Five is the number of man.
After all, we have five fingers and five toes….the sensors of reality…energetic decoders in a world of electro-magnetic frequency…decoding the hologram we call life.
The sensations of touch, taste, colour, smell, and sound…. the vehicles of space, are the five patterns of awareness, hardwired into the physical being that we are. These five fields are the boundaries of our awareness, the limitations placed upon our true glory by the biological software that we inhabit.
This is the human problem…we are the changelings of dichotomy; we are the victim of duality, and the ever swinging pendulum effect: happy, sad and all the variables in between.
We are abandoned by our true nature, the bastards, the orphan band, separated from our multi-dimensional capabilities and squeezed into the narrow, unyielding mantle of third dimensional existence; We are the remnants of the fall, harbouring still, the memories of the magnificent being we once were…now enslaved in the confines of the flesh.
Deep down in the questing’s of the dark night of our soul…those rare moments when we can’t hide from the distraction of sensation…we know it…
We are far more than we can realise…and that in itself is a nightmare: we are helpless, bound onlookers of the rape, the slow death of all that we hold dear.
But all things come to an end; otherwise there could be no beginning…the illusion of the programme of duality. No beginning or no end…just press repeat and you’ll be near the heart of all that ‘seems to be’.
We all know it’s fake …deep down in the power that we truly are, the imprisoned splendour of the Logos that seeks only truth and love.
The truth is many things and one thing, but this I know: man wishes to be a happy, peaceful, loving creature, one with all—and, if you’re awake….it is a truth that never leaves, only pushes forward like a great wave that comes crashing to the shore of what is real.
There is only unconditional love, and it is our portal to all that is, and ever was, and ever will be…the sacred gate to the oneness that transcends time and space and the limitations of physical existence.
‘Come to the edge of possibility’’ she said.
‘No we are afraid.’
‘Come to the edge of possibility,’ he said.
‘No. we are afraid.’
‘Come to the edge of possibility,’ said the Heart.
They came; Love pushed them and they flew into the living oneness of all that is.
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December 28, 2016 at 12:46 amThe soul must ride the tiger of carnality, keeping tight to its back until it is exhausted of all excesses. Only then can it be tamed and put to a higher purpose.
We are here to be forged, like a lump of iron ore, on the anvil of Earth; hammered into shape by sun, moon and planets. The heating and cooling being the duality of experience, until a sword of pure brilliance is formed – matter refined by spirit, creating something so unique, so powerful – another Creator. Well, that was the Original Plan.
Honto ni, Hattori Hanzo katana na datta
Mick
December 28, 2016 at 12:51 amhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6c2KrD3LiLM
Mark f
December 29, 2016 at 3:36 pmI drop…
Pouring down
In light defined
Life’s glowing bright
Design refined
Loves overflowing
Perfect heart
Spiralling
Deep into dazzling dark x
Mick
December 30, 2016 at 3:01 amBeautiful, but love is difficult when you have torn your own heart out. You have to wait for a new one to grow.
Mick
December 31, 2016 at 5:47 am“Above all remember this: that magic belongs as much to the heart as to the head and everything which is done, should be done from love or joy or righteous anger. And if we honour this principle we shall discover that our magic is much greater than all the sum of all the rituals that were ever performed. Then magic is to us as flight is to the birds, because then our magic comes from the dark and dreaming heart, just as the flight of a bumblebee comes from the heart. And we will feel the same joy in performing that magic that the bird feels as it casts itself into the void and we will know that magic is part of what a man is, just as flight is part of what a bird is.”
2017 is when the Phoenix rises from its ashes and soars back into the sky, wings aflame, eyes afire.