Quietly, lay the flakes gathered upon the Pines. The Birch bow to honor its fall. A visioned mist in the distance, a look of endlessness. Leading to the void where dark and light meet in the marriage of nothingness. How I long for that space that flies me free.

Sitting in the high peaks of Northern Vermont there is a silence to the snowfall and stillness that calms the nerves from the daily throes of life. The body takes on a relaxed feel, producing a clarity that makes one awestruck. As the Knowing seeps into the channels of our mind we feel alive. Alive with energy that is felt from tip to toe, warming our skin and pushing outward through the Auric field. The current is stronger in this stillness and the awareness is uncanny. The land is at peace here. It’s as though this place, at the northern tip, is the crown chakra, and the peace and light that emanate from this spot are sending these subtle waves into the rest of its body, the lower 48. All is good, even in the confusing times we live in. A wakeup from the apathy that we have wallowed in. A reminder that enlightenment is not just a spiritual term, it’s a state that we have longed for, even in the day-to-day. Now our opportunity is here. What shall we choose? A sleep that keeps our enlightened state dormant, or the call to rally to a new world? A world of peace and light and evolved consciousness.

 

A Short Meditation

In my waking breath, I start and start again this day’s long pace.

I have a choice to walk it right or throw the day to waste?

Can stay captive to the mind-noise that yesterday I fought,

or carry forth the truth set in unencumbered thought.

I can busy Me, my Self, in the ego-sea of Me,

or journey to a world of those around who’ve been set free.

Can nod to no importance, ignore beauty through my eyes,

or linger in the peacefulness, seeing splendor beyond the skies.

If my heart is beyond shallow I won’t hear the crying sound,

I’m destined to the sadness of a horrid day gone down,

and patterns that have made me Me,

repeating, peating, peating a lost strategy.

This thing we’re all built on, truth and love and willing,

it’s time to set a new stride and keep the dark from killing.

It’s time to offer Gratitude and Loving arms that brace,

it’s time to see our lives are just a wasteland ‘cept for Grace.

© 2017 Stefan Bright

If you thought this society couldn’t get any more off its mind, well look around. If Hollywood were making this movie they would have a satan character manipulating all the seemingly sane people into zombie killers.

What’s the most troubling is the corruption of Faith. Founded on Love of the Divine, we now adhere to the concept of murder and mayhem as a warrior’s banner for god. And how many gods are there anyway? The Christian god, the Jewish god, the Muslim god, the Hindu gods… and on infinitum. Maybe these are just lower level gods, who we made up to justify all that we do good, bad or otherwise.

These books we pray to weren’t written by gods, they were written by men. Not even women were allowed to put their two cents (sense) in when it came to the written word. Why is that? Aren’t we all made in the image of whatever made this thing we call life? Why are women not given equal station? That is the most insane mind screw ever. We as humans are as equals, masculine and feminine natures of the same source. How can anyone deny that?

I’ve been writing about ‘Letters’ for some time now. I hold the principles these books talk about in pretty high regard. I do understand they are just words from a man’s mind and not the holy grail. Yet I think they make sense, because they give power to love and gratitude and peace and oneness more than anything that’s come into my view. I resonate with them and see them as an example of what the life of an awakened soul can be like. I know there are other paths that can lead to this door of awakening and those paths are equally filled with love and gratitude and peace and oneness.

But, here we are, in this state of madness. A message of Fear being cast like thunderbolts by minds who care only for their ego’s gratification and care nothing about the welfare of humankind.

Pay attention, for Attention is the key to staying awake and alert and alive. Whatever happens next those who carry the banner of rightness will stand after the storm clears, and the bones of those madmen will be nothing but dust.

Into The Void

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