a reply to: Hyperia
Did you hear that pin drop? Can you see our time stop?
How long will this last? My heart is beating too fast.
Been down this path before, Here we go once more…
…on the floor... now go through that mystic door
Fear I have lost my mind, guilt as I measure time
Everythang so amplified, like my need to confided
Everythangs so amplified, here I am trapped inside.
Who Am I? Connecting dots, connecting thoughts. Angel tracks appear and I stop and stare. Watching the reflected light travel to my eye. Too many
dots, too many thoughts. Have I died and gone to heaven? Or is this that other place? I’ve got to tell somebody, got to tell somebody, tell
somebody--I see the light. Everything is right. Looking for my anchor I tell myself, I must not forget what I have just learned to unlearn. Should be,
ought to, and non-conceptualization. Yings, Yangs, and other. Enough. Full Stop. I want off. Please Dear God, make it stop now.
What if the future IS now? Do you get it? Are you wise enough to be a fool?
What is freedom? We skillfully craft our own sacred reality, then cling to it with fear of our own mortality. Terror strikes at the thought of true
spirituality, real authority is to walk in liberty, still our soul cares not if the body lives in poverty. We give away our power, with loyalty and
devotion to false authority hour after hour. Cling to our delusion. Clinging to the lies of lack and loss. Clinging to separation. This is the world
we create. A soul trap, a mind map. Without meaning, without purpose. A conundrum. A black hole. A stain on our soul. Enough with the fear. Enough
with the scenarios, the self-talk, the discursive thought, self-focused mambee pambee cry-baby bull#.
What if NOW is the future? Do you get it? Are you wise enough to be a fool?
What is memory? Picking up from the past, putting it into the future, picking up guilt, laying down fear. Life is a waste, a waste, a waste of time.
Until you find the courage to empty yourself. What good is the mind to the soul? Like a game without a goal. Order from Chaos. Problem, reaction,
solution. Inner party, outer party. What are you picking up and what are you putting down? What are you lying down, man? Life is a waste, a wastes, a
waste of time. Until you let go. Until you accept your bliss. There is no nothing. There is only suffering. Why not manifest abundance? Why not drop
the melancholy burden of sanity in this insane world? Why not? Why not reclaim self-autonomy and reject external authority? # it. Relinquish the
What if now IS the future? Do you get it? Are wise enough to be a fool?
The true Self is Nothing. Let me break it down. Nothing is not something; rather Nothing is what something is not. We look and we see with our eyes
closed who we were yesterday. We are tempted to accept this half of reality and project it into our future. We are tempted. To remain unconscious,
asleep, disconnected from the divine, until we accept the truth: matter doesn’t matter. Belief is not faith. Free yourself from any and all sacred
delusions. Remove the ego mask. In this life, that is but our only task. Look to the sky for the return of Odd-n-Eye--the end of time in the blinking
of an eye, the Passover of the Firefly.
Can you see the light? The time is now, and in NOW there is no time.
Awaken while you can, so-called son of man.
In blessed liberty now to abide. Awake inside.
Drop strife. Choose life. Be free.