REALITY CHECK I

LDR

If how you view life and life events determines your reality then this reality is in need of a serious makeover.  Here we have been made into clowns in a never-ending circus where the shows go on and on and the makeup and masks never come off.  Pathetically, we the spectators willingly and happily continue to pay for the peanuts and the popcorn as well as for every ticket to each add-on show provided without desiring to see back stage.  Should we become tired of the pomp and glitter and desire to rest or worse, to leave, we are punished beyond measure.  The drone circus police ensure that no one escapes for the Ringmasters demand our attention and by their self-proclaimed status as our gods, they will have it.  But there is more, much more than the lights, the glitter, the colourful balloons and the underpaid performers that mesmerize our senses.  We must want to see it and understand the power that lies within each of us to turn it all off.

We initially exist without fear but the Lion-tamer makes sure we know what it means.  The Bearded-lady and Monkey boy reminds us to look at ourselves and know that while it is humorous to look at the freaks, we definitely don’t want to be one of them.  We dare not step outside of the created normal because there lies nothing for us but to be freaks in the show.  It is the clowns job to make us laugh at what we see and not take anything seriously.  subliminally, we know we don’t want to be in their ranks either for to be laughed at means we will never be taken seriously by those we don’t respect or can barely stand.  The animals, chained and trained, leaves us in awe at the owners ability to tame the wild.  In this too we understand that we must also play the parts that we were trained for.  Should we decide otherwise, like the dancing bear that no longer wants to perform, we will disappear without a trace.  There will only be few to question and mourn our disappearance but that too will fade from memory.

There in the centre circle, the Ringmaster stands as MC, hypnotically ensuring that we hang on his every word.  He has learned his job well as master manipulator setting up every act so that the spectator is dazzled and sees only what is meant to be seen.  For only then, can the hired Thief make his way through the blinded crowd picking every purse and pocket that is after we have paid for all that is possible.  Just outside the confines of the circus, the would be owners stand in the darkness at the midnight hour, lining their pockets elevating themselves further and further from the masses or so they believe.  The howling wind preceding the approaching storm is not enough to deter their site from the wealth that is to be made.  The destruction that lies in its path will be all-consuming.  Very little if anything will survive.  The few inside the circus tent that sees through it all also understands the greatest joke outside of the performing Jesters, that to see truth is to be confined and tortured by it.

Wisdom I

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundiThoth II

 

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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 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

 

Featured image by:   by Ceri Westcott “Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder”

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

A Beautiful, Peaceful and Happy Future……It’s what we all dream of for ourselves and theWise II world around us at one time or another. But the question of how we get to that blessed place generally eludes us.

 

The formula is not that difficult really………..

To manifest that perfect FUTURE in which we all desire

We must learn how to give careful consideration to the PAST after thoughtfully putting it away

While simultaneously avoiding fucking up the PRESENT.

 

That may sound simplistic but somehow we still can’t seem to get it right.

Just look at the world we reside in today.  There’s is not a place or space on any part of it that doesn’t seem to be coming undone. On every continent there is agony, anguish and strife as the elite of nations selfishly fight for absolute control over absolutely everything disregarding the conflicts and wars that has brought the world to the brink of destruction time and time again.

Individually, we spend our lives in the past habitually and more often than not, painfully anchored there while essential life lessons go by without comprehension. Often we torment those currently in our lives for our past suffering when they may have been strategically placed there as a blessing to atone for sins against us or as an opportunity for growth and maturation. But frequently we ignore the godsend, sabotaging our sacred gifts. This often results in others manifesting the same grief and torment encapsulated within us thereby generating and endless cycle.

To escape this never-ending abyss we must become theoretical scholars of our own past while disconnecting from the emotion of it.  As we grow and evolve from it in a positive manner, we master the necessary skills and abilities to successfully navigate the present; circumvent similar contemporary pitfalls while methodically mastering ourselves in the process.  When we choose this academic, holistic approach to examining the past and ourselves, how can the future be anything other than bright for us individually as well as collectively?

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

“Sing it Babs!”

Featured image by Lykke Steenbach Josephsen; Painting, “Wisdom”

Inset art by Wisdom And Folly James Dean Art by James-Dean-artist on DeviantArt

 

 

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