The Monster and The Old Man

I had a dream last night.

A large Frankenstein creature was hanging over me. I caught a vision of a girl over to the side, with her back to me. She had blonde hair and a plat running up the back of her head. I imagined her to be a beautiful princess.

Somehow, this monster was about to marry the young 'princess', and knowing this it sent a surge of fear or resistance and I cried out in my sleep 'You will not marry her, you fucking bastard', or words to that effect.

I don't know where he went as I almost stumbled into semi waking state (by the act of me shouting out in my sleep) but when I got back the figure had changed. I was now speaking with an elderly man, still very large, but somehow pitiful, impotent. Potentially all the things that I find sad and pityful about myself.

The monster and the old man ... maybe these are my demons. The monster inside me, and the old man that never achieved his dreams.

Later that day we had to bury Bunda (short for Abundancia), 'our' resident wild bitch. It was horrible. We found her dead, on the side of the track.

I smoked a fat one and went down to wash myself at the tank. I asked The Father of Creation to wash me of my sins, wash out all the negativity. As I washed myself, the image came to me of the big Frankenstein monster that appeared in my dream last night, and in my imagination, I hugged him, and loved him, honoured him. This image brought me peace.

Perhaps this is a practice, of invitation.

So now,
I invite the old man,
to appear within me,
or without me,
and help me find
true abundance.

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Daily Prayer

Dear FATHER GOD,

I pray to you this day.

To give me guidance and clarity.

To know that I am doing the work of THE CREATOR.

By the sense of BEING FULFILLED in my works of healing THE MOTHER.

To help me communicate this to the world.

So that the world may know me.

And that I may know my SELF.

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By the word, my world is created.

Yet, in silence I find everlasting life.

Getting Off the Offensive

Sometimes I feel so offended by you brother,
By the fact you find me so offensive.
The 'fuck you' that it gives me,
and the desire to give it back.

Somewhere down it touches me,
In parts that feel deep and low.
But then when I see, the depth of ME,
It all just seems so shallow.

When I come to my senses & feel the Love,
The Love that has been given to both of us,
By our Mother and Father.
I turn my cheek, and let it burn through me, like a fiery wind.

Peace I desire.

So much so,

That I desire for you also.

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I’M SORRY.

PLEASE FORGIVE ME

THANK YOU

I LOVE YOU

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REPENT,
FORGIVE,
BE GRATEFUL
and
LOVE!

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These are the teachings of  Ho’oponopono.

These are the teachings of Jesus.

These are the teachings of the Wise.

The problem with the word 'Right'.

A right?

What is that?

Am I right in saying that it's something that is inalienable to me as a human being?

But what if someone else says they're right? Then where does that leave you?

Who is right and who is wrong?

Who's right is it to tell you? Who has that authority?

Don Miguel would say. there is no wrong and there is no right. There is only truth and lies. That's it.

And perhaps it's a problem, in todays society that people are not capable of facing their own lies and that this form of 'schizophrenia' resonates a geometric pattern through our society. In our case it seems that it's one of a pyramid. A power structure where all the power and energy seems to be funneled to the top. There is some kind of 'central power' that's been subverted. It is a trick of the mind and is reflected out into the world we see, in which most of us see a world of hierarchical and dominating structures, too difficult to comprehend for most of us (which only adds to the fear of such an awesome entity). Is it because we somehow are not able to take responsibility for our lives and our lies? From our lies have we not created a complex fabric, an apocalypse that covers our eyes, the eyes that are capable of seeing God, in truth, and in nature?

Is it not my right to Know the Truth so that I can be free from lies?

Now I remember

Now I remember,

Now I know why.

How I got here,

And for what I would die.

I work for my father, and HIM, ALONE.

I am a Keeper of the Earth.

This is MY home.

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A Wall of Frustration

It’s like a wall of frustration,

Built from karmic stone.

It’s like a cliff face,

The fall from which would shatter my bones.

Impossible it seems,

No matter how hard I try.

The more I press forward,

The more it attacks.

A vicious onslaught,

Without any slack.

The more I try.

The more I lack.

Maybe I'm wrong,

and it’s time to go back.

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Through the Eye of the Neil

Through your eyes,
I took what was yours.

Through mine,
It came freely to me.

You think I lie.
But do you even see I?

You think you are so wise.
Well it's not wise to think.

You choose to hate me.
But that's not me.
It’s just your choice,
That I’m free to let be.

I know you want me to feel your pain,
What I wonder, is why you think I don’t?

You believe your struggle, is so much worse than mine.
Cos how would I know anything, right?

So I must ask you then,
If you’re so wise.
Why can’t you see,
That I am you, and you are me?

For you, I hold a rite of passage.
For you, I hold a chance to be free.
For you I behold something to forgive.

For you, and only you,
can release yourself and be free.

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