When a man is in hell he soon begins to seek a paradise of things upon the land. Forgetting this land is but an aspect of the heavens.. his architecture no longer refers to nature. And thus starkness and walls are built.
The rain and wind his enemy.
The water a commodity, fire a resource.
Dirt, smell, and the sands becomes disgusting.
Separated he falls within the inner mire of death’s secret black dialogue.
Magick replaces his affectionate hugs.
Farther he loses touch with the mountains.. enshrined of idols and gestures..
..blanketed by emblems & symbols, the world no longer real..
illusory and blinding, all things become a terrifying game.
Unsure of an enemy, talismans of binding are forged, weapons, shields, and gangs.. ..secrets to be..
When the men of hell begin to no longer recognize, nor remember the land as their family member.. their family will abandon them to their own falseness. This is seen as how value became a trade-work, and trade grumble towards money & things, and light and vibration are falsely mistaken for value, ownership, and survival.
The false laws of Socio-Political-Religions are enacted.. animals are sacrificed to dinosaurs.. SAVE THE VILLAGE!… and the children are vessels of bloody sex demons… women are worshiped and yet enslaved.. calamity as men yell from the killing hillsides, weapons high – the lost one’s scream, “WE ARE GOD’S CHOSEN PEOPLE!” … you watch and sigh….
…and soon even more lies trample life and living…
….yet you know to fear not….
……children glimpse glimmers of honest returning.. men of hell cast them down with stern faces and fists… a child at ten years must become a surviving man.
… yet he still cries for love..
Music might save him..
Yet as grown man he must escape that which he used to escape.
Addicted the hell of his fathers entangle him again…
In a distance…
Light still is.. soon he escapes into the actual truth of being and time.
… light is not the “value of survival”..
..light is not a fallen god!..
a mystery of the sun!?…
… moon moves the sea… energy and vibration creating anew.. awe and wonder return…
All things a miracle… yet no god ever agreed upon… All remains miraculous.
In the background,
Skepticism soon creates tools and the innerself is slowly abandoned by the men of hell..
Technology overtakes Magick… magick, now a branch of the lost, losing, and lonely… the job is crafted as a way out of the poverty of home-life…
The entangled-false will seem the elite of truth for all they seem to “have”. They are not any truth. You will know this in their eyes.
We all know this… yet we still stare.. slightly hypnotized and entertained.
The escapee wonders, “can both be had, the illusion and the prices of wonderful crafts?”….
While nothing surrounding them from within can remember truth, it is you now that must.
WOULD YOU HAVE BOTH, CAN YOU… will you… …would you.
No longer hypnotized..
Their eyes determine a value on an abstract ever alluring, yet elludes.
You are valuable to them, this they cannot trade, or enslave.
YOU MUST REMEMBER!
and YOU DO!
The key to transformation is to return to the land.
Make respects to the sea, and again honor the wind & sky.
The stars have you in their sight, go to them nightly – support them.
Greet the ground of the morning with grace and gratitude.
.. the days given to soul-art and kindness..
YOUR CRAFT IS NOT FOR YOU – IT IS FOR ALL LIFE.
We all know this is truth.
We all know by our presence of inner peace via the activities which have entrapped us, the oldest of ways was and is the still truth.. for these now-ways are losing us within their illusions of the non-self.
….. A new interface daily will not confuse me, nor should it you.
And if you are or have become it’s webbed-caught-owl – return to what is long before your senses.
We (INVITED) must break free and return to the land.
Respect ourselves! RESPECT IT ALL!
Glide of the wind, farther see father sky.
The waters of life and home call us to renewal.
Answer this fucking call!
Walk from the electronic alters of the false pyramid-prison.
Your Gods are not your body-form nor your ancestral blood-type.
Your energy is not a prison to be feared.
No one is chosen.
All are free.
Express all you must until it is finally out of you… this hell of lost old men…
Cast aside the false beasts of unholy burdens, take back up self-respect, enact again love and honor, reside in the simple along the brave ones, ..
..which to this day still flows of ease, floats safely, grounded in abundant gardens, ever flowering forth towards the firelight cosmos.
The energy is within, carry proud this – your peace.
Grant those before you profound peace.
Put down you damn sword.. you will not need it anymore.
The war is over.
There are not any devils.. but a fear of living life.
LIVE AGAIN AND BE FREE FOREVER!
“I am the spirit of wind and water
amongst the sun’s firelight and tender ground
these are my brothers the animals
these planets my sisters
this body is creation’s gift
mother is life
father is fearless consciousness
ancestors guide me
future selves open clear my pathways
through heavens and cosmos
this land is not owned by humans
this land is universe
many doors, one room
I cannot fail,
I am success.
I treat this Earth with love.
I treat you with love. (CK 2015)”
Namaste / Good Tidings