Calm on the outside as the storm rages within…
In a dark moment I desperately search for an escape.
A youtube special, a novel, loud music to dance to…
None can reach me now.
I know the truth: I am trying to escape my own mind.
As I sit in solitude…
My dog seems unaware of what is going on.
Nature always seems untouched by the dramas of humanity; roses still bloom, birds still sing- its beauty and love never takes a vacation.
Subtly this comforts me.
But back to reality; the reality of man…
Doubt is our truest enemy.
Is the man on youtube a double agent?
Is the yogi from India an agent of mind control?
What about myself?
Am I insane?
Many of my peers might say yes.
However I know that this is all in the world of appearances.
I see the spark of truth in others’ eyes when we engage in conversation.
We Know. We are not alone.
There is a consciousness revolution.
Separation is our biggest enemy.
We must constantly make eye contact with each other.
We must constantly let each other know how much we LOVE each other.
These are our weapons.
Our truth and our love are more powerful than any atomic bomb.
And poetically I pose the question: If reptiles rule the world, then what rules the reptiles?
As far as I am concerned, there is no reality outside of love.
I have uncovered the secret, and it is a good thing, so I share it with you all:
We create our reality, every ounce of it. The universe, god, Allah, Christ- however relate to it, is loving and merciful. You have all of the power over your life, and we are all of the same essence.
Even in your darkest times, you can still hear a bird singing somewhere if you listen closely enough.
I don’t take this lightly.
Everywhere I go, I hear someone say “there are no coincidences;” I laugh to myself- the divine mother has a sense of humor.
And I keep seeing the number 11…
What is happening???
I ask the question, even though I already know; my ears just want to feel the pleasure of hearing it.
I keep a calm exterior and try to remain cool and collected.
I’m an aquarian, a thoroughbred, but in this passage, I’ll be vulnerable; the ridicule from my peers hurts me to my core, it is significant.
The support and messages from shining children of the light make my heart smile; they are my heroes. I thank them eternally.
Honestly, my disposition is apathetic, I was content to mind my business and live a small life, unnoticed by the masses.
I got sucked into all of this when I saw videos about Iraq.
Beautiful children and elderly people naked in torture camps.
It made me cry.
I was in a classroom at an elite university; my peers cared more about their Starbucks beverages than they did the suffering. This intensified my pain.
I wanted, I needed to do something.
But I have no army, no weapons, no influence…
Then a voice told me that I have music and art and love…
How pathetic… But I guess I can try…
So down the rabbit hole I went…
The music and the message has been heard all around the world; but this is not what I care about…
I care that people have sent me messages telling me that they are not afraid anymore- now I have a different sort of tear in my eye…
I know I am risking my life…
But what’s a life if you don’t do anything with it?
I wouldn’t buy a car and never drive it because I am afraid of an accident…
So here I am, I am in the danger, I only have my love; somehow I know I am protected.
I am so vulnerable.
Somehow I know this is my destiny.
I chose to come to this planet. I was a prince in another realm, now I am on Earth because of my compassion.
Yeah, I’ve lost my mind; or better yet I’ve lost the ego this society has prescribed for me.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
We are together.
Use discernment with everything, especially me.
Look into my eye, and tap into my aura to know what I am. My being alone speaks louder than any words.
Some have questioned the art of the message I have shared. I understand, and I am glad they are questioning.
Spiritual art is not to be intellectualized; you can’t read a book and gain a milligram of understanding of a symbol. Only divine meditation can shed light.
To understand the all-mysterious eye, you have to be it.
But don’t listen to me; don’t listen to some person on youtube…
Seek for yourself to find understanding.
Chirst is with us.
Christ is in us.
We are the power.
Let’s agree to love.
Let’s agree to realize this golden age.
Let’s agree to be lovers.
Let’s agree to be happy again.
As I walk through yet another dangerous doorway with no option of retreat, I still cannot escape my mind, so once again I must write.
I return to my pad.
I love you all, and my gratitude to you is eternal, for you have loved me as well.