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“A life without love is of no account. Don’t ask yourself what kind of love you should seek, spiritual or material, divine or mundane, Eastern or Western. Divisions only lead to more divisions. Love has no labels, no definitions. It is what it is, pure and simple. Love is the water of life. And a lover is a soul of fire! The universe turns differently when fire loves water.” – Rumi

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[This montage image was produced with a series of photos taken with an iPhone while imagining nothing and beginning with no idea for the outcome. It was spontaneous combustion, through the sheer joy of experimentation and exploration. A photographic doodle of sorts.]

The world of form is enlivened by our senses, without which we would have no response to life. Those senses spark emotions inside us that play with the mind and move us to communicate responses. We are the experience of our perceptions.

With all the shuttering-in we’re a part of now I thought it would be nice to post back our “Journey to 500.” A guided meditation through time, it can be a salve and a calming for our jittered state. So put on the headphones, find a gazing point and get ready for your flight into the future of your mind, your body and your soul.

 

Look around you. What do you see of the people who are in your sphere of life? Some are kind and joyful and will extend their arms to embrace you and love you. Others are cold and blank and unable to feel the heart that lives so deep inside their body. This is the way it is. No matter how hard we try to change that dynamic it is here to stay, for now, a potent reality. We have activists performing extraordinary challenges to make changes in our social structure. They pour into the daily dynamic a body and a voice that shouts pleas for change. This is the nature of the third-dimensional conflict. Pull and push, push and pull. But there are others, not as visible, not as strident. They move in subtle ways. They emit their force with the grace of the deeper energetic waves of consciousness. Like the Tao of QiGong, their force moves silently, with the power of a thunderous herd. This is the wisdom of The Holy Unknown. We play into it every day. It is our destiny’s walk. And walk we must, because only death will cease the search. Until next time. 

 

Chapter Thirty –

The Brink of Creation

The way is clear. I stand and follow our guides out onto the

ground beside our time-craft. Uussuk and Brethmoral bow low and

quite suddenly dissolve into thin air, without so much as a

fare-thee-well. Lieutenant Siler is taken aback briefly, but quickly regains

composure; she’s seen a lot by now and it’s become more difficult

to surprise her. She smiles at me and looks over to Ab’th and Iya.

They seem to be sensing something that eludes me.

We are standing now outside the time-craft on the barren, dead

Earth of some nine billion years in the future. I mumble aloud,

“What do you suppose has happened to our guides?”

Iya answers, “They have gone to prepare a way for us here. We

have been invited to join their team, to assist in the Grand Reunion.

I am honored to be part of it—for now, or whenever.”

“I’m afraid I was about to decline the offer,” the lieutenant interjects,

somewhat chagrinned. “I do feel a strong urge to get back

to my own time, to my Air Force unit. But once I really thought

about it—about leaving you all now—I couldn’t go. It made me realize

about how important this crazy adventure has become to me.

So, I decided I needed to see it through, and stay with this unit. I

guess I’ve become a part of your family, as much as I’m a part of my

other one, too.” (more…)