Finding the Light During a 911 Outage Pt. 2

 “To give light to them that sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way of peace.”

    "What is Divine Light?"

    In a word:  love.

    By each new story, we create and gain a colorful insight on what it means to truly find, lose, and find again... love... for either you, another, mankind, maybe big lanky moonmen who terrorize the astronauts... perhaps even - The Creative Force.  But seriously the big lanky moonmen scaring the pants off our astronauts!  But again...  we're all stardust, and planets, and plants and amoebas and whales and we're off to the races!!  A whole verdant array of spaces where oxygenation took root.  Yes.  

    I know how planets get made.  Those two things that you're thinking of - it's both.

    Indeed it took a long time to transpire in the galaxy as a whole!  Space is vast, cold, unwavering, and many an outpost is surely a labor of pure love, hope, maybe a bit of desperation, maybe downright SPIRITUAL GIFTS FROM somewhere.   We Earthlings already  have what is called the Arch project.  This itself seems silly for it emphasis the notion that we're unable to control ourselves.  Or surrender ourselves to a totally uncontrollable set of factors thrust upon us...  for MILLENIA.

    Space and Time is not just a vast dichotomy, it is eternal - forever.  US Andersen took this a step further into contracting and expanding forces that can be found in every aspect of our lives:  the electromagnetic spectrum, chemistry, biology, consciousness, our very brainwaves.

    Short of witnessing psychic phenomenon like telepathy and precognition, which are certainly gifts of a terrifying sort for most...  you first have to go back to square one and question what is your very mind.  Who's in charge...  where does it come from...  What exactly does it mean to continually question authority?

    To reference politics is to go back to the holy grail our ascended teachers once told us...   everything is held in the palm of one hand, weightless, ever-present, an essence that every living thing holds, the spark of the divine, the truly novel in a mostly black and ignorant void... the novelty itself bending the structure of the Universe.   

    Time marches on, more novelty occurs, and the fabric of reality gets strung and bent and wrapped upon those moments which supersede any sort of 'plan.'   The deviation from 50/50 moves more to 1 in a trillion and the civilizations in the stars and at home all kind of accept that this is getting sufficiently weird.

   Domination vs continuation, dismissal and removal, call a black bird any name.  I get lost in the dichotomies of the place we call home, so I've made my own.

    However.

    Control vs. Freedom.

This is the most important notion we can entertain right now because it also affects our lives in the here and now.   Not all of us can agree on such things, but with kindness... love... peacefulness... tolerance.., they don't have to be a separate thought.  Again, these two lie in wait to be discovered simultaneously.  

Our ability to control and manipulate our environment is what makes us homosapiens.  To spread that same environment out and allow growth and prosperity is a rather spiritual pursuit.

Freedom is NOT the net result of control, and control can NEVER guarantee something like a quantum computer or a humanoid robot... or a pill that ends the aging process.  Nor the end of the world.

Freedom is a place unknown, unseen, wild, and control is often that same relic once again.... the darkness dispelled by a signal fire.

    

Finding the Light During a Solar Eclipse

    To my mind and the minds of many others, we are in a state of disarray... if we hold back knowing that this continues, we may very well contract a long-standing same state of diseased thinking that woes us.

    There's an ancient tradition that still holds.  Minus the Gods and the God-fearing many, there's still plenty to learn.  Karma is real.  Money is not, despite what you've been taught or experienced or that for which you've been prescient.  Ascension matters, and death - or the inevitable end - 500 million or 50 years or mere moments from now - does not stop an ascendant soul from going through the phases of life.  And in that life, certain seasons.  Certain assumptions do not hold.  Good and Evil may be told as a universal truth in some circles, or a passing façade in a twisted tale to wrap oneself in one's tail.   Ain't that the truth...

    What were the ancient ways?  To quote, "What is Divine Light?"  What couldn't've been written down, told in sculpture or architecture, some form or way of conveyance in verse or storytelling?  Of course some story of hardship...  a brutalized mentality and suffering... yes all of that suffering, suddenly taken and rolled into a ball and tossed aside for - wait for it - A day of judgement.  The End of the Earth.  The complete and total war for the end, the End of Days,

    What's that you say?  There's no end in sight?  It might be of some surprise that one day the Sun - the many Gods, demigods, empires' complete, and utter notions of divinity that it holds - will engulf the Earth itself in flames and end that Great and Noble notion, our home, our big blue and brown and white ball of fun and corporeality and that indignity that comes from attachment... in 5 billion years.

    Revisionism isn't what you'd thunk it'd be, now is it?  To rewrite the harsh, opaque, perhaps almost immobile truths.  I could be wrong, but my assumption is that 'to transmit' is what we're brought into existence to do.  If you found fault with a radio transmission on a battlefield where yours or my life was in question, would you simply accept that message or do a back and forth to find truth or falsity?

    What about extraterrestrial ideas of this same regard?  Finite expressions of that same divinity, only spaced out by, let's say 186,282 miles in one second.  Light moves faster than...  well, everything?  I don't mean to pose every single thing as a question but... but but but an Astral Realm?  A subset called the Etheric realm?

    The pillars of sub-sequestration (sub meaning and below and sequestration to extract) are many... how much, too little, how far, too wide, too weak, pH, ineffable, concrete, space and time and the whole of dogs and cats living together for an eternity of gifts and goodies and tandem radioactive nihilism.  We, you, me, WE DECIDE.  Not some externality or extraordinary-ness.  WE decide.  THE FATE.

    I can't write the whole of my brain down, in some desolation of self for all the world to read.  You can't possibly know what's around the corner.  Then of course, life beyond the veil... those tricky Christed few of the motherfucking FBI's and CIA's and Masonic COINTEL Pro's of the world lol.  Joking.  IF you, so choose to accept, the mission to be the blinking dot in a whole host of, let's guess, 36 intelligent civilizations within the Milky Way by George I say to you... you have a lot of balls.

     I'd be please to know what the Arcturians and the Pleiedes felt when that devastating bomb did what none could do before.  That disgusting feeling when your neighbor is addicted to the idea of self-immolation and does so before the statehouse...  it's sad enough to float the idea of a prison planet, let alone a prisoner's star system that neither gives nor takes, it simply is...  the uncaring, unwavering Center of the Galaxy, where the worst offenders are pulled toward because they cannot and do not vividly dream the dreams.

    Rose-colored glasses don't necessarily fit right now.

    The tint is dark and meant to look through at a solar eclipse that had everyone fascinated.  And it's real! And fascinating!  To turn the world upside down is not in anyone's favor.  It's to keep going... and getting stronger... and to Ascend, Ascending!  Get it going and turn around, turn once again, getting better and better!  RISE UP, GREET THE NEW DAY!  "Change comes only from within." as the old joke says.... Though I am really... very seriously serious... this time.

    “To give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death..."