These Times
"These times, these times, we hold on by a thread to the cord of our minds. Spinning and desperate, not having a clue. Like the rabbit in "Alice in Wonderland" shouting, "What to do? What to do?"
"We the dreamers who have wondered all of our lives, searching and never finding, Paradise. Who are we? Where are we going? When will we know? What will we do when we get there?"
"There is no destination in this wacky, crazy world, anymore. Wherever we wind up, we will never be alone, and there is always a door. Enjoy the journey, relax upon the view. It really does not matter what you say, or what you do. There really are no mandatory, formational rules. So many get caught up in the madness that modern wo/man calls success, climbing up the latter of destruction, they painfully regress."
"So, here we sit in this millennium, between right and wrong, trying desperately to find a note to an ageless empty song. We hear the music, so sweet and clear, inside of our minds, yet we cannot seem to bring it out into the material world. It drifts in and out of our consciousness, untouchable, yet potent, in its messages, just beyond our grasp, as reality always is, when waking from a lucid dream, that we cannot quiet remember or explain."
"Triple vision slides on the earth plane, mere seconds of ecstasy, years spent in pain. We try to ground by rooting in the Mother, only to find that our antennae is rising up instead. Crystal lightning from the head, memories of something we heard or said, we lye awake in bed, like the living dead, these subliminal messages making us more unearthly than ever before. We visualize a door, a stairwell, a key. We call in the directions and try to see, our sacred spaces. The veils are so very thin. Where do we begin and our reality as we know it, end? Like the curtains that flow and billow around us, causing chaos and confusion. What is real, we wonder, and what is illusion?"
"Like a kaleidoscope, everything is subject to change. All situations are within range. We stand on the particles of a landscape that is never consistent, and is always strange. We thought that it was flashbacks from the drugs of the seventies, so we quit cold turkey in our fear, trying to get a grip and understand exactly why we are here. No such luck. Many surrender, just give up, lost in the land of confusion. What the fuck? They throw up their hands and curse their bad luck, get lost as consumers chasing the almighty stock brokers, bankers, candlestick makers, buck."
"Addiction is obsession, and compulsive behavior does rule us. Rabbits being the approved role model, you know, para the almighty 'they' of the status quo? So, crawl up in your hole, pull it in after you. Safe in your self-inflicted negativity (SIN) you sleep. No one to censor the tears that you weep. At least that is what 'you' think."
"Why are you crying "Little Fool, Little Fool" Don't you believe in Magick? Miracles do rule, and they happen every single day too. Don't you know the hat trick? YOU ARE THE MAGICK!!!"
"One day a chunk of coal, the next day a diamond. All in the luck of the draw. The "Fifth Sacred Thing" comes to call. As long as you've got the Spirit, you've got it all."
"The problem Is? You must 'know' that this is true. If you lay down and pray to die, it is your will that will be doing the killing. Why not make a different choice? Keep the faith and pass it around like candy, in and our of town, to every, single, person you come into contact with, and it will grow."
"We crawl before we walk, and we take steps before we run, everything is a training ritual, and life does not come with an instruction manual. You are an original bona fide creation. This does not need an explanation. It does, however, come with free will. Are you up for it? How are you going to focus and direct yours, is the question. Always question the harnesses that claim to be the only way, and never, ever, make decisions from a place of fear, (failure to utilize available resources) only from a place of love. This is the True Power of love. "Take your passion and make it happen."
LOVE AND CHAOS FROM ME TO YOU!
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