Sometimes All You have to do is look up & the Path will Light up…
Note: This is an old post, I debated whether putting it up or not because of the sensitivity of what occurred. May those who were directly impacted in Colorado be cared for and may some sense of release enter all of those tormented by this.
I watched The Dark Knight Rises over the weekend and I thought about a great many things. The artistic brilliance of this work was overshadowed by the atrocity in Colorado, a State that has seen its fair share of tragedy, from Columbine to this most recent occurrence. I have written previously about Scars, and how how Heath Ledger and his portrayal of The Joker asked the question about his scars. In my writing, I explored those scars, my wounds and have shared how processing them has been healing. Someone told me yesterday that one day, you wake up and you realize that the Pain is gone. I am not quite there yet…
When I was younger, I had so much Hurt and over time, that Pain was only cared for by the masks that I wore. I am ready to take off that mask and allow Love to sit in its place. It is the only thing time and time again that has made any sense and given me any type of release or redemption for what I have experienced thus far.
Spoiler Alert: I comment on Batman again because here, we have been given Bane, a character who wears a mask, symbolically, what gives him release from the Pain he experienced in his own Life, and in this incarnation of Batman, that he received while protecting a Child.
As I interpret the Dream around me, I see that the Anger was all that I knew, because I did not understand myself nor did I have any clue about what was going on in the World around me. This lack of understanding and my own inability to find a way to actually find meaning kept me in a perpetual cycle of Hurt. But I did it to protect that own part, the Inner Child, that received the hurt to begin with and where the lack of understanding arises in the first place.
Our Souls come into this World and are expressed purely as children. Jesus said: Be like the little Children. He said this because they were in Truth. Whether that Truth was of happiness or sadness, a Child is truly present. The sad thing is that the world does not always appreciate this because so many of us are disconnected and wearing masks of our own to protect the Hurt within that we each endured. As result, the purity of Truth receives wounds from the masks that others wear.
It is not the fault of God. Nor is it the fault of our parents. Society is not even to blame. No one is specifically is the cause. We just have not known how to listen in a way that serves us. How can we when the Path for each of us is the only way to heal in the first place?
If the World is to change, it starts within each of us and it is imperative that we take the time to heal ourselves, to work, to grow, and connect, I believe spiritually for in so doing, that is the only way to realize connection fully and allow Love to breathe. It can also help us to stop this cycle that we perpetuate of creating more hurt.
I do not know if there will be a Utopia, an ideal state where we coexist peacefully. But I do believe it possible for us to enrich our Lives by knowing our Souls, and that extremes such as occurred the in Colorado can be prevented not because of Law of Man, but because Law of Spirit, one of balance, wholeness, and caring.
‘Dream on… Dream away
I think I’m gonna have to stay
Stay forever’ ~ Color Me Badd (I Adore Mi Amor)
In the past, I have written about Love, Loss, Death, oh how I have written about you Sweet Death, discussed Magic, my encounters with various entities, how it makes sense when One contextualizes Life in layers of consciousness (I.E. God vs. the Devil @ Two Extremes). etc.
I have recounted lessons that I have learned as they were unfolding, after I processed, and before I knew what was to come, as well as revisiting with a new twist when those came as well.
I have shared my blood, my sweat, my tears, and now, here I meditate… AUM Vol. 1, is complete. I have held it in the hands of my Dreams since I was a child. I have climbed to only fall. I have run to have my body give out. I have spread wings and leaped up to fly only to hit the ground. With each fall, each tear of my Being, and each crash, something indomitable has propelled me forward.
I have fought. I tapped when I had to but I kept coming back. I kept up my pursuit. Pursuit of Happiness? Sometimes… Adventures of Mr. Rager? Oh yeah, I relate to that most times, especially in when I was thinking about You, where You were, why You left, why You came back into my life, how, what if, and yeah… Rage. Rage the beginning of my Journey into embracing that we each have our own Path to God and to learn that we even call God by different names, but still, having met Him, through our experience, and in committing to find the Joy in it All since, I know He is cool being called whatever we call so long as we find Him.
I see His message laced in a friend, a Father, as he tells his own son: You got yourself into a tight space Buddy. How you going to get out of it? It’s okay, I got You.
I have felt His message, I first did when I both held and beheld You. And here I am. Years later, physically Older, Spiritually Wiser, and the message remains the same, though now I can appreciate it: Transcendental Love.
The Apocalypse came in my Life, it passed, it ripped everything but my Life itself away. And from the Ashes of all that burned away in the mushroom cloud that enveloped me during those short years, a long time of walking this Path consciously, at first a glance, now with a focus, now I see. I awake, I illuminate, if only because I am not afraid to be Honest, not because I know any secret knowledge. Just because I always speak my Truth.
To share Truth and be open to how it changes. But the one thing that doesn’t change… That Transcendental Love that I feel. As real and amazing as it was, as it is in Light of all that I have been through since. in keeping my Heart open, it does not change, for Love can only be and know Love.
So with Love, I know that whatever expression it takes to be shared, it is with Love that I release what I have learned, because of this All, so that others may have what I wanted but did not know how to do this or why because I needed experience that in order to understand what was and is meant to be shared.
I am but a messenger. Really I am just a man. A man who Loved a woman. A man who Lost. A man, who in many ways Died, in order to Live. There is nothing in the twists and turns of my story that makes me like Jesus. There is nothing of the rocks along my Path that makes me Buddha. Just as there is nothing that makes them just like me. Or You. Any You, who may be reading these words.
We are One. But each of us is unique in and of that One. That’s Truth. It is Beauty. It may seem too esoteric but whatever One chooses to judge Truth as, when peeled away from masks, all there is, is simplicity. Beauty. Love, Sweet Love, and All because I Sweet Death took so much from my Life.
In the Bible, the Book of Job specifically, God took all from Job, who not once cursed God, and only gave him more than he had before because he kept his Faith.
We all have those times in our Lives. Just like the times where we are Muhammad and want to go in our Cave. The same as the Buddha who left his family in order to figure out what was ‘wrong’ with this world. And just like that Man, The Son of, who gave his Life because it is what he believed was a part of his own Path.
Death to Rebirth. Let it be done.
Yesterday was Dream-Like / Today has the feel of a Movie / Tomorrow is not yet of concern /
Like the Movie that’s playing / And the Dream that has passed/ I’ll let whatever Now moves me /To describe that Tense at Last….
The Dream Plus The Movie Became the Poem That is this Life…
The Truth is that Life is like a Dream… A truly wonderful tapestry, filled with beautiful imagery, mystique, and otherworldly magic.
The Truth is that Life is like a Movie… An epic story being told and unfolding around us, each day, sometimes many times a day, in the grand sense, one giant story weaving together to tell us each who we truly are.
The Truth is that Life is Poetry… A testament in words, dancing all around us and that encompasses the fullness of the experience of a Human+Being.
And The Truth with all of the above? Well, That Truth includes Pain, Sorrow, Hate, Fear. It includes all of that because in order to traverse this plane of experience and be set Free in Love, one must know who that One Is, within each and everyone.
Too Esoteric? Too sensitive? Too much like a balloon? Only just getting started Friends…
And like that song goes about ra ra with that Nina, guess what Homies? #ImCashinOut