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

 

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e pluribus Unum (A Poem)

E Pluribus Unem II - by Warlock Molly

Parallel Dimensions by WorlockMolly

Contemplating space and place is all consuming for one who has no space in this place

Yet here is where I reside in form yet undeniably outside of this time, outside of this space, outside of this being and outside of convention

Thought, thinking, remembering, forgetting, agonizing, hoping against hope but feeling the potential of possibilities unseen

Images and faces laced in clouded emotion bare witness to both what was and what will be

Though I am here, fragments of self beckons to be seen, heard and understood from a myriad of mansions in dimensions that claim prime of reality and truth all their own

There is no substance only embers – barely visible, remotely comprehensible

“Learn, understand, mature and morph into that which has been prophesied”, they implore as I remain just beyond the barrier’s rim

“We know your fears; we feel your pain – for we too have suffered and traversed that very chasm mired in darkness as you will also”

“You will add to us and we to you, becoming ONE in form and in consciousness”

There, which is not there, will have no space, no place and no trace of time

After there will be a moment of rest but only for a season

For WE resolve to Evolve, therefore there is no ending only renewed beginnings

Doors opening and closing and then opening again without end

Mystic I

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

 

Just A Thought (You Should Think Too!)

Mystic II

How are you feeling now? Consumed within the confines of your self-erected kingdom,  you continue to stack stones in order to secure the “nothingness” that lies within not comprehending that the blast from a trumpet will always reduce the fortified walls to rubble. Can you not see that what you have created and accumulated is worthless?  A world of dust erected by Beings of dust that will eventually return to dust.

From whom did you acquire this paradigm and from what power do you derive authority? The authority to take what you will? The authority to wage war, to conquer, to defile land and souls, to subjugate and to enslave? By what hand were you taught to fashion bows and arrows? By what hand were you taught to destroy?

Who determined that something as asinine as Hue and Religion or as inconsequential as Gender would be the defining factor in what your status is to be as well as the ability to direct, manipulate and control the world around you?  Who gave you the right to determine “who is Being” and who is “less of Being?”  To Be or Not To Be seems to be a question that is answered within the engineered mind that shakes the spear in self-deluded importance.  There is neither meaning nor reason in this.

For the Spark that birthed All did so in equality of what is, what will pass and what is to come igniting forever a dispassionate, unbiased and self-sustaining reality.  Giving it’s child the perception of Life and Death balancing out an equation that contemporary intelligence can not now decipher or define.

Ponder III

Calvin & Hobbes

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

 

Art by Gil Bruvel

 

To Do What I Was Created To (a Poem)

My Destiny IV

Enterprise was an inheritance designated by my Father at conception, vigilantly monitored and protected by Allatori.  There was no doubt that there would be no assimilation with the surrounding world.  Apprehension, Confusion, Curiosity, Reclusion were but a few of my companions.

Never so mysterious was the meaning of the dawn of each new sunrise and the ascension of darkness culminating in nightfall.

Kind words mask the mischievous, the unrighteous, the evil. Both sight and spirit has been enhanced. It serves as a blessing and curse.

Indigo is meaningless as colour fades to only Black and White.  Choices are all that remain and only for a little while.  I must play my part regardless of the emotions that overwhelm but it is my Father’s Will.  So it is accepted with peace and without hesitation.  Fate has already made it’s claim.  There, on the other side just beyond the curtain awaits Destiny to prepare me for the next Act in an unending play in which my part must be played alone.

My Destiny III

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……..For now it is the comfort, the strength, the power and the wisdom of my Father, of my Family that I now require as the curtain slowly closes on a scene filled with countless second rate actors that are clueless to what is to follow.

It can be difficult looking ahead in the Script.

Non opus est tibi Pater. Domne benedicere.

Mystic IIAdiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

 

I AM SORRY?…Pah-lease!

Have you ever stopped to contemplate the insignificance of those three words, “I Am Sorry” with respect to preconceived, adverse actions committed against you?  They are probably the most over used words in the English language next to “I love you” and most likely just as meaningless.  Consider this, “I love you”, is expressed based on a chemical reaction that catalyzes in our brains most likely rooted in the Nature/Nurture aspect of our development growth experiences from birth.

We learn what is attractive to us from the influences impressed upon us by either our environment or genetic code.  This in-turn results in a chemical reaction that we find gratifying to relay to the object of our desire to cement a bonding process.  As this chemical reaction wanes, so does the emotion initially experienced.  In the juxtaposition of “I am sorry” another reaction takes place, this time anchored in some misguided notion; that is often selfish and rarely genuine. We pray that the aforementioned pithy composite of carefully crafted words can somehow magically remove the guilt or fear of some intentional negative action we have taken but now wish to minimize because it may present a hindrance to acquiring further selfish goals or objectives we have in future.  Simply stated, “I must seek forgiveness for this terrible, rotten thing that I have done because it may interfere with what I would like to obtain at some later time.”

Unlike the chemical reaction sparking our so-called perception of love, that which results in the cleverly strung together words “I am sorry” is based on a learned response from our growth and development phase.  We are taught that everything is made better or pacified by expressing contrition or regret through those simple three words which are usually ignited by another selfish desire rooted in more chemical reactions.   So, the next time you hear those words expressed to you after some deliberate, untoward action taken against you, ask yourself this – “What is it that you want from me now?”   Think about it!

Ponder III

Calvin & Hobbes

 

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

Just Another Thought

Pentacle 2 Venus

To lose yourself in thought is not such a bad thing. Many wonders have been born of this.

To be consumed by the trappings of this man-made reality and lose your mind in it can result in unimaginable loss.  Much death and destruction has emanated from this.

Ponder III

Calvin & Hobbes

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

Just A Thought

Intellect IX

Intellect without Discipline or the Wisdom to master it is objectionable, perilous and foolish

This, more than anything, is humankind’s Achilles Heel.

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

Who Wants To Live Forever and be Dead Like Me?

Birthdays are an exercise in self-conflict. Initially we look forward to each new year that marks a point in linear time that in the grand design has absolutely no meaning. Yet to the celebrant, it represents a time when one is at the centre of creation. when all bow down to honour the most import day of the most important being.

Slowly, methodically before one realizes, that day which once meant everything to everyone within the context of our own hubris now bears the burden of that very creation upon us.  It is now a reminder that we are not the omnipotent, immortal we once believed ourselves to be.  When we once viewed our existence in terms of “forever”, we now fearfully count each precious minute of each irreplaceable day as one kneeling before the executioner coming to the horrifying realization that linear time in fact does have an ending – we have an ending.

But for a selected few, like me, there comes that special birthday when an epiphany manifests. Clarity can not be quantified and it is understood that the perception of what “life is” can never be conceptualized in the same way again. On that day, everything dies – the conditioning you have experienced since your first breath; the perception of need, of fear, of love, of existence.  Your sight, true sight, now confirms the reality of what “IS” contrary to that indoctrinated by the natural senses. There, in a crypt adorned with vines and thorns, deception lays decaying never to be unearthed again.

On that birthday – that unique, special day when the bliss of ignorance truly dies, you are born anew constituting of both a blessing and a curse. One is cursed never to feel the comfort of all that is or was ever known before. To be an outcast, lonely, forever isolated from that which was familiar, comfortable and home.  You can never return to that rapturous yet unlettered slumber. In this enlightened, quietus state one now wears wisdom as the only raiment that will ever be desired or needed.  Truth is heard without filter and seen without the aid of lenses.  It is daunting to be sure but can also be overwhelmingly euphoric.  Courage to reside in this lonely spirit world is an absolute necessity when you are “Living Forever and Dead Like Me”.

Mystic I

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

Happy Mother’s Day

Mothers Day II

by Steve Nease

 

Here is a day that should never go unrecognized especially to all the wonderful mothers everywhere.  Those of you who have understood how to love and nurture; support and teach; stand as an example of integrity and strength and most importantly, prepare their children to go out into what can be an unforgiving, challenging world while also remaining a constant net of safety should you fall.

This is for everyone of you exemplary mothers out there. You know who you are and how import you are to your children.  I will say this whether you realize it or not…….

Love you mum and have a Happy Mother’s Day! You are truly “Unforgettable”!

Mystic I

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

Goodbye

Goodbye I

Why is it so difficult to say goodbye? Is it because we innately sense it is “the end” of something and human beings by nature fear endings?  Logically speaking, everything that has a beginning, has an ending – stories we read, the journeys we take; the relationships we make; the life we live all end at some point , by one means or another.  The only variable is its duration.

Therefore, we should not be saddened by goodbyes but rather seek to understand that when we say “goodbye” to one thing, we are saying “hello” to another. Sometimes we can even say hello to that which we previously said goodbye to though not recommended unless some maturation has taken place.  We should never fail to forget that the past is the past for a reason – by fault or design.

Goodbye III

Charles Shulz’s “Peanuts”

 

So I say with a certain degree of regret, compassion and trepidation, “goodbye” to the past. In order to mature and evolve, I must be moving on.  I state courageously with understanding, enthusiasm and optimism, “Hello uncertainty, Hello unpredictability, Hello stranger”. Welcome, it’s a pleasure to meet you.

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

Here is a blast from the past. Some goodbyes just don’t stick.