Original

I woke up the other morning, and I was looking out my bedroom window. It was about 5:30am. The moon was just past full, and it was shining brightly. It is staring me in the right in the face, and illuminating the landscape with trademark moon shadows reaching across the ground. The sky is clear. I notice a line streaking through the sky like the trail of a missile shot at the moon. The streaking trail stream crosses the sky just below the moon. It’s like a lunar underline. The sky trail and it’s jet airplane antecedent sail into my jaundiced conscious. The mixed feelings of resignation, disappointment, sadness, and fury rise up. This perversion disturbance of Nature’s good morning welcome is more than a metaphor for the current anti life campaign. It reminds me that my original trust has been smashed.

One single sky stream is another in a relentless continuous stream body that is driven with intensity. Long gone is the curiosity about why this majestic wonder sphere we call our atmosphere would be pumped full of poison pollution. Now it is about getting right with reality, and setting a course to revelation and re-creation. An internal course with invitation. Reaching out, searching, for others with need desire for a re-creation direction. Together we may embark on making a new realm reality…

The Synthetic Myth

Santa Claus. Santa Claus’s story is the best example that comes to mind of the baseline of a doomed faith. When we’re very impressionable we’re taught about this Christmas character, and his story, by those that know it’s hugely exaggerated and largely untrue. How many kids believe it? In this case, it is the foundation of the belief for the gift giving wizardry of the holiday. It’s a working mythology. It’s doomed. The vast majority of people can’t maintain it as they grow up. How many other beliefs fall into this category?

Recently it has pressed heavily on my conscious that there is a need to reassess all my beliefs. Beliefs about myself, relationships, family, faith, the structures of society, the motives of  leaders, and the ultimate existence of the powers for good and evil. These are not subjects which get reviewed often. It seems philosophic. While some ideas are likely sound, it’s clear that many current views are based on a good amount of flawed, failed, and nonfactual information. Information that was provided wrongly, or for impure, corrupt, and/or distorted reasons. The degree to which my beliefs are based on what’s incorrect and untrue is the degree to which I’m incomplete. Any hope for completeness and authenticity resides in the reassessment of foundational beliefs. Man?! I feel the need for a working mythology. One that’s consistent with the real and eternal.

I have known a higher authority/authorities. There have been ritualistic practices to it/them, and I have known. Then came the shock. Shocked into surrender and the loss of origin. The superficiality of my faith had been exposed. The event?? The collapse of WTC 7 on the afternoon of 9-11-01.

While watching an article on YouTube ( I can’t recall what it was) I must have noticed in the suggestion area the video of WTC 7. I hit it and it streamed… WHAT!?!? Wait a second. It’s 2012?! How could I not know about this? With this a rabbit hole opened. A portal to awakening.

The full measure of fact remained unclear. There is no denying now that this revelation started a chain reaction of interest which is amounting to a truth quest. Foundational assessment to follow…

The Synthetic Myth

Selected at the loss of origin. Stripped of originality, imagination, and belief. Left with confused broken instructions we grope. Groping in the decay of compromised faculties combined with the deprivation of our loss.

Beginning we feel. We weave our passion for breath, our passion for fertility, our passion for connection and love. We start at the end. The end of a misinformed joy, fear, anger, and prayer. Combined with the collapse of structure, structures, and well being. The balance has been struck in doom, and we are left to grope, wonder, and wail. Born of confusion, anger, pain, and a trapped lust. Euphoria explodes forth into being. Genesis has passed. The tribal rituals have been practiced, ingrained, and sustained only to fail in disillusionment crisis. With an unyielding unified cry of otherwise misunderstood unrelated throated voices of nuclear edema it is brought forth. The Synthetic Myth

More to come…