Love

Awaken

palm sand ocean

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

night sky

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!

Corn Dancers

Corn-Dancers

A tinkling sound drifts to me upon the warm summer breeze as I lay in the cornfield. I smile at the sound for it is the sound I have longed for all day, for all eternity. It is the sound of your laughter.

I know you are near but teasingly you do not approach. Instead your laughter lures me and like Alpheus I flow though the cornfield following the sweet sound of my Arethusa.

Quickly you dart like a sprite always one step ahead. I hear you but I cannot see you. I close my eyes and stand still, arms outstretched. I let my ears do the seeing.

Your joyous sound tinkles once more and I shift and stumble slightly towards you. Your laughter increases, I’ve amused you, but I feel you draw closer. Still I cannot see you, I choose not to. I feel more together with you this way. You laugh again, like a silver bell. I’m drawn like a fish in a net, I drift towards you. I’m clumsy at first but you’re patient. You don’t run too far ahead, but your laughter has an excitement to it, I can feel it. I can’t help but smile as I follow the sound, gradually learning to swim amongst the corn as you do.

We dance, we corn dancers float together, the corn always just coming between us but your laughter ever more joyful. I’m swept away, my eyes still closed, I need them no longer. You have me riding currents within the corn, currents of rapture. Soon I no longer feel the corn I only feel the rapture. My body feels light, but I notice your laughter has stopped. You speak instead.

“Open your eyes” you whisper, close to my ear, I feel your breath.

I open them, we are within a galaxy, we are a galaxy. We are star beings, entwined like a helix in an embrace of everlasting love. I turn to face you and our eyes lock. Trapped like twin suns we see into each other and understand our love. Our lips meet in the soft tenderness of eternity as I float endlessly away……

 

 

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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.

The Destiny of Three

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It started with the primary spark. A green light for go. The consciousness was born.

Instantly it knew it was born and had complete understanding of its purpose. To seek its destiny elsewhere, a distant remote place. To use any means within its nature to seek out this destiny in the most efficient way possible.

So began the flight of the consciousness through the eternal universe.

In the beginning there was just one. It was the ‘I’ and it cast itself into the ether, trusting in itself to ‘know’ the path to tread to achieve its conscious destiny.

But the ‘I’ was incomplete. Intuitively it knew that it was just part of a greater whole. As if the mere conscious imagining of the ‘I’ brought it to life, so was born the ‘L’.

So it was that the ‘L’ cast itself to the ether with the same sense of ‘knowing’. Of a time the ‘I’ and the ‘L’ would search out each other throughout their universal journey. At one such meeting both had an incredible sense of incompleteness. So it was that in there confusion at what they were seeking their questioning brought about the ‘Y’.

So together the three sought out their destiny. This collective consciousness traversed all obstacles of space and time. It spent epochs passing through realms of unfathomable emptiness. And eons slipping through dense galactic clusters of matter. So dense sometimes that it caused diffusion of the consciousness. Despite all barriers the calling of destiny drove the consciousness on. Their collective  journey accompanied by the current of love as it beat its path across the ether.

As it sensed an end to what it sought the consciousness scrambled to reassemble itself, to become whole once more. It had been so very long since it was whole, not since the primary spark. But now in the end, its destiny found, it announces itself to the world once more.

I am whole and I am one and here is my message to you!

‘ILY<3’

May the current of love pass through you as it delivers my heartfelt text to you 🙂

 

Text me back sometime? Sorry, I don’t want to sound needy. I’m sounding needy now aren’t I? OK I’ll shut up now…..

‘ily ily ily ily <3<3<3<3’

 

If you liked this then I recommend you have a read of my post ‘Circling the Square: the Lost Art of Communication‘ it may interest you.

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