn’t as important as the sense of now? That can become a terrifying thought! Future is important because it becomes the only next logical step from now. Therefore existing as the architype continuation of the form of materialistic mankind concepts. For without that concept there would be much less to mankind. Much like the old saying of “If a tree were to fell in the woods, would it make a sound if no one were around?” When anyone can grasp this concept they begin to understand things a little differently than others do. Understanding what has happened in the past, or what potentially might happen in the future is nigh if the source’s are unreliable. The reason this happens is because people become rigid with this state of mind. Stuck in knowledge. The one marker itself that no longer will matter to any correlating person around them. In fact one can change that marker, once they have realized this. Thus creating their own dilemma. Prana of any and mankind who use prana more than ascend. Any person who knows prana knows they have no idea how it works. That is the beauty of prana. That it is the child of both creation and chaos. If the prana man uses prana it must be so that prana flow continues to go in and out. By the end there is a conduct of current, with a stream that flows inward and back outward. Hence people seeing more past. Or also remembering things differently, altering timelines. Deja Vu, Mandela Effect, Synchronicity, these are all examples. It’s a dilemma of mankind, yet it is also the past of the now. Consequence of being circumstantial and materialistic at the same time. Once that gets realized, one acts more aware of the fact that nothing can happen outside the reality that is themselves. Circumstance becomes a key role in the individual’s reality. Even with circumstance it’s still a choice of what reality they want to live and decisions to make happen. Also realizing that they must utilize and be weary of this effect because it flows constantly. Much like a natural rhythm. Utilizing that day in and day out, feeling the rhythm of the heartbeat of Earth. Accessing more potential destruction as if one were to know how not to activate or potentially prevent that Doomsday clock. The paradox coming from a person actively knowing and staying aware of it. Once this is known that potential human being realizes itself, and just how powerful they have become. Only to back away on natures accord. Because no one speaks or teaches prana flow anymore. Causing what can be considered only a mere loud noise eventually. Thus accompanied with anxious energy. Try becoming an existence in itself. That practical term for meditation loosely fits contemplation better. This being an inaccuracy that is important. Void is meditation. Unfortunately, our now would have people believe it closer to our current terms of isolation, or worse disassociation. Those are real and unfortunate burdens that exist. Yet that is not meditation. The mind must actually let go. That is meditation. Which is an odd catch-22. Prana has a very strange kinship to mankind still. Forgetting how to access this is dangerous. It made people know and understand better or worse, easier and naturally. On a grander spectrum even. Essesence of the great big story. The dark matter if you will.
8/30/2020 – 00:05 ~ Jon ~
Note: Since the internet has become more a Harry Potter-esqu style Newspaper Magazine of the World. These are my articles, still opinions of only myself. In other words, “For Entertainment Purpose Only” if implied. ~Jonzo~
~ Electric Icarus Project ~
Musing faraway rapt, to reckon with now. Pondering ceaselessly with no avail. Constant brainstorming is our now. It will always be so. Love is future, pain is the past. Hope is dangerous because expectation value concept. Life is the answer here…
Children, Nature, You, I, are under a watchful eye. It’s constant, yet holds no bounds. That’s the gift of life and the curse of now. Love to love means to stay alive. For without this thought all concept begins to die. ~ Jon
“You always own the option of having no opinion.
There is never any need to get worked up or to trouble your soul about things you can’t control.
These things are not asking to be judged by you.
Leave them alone.” ~ Marcus Aurelius
Made a Blue Moon Playlist… It is collaborative so please feel free to add. Hope you enjoy!
An ode’ to the living…
There is a crossroads, in the mind.
This place is actually hard to find.
Unsure if it was a left or a right.
One will search for crossroads night after night.
Until a day comes to slow the ride.
The day one notices there is no crossroads to hide.
There stuck you see “This crossroad was a circle to me!”
That builds up where one decides “I get to navigate this ride.”
Careful though navigation has no clue, what a planet might do.
Sky above, down to its core, and ever so much more.
Filled with all the wonderful things people adore.
That is a navigation problem too.
Unpredictable what people will navigate through.
That decision is not up to me or you.
It is up to the crossroads, this is true.
Where signs point the way, to help
us navigate through the day.
That’s some advice one can genuinely say.
A monolith of various form.
From the abysmal mind was born.
To weave tales of history, mixed with lies.
Places where lost treasure may actually hide.
To spoil attention at its finest endeavor.
Rather odd to have this powerful tether.
We don’t bow down to worship thee.
Rather we carry you personally.
Most attempt to be the star.
This usually doesn’t go very far.
When people think likes rule over powerful men.
This time placed with self and friend.
Now rivals to the bitter end.
Wait, there will be a trick again.
Over an article one wrote or typed.
Something someone definitely disliked.
But on the Interactive Magazine, there really is no physical scene.
No bad guy at the end of a stick.
Just some jerk who’s skin became thick.
Calloused from history passed.
A past that truly had collapsed.
Still alive in the minds of other though.
That’s the way tabloid fame tends to go.
The schism that divides us must fall.
For indeed it will concur all. Malice petty, enormous, or nigh. Without companionship we will die. For it’s not only about the ones we love. It resides in more than something above. It is always here and now. People just don’t realize when or how. A place where past and future collide. The destination where a decision resides. Adept, prompt, and ever waiting. A place of no complaining. Where a thought is formed. An idea gets born. For action made to be. That is and always will be now, for me. Head’s take rides. World’s have tides. Of all things true to be. One stands alone, no one can agree.
Found this in my memories from a year ago. A rough day in 2020…
Blank it, wipe it clean. That drunkard dream of what it seemed. Eyes stare into the distance. See no hope for resistance. The entire species lost its mind. But not of the insane kind. That would require some kind of repeat. This time people have shown defeat. Not because they could not do. That part is definitely true. The thing that became such a waste. All because too much haste. Squandering that product people call time. That will unfortunately end this rhyme.
Decided to make a radio station today. I will continue with collaborative playlists. For now, here is an eclectic station. Hope all you Pandora users enjoy it!
Pacifico used for; Disenchantment Bay, The Hubbard Glacier, & Hurricane Andrew…
Departure: May 21st 2005
Port: Seattle, Washington.
~ MS Oosterdam ~
The one time I went West. I went about as far Northwest as a traveler can go… To get there, that was damn near a tragedy though. Hurricane Andrew rolled the seas. I remember winds over 120(mph) coming in all directions and various degrees. Rocking and Splashing were the name of the game. Dramamine was the name of the plane. Nausea felt from the rock and knocks of waves crashing below. It surely was a show. Frightening as it was, our course that would be. It was after this that I was familiarized with man known as Salvador Dali. For on this ship were all original prints. All to be auctioned off none-the-less. The only way a museum can pimp. After Poseidon rose no one picked up this hint. So I watched the people as they came and went. During this time I met the man known as Dali. Eccentric as he was; honey attracting flies, bees, dolphins, wales, some of the most amazing things I would ever see. From a man with a mustache full of honey. His enigma still remains an exciting wonder to me. I dedicate this hymn to him and his beautiful legacy. Art for ages to inspire and be seen. Images that appear to have certainly come straight from a dream! Showing us a crazy world that still isn’t always as it seems.
With the longest days of the year behind us we move towards another new Autumn. Before the dog days of Summer are upon us I figured “Why not start the outline for inspiration on new plots to begin? Soon enough everyone will be in the throes of it, inspiring others to automatically begin thinking a certain way.” This is a head start. Before life and the holidays require a more physical mental state.
Another collaboration playlist from the Electric Icarus Project! This one’s a darker tone. Hit shuffle and let the strange inspiration begin…
Per usual anyone that feels the want or need to contribute please do. Make it appropriate and fittingto the overall tone, that’s all I ask.
Living life is important, remember to have some fun.
The special part isn’t just what we become.
It’s the journey there too, the one before we’re finally done.
Though we do live each individual day under a revolving Sun.
Our minds reside 2 decades into the past, like the future visiting 2001.
Anything before then is now fully grown, gone, a classic, or an antique.
Always moving onto to something new when the last thing has hit its peak.
Enjoying the next thing that is more aesthetically pleasing and sleek.
People do this to each other from time to time.
As if they were once shiny, but now covered in grime.
So they’ll lie through their teeth, showing each and every pantomime.
Any type of relationship’s fear and worst rooted crime.
We simply accept this harsh truth despite the painstakingly new climb.
Learn from present and lessons of past.
Don’t hang on to a feeling or an emotion that shouldn’t last.
There’s too much to do in life and it can move pretty fast.
When figuring out you, I, and we.
Try remembering me.
The one who always deals with change.
Act accordingly with each word exchange…
Triggers come in many shapes and various forms. What I aim to create here is a playlist series that is public and collaborative. Making a series of ever growing playlists that help inspire certain thought and emotion. ‘Triggers’ is the first in this series. That’s a pretty broad category. By all means if it’s an instrumental track containing personal triggers, add it. There’s no obligation, or necessary a story attached. If it fits the vibe, add it! Looking forward to seeing where this goes… Also ideas for the next playlist concept series are always up for discussion.
Stares at back of hand.
Flips Hand Over…
The sojourner, Shamen of Foresight and Empowerment. Shadowed by The Dancer of Life. Followed by The Ancestor of Tribes, family, and other fellow kin. That is how to start this tale. So that is where it will begin.
Midworld, the Palm.
5 caves each… Always a way to hide, or a new method to teach. The pitfalls we learn from the places we fell. The psyche hides all these five cave extremely well. Leaving most unsure how to hide and more concerned with where to dwell. Each in a different cave. This making it hard to break through or sometimes, even save.
This had been the Pinky Finger.
Cave number I, starting small. This being the Cave of Ice. Dreams, manifestations, spirit and all. Entering as the Shamen of the Stars. Knowing life is more than big dreams or their emotional scars. With spirit guiding the Ice Cave, it’s easier there. From regards to having a grand cosmic side with so much flare…
Next was the Ring Finger.
Cave number II, onto The Cave of Winds. New beginnings, future, and changes taking place. That is how we occupy this space. Here, entering as the Shaman of Tradition. Will power to do anything in honor of traditional grace. Beyond worry of dignity or opposition. Knowing thyself, taking a slower steady pace…
Onto the Middle Finger.
Cave number III, The Cave of Hearthfires. The animals, the present, our current, Now. A place most high, we all call it home. Entering as the Ancestor of Illusion. Giving that auspicious “Wow!” Easily navigating your way through every buried catacomb. Not falling fate to their conclusion…
The Index Finger.
Coming up to Cave number IV, The Cave of Rivers. Where The Hunters will show divisions and boundaries. As the Hunter of Paths this helps with even the tides and the seas. Thus making this cave another place of ease. Finding passageways new, old, and even made. Making sure to never overstep or invade…
Finally the Thumb.
Finally Cave number V, The Cave of Earth. The Underworld, a way to kill off, let another bad pattern die. A mistake or possibly even a lie. Entering here as The Dancer of Reconciliation. Committed, with absolutely no humiliation. Dancing in patterns of warmth that spark delight. Bringing joy with every embodiment of presence. Once you’re done dancing you’re elegant flight. You’ll act accordingly and start to mend every single night…
The Entire Hand.
At the end it’s seen. What The II Pillars would mean. What was, and what is. ‘What was’ had been The Hunter of Death. A memory to have but no longer having any breath. What this says is a lot, with precision. For ahead aligned is The Hunter of Vision. Helping to calm the head and Foresight. Remember how to make a good decision. Learn from mistakes and growth from the 5 caves previously imprisoned.
The music says it all…
Psychedelic Funky Jams meeting Epic Post Rock with Ambience and Cathartic Heavy Brooding Overtones inviting Bass Drops… “A Certain Type of Sound” – An Electric Icarus Project Playlist
Pure daylight, closest to Noon I would say. Upon the entrance lay the moth; black, white, and grey. I finished the cleanse, blew out the candle with no delay. For I had decided my work done for today. Once finished I would declare all I could to need to say. Taking out the remainder of trash the moth agreed, and flew away…
Flying into pure sunlight. Taking off with all his might. Quickly disappearing with no sound. Going to speak his tale. Of a man who’s plan he could unveil. Having a friendlier way, for nature to know. That this man had a good plan to unfurl. Under the Pink Supermoon that Moth found a Moth Girl. They had Moth Children who eventually told the rest of the World…
When all had begun there was Chaos, Gaia, and Tartarus. These all being important parts life would supply for us. Chaos to help everything begin and create. Whether big, small, mundane, bad, and even great. Gaia being the place to be, stay, and call our home. Supplying a life to live with experience when we decided to roam. Tartarus known as a world of punishment for mistakes and wrongdoings made. Suffering that knows no relief, not even from a blade. These were instilled back in the days of old. Set as standard for our basic human mold. They still exist in the mind’s eye on that other plane so to say. Reminding us all of our conscience, ability, and morals… Happy Earth Day!
Earth Day 2021
In a not too distant beginning there was a boy named Saturn. He looked up, and said this area’s the name I have learned. I’ll take that as the name I’ve earned. Later in life he says, “You Jupiter my Son! This area will be the namesake you have won.” Jupiter grew up to have many wives. Each having children with equally different lives. These children grew big and strong. Some with Grandkids who would do both right and wrong. All gradually taking a name in the sky. Before anyone could ever ask a reason why. Until finally there were enough to fill the gap. This, that, the seasons, emotions, plus anything that passes us lap by lap. Finally people had settled on labels for names of things. This did have a more pleasant ring. Eventually there became a namesake for almost everything. So much so people started to sing. It’s part of those human nature calls. Done as people gradually make their way down those grand halls. Toward a great door of might. Life, the one that shine’s so bright. Guiding all through the dark and into the light. Each and every single passing night. Nothing to do with fear of being dead. That being nothing more than existential dread. For in reality we are laying in bed. Dreaming away in a deep slumber. Building our life away. While fetching all the lumber.
The endless wheel of return. Karma to some, the long awaited patience earned. For deeds done both right and wrong. That being the tuning for each individual song. Something beautiful, or occasionally wrath. All depending on how someone decided to take a path. Things will be gained and lost too. That which is the payment due. It can return and truly be a wonderful thing. So when that song is sung, one can join in to sing. For when it comes back great, with rhyme and reason why… That can be enough to rejoice with a cheerful cry.
A star may in fact already be dead. Thus remaining visible because of light speed instead. Something we never need to dread.
Knowledge of this is a fact that time can stop. Not ways of the everyday, use of a simple hop to hop. More so in a way we’re not allowed to drop. From our beginning which is our bottom, all the way to the top.
Looking at a dead star one can finally know. Time is part of a more universal flow. No matter the time it takes to eventually grow. Understand it is the route we all go. Learning to become, not just follow. That being the pill life has us casually swallow…