The way up is in

THE WAY UP IS IN

The way in is the way out on the path through the desert in silence and solitude.
Falling down a lot, means you get stronger every time you get back up, until one day you find your feet where your wings grow in adversity.

All is connected, no star shines alone; but you must walk your own path where it takes you, for it is yours alone to walk, and no one can walk it for you, though some may walk beside you for a while…
Evil and good are in everyone so watch your thoughts and beliefs and root out the weeds to let them wither in the light.
Nurture your compassion, as much for yourself as others,
All is in balance, and what you send out will find a way back to you in some form…
To receive what you desire, give that; but don’t give it to receive, rather give of life’s abundance in the joy of knowing there is more than enough to go around.
The way up is in, on the solid ground of understanding, where you are in touch with the earth temple of your heart, the foundation of all true progress…

WHEN DEATH WARMS UP

When death warms up, the Arctic will melt even faster, as one of the lost books from the old days mentioned with a wink and a glass of shandy.
All those of us that live underwater of course are not concerned that much if it’s true; but all those others living in the fairy tale had better watch out if it really does happen, most especially if tied to one spot with invisible cords of attachment.
Those few with enough money can buy a cave on the mountain top and live the rest of their lives staring out at the ocean.
So let us pray: God save us from ourselves.

XRAY PEBBLE

As the pebbles were falling in prayer, the angel of love dove into the pond at 15 thousand miles an hour and caused a huge disturbance that rocked all and knocked all the fishes out of their tiny minds.
When one woke up, there was a touch of déjà vu waiting in the wings to get it and throw uncertainty at it like a slap in the face to say: will you please wake up and get to grips with this thing?
Not everyone around here this time of night will be understanding all that is said, so let me please explain something here; yes, indeed, do let me say something: ladies and gentlemen, and you others of course; tonight we will be bringing to you all the delights of the show that began a long time ago and can’t find a way to stop it, but hey, let’s go with it and see where it takes us.
And now I want you to stare deep into the pebble of your heart to see what you can find there.

SOUNDS IN THE CAVE

Let us pray then, that the Indian tips of the moon-glows to spit and sigh through the wondrous moments where our soul aches for other than the constant war the corrupt ones lay on us time after time to kill so many, that soon things will change for the better.
An exact model of alternative endeavour was built in the 60s you know to better able to understand our place in life; but as we reached for it, it crumbled into dust right before our eyes; and so we were left wondering: what was the use of all that effort?
Insubstantial we were to raise the dead from their long sleep, even though we tried to sing them up, but we could not find the grace to raise them; so many of us gave up and sat on those lonely beaches far away from it all where we could not be found for the looking.

Some of us had reached heaven and brought it back, but it was looked upon as some kind of crazy cult kind of thing; and maybe it was at the time where our souls were aflame with what we set them on.
There were many traps of course, and sometimes it seemed that the whole world was against us.
And far too many fell to the machine that was made to entrap us.
Some went on with a pure heart and held the torch of peace in their hearts that lit others; and so the machine did not kill us all, even thought it tried so hard to do just that.
We were not immune from anything; but those that could embrace the darkness and see it for what it was could pass between the gates; and gathering up what they found there, brought it back and shared it with the ones that wanted to know.
But there was that which hunted us down, to silence us forever.
Whatever level you are on now is where you can make your stand against it all, even though the whispers come to say: give it up, there is no hope.

But we are growing in our heart’s power; and as more and more of us come forward, the illusion finally falters and begins to break.
Have you not heard enough about the war to break your spirit?
Men come from the shadows, clever men, and would have us believe we are alone and there is nothing to live for. They want us to believe this, it suits their purposes; but it is only the dying embers of their reign that we all are coming to see through.
They try hard to hang on to their mindset as it dwindles and becomes no more than dust blown away by the wind that we are in our power that rises against them.
There are clever ones that know this and will subvert it in any way they can; but we are wiser than that, and know their game; for we have seen it for what it is, and it does not touch our hearts with what we want to feel.

COME BACK

When the breadline faltered in its headlong march to doom, the baker cried: we are almost ready to light the ovens, please wait a minute longer.
This didn’t please anyone, least of all the grape vine that was rushing this everywhere and playing the bag pipes to boot.
An English Indian man coming around the corner close to this and seeing what was going on was heard to mutter, cor blimey, what’s going on ere then?
We are battering down the hatches, said the old maid of: please don’t turn down the beds until I am out of them.
The English Indian man thought hard on this until he couldn’t take it anymore and said: the squares of death are chasing us.
This will all be made into a legend one day, of course, but until then, there is more to say:
Now imagine flying through all this with just your toothbrush in your teeth and you will have some idea of what is happening as the gates covered in dust finally open to reveal what you’ve always wanted to see, that something your heart has always longed for.
Ah, I can see it now, that far away place that is not a monastery but a sanctuary; but where can such a place be found?
Right then lads, here’s the drill for today: we shall march around this park until we have seen it all, and after that we shall retire to where we’ve forgotten where we ever came from…hmm: from here on in you are on your own.
Come back and teach me how you do that….please, come back….

End of part one...

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