• Spiritual Musings

    Musing of Twilight

    Twilight’s grieving of a day gone by.
    The doorway into the dark of the day. Samhain the doorway into the dark of the year. Memories of in-between, lifetimes ago, snippets of others who slipped into their iterative incarnations.

    Marines Marking time to a duty, remember Greek warriors. Two warriors with duties on the opposite ends of trail. Why was this memory.

    Lifetimes hidden by Occult means. Hidden from Gods. Only to ask the God who’s desire is your constant iterative incarnation to be squashed in each, wisdom that they, by word, must impart.
    White Halls of Memphis conferring with one, and assailed by another who was not allowed entry into the library and priesthood. The scene of three speaking of the past in a bodega in Okinawa. Why Arcturus? Enki’s field hiding from Bo├Âtes. Middle star of Orions Belt as Defiance?

    Ancient past lives, erupt while stumbled upon. Influences from the past that escape mundane attention. Then as one remembers, the hallmarks, remarkable in cryptic esoteric symbols, sit in ones mind.

    The sesspool of the world, at least one of many in America, a redhead, wild, glorious and base, drunk hanging out a window, “Enki I still have your powers!”
    Decades later, I know, and I know why I hid. The interims, and the disasters for millennias , the Mes mishandled, Aeons pass, the usurper steals names and powers or at least inflates them in the minds of mortals. I hide no more.

    New Mes to create, old tablets of destiny to destroy, fates to be keyed for a evolving future to be decreed. I am now an Archonstone. I hide no more. Yet stealth in the now and forthcoming still.

    No Ancestors I have. I am the hidden one. My past lives shall serve as ancestors and spirits for work and presence. And so it is. I am the center, the Archonstone, more than a pure land. A vehicle, chariots hinged to know, to dare, to act. Silence is, while there is a cacophony of chaos. To be heard, is for one to listen. To be seen, is for one to align to a current. A new river, a reality stream, a torrent, an Ocean of Metal, errupting cooling and not burning, but to cause evolution.

    Realities people drown, they float from one place in the river of Samsara to another. Maya suckles them with their own ego. What a purely empty desert. The few gods feed their tyranny. Others hold space for cultures that need to be reborn. Be reborn and your people to lives renewed. Evolve the whole world. The weavers and potters, come to communion. Commune with all artisans. Know the Mes are yours and yours to define. Hold sacred so not one god can steal.

    Luciferios of Promethian strain, Titan of light and wisdom, let not the slave gods nor their minions steal thy presence, powers and gifts to mankind.

    He of the waters of the underdeep, erect pillars of light and metal from there to the heavens. Weave the now, then , everywhere and when, into the now. Evolve, ever. Evolve each and every. Change is. People Embrace Change, enchant your forever in balance and in Harmony, with Spirit and Integrity. Embody Love, Life, Liberty and Light, holding the dark to enliven, birth and create each to each. If you loose your way, the Archonstone shall light the way. If you are assailed by the agents of evil, take comfort in the darkness of the Archonstone. Be shielded, loved and renewed, be reborn anew, refreshed and join each to each. Weave the world a new tapestry. Guide the rivers, raise the mountains, sing the air, feed life, love it all.

    WHY?

    SO, I, WE, HE, SHE, US, ALL CAN EVOLVE!