A Metaphor

Ever feel like you are stuck?


Like in a glass box with a few sticks and leaves and rocks, a little food dish, and a water bowl… 

I have been looking into some information lately about how we are are really stars, and that we have been captured here in these dense ‘bodies,’ continuously being tricked into tricking courselves into reincarnating over and over and over and over and over again to serve the will of something greater than ourselves. It’s very interesting information, has to do with Saturn and the Moon. Now you know I don’t believe or disbelieve in anything until I experience it for myself, and even then I question it…

…but I do find this fascinating.


Can you imagine if that were true though? And the strange thing to me its that it makes a lot of sense. Look at most of the population, I’m amazed they can wipe their own asses, easily deceivable, tricked from birth, and birthed by the tricked, in a bizarre seemingly unending loop. However, now there are those of us who are waking up and recalling our real selves, so what happens to us, this fringe group that has become of aware of the possibility and plausibility of the trickery and the trap? Again, not saying this is real, but what is for sure real is that the bullshit story they sell everyone from the get-go is total crap, a complete and continuous deception. And if everything they have told us is/was a lie, who knows what is really real and what is really not? So it seems to be of utmost importance that all of us who are “awakened” understand that we are still very much students of the Universe and still naive to the true nature of who and what we are, yet somehow in this life we are advancing inward at a much higher level than any lives we experienced before, at least here on this Earth plane. But here we are, still stuck in whatever this madhouse is, among a vast majority of people who are all so asleep, I just don’t get it.


Feels very limiting, like when a baby figures out that there is huge room to play in outside of the crib, although the ones in charge keep the baby stuck in the crib by repeating over and over to the baby that there is only the crib, using fear to keep the baby in behind the bars of the crib. But the baby can clearly SEE that there is something more, so the baby finally lets go of that fear and now the baby must crawl out of the crib himself and jump, falling to the floor below. Of course the baby will catch a few bruises and cry, but when he sees he isn’t really hurt and that no one is coming nor does he need anyone to come help him because he can now see what is really happening and that he is okay, he will stop crying, then realize for himself to get up and stand alone, and WALK around to SEE what is in the room outside of the crib, which is of course new at first, BUT…once you’ve walked around the room, it comes together and makes sense. You figure out that you are in a house, and there are other rooms in that house. Furthermore you come to the understanding that you’ve been trapped in this house, and that is NOT your house.


How long do YOU like to stay at someone else’s house, trapped in a crib in a room in their house? Is it not time to leave already? Do you like being a baby confined to a crib? FUCK NO. You want to boldly walk out the front door to see what is outside of this strange house you and everyone else are seemingly imprisoned in. Here’s the rub about that though… you’ve only been tricked to keep imprisoning yourself, tricked through fear. No one was ever in charge over you, they only convinced you otherwise in the crib. Who owns this madhouse? Who was there when you finally jumped let go of your fear and freed from your own confinement? YOU. No one else, no one but you. You didn’t realize you were you though until you hit the floor and you woke up, and now that you remembering who you are, you want to remember everything and anything about what you really are. Is anyone ever really “learning,” or are they simply “remembering?”


Back to the metaphor…

…so obviously you will be brave and walk out that damned front door, that wasn’t even locked, and what do you see next, probably more houses, maybe part of a little cul-de-sac of similar houses, and it hits you like a screaming freight train that you were just trapped in one crib, in one house, in one neighborhood, but by who and for what reason?…so then what’s next obviously?… you get back on the super-highway, you take the road out of the neighborhood and keep going, and then who know’s what’s next? Vast open frontier, other neighborhoods, differing geographies of sorts, point is that we are travelers, soul travelers made of stars, that have somehow been deceived into this dimension of matter and density, limited to only what is possible via these bodily vehicles, while someone somewhere for some reason initiated this deception and keeps it recycling into a never-ending circle of life, death, and reincarnation… but for what purposes I do not know, one can only speculate…


You following this metaphor?…I’m totally just ad-libbed all of that straight off of the top of my head, which is good because I wanted to express that outwardly somehow.


Just a quick sum-up:

Are we really explorers of the Infinite, anything possible, yet somehow some entity or entities have “trapped” us in these bodies by convincing everyone the “real” world is the crib, and there is nothing outside of that crib? And now some of us, our souls are remembering themselves, and are remembering what they truly are, want to get back to being soul/star travelers, so how do we escape the trap? Again, please understand I do not know if this is any way true or untrue, just one of many many many may many “ideas” that seem to keep bombarding me from I-don’t-know-where. But I have never felt anymore alive than in this moment now, know what I mean? The journey accelerates along with the time, moving faster and faster toward….

…maybe next time, we are over 1000 words…

Be good dear friends and readers.

Love to all.

Storm is Coming


Premise: January 30, 2013, a series of tornado-spawning thunderstorms race across the Midwest U.S. There is a report of an unknown man losing his life while trying to shelter himself from the fury of these storms. His name is not given, nor his location, but the story is based on fact. Whether or not it pertains directly to this unfortunate soul, others have perished in similar fashion countless times throughout the history of these natural disasters. Digest this information accordingly. Thanks for reading.


The wind picks up. This guy is just out on his land, doing his thing, but what was his thing this day? Maybe he was on his farm, doing farm things, but what about that moment? Maybe having a smoke, petting his dog, in those final moments that he was unaware were his final moments, what was going on with this poor unfortunate guy? We can only speculate. Like I said, whatever he was doing, around him the wind gets stronger, then stronger, then louder and stronger. He looks up and notices the sky looks quite dark and violent. He sees the trees really starting to move, maybe hears thunder and lightning mixing in with the ever-growing force of the wind. Now he must be thinking, “This is getting a little crazy.” Or was he? Did he just not take it too seriously until the last minute? Or did it come up so fast that he had only so far he could go to try to escape? In his own world to himself, there he was, one lone little being against an over-whelming force of nature. What exactly happened?

Let’s say that he just was so into his own world that he thought it wasn’t going to be as serious as it was, until it was too late. Here he was, going about his own personal trip, then the weather gets strange. But by the time he realizes the unusuality of this weather, it becomes violent. He realizes that now he is in a very precarious situation. The wind is really blowing now, and he hears a high-pitch noise, like a distant train getting exponentially closer by the second. He looks around, there is only a shed to protect from the elements. He instinctively hides inside, assuming that the safety of any shelter would fare better than an outright open struggle against the wrath of nature’s fury. What could be going through his mind; thoughts of the immediate safety of this hiding spot, thoughts of those he loves, thoughts of not surviving, fear, or does he let go, does he pray? Then the wind gets so loud he becomes deaf, all gets dark, everything shakes, a lot of chaos and commotion, intense violence, all in a few seconds, yet time makes it seem like a little eternity before whoosh, and he’s gone away with the storm. All of the horror over seemingly as quick as it began. And now he’s just a death, a casualty, just in the wrong place at the wrong time or the right place at the right time depending on your perspective of everyone’s individual role in this existence. 

Now let’s also ponder if it all happened so fast, he had even less time to contemplate his dire situation. Here he is, on his trip as before, doing whatever it was he was doing. He is really into his current job or task or melodrama that he fails to notice the sky above him changing rapidly. He senses the wind but dismisses it as normal, just the front before an everyday thunderstorm. Nothing to get too worried about. Suddenly, the wind whips really strong, and then another even stronger gust, enough to get his attention, then the high-pitch noise seems to come from nowhere and be right upon him. Everything becomes a vortex of destruction around him. The noise becomes overbearing; sounds of trees breaking, the roaring of the tornado, death upon you. He dives into this little shed, mistakingly assuming that it can shield him from the fury of this monster. There is no time to think of anything, himself, those he loves, tomorrow, he is in pure adrenal survival mode. The darkness ensues. For a moment, the shed holds and maybe he gets a fraction of time to have a thought of something, of anything. But by the time that thought is finished, the whoosh comes for him, the infinite loudness grows quiet as he leaves his shell and this mortal coil. 10 minutes earlier, he would’ve never imagined this for himself, now here he is, gone with the wind. 

   Either way you choose to look at it, I hope you all have gained some perspective on how sacred time is and how none of your time should be taken for granted. At any moment, it can all change so very fast. This poor soul was here, and now he is not. One can look at it and think, “It was just his time.” One can also look at it as just another freak occurrence. The fact is that I didn’t know this guy. He may have been a total asshole and a waste of life and so his departure will be missed by no one. He may have also been the sweetest fellow in the world, a good father, noble brother, wise grandfather. Maybe he wasn’t old enough to be any of those, maybe he still had a lot of life left. The story gives no detail, no age, no location, no name. The story may not even be real, but this story has happened many times before, so for me to illustrate it holds true regardless of when and where and who. Just thought I would give you all some food for thought today as these storms continue to unfurl across the US heading East. I have immortalized this poor guy’s tragedy in words that go beyond his soon-to-be-made tombstone and his forthcoming obituary. Despite who he may or may not have been, I’ll give that to him for losing his life to Mother Nature. May he fare well wherever his soul may be. Stay alert and stay informed, eyes wide open. Love to all. 


Sounds…Fatalistic but Perfect.

Take 10 minutes to let go into this short trip. Just relax and let go. Do not think, feel. Shhh. Breathe. Relax. Only 10 minutes from your schedule. Or before you go to sleep perhaps. Wherever you can allow yourself 10 minutes to let go of your mind and be totally free inside the infinite space inside yourselves. Relax. Love to all.

Meditate now

If you have not begun to practice daily meditation yet, what are you waiting for? Maybe you think it isn’t you, maybe you’re right. Go to another blog. You choose to be my audience and I encourage every human being to meditate. I’ll give a little rundown and update on my meditative practice. I am not a veteran by any means. The opposite really, but you find your higher self when you find your higher self, that is just how it is. I’ve known of it forever, everyone knows the word meditate. Do you really know and/or want to know more about what the word means? You ready to commit to a journey, a journey back to yourself. Anyone told you what meditation really does? I don’t know what it does for everyone, or what it will do for you, but I’ll tell you what has happened with me.

First time, the flame and I, easy yogic breathing. We sort of just serendipitously started step by step from a beginning of sorts. So the breathing, felt good, gave me a headache at first, still does at times, but only at first. Focus on the breathing, actually picturing an image inside yourself of your breath. In and out, the inbreath and outbreath, those are good words. It is an aid, an unspoken guide. You learn to make an image inside of you, inside of yourself, not just in your head, but in all of you. Then you learn to give that image life. Think of it like this. 

You paint or draw your first picture. You are an infant, a newborn. You make scribbles and like colors, you know you love it, you want to create, but you can’t even talk about it yet because your a baby. You see where this analogy is going? The awakening process matures you much quicker, as far as time goes though. After a few meditations, you start to grow accustom to going to your canvas, your space of open possibility, your space all for you, inside of you. The distractions go away and you learn to quiet the scatterings of your mind, down to one, down to one, quiet, perfect blissful quiet. In that one voice is the true you, your higher self. 

Feels like you are going inward, diving inward, inside yourself. David Lynch makes some great commentary on the use of the term diving inward. That is what it is though, a freefalling into yourself, with only love as your guide. All ego, silenced. Negativity, doesn’t exist there. There is no fear, you are just you, one with your higher self and Source. You become director, actor, illustrator, master of all that is you, each experience opening up your space, more and more, each time, enhancing and developing your higher self. It is a healing, a cleansing, washing away that ego muck so you can see with your awakening eyes your true self as a light being. Time to get back to the real you, not this duality consciousness, 3d you. That you has learned to live from ego. That is not the real you. You are a solar being, a light being. Get back to the real you, the higher you. It is the greatest journey you can take. It is free for everyone and it’s right there inside all of you, just got to open your heart and know how to breathe. You can figure that out can’t you, why not take the next step? 

Learn about your chakras, learn about your energies. You have power, great power right inside you. Do not let it stagnate. Feel those colors and the senses and sensations that accompany each level. Embrace the warm divinity of perfect comfort when you finally free yourself from all distraction and negativity. You have stresses you don’t need, learn to let go, these things are menial. You have forgotten your true self, it is time to return. You are awakening, you are ascending, your vibration is rising, feel all that love, grow that love. Breathe. Feels good doesn’t it? You have an energy in all of you, meditate on that energy, nurture it, flow with it, flow with everything, you are one with all and One with Source, remember?

I still have a story about a powerful experience I encountered during a recent meditation. When the time is right, I may share it. The canvas really comes to life when it does come to life. Love yourself, want to be your higher self, then be your higher self. Fall back on love, rely on love, let the unconditional gravity of your love be your guiding force as you wake up, we all wake up, to this great new time dawning on us. Sing that Age of Aquarius song in your head. Now think about how the hell they knew about the 5th dimension and the Age of Aquarius in 1966. Makes you think. Seems a lot of things we all should know, yet we all are just getting to know. Nature of the road to truth, at least in this reality, but that’s another day. Discover your kundalini energy. Return to your higher self. Time is here and the time is now. Love to all.

New day today

Hello all. Smile if your happy to be you. I really enjoy Sun-days. I really really enjoyed learning about the origins of all the day names. If you don’t know, learn something. You know what to do. Anyway, I have a really really good blog coming up. I had an amazing journey this morning that I must document for all of you because this journey can be made by everyone. It is a journey within you, a great journey, there inside all of you. What a great discovery. You will all get the full details soon but I have something important going on that requires my presence elsewhere today. It isn’t just a new day you see, it’s a new beginning, and an anniversary. Someone needs me and I need them. What felt lost has been rediscovered. Feeling good about feeling good. If any of you feel distant from someone close, reach out. There is only so much time left people. We can’t take these last moments for granted. Everyone just stop and love. Forgive and let go. Now is now, don’t worry about tomorrow or last Tuesday, focus on this moment now and what you love most. I need to go do that right now. Be good. love to all.