Receptivity

We speak as though we own the day, as though Life begs, and we obey.

Dear fool, it is the other way, we are the glass, and Life's the wine.

We think we are the player's hand, we strut, we plot, we reprimand.

Yet some unseen, unplanned command, breathes air through this flawed demand. 

To live and cry with such a fuss, so sure the world revolves for us.

But hush, the truth more dangerous, it turns the ego into some vaporous.

We are not landlords, we are lent, a moment's lodging, heaven-sent.

Life tries our shape to know what's meant, by sorrow, kisses, time well spent.

It borrows eyes to see the blue, it borrows lips to whisper "you."

Do not ask who lives the who, the vessel of body and the life are two.

The world exists in God's creation, images for mankind's declaration.

Be humbly of service to be grand, You are the instrument, not the hand.

Act as His living representative, to display his attributes, such love and mercy, to become a part of the absolute.

All perspectives are worthless, be assured, when the heart by the ego is obscured.

Where The Wave Bows

The Sea was calling the mighty One, the wise elephant God under the Sun.

Sitting still at the temple door —

"Come, learn another kind of stillness, and know more."

For there is a stillness that sits, and a stillness that moves and fits.

Ganesha spoke, "Teach me," to the divided, pliable Sea.

The Sea, being the first-born lover, did not answer as a fixed cover,

but placed him on a board where the wave bows, where balance is love in breaking rows.

This is how love teaches —

not by stilling the waves, but by riding them, making you worthy of its rising.

Be still, little self, and be in touch. You were never meant to own as such.

You were meant to be carried, in all waters of life not shy, where trust is the metaphor we live by.

Ganesha saw then, enlightenment is not a mountain to conquer.

It is a wave that comes, takes you, and throws one back on the sand to ponder.

And then, if you are blessed, it comes again, when courage asks for the same.

Keep the mind soft enough to float, heavy enough to stay on board, 

humble enough to know —you are not the rider, you are the riding itself, in a bow.

The board, the body, the breath, all one brief flow between elements, not to test, but to trust.

Another piece of freedom to liberate, when the tide is high, to go again.

And now when he is not sitting still, at the temple, you can see him, in heavy grace, riding the coaster, to get his fill.

The Hierophant

They called him Master, Guru or Priest, he did not life in the temple as some insist.

A meager house drenched with incense, and a kettle that whistled at 4 am times intense. 

The Hierophant wise counselor and holy man, speaks in parallels because he can.

He explains, people want a God, but not his laws, they want love, but not the ritual. They want truth, but not the scripture, everyone has its own picture. 

He would say, " You are confusing the cage for the bird."

Or wondering are steps to wisdom, while ignorance is the fall being blurred. 

He speaks of 5 fingers at the hand for reasons, easy count to face all treason.

Your thumb is for the book you never opened, the pointing finger is for the vow that keeps you broken.

The middle finger is for the teacher you mocked, not accepted and blocked.

The ring finger is for your knees, never learned to bend them to please.

The pinky is for nothing, then silence and stillness is all in genuine nothing.

He speaks about methods to hold the bridge, as both side are the same ridge.

He does want to be holy, or pure, he wants to be understood for sure.

In the morning he sweeps the temple steps at the entry, not because they were dirty.

But because sweeping is a prayer that has no words, and therefore cannot lie conferred. 

Consideration for him is expressed in the countenance, wisdoms established natural romance.

Proprioception (God within)

There is a secret Cartographer in each and everyone, to navigate the world under the sun.

Once upon a time a man who lost his map, not of the world, but of his mental lap.

His eyes were fine, his ears were keen, but somewhere in between unseen.

A quiet clerk inside went on a retreat, the one who knows where are your feet.

The one who lives in tendon, muscle and bone, to make the hand your own.

That was the time one morning, where the man reached for tea, but his hand missed, how could that be?

He saw the cup right there, but his fingers grabbed at empty air.

He went to walk, and walked askew, his legs forgot what legs should do.

I am thinking, therefore I am, he remembers as he hit the jam.

My thoughts are clear and my mind is bright,  why can't I turn left from right.

Without the aid of open eyes, who tells the body where it lies?

An old Seer laughed and said, there's a small God inside your head.

Not in the chapel where you pray, but in the mind that works each day.

He is the one when the body speaks and begs,  simply sits inside your legs.

Measuring stretch, strain and swing, librarian and scorer of everything.

The mysterious autopilot of sense, and most discreet intelligence.

No vision in paints, no ear that hears, yet it held you for all these years.

You thought your 'self' was in your brain, a king upon a thinking throne of sane.

But you are more like murmured lease, between your joints and a state of peace.

That clerk, that god, that quiet friend, who tells you where you start and end. 

Giving you to feel complete not as a thought, but a body very finely wrought.

Not quite in his body to presume, more like a flow of bloom.

A messenger too fast for speech, that keeps you within own reach.

The proprioceptive Clerk back on duty, things take on in simple beauty.

From that day, he walked less proud, no more to please the crowd.

For he had met, beneath the skin, the one who'd always held him in.

The art of understanding the force of space, is to know that the divine liberates the place. 

Senses reveal the hidden realms for sure, to make it a holy procedure.

Lady disquiet

There once was a man who had everything settled, house, children and prayers neatly kettled.

Then one night without reason, without warning, a petit disquiet appeared, just before morning.

She did not knock and simply sat down, with that look of a gentle fraun.

'Are you comfortable' a sweet voice whisper, 'how charmingly small', creatures comfort has a ball'.

Distracted and anoied he ask her to leave, you are ruining my happy home and peace.

But Lady disquiet does not leave because you ask her to, she likes to stay like the sky is blue.

Spirit challenges dread, and souls freedom makes her own bed. Virtues choice and art, to be the author of the heart.

The ache of having no true home, in the world where strange belief still roam.

The spark that lights the holy fire, to pull the soul much higher.

For some it comes as longing in all that speaks, it is the wheel of convenience that squeaks. 

No precise action or pain and more a flaw, some noble truth that open a door ajar. 

The man understood at last, Lady disquiet is not a curse to outlast.

It is a holy friction a sacred unrest, comfort is a trap and Lady disquiet is a quest.

She shatters the illusion to humble the ego, identifying the self in the limbo. 

The waking call towards the cosmic dance, to take the hand to wisdoms enhance. 

The Sea Within

From cold-water shore to open, wide space, my heart conceives its thoughts in place.

It births desire with views I admire, waves longing for far places, rip tides that inspire.

My thoughts draw close to the horizon's line, only to see it recede a gentle, soft design.

My love, a ship that sails into your heart, while morning light calls a new day to start.

Expand my heart to the width of the sky, that cosmos may mirror in my spirit, flying high.

Moved by ecstasy, my heart becomes a restless sea, drawn by night's call and light's mystery.

What enchanted grace, what union to pursue, the vastness of space reveals love's presence, true. 

Modern Ozimandis

 A voter from a trending land, told about a giant billboard so tall, by the highway, where the traffic in crawl.

A grinning face with teeth whiter than bone, I ALONE CAN FIX IT ALL, in prominent tone.

The image is peeling and one eye is torn, pigeons have nested in the mouth that swore.

Golden words underneath, I am the honourable, Leader, Father and Future, vote for the unity and believe this rapture.

Many years later nothing beside remains about that grinning wreck, potholed road, the empty clinic, the dry tap, the jobless youth, what the heck.

The people of ignorance and need of control, not knowing digging their own grave hole.

The wicked and needy creatures not knowing love, believing they are all above.

The more they shop and need to have, the more it proofs being an emotional slave.

We built them higher, with our small fears, for simple answers, pretence and jeers.

Disquite is the wheel that quicks, and the disharmony that speaks. 

Humanity in small proportion has the trust in divine intervention, when compassion is each other's prevention.

Time and slow accountant comes at last, with a mirror and some welcome laughs.

All that will remain of this mighty reign and of our trust, the faded face and great embarrassment when the dust turned to dust. 

The Hermit

The struggle of power to control other is senile and rude, immature and insensitive crude.

The true occultist in refined taste,considers inferiors exhibits as waste.

There is no need for desires display,like a desperate flaunt at end of day.

The wise man seeks not some part, but the whole of the living art.

Knowledge declares of what is what,wisdom knows what is not in that.

Knowledge is the price of a ring, wisdom speaks about love to bring.

He does not escapes darkness with a prayer, he lights a candle and invites into a stimulus foyer.

Dancing shadows, vanity and wounded pride, fickle creatures at the wall in the room inside.

He refuses all but truth to see, to know the self and to be truly free.

Not the self that needs to show, but the self to observe the quiet, down below.

As above, so below and brilliant law, as within, without a flaw.

The far-off cosmos so very near, the tangible light in touch is here.

To Know the impossible how dare and bold, in quite of pure gold.

In silence, wisdom learns to stay, to be calm and precise for the day.

People want to be so great, the Hermit wants to be in all awake.

In the nothing to have it all, when happiness is at heart befall.

Poverty reveals itself not by having too little, but by wanting more to become brittle.

The Hermit without force and ambition, let's life unfold in perfect condition.

With his head on the ground, he listen to the higher calling in prophetic sound. 

Peace in wild things

 To be in peace with wild things has a wit, what makes it with them to fit. 

On lonely roads and in life schools, bless them for refusing all the rules.

To seek the wild — the fox, the wren, that peace might be from them, not men.

Men will tell you peace is much toil and fuss, a treaty signed, a war we did not lose.

The wild knows better, peace is simply thus, to be and to be left to be without a fuss.

The heron does not argue with the sky, simply takes the magnificent not shy.

The elephant in majestic point to see, he never held the grudge to be, he is free.

People think that peace must be achieved, acquired, to be immensely much desired.

Cathedrals for it and sacred books, with furrowed, philosophic, anxious looks.

While all the time the Hawk on the bough, is living peace know quite how.

To be in peace with wild things to know, You are a wild thing, even so.

In You there is a feral grace, that cannot be confined to time and place.

A part of You that will not come when called, that can't be improved or walled.

When that wild in You meets wild with them, weathers wind and starry diadem.

There is no handshake no accord to sign, only a sudden sense of divine.

It speaks through deeper sense, if You have remembered how, and recall to know.

To be in peace with wild things by dear, some gentle whispers in the ear. 

How things should be and for one blessed hour, to let the world be wild, and have its power.

My genuine Self

 To be truly self and rarest thing, is not being other's suffering.

Not wearing a face of approvals art, losing or pleasing one's own honest heart.

The authentic self is not loud or leading boast, or ever the bride of most.

To know one's light, is to know the shade, to see the ghost in lights fade.

No smiling mask and procrastinated Carnival, the soul never meant to be a circus ball. 

Fools perform for every crowd, hiding truth that can't speak out.

In stillness is the divine send, my friend - the identity of counsel without end.

In this cosmic deep within, like seen in light of night, many small treasures all at sight. 

They call You as soul of same, softly by your truest name.

Be the same when no one is looking on, when You twinkle with that mighty on and on.

In that enchanted charm and spirit free, the authentic self is simply all at once - to see. 

Wondering the gain in that magic view, nothing in between within to renew. 

The tossed coin in the hand from both sides to see, choices in the living free. 

The nuisance within no more to hide or fear, all in perfect now and near. 

The true face of clarity in this divine image, formless love of modest message. 

The love written in the lights of parables for sure, rare and true made to cure. 

When one ceases to pretend, the universe is one's best friend.

To love - is to be in no seem, dearest magic of most extraordinary dream.

And yet the only one worth dreaming, all else is just a entertaining feeling. 

Being born in this cosmic sphere, is being an original in God's loving here.

Life's privilege is to be what You truly are, in the midst of all magic within, and out there very far. 

Moonlightserenities

 Moonlight full at beaches gentle bright, Irie serene and magic night.

White waving tops rolling shore and silver glow, walking along warm soft winds blow.

Jasmine fragrances in whispers soft and free, my old soul in awe and simply be.

No need to think or need to do at all, that Moonlight has me in a crawl. 

Serenities so bright, mysterious and deep, where waking souls and seeming dreams do meet.

Wondering ponder of what are you, 

are you the light of a Gypsy too?

I smile with that wondering magic light, for I feel being the keeper of that night.

One love, one serene moon, one open poetic door, one man who cannot asks for any more.

Moonlight falls upon my face, where I have found my resting place.

Mirrored reflection stretching horizon,

melodies of the night and its reason.

Others in similar places in this Moonlight feel the same, when love has the magic mental tame.

Dreamers who find their way in this serenity, touching surealities to know reality. 

Hidden desire

 The hidden desire of the Creator in clear sight, to be known by another in respected right.

Treasures of human capacities to be found, for eyes to see all-round.

To love, and to be loved by free will, observed by unconditional living in still.

To roam the world to discover, no land to claim as a true lover. 

Hidden modesty to be free when turned away, to be real when turn toward the real of the day. 

Choices of gifts for the Creator to himself, precious awareness in it-self.

For the love to become many, to remember the One in any. 

Micro livings into billions, echoes from the light that surrounds us in trillions.

Playing hide-and-seek for sure, for life to discover the cure.

The separateness and hidden spot too good, trembles to be found and viewed.

The hidden desire and identity, is to forget the all important necessity.

So He can have the joy of being a part of others, remembering Himself as sisters and brothers.

Shores between Creator and creation,loving thoughts as prayer and salvation.

Hidden desire is not to stay on this side praying, being the Argonaut of love is the living word saying.

Sages of antiquity spoke of that light to taste, when His own light through your eyes has been graced. 

When His own love returns through your trembling heart, not feeling anymore apart. 

The world of creation and hidden desire speaks keen, "I am waiting to be seen."

Godly simulation

 From the first breath and slap on the bum, love's confession speaks it's sum.

Gods intentions and reincarnation,

is the divine love simulation.

Living feeling and experiencing, nature, touching soul witnessing.

Seasons of growth and reflection,

individualization towards perfection.

Stimulating stories that hold belief,

mental threshold as relief.

The stage of life in action presence,

where the self adapts into essence.

Apparent visions from many lives before, gifts of inherent talent score. 

Prophecies and not future told, present deeply lived and very old.

Living sympathies and meaning,

awaken rapture of hearts yearning.

Making sure of the ethical conduct,

future obeys without interrupt.

Moments fame at needed time, precision of years that did refine.

Gracious times in loving shares,

true, clear, awake and all it cares.

The author of life and story told,

whispering script very bold.

The simulation and act to play,

character in practice part to say.

Godly direction and story telling,

respected love-soul dwelling. 

The Conductor

 Cosmic timing at some stage of no relevance, until the ideal of living time in a dream established some radiance.

The dream in the dream as solid stimulant, for the schooling of love experience as musical instrument.

The cosmic orchester acted to the conducters divine baton, gentle precise opening by some gracious notes like a rising dawn.

The silent dark lit up in colours of dualities, like magical twinkling embracing formalities.

Gigantic notes of low and high creating globes, forthwith to turn a spiral octave strobe.

The choir of celestial voicing hymn, weaving the day into a magic rising and promise dim.

Musical images and it's loving texture become subtle, sunrise lights up the great valley.

Living forces of wild life with flowing streams, rhythmic pulse attractions all seams.

Harmonious build up from river to ocean, wind instruments carry the playful notion.

The vibrating air now in choirs harmony, opening flowers wishes to complete this symphony.

Sighs and shivers from shores of earth, stars unfold into infinite rebirth.

Swerves and turns back on itself sensation, contracts and expands the gem of creation.

The conductor now in ecstatic magnificent, infinite harmonic order so vigilant.

Celestial foresting

 

Milky light from the nurtured shape of moon, early hours dew of loom.

Fractions of grey yellow forcing the firmament, a spiritual sanctuary in its element.

The light of kind and compassion for all, twilight in misty foliage gentle fall.

Chill dark streams turning into soft blue therein, like in half a sleep I have been.

Rising eternity by lights love bring forth, stretching landscapes seeking warm thirsty north.

Morning light showered my face, sensing blessings in that gentle warm place.

Trailing clouds and song of birds become, fresh faith miracle in a sanctuary and home.

Celestial display in perpetual benediction as praise, beholds the joy in the delight of a maize.

Stillness is nature's priest, stretching beams of holiness from the east.

In this precious vision of given splendid, it only seems to be this way attended.

Behold the moment in this rising bliss, mother earth provides eternal pleasure with a gentle kiss.

Fragments from the dream maker to the dreamers of human life, dialogues and testament of love in strife.

As if this whole living vocation, are endless loving imitation.

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Milky light from the nurtured shape of moon, early hours dew of loom.

Fractions of grey yellow forcing the firmament, a spiritual sanctuary in its element.

The light of kind and compassion for all, twilight in misty foliage gentle fall.

Chill dark streams turning into soft blue therein, like in half a sleep I have been.

Rising eternity by lights love bring forth, stretching landscapes seeking warm thirsty north.

Morning light showered my face, sensing blessings in that gentle warm place.

Trailing clouds and song of birds become, fresh faith miracle in a sanctuary and home.

Celestial display in perpetual benediction as praise, beholds the joy in the delight of a maize.

Stillness is nature's priest, stretching beams of holiness from the east.

In this precious vision of given splendid, it only seems to be this way attended.

Behold the moment in this rising bliss, mother earth provides eternal pleasure with a gentle kiss.

Fragments from the dream maker to the dreamers of human life,

dialogues and testament of love in strife.

As if this whole living vocation, are endless loving imitation.

Cloture

Cloture is a French term for the art of closer; it is the ability to create in the mental parliament the decision to establish a new rule or law to live by.

Spirituality is the testing ground of faith over a period of hardship or challenge that examine and strengthen the individual's resilience and need the honesty of those new laws of beliefs.

Cloture becomes the refining of values that connects to the spiritual divinity of a higher power. One's true testimony, that is maintained by faith during difficult uncertainties, are the cloture test of times with contentment.

These challenges are the living spirit to reveal one's true character to force the self to prioritize spiritual beliefs over ego feelings or old habits.

The pruning of one's lifestyle is the forced growth to remove what no longer serves the individual and cloture, to create space for a more resilient and spiritual mature self.

 Enduring these trials leading to a deeper and more profound faith, that is not dependent on feelings or favorable circumstances from others.

Cloture here is the surrendering to the greater good to obey the higher purpose, even when it is very costly or difficult. Life challenges are divine callings that ask for adaptation and belief above personal desires in the face of one's integrity.

Spiritual values are above all in the relationship with God, where the hermetic principal of cause and effect are the ultimate power of the divine.

The character of achievement or success is the performance in the social whole of self depend on the intimate relationship of one's precise use of the adequate pure motive.

The divine order and its precise form is the unconditional love, which is experienced in the natural healing properties to act in a manner what reasons fails to touch and only faith can reach.  

Spiritual forms or laws as patterns in life remain forever unless they are transformed by a new creative act.

The only way to polish the raw diamond of the self to the spiritual formless love is the creative renewal of new values and cloture in the form of one's activity with the focus to maintain those values.

The clarity and reflective colors of the polished diamond is the light of the universal spirit and values beyond all times that cuts easily through all issues in the mental prison with precision. 

All who cling to their mental imprisonment or ghosts, weather cherished, feared or hatred will come to the point of validation, where death is the release for the soul to be alive.

A spirit-born realization is not just a missing stone in the spiritual Cathedral; it is the essence and one's identity with all other manifestations.

Re-embodied must be the spiritual factor into new forms of perspectives to establish new substances of life.

The art of dying is the art of living, which is practiced in many traditions, and is the solution to the new embodiment, or the living reincarnations to solve karma and the unfinished cause of effect over previous life times. In order to realize the divine perfection one must focus on the imperfect self, not by the realisation that one realizes God; it is in the God-realization that one realizes the self. 

The cloture and new mental parliament order is the safe guard against the tragedies of the world, for it brings closer to one's spiritual evolution and the kingdom of God.

In the world of divine intention there is nothing that is accidental, for all situations in life work towards some liberated presence.

Life itself becomes a scripture to the kindled soul, where the chapters and constitution of the self complete the book of truths.

The phenomenon of Memory

 The cognitive faculty of the brain to remember, store, and retrieve information over time is a individual magic. 

The hippocampus and mental memory sphere is the foundation of learning and the personal identity.

It creates the ability to navigate with past experience to influence every action.  The process of perceiving and converting sensory input makes it a magical surviving skill.

Much research has been but into this phenomenon, with neuroscience and psychology, which is still a ongoing task. Nature’s ability of consciousness is the big question to find out more about memories of previous lives and the experiences of people with near-death-experiences and its recall.

Even with plants who have no brain but behave like a functional memory and do the seeming impossible.

Psychology knows today that we all have different abilities of short or long-term memories which causes much of the trouble in which people are in.

Unconscious information that guides behavior, such as talented skills, bad habits, and ingrained bodily reflexes are called neuroplasticity.

Dreams and deja-vu are a part of this phenomenon of memory, which is not a exact, flawless recording and the mind creates psychic images.

People with memory issues by forgetting or recalling false memories, has a lot to do with memory conformity and influenced distortion by social influence. 

They recall something that did not actually happen or recall it differently from the way it actually was. The mediocrity of medias to tell a story in these days are the vulnerable playground of useless information.

Just as it is important to our ability to encode memories, it is our ability to store them. Memory is not a unitary faculty of the mind but is composed of multiple systems that creates character and the individuation of a ongoing process, especially when one gets older.

In spiritual context, memory is the anchor of faith and the connection to the divine, to draw meaning from the past to sustain the present.

The danger here, as well comes from social influenced traditions, which can be seen as a gift and a sacred responsibility or a course to live to some karma which needs some serious conscious decision. Remembering is considered a spiritual practice, which needs to lead to liberation towards peace of mind and healing.

 When traditional order does work against one’s free good will and interferes, the accumulated impressions of past experiences and lifetimes, become a daupt that create subconscious patterns that causes individuals to repeat the same life cycles over and over in the thinking process doing God’s work.

 Psychic footprints which are experienced, have reasons for good, and need to be investigated as conscious manifestations as a part of cleansing poorly placed memory habits, governed by genetic or ancestral memories.

The purity of the soul and love consciousness of memory is the bridge between one’s earthly life and the soul’s nature.

The awakening is all about “remembering” the fundamental truths, the soul already knows.

Memory and the virtue of forgiveness are the eternal spirit of compassion memory and divine plan that requires transforming how one can engage with painful memories.

Individuals can view these events through a lens of grace and resilience rather than pain and false beliefs.

The spirituality of memory is the only true liberation, and not to give way to one’s faults by being passive towards them, creating passive aggressions and the eternal inner war and illness like cancer.

When a memory defect becomes common in some religion it is considered as the normal state.

A humiliated conscious memory dims the radiance of the countenance and is replaced with pretence to worship in vain.

Apocalypse Love

 

Every breath one takes is the compassion of the divine and the inspirational manifestation in the law of attraction. It emphasizes the power of positive thoughts to bring out any desired reality.

True manifestations need to be owned, as one can only receive that which is already owned on some level of life experience.

Gratitude and acknowledgement is the activation for manifestations.

The realization or fulfillment of a potential need is the complete love story to capture the inspiration.

The law of attraction are the divine principle to bring positive or negative thoughts into one’s life.

The intuitive act of childlike imaginations is the innocent playground for positive thinking.

The wishful or perceptual idea that attracts a concept into the reality from a mental image towards a desired outcome will establishes the apocalypse, in the form of given divine love. Maybe only for a moment, but still a little enlightenment which has to be maintained with persistent belief. If it becomes an escape for light hearted entrainment, one has to understand that love rises in emotion and falls in passion. 

The living abundance and its conscious creation by one's thoughts creating intentions that create reality.

Dreaming about the castle in the air needs the labour of love, brick by brick to build a house on earth.

Imaginations are the key to everything and a preview of life's coming attractions to experience the

natural happiness that comes with natural attainments. 

Wishful thinking of leadership to create a better place for everybody is superficial entertainment, as they are the leeches without creative abilities to take advantage of others inferiors to dream big. Human suffering is the first call we have to answer for truly to become.

Great intention and action sets frequencies into the cosmos of motions to deliver the impossible, as it is Gods nature to conspire in that wavelength of compassion. 

Everybody cares about their own body to function perfectly not realising the greater body of humanity and God's creation in need for everybody's intention towards peace and shared resources. 

The celebration of life is not in the look what one's is or have, it is how much compassion is materialized.

Truth and its conscious commitment is the Holy Spirit and invisible spheres between the inner world and the outer reality.

The vision of once true destiny does not exist in institutions that promise the great solution, where most people hoping to find happiness and a safe life-style.

Wealth and power is the placebo effect for the absence of imagination and true creativity, that has transformational magic to establish the apocalypse of manifestation in the without. True reality comes from the projection of thoughts that is acknowledged to accelerate the manifestation process.

Happiness is a metaphor of creation and intelligence, which become obvious watching unfulfilled people just consuming, polluting and wasting.

Creativity is a state of consciousness to bring the harmony of beauty into manifestation that has true influence and impact.

Conscious manifestation is about the nurturing aspect of once power to manifest.

The mastering of manifestation is the completion of once story towards a new world order that walks on water.

It is only the attitude to the problem that is the problem, to claim once power in confidence is the knowing to the solution, or the problem is reaching back and claims the self.

Apocalypse love is the profound meaning in the survival of a chaotic world that reflects a transformation of life towards the purification of the soul where love endures.

The world ends with the breaking of the heart and all virtues of righteousness have no meaning, then peace will not come to a lover’s heart, until one becomes love itself.

Spiritual bypassing

 Psychology and the group hype in spiritual practices is the avoiding of uncomfortable human emotions and unresolved psychological issues. 

That love and light behaviour reflects only the superficiality of a Barby dolls wedding. The contemporary divine feminine becomes an escapism, instead of doing the hard work to process reality facing the truth.

They forget about the divine masculine to see the necessary truths in the emotional experience. 

Which turns into the passive aggressions to justify accountability by retreating into emotional hype of similarities with others.

This false transcendence or turning the volume up for a better sound or raising of vibration is a hype in a social context like in a stadium when one's team just scored. This is spiritual escapism, because it looks as one is so deep and doing the work.

Stupidity is build from the ego and fights wisdom wherever it is necessary.  Condescension display on social medias and webpages with its resumes are toxic positivity, when spiritual concepts are used to justify the facts of reality.

Naive concepts are the Gaslighting

and perspectives which show the reflections of one's true value and to make a profit from the very same attachment.

False positivity is the insistence that the mind should override authentic emotional experience, and the oldest game in emotional manipulation.

Unfortunately those superficial truth are deeply embedded in many spiritual teachings that emphasize instantaneous bliss and is the biggest problem in spiritual communities.

The resistance to change involves the use of spiritual practices, so that a person can, mainly unconsciously, avoid the pain and righteously fight for the cause.

What righteousness is that, if it cannot provide happiness for all?

Humanity in its predicament is the spiritual superficiality, which is based on ignorance with astonishment, which is another form of ignorance.

Every form of escapism that involves seeking refuge in spiritual beliefs to practice, are the tendencies to over-interpret everything and are the filler for anxieties and fears.

Humanity is a divine non-binary institution of unity in eyes of the supreme intelligence. 

Radical religious people are involved in a stupid denial of what is really happening and therefore involved in the hatred war, consciously or not.

This approach doesn’t work because it’s escapism in spiritual concepts and the ignorance, which is the root of all evil.

This global phenomenon and it's ancestral behaviour is a common human behavior that is not unique to the spiritual arena, where the absurdity of power is at its poorest interlect in order of superior arrogance to cover up the inferiors of leadership. 

Spiritual Individuality

The battle of true spiritual individuality with the detachment of the self as ego and the risk of creating isolation in the absorbing self. The growth towards conscious unity with the divine  requires detaching the self from dogmatic institutions and ideals.

True individuality has its own belief infrastructure, because of past lives experiences. All commodities are but a tool towards a personalized faith

that is longing towards the liberated meaning beyond all rigorous discipline.

The fact of numerous spiritual modalities are actually only an alphabet where the creative spirit finds it's true higher self.

What works for one individual does not mean, it will work for everybody.The unique, divine spark of the soul and it's path only shares the same issue to dissolve the ego.

The story of the young and eager monk, asking the elder where to find God, has been answered with the conclusion, only in the silence of your room. Some teachers are concerned when one is focusing entirely on the individuality, as this the spiritual experience can lead to spiritual blindness or spiritual narcissistic behaviour.

Which only proofs that the ego is not disolved, then in the presence of the divine one should feel only as second to none

Every psychological issues needs to be released in the ocean of consciousness and purity of love.

Any personality and sense of self is very inconsistent and unreliable, because it is based on appearance.

True spirituality is individual and based on people's unique experiences, whereas religion is the effort made in a group to get in touch to share.

The spirit of the human body was send into the artificial world that the mind meets every conventionality, in which are the tragedies of life are found. The Prophets that entered this world are the painters of the perfect ideal, which is beyond most people's comprehension. The Shaman and healer sets himself into the trance beyond the ego to touch the reality of interconnectedness to see the issues in time. The Seer distinguished between the real and the unreal, until he arrives at the place where all is reality.

The free Will

In spiritual terms the free will is the capacity to make meaningful choices

to maintain the integrity of goodness and not be driven by the impulse of fate. The ability to align one's action with love and a divine purpose. 

In a world of pretence and ignorance the free will is a prerequisite for authentic love and the truth are the true value and sincerity. 

The free will is the driving force of spiritual evolution and the fruits of the hereafter. The becoming is an active participation in one's destiny and not a loose cannon of circumstances. The testing ground and at times difficult challenges are the schooling of the individuality to maintain the seeming impossible.

The ego considers the free will as the ability to "do whatever it wants", which proofs itself as a fatalities with dire consequences. Being in financial depth are one of those chained reasons, which forces people to create unethical conduct out of desperation.

Great teachers emphasizing that we are a co-creator from and with the divine to liberate the mind of sensual attachments. All intentions, thoughts, and daily choices shapes the individual reality and energy field to retain the absolute freedom to choose how to respond. 

Spiritual intelligence is the mystical love of God and creation in the first place to maintain the facilities of intuitive perspectives  exercise the true free will and the souls awareness, which expresses itself as love-wisdom.

Long before one is consciously justify a decision, the brain is already processing and constructing behavioral outcomes beneath our own awareness. It has to do with the maturity of the soul, which challenges humanity’s deepest assumptions, that the conscious self is the true author of action.Society is built upon the assumption of individual power and when the free will is challenged and becomes unstable, the nature of the self becomes questionable.

Human beings and their belief are challenges of experience which is constructed from eternal life experiences and unconscious processes that interact through memories, emotions and influential environment and given perceptions.

I have in my own experience as spiritual counselor observed where orthodox female Muslim turn to Hare Krishna and Jewish man turn to Buddhism and turning their belief into different philosophies and consciousness.

In the depth of the mind, the reality examining itself through the longing of the love form to experience the total of the cosmos as the genuine free will. In the truly free will, we are in the service of God and humanity and means that we each work for all.

A nation or the individual with a guilty conscious will rob the free will of its power. The free will in creation of goodness establishes trueness, which is a divine quality.

The alchemy of stilling the heart

The alchemy of the body and mind depends on the understanding of the spirit that turns lesser metals into gold. The newborn child and in exile from the heavens, turn the heart to precious gold. The virtue of duty is the pleasure of doing so, turn the task to gold. The golden benefit of the word almighty is in its realisation. 

If one can no longer feel the golden love, it proves it was just a golden cover and one never really loved. 

If one cannot see the eternal gold of God's love in others, one will not see Him anywhere. The golden coins in one's hand matter very little, as the inwards realization of the eternal love

of God is the presiousness. 

The alchemy starts to know that God is what is wanting to complete oneself. The clarification towards in the quest of the golden truth, is the seperation of ignorance. Love that cannot endure the real gold, is the fake of the hearts illusion. 

The golden refinement to follow the will of God can only happen by practicing self-denial.

As much the golden knowledge of plurality begins all life, it is the same knowing that in consciousness of unity is life's culmination and true wisdom. Precious intelligence and holding golden peace is far more difficult than exercising a war for generations to feed on destructive metals. The claim of the golden Christhood seemed to be too great for Jesus in the eyes of some people, therefore He was crucified with lesser metal by those intolerant people.

The realization of the golden truth is the greatest luxury. Whereas the ashes of facts is the illusion of truth.

The Labyrinth

 A labyrinth is an ancient walking meditation that has a single, winding path leading to a central point. 

It's symbolic interpretation and metaphor for life's journey to take easy steps, to facilitate a deeper connection to the divine, in one's inner true self. 

Unlike a maze like politics or capitalism, which is built to confuse everybody that forces everybody into choices between dead ends and stress, the labyrinth leads to the solution of contentment and peace of mind. Which are the greatest good there is.  It  is used as a tool to focus on the journey rather than just the destination.

The releaze of the purgative mind can be established with the journey less traveled let go of the noise, stress, and mental burdens. Reaching the center  should have created stillness  with clarity from intuitive listening.

The walk back out  should be a tracing of one's  profound thoughts that gained peace to share with the world.

The spiral movement and cone of reflecting  cosmic alignments  mirrors life's  ever extending seasons far beyond the hereafter to complete the pilgrimage of a eternal sanctuary.. The labyrinth therefore is a localized alternative to long-distance pilgrimages and its sacred sites.

The path spirals back and forth, connecting the left rational mind and right intuitive  mind  to establish a equilibrium of  masculine and feminine qualities.

Walking a labyrinth is often described

as poetic metaphor for life's self- discovery  and healing.

 Wellington, Andrew Murray institute of spirituality.