Are You Capable of Being True To Yourself?

True II

“This Above All, To Thine Own Self Be True” – states Polonius in Hamlet.  It is sound advice to be sure but unfortunately, goes unheeded by many.  Far too many for far too long throughout the ages have succumb to the will of others not understanding who they really are opting instead to be who or what others desire them to be.   In this instance, there is “no truth” but only a shallow image projected before us that gives no rest serving only to diminish the reality formed around us into an increasing, self-delusional reverie.  How then, has this become the standard by which one finds an easier world in which to reside?

I believe the need for acceptance outweighs truth for most.  The desire to be loved and to a certain degree deified has by-passed all logical and rational reasoning.  Why else would being the wealthiest; having the most expensive car and residence; wearing the most stylish clothes; being in the company of the best looking companion; having the most social media followers or doing things for others that is contradictory to ones true nature or desire mean so much?  Human Beings are by nature social creatures and just being part of something is not enough for most.  One must “stand out and be noticed”.  To be “ordinary” is unacceptable by our groomed nature if not by design.  Let’s face it, we are programmed daily to be more than ordinary and usually for a tidy price.  There is always someone profiting from our desire to be noticed or glorified and the only reason they are so successful is because we surrender who we are to them.  We surrender our truth.

There is an enormous amount of growth and maturation awaiting the Human Race and it all begins with being true to ourselves.  So I say to everyone, “This above all, To thine own self be true!”.

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundiThoth

 

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New Horizons

Regret & Reflection II

There in the distance lies evidence of the great force of the wind in the sails that went previously unnoticed

There just beyond the mountain peak, rays of sun-light illuminate hidden valley pathways leading to cavernous indentations of the landscape before unseen

At my side, diligently standing but never before appreciated remains friend, comforter and confidant always taken for granted

Now the death of an old life is at hand and new horizons await.  That which had been muzzled by ignorance and vanity is finally released from the blast of Gabriel’s Trumpet

I shook with fear and then cried tears of joy as I came to understand the true nature of the journey is in each step taken and not the journey’s end

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundiThoth

 

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Just A Thought

Mystic II

Anything that one can say has been said

Anything that one can hear has been heard

All that one can think has been thought of and all that one can feel has been felt

All knowledge is known and awaits rediscovery

Therefore, the greatest treasure that can be obtained is the wisdom that lies dormant in each of creation’s inhabitants

and the will…and the choice…and the courage to reveal it and our place within the Great Design

Ponder IIICalvin & Hobbes

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi Thoth II

A Prayer from the Weary Child

Enki I

A world immersed in greed, envy, pettiness and turmoil

Its inhabitants suffering from delusions of grandeur and complete amnesia with connections to the past – that which binds them cohesively to the here and now

Here I sit contemplating “why” and the meaning of “what was” and “what is” against a backdrop of the noise of humanity and their devious machinations

There is no peace, there is no serenity, there is no balance

until what was lost is found again and the integrity of both who and what we truly are has been restored

Where our parents moved freely among us endeavouring to mentor in all that can be known and reveling in each infant step taken forward

Take a look round now and see how far we have devolved even with contemporary comforts and technology; it seems as though our very existence has come undone

I beg then in the name of our Father of old to grant me the tranquility of the knowledge of Ancestors past and the embodiment of His wisdom

To dwell amongst Family where the distance between Heaven and Earth are mere steps to be traversed with little effort

Reveal to me the times of Enki and of Enlil and the Heavenly Hosts that once were prevalent and abided with us on Terra Firma

Within there is no judgement, no sides to be taken but only understanding, knowledge and the wisdom of all things that are sought as a constant companion

Therefore, be not far from me, hear my plea and make haste to minister unto me

 

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

Point To Ponder XIV

Mystic II

What good is the flame if no warmth emanates from it

What good is a name if no one knows it

What good does it do to touch if you cannot feel

What good is a thought if no other comprehends it

What good is a voice if no one can hear you

What good is life if it is not lived

 

Ponder III

Calvin & Hobbes

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

 

 

A Prayer For The Dying

Prayer_for_me II

Sipping on Redd in bed with Santitas by my side can’t ease the pain. Nor does the initial euphoria felt when the mobile beeps notification only to realise that it is the senseless communication that is the addiction.

Another day in a contemplative state pondering what’s this life for. Vivid paint stares back at me in the dark from incomplete works, the mirror of a myriad of past emotions from Vino in Veritas. Trying to find that balance between “what is” and “what is not” consumes both the conscious and subconscious mind alike.

Was Thoth this mired in self-reflection – examining both the meaningful and meaningless on this journey in pursuit of pure wisdom and self-actualization? Regardless of the answer, isolation is the constant companion of those who set upon this quest to quench the thirst for wisdom.

There are no sigils or talismans to protect on the lonely and perilous expedition. The culmination of this crusade is surely a slow and methodical death to reveal the mysteries of life.

Therefore think of me and offer up one last prayer for the dying. May peace and your perfect Heaven await.

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi Thoth II

 

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21st Century Life

21st Century III

Angst consumes me with every word that is heard and spoken; with every image my eyes behold

The foul stench of the chemical industrial air suffocates metamorphing the foundations of every living thing

Nary a word of truth is ever spoken and ignorance is the universal law that is forced upon the masses and the classless classes to their jubilation

Mammon is the god of choice – desired and worshiped above all others

Can you see it?  Can you hear it?  Can you feel it?

Where to turn for truth? Where to turn for justice? Where to go for an infinitesimal grain of peace or for just a piece of infinitesimal grain to nurture the body?

Sustenance in bounty everywhere but none fit for consumption. With conflict so lucrative, the price of repose is at an all-time premium so no rest for the weary.

There is at least tekhnologia to surrender self and conscience without consideration of consequence.21st Century IV  Ha, I like that said the blind man.

I can see it!  I can hear it!  I can feel it!

My God, how did the chalice get so empty and we not realise it?

Oh well, fuck it! Let’s just have some cake and sing…

Ponder III

Calvin & Hobbes

 

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

This Exasperating RACE – a poem

Human Race II

A new dawn, a new day

but yesterday lingers with thoughts of tomorrow

…and I must say I don’t speak Spanish but I feel good about myself anyway

 

Oh, there they go again just six feet above me

trying to dazzle on their self-perceived exclusive high-wire while lecturing how inadequate the masses are!

They should really buy a vowel ’cause they haven’t got a clue

 

The sun seems  so Blue up there all alone

That’s quite strange since Monday is gone

No worries, I’ll just wait for the moon because my reflection says I’m looking pretty pale in the light

I guess I might as well leave now and prepare for my Orchestral Maneuvers in the Dark

…You know, I don’t speak French but I feel good about myself anyway

 

Who goes there, just beneath the shadow of that glass throwing stones?

I really can’t recognise them but their familiarity is Breeding contempt

She really should have kept the Trojans close because that thing He gave birth to would have been aborted by anyone else

No worries though, I’m draped in my own Fast Fashion with my own Personal Jesus so I’m not concerned

I guess I must be moving on now because I can’t remember to keep my eyes closed before my tongue deceives me

Walking barefoot in this Valley with my Shadow behind me seems so crowded I could die

I wish I had more time alone with myself to lay on these 23 Palms in this Desert of Despair and relax but these infernal beasts just won’t release or give me peace, or surcease from sorrow

So with this Communal Cup half empty, I’ll just have to keep pace of this Race that I just can’t seem to fathom or trust

Perhaps I’ll just go to Sleep, Deep and search for the answers that I seek from protective Parents who are always with me

No matter the case, I have to unequivocally say

…I speak no damn English but I Love myself anyway

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

Human Race I

In the Blink of an Eye…a poem

Hourglass I

Blink and another thought passes…

Blink twice and another year goes by…

Blink thrice and a love is lost…

Blink four times and youth gives way to old age…

Blink many times and before you realise it, life has faded away…

What have you done in between the blinks to make every moment of the life that was given worth while?

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

Hourglass VI