Personal / Collective Sovereignty

Anticipation, the stone, freedom has been dispatched; locked. To be locked in the molecular hybrid mineral quarantine. Conjuring lifetimes of long lost forgotten magic in store for the resigned pre prepared guarantee of surety. The curse formats hide in obvious sight of programmed frozen static art, unrecognized by failing critical thought beings caught in a polarity vortex drafting directly into the lock phase of mineral storage. Escape a nary, beware!! Atrophying choice, and the potential freedom of choice, still survives. Who can, and/or will exercise it? The free mind, soul, self, no self expressed in the spontaneous brilliance of instant, harmonious beauty is at stake for an epoch. Newness breaks free.

The new earth emergent in the fresh energetic quantum spaceless, placeless, timeless, trans-dimensional pass from dire life pain illness struggle, to fruit bounty thriving blossom fulness foster, is commensurately real.  It’s time to move dream along, the choice dream of in cerebellum god myth creation burst with any dream capacity remaining. This is the hope. The hope of Hunter/Garcia’s China Doll only fractured- and just a little nervous from the fall. The hope of Black Elk traversing the battle field protected by a bow, and Shyela friend’s sacred invincibility. The hope of William Bligh’s survival return from the mutiny. The hope of William Blake’s body of God. The hope of help, and it’s reception. The hope of passage through the dark night of the soul. The hope of sunrise. The hope of miracle, made majesty; a water drop, a grain of sand, an unlocked key of insistence of failing self will. The notes of hope play high and low through color fields fertile bliss. Heard and unheard following the sign of faith marking path marks for the practices spiritual which afford vibrational and energetic heights to elevate us above the vortex of the stone storage inevitability. A collective destiny of monumental liberty is here at hand. Stay free. Stay free. Declaration measure, and make, our personal and collective sovereignty.

Harmony of Opposites

The unmistakable invitation of harmony. Heard in music. Witnessed in cooperative helping hands. Felt warmly in loving gesture. Ease the welcome to join in the movement of inclusion and progressive evolution. It’s fair and peaceful without the curse of rejection. Characteristically pure absence of prerequisite qualification to participate in the harmonious brotherhood/ sisterhood of goodwill, support, and the building climax of collective success. It’s a unified group thing. Collective creativity built of diversity, meaning, and bound contradiction. It works as it works together. Interactively present in each moment resides the possibility hope that the choice will be to pursue objective founding harmony. This is the foundation of hope, progress, health, true wealth, spontaneous organic life, and cosmic promise. Higher and higher developments of sentience, emotional/ spirit depth, and enlightenment become more and more working realities of growing consciousness by any continued unity commitment to beatific harmony. Disquieting discord and disharmony overcome. It leads to responsive return, eventually. The longer the passing before returning the balance to a renewed pleasant chord progression; the greater the stress and discomfort… Alas the modern world, it’s rampant confusion, distrust, contention, conflict, division, and ill. One speckled reminder; harmony is not about alikeness, it’s more about agreed cohesion, tolerance, appreciation, cooperation, freedom, incorporated opposition, variety respect, and innocence. Nature Knows.

The breeze comes up. Brushing the landscape with invisible breath. Rising gust, and steady, the tree scape responds in timber twig sway. A dance, all moving in the random harmony of a choreographed chaos of perfection.  Each is known to the other. Required are the differences. Differences of pressure and strength in passive opposition, combining to make the whole complete majestic dynamic. The trees oppose by absorbing the wind, calming the rush of air, and the air reacts in thrush and relax. Wind ebbs and flows as molecular fluid through the graph stick members of the forest creating the dynamic of life in eternal momentary harmony. It’s one whole live scene. Harmony on display. It’s organic man; energetically, majestically organic. The differential of atmosphere pressure manifest as wind, and the wooden stiffness structure engaged with it, in unison is complete one whole scene of eternal purpose. For no other purpose than “it is”. The eternal happening created by the harmonious interplay of opposition and difference. No contest! The energies of eternity and bliss are expressed spontaneously for beauty, interference, entropy, purpose, and posterity. It’s the metaphor for undisturbed, undisputed, perfection, meaning to be; Harmony of opposites.

Presently, naturally, opposing forces press on the world, and those on it. If we’re not in lock step, and alike, we’re at odds. There’s a definitely promoted emphasis of difference and split; us and them, right and wrong, friend and foe, true and false, fact and fiction, oppressed and free, crazy and sane, life and death. The primary encouragement point is to identify with one or the other; the dualism shuffle. The paramount AND, between each opposite, is understood and misunderstood. There is no X without it’s anti X. The cosmic balancing act. Essentially equal and opposite. This is the field nature of Nature. The sentient, however, are vulnerable to control. Humanity, can be, and largely has been led astray into duality’s sickness zone; conflict. Forgotten is the personification movement of what’s meant to be, like the swaying trees, of differences. Conclusive sureness identification is claimed with one OR the other, not one AND the other. Right now, the ground feels unsteadily conceptual. And now, steady. The riveting, liberating possibility of the harmony unity of opposites congeals. It’s this AND that! It is.

By awareness driven free thinking, free will, and choice begins the lead strum to hear. Like the opening notes and progressive chords of a most pleasing hymn. Following in contribution to the greatest cause, liberation and bliss. The matter moment at hand. Now is the time. Here is the place. A Thoreauian contemplation from the free man incarcerated: The question my friend is; what are you doing out there!? Working together, or apart?