Laughter: The Healer

Charles Spencer Chaplin – Beloved Comedian –
16 April 1889 – 25 December 1977 (aged 88)

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“You need power only when you want to do something harmful. Otherwise, love is enough to get the job done ”
— Charlie Chaplin

Oh Shenanigans . . .

let me count the ways of yeh

Laffin’ be yer stain! 🍀©

—epc

“The moment yeh’ve stopped laffin’ is the moment yer maker calls yeh tah have a wee wuid about the stew yeh’ve created ’cause yeh forgot, there’s always more laffin’ to be had!”
—Nanny 💞

The real transformation of mind’s ego comes after the “wounds” of heart heal. Love’s wisdom transforms anxiety to laughter. Love, and only love, can do that. Self-love first is from where all laughter flows.

Love is a power giving vulnerability a guiding light through the Eden of your mind–the antidote of cure is to be able to laugh at yourself. Love and laughter always–for sanity’s sake.

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Let The Children Play In Dream’s Blood-Oath Sway

NASA | A heart-shaped little brown dwarf Star

If only we knew then, what we know now, we’d know ‘how to’ see, so as to break ‘the curse’ of inbred patterns that lead to our self-loathing and false sense of unworthiness, and thus, we would have known ‘how to’ .. “teach the children well”.

Know … your … place, of blood-oath, so that your children can own theirs. Teach them the importance of self-respect—a reconciliation of the dreams they carry meant to be brought to fruition.

Show them ‘how to’ be happy—a inheritance of birthright. All else falls into place when the children of life are happy. Happiness begets self-love and sense of worth. Love feels love for others, and receives love from others in perfect karmic balance. Laughter, understanding, empathy, compassion, and kindness are the humane attributes of love—the ethos gained in the pathos. Teach children the art of being human; a pure light—love personified, so as not to lose their humanity to death by hegemonic discourse. Love is a humble power. Show them their place within their bloodline of life—their responsibility of place in the world. Teach them ‘how to’ discipline their power of thoughts before actions—a consideration and respect for others sharing this life with them, and along side them. It is the love they carry that will “school” them to be independent critical thinkers skilled in life’s wisdoms to make the right choices for betterment of the whole, and not cleave to unnecessary things. Teach them that their energies on this planet make a difference—good, bad, ugly, or indifferent, and should be used wisely, and not for pretensive temporary gratification sullied in pretense or self-interests. Teach them, that gratitude is a power that will fulfill their wildest dreams. Teach them to be observant and aware that everything they say and do will have either a positive impact on others; a sense of reward, or a negative impact; a consequential outcome that sometimes cannot be rectified. Teach them to be authentic and honest in nature, and Nature will surely protect and sanctify their value.

If one chooses to bring children into this world as we know it, one should know the profound responsibility it is to do so—a solemn oath promise to raise them to know joy, because joy is what the world is waiting for, and your children are the sacred seeds endowed to bring it! Do .. the .. right .. thing—love them madly, and wisely teach them to understand the ways of all living things, and in this they will see and feel and know the connective power of all one, and will be awed to joy! Only when your sacrifices have been meant in the planting, can you proclaim, checkmate!

There can be no peace on this planet until the children are free to rise up in love. Only then can be heard the synchronistic symphony of the ohm of awe, where cherish .. is the word.

What we are so blessed to sew, lays solely in what we think, and how we proceed to nurture what needs to be sewn.

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Sanguineous Sinew

Red threads of sanguineous sinew sews sweet sensibilities within you.

(Unknown artist)

Beautiful dreamer …

fear not desire’s fire

because one liar

dared say,

‘your passion
is out
of fashion’

A dream

is a fitting

bidding

binding

bonding

of genetic eternal burning

yearning

of salty tears

See it …

feel it …

know it …

so to give haste

to faith

in incarnation’s

seared sacred will

of dream’s

vibrational vibrant colors

echoing

in the dark

waiting ..
waiting ..
waiting ..

on spark

of red mark meant

for places

faces

and

empty spaces ©️

—epc

Some cannot fathom the dark-sided muse summoning within—one who bears wisdom’s ‘how to’ pursue promises promised—a “soulmate” determined destined to live—a force cleansing a curse of repeated patterned unhappiness. A force of muse—a jealous “god” of reality’s elements. Instinctively we know the “soulmate” is present—peculiar and particular in compulsive inner pinning. All are born to feel it, and so we feel it and fear it, and most refuse to acknowledge it at all and do not surrender to the intimacy of madness waiting internally to speak on the external physical self—the misunderstood undisciplined one—the extrovert suited to egotistical expectation and vanity. It is the “soulmate” within what is the introverted faithful passionate one so long imprisoned from authenticity.

A muse of wonder vies for harmonious congruency as it swims the blood rivers of dreams and remains untamable and un-dam-nable. The mind and the heart curiously vie for favor, and must be balanced to remember which is the master of the dreamer’s awe sewing reflections of inflection born into generation. We are the dream of our ancestor’s dreams—a river within that flows to and fro in tides of blood-knowing.

Being broken holds the lessons of ‘how to’ break the boundaries of expectation, or “purpose” as we call it. Beyond the boundaries there is no fear, and time no longer consumes our thoughts and energies. We come to no longer fear the barriers of blinding gaslighting minds of other’s agenda—and there will be many if there truly be such thing as “the multiverse”. Finally, comes a day we step through the barrier, and right there at the precipice, choose to drop the heavy burdens of others’ fears and head-world drama, and we begin to feel the physical release of the beasts of orhers’ petty burdens. Funny thing happens—happiness take its rightful place in-turn. Surely, this is checkmate—a “purpose” meant for living—or in other words, peace- of-mind and heart in knowing a retuned sense of self freed to surrender to the greater muse within. Because it’s time for things to change, and nothing will or can change unless firstly, we can.

Gotta keep laffin’. I think now about all those people, all our lives, endlessly and painfully telling us how stupid we were, and come to realize one day, quietly .. that .. hmmmm .. all they ever talk about is other people, and doom and gloom, and then we realize, we feel it, personally and physically. This … is the moment we come to answer the ultimate nagging question in our mind of what exactly is “one’s nature”—good? bad? indifferent? The answer it seems, is that we are, without exception, the energies of all three—the same, no matter how we’re judged by whomever. And then the question to question the question … which one have we been choosing to feed energies to? The most logical and reasoned answer is, to eliminate the one that sucks the most of you that have always been feeding your precious life energies to. The conundrum is, that all are vying for our precious life energies. Harmony lies within our nature. The universal PTSD we share what flows through our connective bodies, minds, and hearts is the absolute external power that corrupts absolutely everything in Nature—our greatest teacher repetitiously showing us the ‘how tos’ of harmony. Cities, and their chaotic creator gods almighty, in truth, are killing Nature. We … are … Nature. And all all of Nature wants is to live, love, be loved and included, for what she is—cycles of creator and destroyer—the beautiful and the good, the bad, and the sometimes brutally ugly. If we forsake her, in all her power and glory, she’ll just leave, and start all over again. Such is life. Give and take accordingly—lest balance and chaos ensue to battle it out for you … peace vs anxiety—the equal opponent.

A matter of choice matter.

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Desire: A Compelling Creator, A Compulsive Destroyer

Create. And let create. Imagine that. Destroy. And let destroy. Imagine that. We all have the power to create and/or destroy our own world.

Photo: —epc, 2023 – Jenkintown, PA

So much wasted time spent in iconic ironic consequence. Just too bad humanity doesn’t yet see the ironies of indignant indifference we’ve created with lucidity’s labels—like a catalyst used to steer astray those who think differently, independently, from those who assume to sit on high perches controlling humanity’s sacred thoughts. We are born compelled fearlessly to dismiss unnecessary bullshit to get our thoughts across (Jeez … even the Matrix movie series demonstrates this power). Embrace the gifts of intelligence, so to understand ‘how to’ be understood. Learn the ways of being true to yourself—so to realize that joy is the pinochle road to cross, because peace, is the ultimate goal. It is only when realized is there is worthiness of awe when we’re amazed in it.

We’re born fearless—so to better scathe the monster of mind—a manipulative fear-mongering desperate monster attempting to feed off our energies—our very existence of innocence.

Children are the seedlings of tabula rasa—the way of escape. They hold upon their bosom new beginnings. They see the awe in all of what they want to add to the shared sacred creation—the something real and beautiful for those of all life’s forms “waiting on the world to change”.

Getting past labels will compel humanity to understanding there are many directions of choosing “escape”. Nature perpetually eternally teaches life how not to become the missing. It’s time to let go of mental anguish of survival’s sufferings. Life is created to be lived. We must understand, so to not forget, that when Nature’s laws are broken, a dire consequence is inevitable.

I can’t help but wonder—in terms of the theory that life is “an experiment”, is this Earth the first one, or is it the last? And if it’s the last, then it is our last chance to change the polarity of our energy—so to know humanity has value within the experimental experience. The onus is on us to forge or not to forge our place within the natural order of life’s desires.

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Gifts 💝 of Grace

Never forgo the gifts of eternal grace in forever’s states of influence.

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To the clouds is where imagination’s child goes—so to feel the ache of dream’s wonton wake.

When one loses a heart’s love born at one’s day of birth, then it’s time to humble upon bended knees before Love. Apologize for indiscretions of ‘spiritual’ ignorance forced by regret for lack of remembrance because the inner-child was instructed by earthly ‘demons’ to forget Love’s only requirement is to love.

Be forever humbled in gratefulness for the promise kept by the utterance of “second coming” of chance when you hear Love say, ‘No one gets through eternity without love’—a gift waiting to be opened in the event of imposed self-loathing. Love forgives in perpetuity, because eternity is always now—the forever lover!

We are the old souls come from still burning stars. We mustn’t forget how universal energies connect through sacrifice of tears through time. Love is what keeps life alive here and resides within the tears of many sorrows. Love is the greatest warrior of unrelenting force carried through the blood of generational life. Follow through—give love to receive love to give love—Love’s eternal repetitious endeavor, because this … is the law of Nature. Love endures through evolving energies. Life is love—the ‘something’ real to fight for without fear—a foretelling of the “gods” of light and dark what would not abandon their children of determinate thoughts connected through grace.

Love resides of mind, body, and the internally burning atoms of the conscious heart. The rewards are great when learned is ‘how to’ to quell the fire through water’s ebbs and flows of human ignorance and consequence of contention. Remembered is joy’s just taste of memory’s reflection. Learn and pursue the silent instructions of the mentor, Nature—academically and personally, for this is the journey to knowing a truth of “To thine own self be true”—life’s reasoned purpose to just be.

What’s in your heart’s dream?

What do you love?

What are you willing to sacrifice to wear love’s sensual lingerie upon your continence of continuance?

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Manifest Clarity

“Ah, great it is to believe the dream as we stand in youth by the starry stream. But a greater thing is to fight life through and say at the end, ‘the dream is true’!”

—Edwin Markham

The Sun and the Moon—epitomes of life and death; always there of all tomorrows, because nothing and everything begins and ends accordingly ever after—the stories of evolutionary transformations.

It’s a new dawn, a new day .. and I’m feelin’ good”

—Nina Simone ✨*•

Daytona Beach, FL

“The mind’s problem”, is personal—a challenge of resolve to change something of core being needing changing—an equation of fact in life’s evolution. Do dream the desired design—a truth of choice vying for ownership of “the problem”. Accept it, solve it, or leave it! Because “the problem” is the answer. The solution begs the question—what does the heart desire? This, is “the problem”, to convince the mind of its purpose .. to observe, and to control the paths to the answer. The answer is personal—a sacred humbled heart’s desire to change what’s wrong to what’s justly meant. So too, we see to accept, many times, that “the problem” within others is not solvable by you, and therefore, affectively, you must move away from thoughts of endeavoring to manipulating the mind of another. The first imperative and definitive change is to be authentic—to have clarity of one’s personal truths. This means to be excruciatingly honest with yourself—an intuitive and intimate relationship with “the problem”, and without the need for explanation, nor the want of understanding by others. While weighing available options of move toward change, we bear in mind three things; what is my current financial ability—if need, we commit, to ourselves to make the necessary adjustments … quietly—as in choose to put away monetary resources for a future day. Privacy—one’s life is a short an sacred life, not another soul on this planet needs to know personal things about us. Be aware to remind yourself that there will be others who are not understanding of your mind’s eye. Move quietly—there will be those who have impulsive tendency to judge and mock and intentionally purpose to ruin any ongoing good thing they may perceive. We should never allow another to place us in their ‘pressure cooker’ of expectation. To each his/her own pace in the pursuing the return to being ourselves. If one stays determined in these things, an inevitability of mental clarity will prevail. One comes to realize that some things in life are not controllable, thusly, the only resolution to change will be personal—a fading of old “patterns” no longer serving us. We are merely growing out of old stagnant “patterns” of behavior to make room for new thoughts—a rising from our own ignorance learned through consequence of disconnection and dissonance. New lessons are like fresh water to newly planted chop—which to us is the ‘something’ of desire seeking to grow that is better suited to our soul-nature—a meaningful purpose—to live and grow on our own terms, and to let live others as they so choose.

Life is an alchemical process working inwardly; a view of possible worlds within the world. Be amazed how changing your thoughts toward betterment, clarifies the chaos in others. Think of the vast possibilities when is realized is that fear was purposefully interjected into the equation of pursuance of hopes and dreams—fear is turned on its head, and beauty can be seen all around you. Having faith in ourselves can conquers and scathes the misguided misdirected anxiety of the ego. Truth be told, it is the inner “god” protecting your peace—the greatest love—a love that is able, without compromise, to have love for life, because it is Nature what sorts all design in all things—the golden rule—life remains free and feral within the greatest experience of just being our born nature, or it will be choice suffering that expresses itself in equal chaotic measure. In due choice of order, a glimpse of joy can be had in awareness that we observe life through mind’s eye, but it is the heart’s eye that relishes in spectacles of life’s magnificent juxtaposition by way of gratefulness felt from a greater love greater than ourselves—an unconditional love—a true love coming from within—a connection that had always been.

To see, through the heart, is to understand that the repetition of life is mandatory for the revelations of logic to be realized—a repeated sway of way away from toxic negative influence until nothing is longed for but the peace of mind only Nature can instill—a new beginning revealed in positive charge summoned by one’s unrelenting seeking for change.

The inner muse gives zero permissions to anyone who dares to mock a long suffered negative outer influence—so to the gaining of one’s definition of truth.

Love with truth. Accept that nothing is true without love—the dark and the light of eternal dance that saves oneself from entropy’s ruin—so not to forsake devotion to passion’s fruition meant to be.

This .. is delusional magic one might say, wishful thinking at best. Indeed! A return to the Garden of Eden—the heart’s finding the sanctuary of inner light … is magic … and it’s real!

—epc

💝 Destiny arrives by way of faith in one’s planted seed—this … is the dream of the ‘something’ we feel that is real—a gift of blood-oath temperance to remembrance.

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Humility is a Virtue: A View From the Inside Out

“Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people”.

— Carl Jung

Q: What’s wrong with the human species the human species perpetually asks?

A: Labeling—labeling based in wrongful assumptions and judgements, leaving false cause for indifference and division. Some—as in the many some, develop an over-inflated [false] sense of superiority [ego], and the masses keep falling for it in their forgetfulness that they are their own part of the whole, and are thus, a truth of gravity holding an innate intention. Thusly, we must respect another’s intention, and even without understanding. Humans have opinions, beliefs, and a personal innate faith which takes a lifetimes of growth to develop at the heart. No negative and detrimental responses required, nor should be given. Let the spirit suffer cause and effort for the learning curves of life. The high and mighty of ego will suffer anguished karma of mind in lack of understanding caused by cognitive dissonance. They fear, they became easily frustrated, they manipulate, and intimidate—the very manifestation of vulnerability; a fear of losing false place suited in false indenture—the outing of voice exposing the lies and ties of intimidation. This—the very fear that must be faced to see that fear is a mask hiding courage to be redeemed moving forward to intended truth—a light of way out of the dark conundrum of confusion.

Understanding is the greatest lesson learned through experiences first based in scenarios of manmade hells—the dark-sided lies of humanity’s fears—the inner “primitive beast”—a monster of human form roaming the planet refusing to face its inner self-reflection, and so misses chance meet with heart’s intended intention, what s to recognize clarity of lessons coming from the eye of “G.O.D.”—a gaining of definition, a mighty force of gravity whatsoever may be of perpetual persistence for chance to dance in manner of dignity and grace no matter the matter, until the dance reveals self-worth; a grace of greatest reward found through personal battles of fight necessary toward remembering one’s power for change clearing a path through mind’s mess for dream’s to manifest the greatest story ever told, you!

Judge no one but yourself!

Humanity wavers at the edge of choice chance at change—a constant state of evolution. Be it positive, or be it negative charge, is a personal soul matter of matter, because one’s nature, in its simplicity of speechless beauty, is the g.aining of o.ne’s d.efinition reflected in the colors of the dance. All life is a reflection of what is named “God”. Why would we think ourselves any different? ©️

—epc

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Constant Changeling

Artist: Saeed Razzaghi

“A society is defined not only by what it creates, but by what it refuses to destroy.”

—John Sawhill

Humanity is what can only save its place of worth within these many conscious choice physical realities—a seeking quietly and personally to the taking back one’s right to life what was written and affirmed upon existence of long-standing ancient seed. Stepped aside we’ve done—time and time again, from the gutters of uttered provocations of mankind’s proclamations moving toward unlawful induction into fear—lies and ties of thoughts storied in mankind’s dark-sided “supernatural” frame of visceral mind’s complexity. A day comes when realized it is we of free thought who are responsible for the sustainment of choice thoughts—a will of one’s nature connected to callings for heart’s return to the gardens of “Eden”. As “they”—the now of we of “they” say, “Truth IS greater than fiction”, if, we gather our thought’s and return to faith in humanity’s divinity of instinctual nature—the ‘something’ of natural selective sense of inner presence—the infinite soul of all one what knows what intended deed of force is necessary to the attainment of positive energy’s projection of intent—that which is preservation.

“Crazy” doesn’t mean lazy. Crazy is what we will be called when reality shows us crazy’s inner reflection—the means what will clear the foggy haze blocking remembrance to mindset of well-being for all life. Do we turn-a-blind-eye and allow dark-minded humanity to continue to usurp life in an insanity of race for head-hegemon? Or do we intimately turn innately to face the “demons” of alternative detriment and say, ‘Enough! This is my life!’. And thus proceed forward, again, quietly toward natural paths of inner way to peace. ©️

I believe in angels. They’re us.

I believe in demons. They’re us.

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Alice, Be Thy Name

We’re all “Alice”—all born to take risks that we must take, to do that which ‘they’ don’t want us to do. And if we fail to do that which ‘they’ don’t want us to do, we risk our chance at peace of mind.

Go mad we must, one by one, or forsake our very expectation to dream, to exist, to experience, and give in to the energies of insanity and corrupt mankind’s inhumane agenda of eternal waring in false claims of freedom and democracy.

We are but a drop of Love’s hope.

A.ll

l.ife

i.s

c.elestial

e.ssense.

Is it true then—that without the synchronicities of pleasure and pain, there’d be no experience, no existence?

A muse

of wonder

persists in mind’s

quandar 

She calls me fickle

as she beckons

me to drink

perdition’s

sufferings 

washed clean

in redemptive waters

of heart’s secrets

It was something

she said

of the ocean’s expanse 

in conversations 

in other reality

of space 

and whispers …

‘Let time fall away— 

wherever, whenever,

whatever

it may bind

Say nay and nay

to other sway

of way away 

from eternity’s fray

I AM here to stay …

to play 

in your dreams

by the sea

where false angels

and demons 

dare not tread …

but wish they could

The muse …

she says,

‘Time and space

fall apart unending

I AM unlimited

You …

are the limited certainty—

a spark

of restlessness

existing

within the uncertainty

certainty—

a fickled spark 

of art thou art

I AM

for always

a reflection what

never sleeps

within the dark

fickle’d heart—

the child

what wonders

wanders

and waits

for love’s

repetitious return ©️

—epc

“Forgetting pain is convenient, but remembering the truth is worth the suffering. And our wonderland, though damaged, is safe in memory.”

—The Cheshire Cat,

“Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland”

It is for humanity to remember a forgotten point-of-view—that we, the now of experience and expression, are the generations challenged to ‘see’ the many magnificent prose of juxtaposition rendered ugly by division’s destruction. We then, in all that is intuitive common sense, must be the ‘keepers’ of hope as observers to wisdom’s sanity drowning in perdition’s sanguineous stain. We are here to feel and hear the waters of blood, sweat, and tears moving through us—so to touch the mysteries of wonder—a yearning curiosity to know the whys for incomprehensible suffering created by betrayals that be. We are tasked with bleeding out the wrath of stagnant blood-oath offered by fallen fallacious “angels” and demented “demons” of men’s minds who do not want us to recognize the light of promised grace of design—the legitimate powers of imagination we carry, for this would surely mean we have the power to change fallacy of fate to destiny’s true nature. Love’s laws are designed and destined to give joy—above all else, so to better serve love’s ends to all beginning. Be life simulated or not simulated, Nature’s design is conquers as intended by the protocols of the first law of physics—that all is one, in destruction and creation—an eternal mending of energies through changing forms of life and death cycles.

How much shenanigans can shenanigans’rs even shenanigan? “We the people” are being smoked by pugnacious political posers—religious and non-religious alike. The devastation done by uncontrolled/unbalanced chaos is immeasurable! Business as usual though, as “we the people” pursue an allotted faux vote, while “bottom-line” stays the course of status quo cheaters of chaos playing games of control swaying the ways of hope and despair as if their faces of “evil” aren’t evident. So many layers of players. “We the people” must call, checkmate! Time for a new game, ‘cause now it’s personal! Time to plink some foreheads or poke some third eyes.

HUMILITY—the power necessary to achieve redemption—an adjustment of gravity allowing for greater will to set fire to meaningless and unreasonable things wallowing in misery’s debris!

Eikona — “Think of Me” https://youtu.be/ktbr2I44X9w

“ I don’t mind going down the rabbit hole if there are rabbits and tea. “

—Cheryl, Cheryl Hill Photography

“Remember what the dourmouse said, ‘Feed your head’.”

… with understanding—never stop wandering and wondering.

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Form: A Manifestation of Will

“Until we heal the root cause of our suffering, and awaken to our true nature, our inherent confusion will continue to manifest itself in the world around us.”

— Joseph P Kauffman

No doubt, we are creators and destroyers of form, through vision’s will of desire.

With all do respect to the wisdoms of the Buddha, I beg to differ in that “form” does not exist. “Form” is matter, and everything exists in many “form”—be it physical in nature. The trick is to not confuse blind-fate with determinate destiny. Fate is what we allow to happen to us. Destiny is what we are passionately determined toward—a compulsion to create in spite of mankind’s proposition to maintain an unnatural fallacy of fate.

It’s the ‘con’-formed mind that is denied chance at learning multiple perspectives toward a gaining of truths—a dissolving of unreasoned uninformed misunderstandings—a blindness of mind permitting truths to remain covert. Therefore, should we dare beg the question, ‘Is closed-mindedness a “form” of subjective suffering? Because truth IS what it IS —truth, no matter the subjective mind’s opinionated dissonance trained in apathy and avarice behaviors, so as not to be liberally open-mindedly persuaded by other perceptions of experience.

Think vast passed the deceits of the past to enable vision’s meaning of unbiased connective wanton eternal nature; a desire for wholeness—the sustenance to understanding one’s true form.

“As above, so below”. We know now that every galaxy bares a “black hole” at the center. What makes us think gravity would hold us any different? Every form of matter shares the light within the dark, creating worlds of wishes, because all things are made “form” by intuitive truths of experience through thought. We are a darkness at the center sucking in the light of existence. And at the same time, the mind’s compulsion [ego] is to destroy that which is striving toward the light.

A meaning to having confidence is as simple as having courage to be yourself through the darkness of self-confined judgement. Peace must come inwardly firstly, in the acknowledgment of our own ignorance. Forgive yourself your own foolishness. In turn, forgiving others their foolishness follows seamlessly within this realization. ©️

—epc

To follow Nature’s heart, is to follow YOUR heart ..

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Humility: A Call to Awe All Things

The elements within speak silently clear, ‘til finally we hear, ‘Fear’s only nemesis is the inner Alchemist’s tear’.

Daytona Beach, April, 2020 — EP Carry

‪♋️ Earth‬en enigma
‪🌬 Whispering winds
‪💧Water’s desire
🔥 Fire’s kin
‪🍃 Air ‬of grace—Nature’s face

The amazing human body—a structure created to ‘perform’ like a machine. Unfortunately, there will always be “hackers” throwing wrenches in the machine in attempts to cause seemingly perpetual breakdowns.

‘The mind’—says redemption, ‘is perched atop the structure absorbing the light—what’s purpose is to be the servant observer’.

‘The #heart’—says redemption, ‘is a pondering wandering dreamer residing in the dark awaiting messages to be filtered and discerned, and will become blind if the light is put out’.

Intuition—the “savior” laborer what must turn the light back on, continuously.

The conundrum is that the mind gets ahead of itself, and the heart, by nature, becomes overwhelmed by mind’s endless spectacles of vision—the common good, the heinously bad, the ugliness of corruption, and the estranged indifference of Earth’s beauty.

The heart needs time to see, so to understand what the mind is relays. The heart aches when the mind is made to forget its function. And in the mind’s forgetting, the ego is busy usurping the mind’s forgotten time. And this .. causes heartache so great, that the wounds of regret become near impossible to heal.

‘Meditation’—says redemption—is a necessary catalyst—a time out for the ego to be disciplined back to place. Meditative thought is the oil that keeps the machine in good mental, emotional, physical, and energetic spiritual health—so to serve in the asking. Meditation dispels confusion caused by the confounded and confused ego that so easily forgets its cognizant nature as protector—the warrior standing in defense of the whole.

Humanity—borrowed energies of one of Nature’s co-creator created to affect a change in blood-consciousness—an agent of design in stewardship and vision—an observer of the things of mystery’s awe and harmonious wonder entwined in eternity’s dance.

‪Faith: A dreamer’s tears of joy in recognition that one is connected to and not separate from life—the all one of awe and reflection of mirrored heart. If one is sick at heart, he/she perceives the “God” energy as a tyrannical supernatural entity. In truth, the sickness come by way of ego’s reflection in the mirror—cause for all of one’s blind misery. Alternatively, If one seeks joy, one finds within a ‘privilege’ of gratefulness—the “God” energy obliging in kind to the positive mind, because life’s energies can only flow forward. Misery is only exulted when the ego wallows in stagnant waters of self-pity.

Humility is strength gained in times of stillness and solace: A listening within to truths of instinctual whispers coming from the ‘something’ of vital aforethought of wonton move progressively forward toward its evolution.

G.aining O.nes D.efinition it seems, is pure conceptual imagination: A personal endowment of perception to un-compromised awe of the things of creation demanding our attention‬ to observe the current flowing through the past—the all of awed things of one name and of one reason in this irony of fluid gravity moving fractured fracktled existence—a personal experience reflecting great conundrums of thoughts, dreams, and imagination’s hopes despairs and desires to g.ain o.ne’s d.efinition”.        

—epc 🐇💬

“Like ultraviolet rays, memory shows to each man in the book of life a script that invisibly and prophetically glosses the text.”

—Walter Benjamin

Never think yourself awesome until you’ve earned it. The goal is to go deeper .. Alice be thy name for ‘time’. See peace true through the pains of wisdom’s knowing.

‘Time’—a word meant to move the ‘how tos’ of finding lessons hiding in the blood.

There’s power in blood .. sweat .. and tears—a tattoo I carry on my back in Asian cuneiform—it compliments the Celtic cross there too. I walk with Koi fish on my feet, to help me remember how to swim in the waters of blood sweat and tears—the waters of my life.

‘Something’ personal is what the source of love sings to pacify each heart. Love beseeches the beecher, ‘The seeds of need are buried deep and dark within each heart. Be still, listen—so to recognize one’s own reflection in the waters of love—so to be power, nourished, so to grow’.

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