Fear

Awaken

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A spluttering cough escapes my lips. The heavy throb of my blood coursing back and forth through my skull is matched by the smashing of breakers against the rocks near where I lay. Kaboom……..splash, my head pounds in agony. Despite the protests I force my body to climb further up the beach, away, away from the dark sea, away from the pain and bitter loneliness. Every inch I gain lightens my burden, eases my dis-ease. At the border where sand meets forest I drag my body to lie at the base of a palm, barely within the sanctuary of the verdant forest blanket. Exhausted, I sleep…………….

 

My body no longer exists, it is left behind to recuperate. As pure consciousness I simultaneously exist and no longer exist. I am aware of my existence as I float weightlessly, therefore I exist. However, I am also at once one with everything, no longer a mere fractal, but whole and as such I no longer exist. Rather then allow the perceived duality to concern me, intuitively I allow myself to surrender to it. I am simply the entity.

Immediately I sense the entity begin to pulsate and vibrate as though it had been fractured into tiny pixels. The pixels each began to pulse and vibrate to their own rhythm. A verse sings me back to consciousness.

 

Awaken young warrior, harken to me

We have plans to make & people to see.

Awaken Earth soldier, listen with care

We need to lead by example, hope we must share

Remember your purpose, to paint the future in love

Paint the ground and all life, even the stars up above

 

The rhythm of the verse gently lifts my spirit and rouses my body from slumber. The density of the dark sea has dissipated, a new energy has emerged, lighter, more vibrant…..more real. I lay still, soaking up this energy, it flows to me, through me, from the ground, from the tree I lean against, from the air I breath. I open my eyes and soak in additional golden rays of energy from the sun above. My whole being is transformed and filled with love. The verse repeats itself again and I whisper it softly to myself…….

awaken young warrior……..awaken young warrior……..awaken young warrior……..

I remember now what I had once forgotten. There is purpose in my journey, purpose in my soul. Time to rise, time to move forward, time to paint this reality with love. Time to absorb the unfathomable beauty of it all with gratitude. Time to push back the fear, reject the illusion of separation and manifest magic.

Time to hit the road once more.

Come and join me, paint some love of your own today.

 

In Lak’ech Ala K’in,

Brett

 

 

 

 

The Pain of Separation

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I recline back in my sun lounge at the camping ground to look up at the stars above. My goal is to surrender, to let go of my earthly body.

I realise that to do so requires not thinking but feeling. I must get out of my mind and feel with my entire body.

I allow my mind one last thought, an instruction if you will. It is the vestiges of my Ego, in its fear, trying to maintain control, trying to avoid the unknown, for fear lies in the unknown, or so it thinks.

My mind issues this simple but profound instruction:

“Be Everything!”

It was then that the “knowing” struck me. The knowing told me this:

“All pain is caused by separation.”

My mind/Ego in its desperate attempt to avoid pain issued the only instruction it could think of that could successfully do this – Be Everything.

For if in my surrender and letting go I become everything, I have nothing to fear for there is nothing that is not me. I need not fear the sensation of separation nor the sensation of competition.

If I am everything, no-one is withholding their loving energy from me nor is anyone attempting to steal my loving energy from me. When I “Be Everything” I am whole, complete. I am the loved, the lover, the giver and the receiver.

My mind/Ego in its attempt to avoid pain has given me the answer. Oneness, unity, singularity – this is the secret to avoiding all pain.

I lay back in my chair and let my body go numb as it expands photon by photon to fulfill the last instruction it received.

The only sensation left to feel is LOVE.

 

 

Once more I am humbled by our connection. Thank you for reading.

 

In Lak’ech Ala K’in,

Brett

The TIME is NOW

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Time passes us by and in the blink of an eye the years roll on, they sure do fly.

 

And in our minds lay trapped the dreams of yesterday.

And in our hearts lay trapped the fears for tomorrow.

And in our bodies lay trapped the poisons of today.

 

We dream of our glorious past, of our youth, our innocence, our freedom; a dream we think is all but gone.

We’re haunted by our fearful future, of war and hatred and violence and pain; a dream we think is all too real.

 

“Wake up, wake up!” I shout it loud.

“Sleep no more, stand up, be proud!”

 

We are not the dreamers we think we are, we are humanity, we are real and we’ve come so far.

Too far to let it all go to waste as we believe the lies we are fed in our haste.

Our haste is the problem don’t you see. We’re distracted, confused, blinded in our misery.

Disease increases every year. Unhappiness rises with every tear.

We drink the cool aid poison that is really just fear.

And to our captors we ironically give cheer.

 

Our lives are deluded when love is excluded. Don’t you see what they’re trying to do?

 

“Wake up, wake up!” I shout it loud.

“Sleep no more, stand up, be proud!”

 

Sleep no more, cast false dreams aside. Our future can be beautiful if in our hearts we abide.

 

Can’t you see the lies you’ve been told, all designed to fill you with fear?

A false flag driven manufactured enemy. The fear of this strips you of freedom as you shout out your hatred of those you think are the enemy. Their lie has worked.

A debt riddled slave economy. The fear of this strips you of freedom as you give of yourself 9 to 5 to serve your master spending so little time serving yourself and those you love. Their lie has worked.

A disease generating ‘health’ system. The fear of this strips you of freedom as you pop your pills for the invented disease and you inject yourself to try to live. Their lie has worked.

A nanny state ‘protection’ system. The fear of this strips you of freedom as you pass ‘big brother’ camera after camera walking along. We allow it for fear that something may go wrong. Their lie has worked.

A mind controlling mass media system. The fear of this strips you of freedom as you want and need what they sell to you, that item you must have just in order to feel (normal, sane, satisfied, justified, like you fit in, like you’re alive). They tell you what they want you to hear and like an inanimate sponge you soak it up. Their lie has worked.

 

“Wake up, wake up!” I shout it loud.

“Sleep no more, stand up, be proud!”

 

We have the chance to change these things. We have the chance to truly be free. Reject the lies, just wake up and see that we are one, we are humanity.

 

A beautiful future is waiting ahead. You need courage to realize the lies being fed. Stop feeding on fear and step into the light. Reclaim your freedom for it is your right.

 

Time passes us by and in the blink of an eye the years roll on, they sure do fly.

 

As we begin to awaken to the real world outside we realize the truth within.

 

Our dreams of yesterday can be wonderful memories, the foundations of who we are.

Our dreams of the future can be exciting and inspiring filled with the wonders of who’ll we’ll become.

 

It is in our waking moments of this time we are in now, the present, our rock of true reality, where the answer does lay. It is in this moment of here and now where there is only this question to ask.

“Will you live in this moment right here, right now, with fear in your heart? Or will you wake up, shout it loud, and announce to the world that you live in LOVE?”

 

Choose wisely, your future depends on it.

 

We are one, we must never forget that,

Brett

 

NB – I choose LOVE!

Humanity’s Poet

His name is Jamie Dunmore, his call for humanity is an astoundingly provocative and ultimately beautiful piece of spoken word poetry. Please, if you have 6 minutes, let’s just think about what he’s got to say. I know I certainly am as I post this to you now. Why not join me, because it all starts from there. Our thoughts are the catalyst to a new reality. Let’s give it some thought.

NOT I

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It’s in those quieter moments that it happens. Those moments when it’s just me and me. It’s in those moments that I sometimes reflect upon all the carnage of the battles I fought. The pain and the hurt as real although perhaps less obvious than any war.

It’s in those moments that I wince at the cruel weapons that I have used. The thinly veiled criticism, the snide remarks, the frustrated reply, the impatient stare, the condescending snicker. There are so many weapons that I’ve employed. Some days the fighting is worse than others. But on all days and for all weapons, the ammunition is the same. The weapons are merely different ways of firing the same projectile.

It is a small sharp thing, designed to hurt, its edges pointed. I throw it so often, sometimes at others, regularly at myself, at other times the universe at large. I feel the frustration and the aggravation of competition. So I duel with these weapons, ammunition, my hurtful projectiles. They boil down to a simple thing, those two cruel words:

NOT I

It’s in those much quieter moments that I realize. Every shot fired, every weapon launched, every bloody scar so fiercely fought, were all aimed at the same thing. Like a sniper’s crosshairs those words, thoughts, gestures and intentions were always aimed at the one, that one word:

I

It is only in those silent moments, beyond quiet, when there are no longer two that I discover a new weapon to use. I realize that if there is no competition or battle to wage there is no target for my projectile to engage. I see that in the end all is the same.

It is in those silent moments that I understand that this new weapon is one I hold in my hands. I make a promise to myself to drop those old ways that caused me such pain. In the silence of infinity when only one remains, I feel the love all around and drop my defenses, they’ve become redundant I guess you might say.

So I repeat to myself, a reminder of sorts, a picture for me to place in my frame. I remember that there’s no competition, we are all just the same as I whisper softly to myself those two words:

I AM

……yearning……

……..and in our deepest of moments, when that’s all there is, the yearning. How do you stop the yearning that’s so very deep inside of you. How do you find your very own Sympathy……

I close my eyes and I drift away. I form a new reality. Can’t it be? This reality? If it can be, then I can stop the yearning. It’s so very deep within. I just need to know you care, that you do love me, that I can be loved. That I am lovable. That we are all lovable. Because in my reality, love is all that there is. There is no more yearning……..

The Demon & the Man

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The supine man lay there, eyes wide in terror, mouth agape with an unuttered cry on his lips. He saw movement in his periphery and knew that the demon was approaching. It came into his field of view eyes watching him intently. The strangely swathed face added to the fearful aspect as the man tried to look away. The demon’s underling crouched in the corner pawing at his shoulder watching its master intently.

“In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti” the man whispered to himself hoping that the ancient language of Latin held more power than his native tongue.

The demon approached closer; arms raised. The underling held his shoulder more tightly waiting with a sense of urgency for its master to commence the torture.

 

The demon approachesThe man let a gasp erupt from his mouth, still agape. He closed his eyes hoping to avoid the nightmare that was about to be perpetrated on him. Too late he thought as the demon began. A single tear trickled down the man’s face as he sunk into oblivion.

He was deafened by the pounding of blood his head swimming. A fog masking his agony gradually lifted. An urgent voice sounded in his ear but he could not decipher the words. He tried to blink his eyes open but a bright light caused sharp pain to erupt in his head. The voice kept persisting as he slowly floated to the surface of conscious thought. Someone was tugging on his shoulder, forcing him to face whatever madness awaited him now. He finally succumbed and gave the voice his attention.

“Sir, sir, we’ve finished now, you can sit up.” The woman’s voice said.

The man slowly rose as his vision normalized.

 

I hate dentists he realised.

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The Story of You

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My arms tingle as I exhale for the final time. Stillness surrounds me, no movement, no thought. Words on a page a blunt instrument with which to describe the state of nothingness within the dark void that my mind had drifted into.

Strange that I could comprehend these thoughts, but as my master had often said – all is possible with sufficient retrospection.

A vibration, so subtle, like a rumor, sounded within the ether. My signal to return. I allowed my consciousness to fall into the rhythm of the wave oscillating within the nothingness. The wave gently carries me through ever increasing streams back to the main river of consciousness. Simultaneously for the briefest of moments I was all and I was one.

A sound. I smiled, for once more my master had caught me hesitating in my return back from eternity and into reality. I opened my eyes and immediately saw the gleaming joyful eyes of Master Yonten, my guide.

“Welcome back young one. What have you learned on your journey this time?”

I stare for sometime as I collect my thoughts about the lesson I had learned whilst in eternity.

“Master, I have learned about stories.” My statement sounded very matter of fact I realized even though a shiver of emotion ran through my body as I spoke the words. I waited for a response to my words but silence was my reply.

“Master, I did not realize until now the importance of the story of You.” I shuffle slightly as I sit, knowing that my words are inadequate.

“Please explain” Master Yonten’s eyes bored into mine, searching for the truth behind my words.

“Master, I realize now that every human being that has ever lived has had to overcome obstacles. Also, it doesn’t matter what the obstacle was or how others might judge its significance. What matters is that in the mind and in the heart of the individual the obstacle was real and it posed a challenge.” I search my master’s eyes seeking reassurance for my understanding. But still I am unsure.

“Master, every human being that has ever lived!” I repeat almost questioningly.

“Or ever will live young one, do not forget that. Obstacles are a necessary ingredient in life for they allow us to grow.” Master Yonten’s eyes gleamed as he spoke as if the subject sparked something deep inside him.

“Yes Master, I see that now. I have been so focused on all the obstacles that I must face each day that I forgot everyone else was in the same position.” I bow my head as a sense of remorse washes over me. My master clears his throat and I raise my eyes once more to face him.

“Of course everyone is in the same position young one, for they are all just another you.”

I nod at my master’s wisdom and the truth behind his words.

“Master, I have just grasped something else. Something important I think.” Now it was my eyes that gleamed as a spark lit deep inside me as well.

“Of course you have young one. Please tell me what have you discovered?”

“I understand now that every person that is alive today and every person that has ever or will ever live has a magnificent story to tell. For surely overcoming obstacles is the key ingredient in all of the greatest stories ever told is it not?” I looked excitedly at my master.

“You are correct young one, all do have a magnificent story to tell.”

“But what if nobody wants to listen to the magnificent story? What if it remains untold.” My brow creased as I considered the sadness behind the implication of my words.

“That cannot happen young one.” My master said calmly.

“How can we avoid it? Who will tell the story? Who will listen?” I tried to match my master calmness but failed.

“There is only one answer to that young one. There only ever has been one answer to that and only ever will be one answer to that.”

“What is the answer Master? Who will tell the story, who will listen?” My voice pitched higher in my eagerness to know the answer.

“You will.” Master Yonten’s reply was blunt as if it was self evident. It left me confused.

“Me? But how, I am only one being among billions of beings?” My eyes widened as I considered the implications of the task.

“You misunderstand me young one. When I say you, I am not speaking to you, I am speaking to the ALL.”

“The ALL Master? What do you mean?”

“Young one, it is wise of you to ask the question of who will tell and who will listen. The answer is as it has always been.” My master paused then as his eyes became unfocused. I had the impression that he was speaking to me but also beyond me simultaneously.

“You, yes You, you have a magnificent story to tell full of courage, tenacity and boldness and the most important person you should tell that story to is none other than – Yourself.” Master Yonten remained still as his words flowed into me. They resonated deep inside and I could instantly see their truth. It was a truth that lifted my soul.

“Master, you are right, my life’s journey has been punctuated by obstacles consistently. Some obstacles were easy, others were life threatening, but all obstacles were life changing, I see that now.” My master remained silent as I spoke, but I knew he was listening to my words.

“Master, I feel something different, deep inside. As I’ve been remembering the obstacles I’ve faced and overcome I have heard it. As I understand the magnificence of my own story the sound I hear inside grows louder. It is wonderful, a sound so pure and full of love. Master I think I know what that sound is.” I paused and returned to silence as I tuned myself into the sound.

I understood intuitively what the sound was. It was the soundtrack to my own magnificent story of obstacles overcome. I looked back at my master and smiled, eager to tell him what I was hearing.

“Master, the sound that I hear. It is the sound of my soul singing and it is the most beautiful song I have ever heard in my life.”

My master smiled as I spoke, a knowing expression on his face.

“Ah young one, I am overjoyed for you. You have learned one of the ways to hear your song. Whenever you feel the need to hear it again, especially at times when you face new obstacles, just listen to your own magnificent story. The story of You.”

 

 

In honor of the magnificent story of YOU,

Brett