I am accustomed to extreme bouts of mental unrest, and far too many events of staggering confusion in my disease of Paranoid Schizophrenia. At times, my mind becomes the battlefield of a war that seems to never end and the carnage is the deep wounds of a fractured psyche and phobias that resonate with the call to arms in a futile attempt at control. Continue reading
Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we all got a practice run at living before we lived the life that counts? I mean to have an opportunity to live through the mistakes, retain the knowledge and then do it right. Continue reading
Sometimes my worst nights are followed by my greatest insights into myself and the Truths this Life presents to me. As I lay in the darkness, unable to sleep, but neither am I plagued with the mental attacks I wrote of yesterday, I am overwhelmed with the Truth that I am centered in Love and that Love is with me through the best of times and the worst of times, even when I lose sight of it. Continue reading
I’ve mentioned before that I’m sort of a loner, the solitary type; I keep to myself, and strive for the knowledge that can only be found within oneself most of all, and then look for it in kind in the world in which I dwell. Continue reading
I’m, for the most part, a solitary man, keeping to myself, that doesn’t mean I don’t have a wild social side to me, I just keep that in check for the most part and only let that part of me see the light of day on special occasions with close friends. Continue reading
“One aspect of compasion is to respect others’ rights and to respect others’ views. That is the basis of reconciliation. The human spirit of reconciliation based on compassion is working deep down, whether the person really knows it or not.
Our basic human nature is gentleness; therefore, no matter how much we go through violence and other bad things, ultimately the proper solution is to return to human feeling and affection. So affection or compassion is not only a religious matter, but in our day-to-day life it is quite indispensable.
Respect, much of what I came to believe during my youth had to be unlearned for me to understand the Wisdom I have found to be essential in embracing different religions and cultures. I was raised on television bravado, such as John Wayne, where respect had to be earned or you didn’t get it. This is a TERRIBLE foreign relations policy Continue reading
When I first googled the word “blog” this last April I had never even read a blog, much less written one. I never had any interest in it, but a friend had suggested it might be a good idea for me and I knew I had a natural talent for writing ever since college. Back then, I preferred classes with a 10 page final instead of a test because I new I would get an “A” in that class, without much time investment. I have been writing a journal for over 20 years, so in a certain since, I’ve been preparing for this for a very long time, but I didn’t know I would come to enjoy it so much. Continue reading
so that the lion will become human.
Cursed is the man whom the lion shall eat,
and the lion will become human.” (v.7)
When I read this verse, and meditate upon it, I keep revolving around the term “Lion of Judah”, a reference for Jesus in the Christian tradition. I believe in prophecy, and I believe that because we all are indwelt by the Presence of the Creator then we all have access to knowledge beyond the 5 senses, learning to understand that knowledge and how to use the vision of that knowledge is not something I believe is widely known, nor even accepted.
I believe this verse was spoken in a prophetic since by Jesus in regards to what would become instituted as the Eucharist, or Communion as it is also referred too. “I am the Bread of Life.” (John 6:48) Continue reading
A common theme to my interior life and thus to much of my creations is Unconditional Love. It is devotion and passion without boundaries. It is something that at birth we are all capable of giving for it appears to be imprinted upon us through the process of creation itself. With the first kiss of breath, that very moment that Life sparks within the essence of a babe the ability to Love is Present, only through experience and degeneration are we brought low to exist with the walls of fear for possible injury and threat to our emotional and physical security. Continue reading
Lo do I know the pain of memories that haunt the night. The mares both day and night come to steal what peace I pretend to have as I relive the agony of that which was stolen, taken by force as the brutish and evil wreak havoc upon the weak and the innocent. Continue reading
I slip through the doorway into the the night with a silent movement. In the darkness I again find my repose. In the effortless tune of tranquility I hear the melody of the day begin to play as the pitch of black becomes deep blue. The rhythm is already in motion through the taps upon the tin above me from the tears of the night born this morn as the joy of dawn. Continue reading
In the darkness I am open with a sight not known to me. Standing at the edge of nothingness, when all that is fades from shape and future into a formless void, I see the beginning of all things as it was before the birth of creation. The breath of Me is still present, I can know it yet separated from an empirical perception, in a state of existence where senses are bereft of knowledge and an effortless consciousness is required to become aware of the unattainable…tranquil silence. Continue reading