The Change ! ! !

 

Sitting in the comfort of your great i you think that you are so happy. That all your needs are taken care of. Your unhinged world view constantly refusing, constantly reusing all that you know to remind yourself; i exist. You form little schemes and plan your life, your nice, happy stable life. You think that if you all this and that your i will survive. That depending on what you have created be it a good man, beautiful woman, a slob, a millionaire, a working man, a religious woman sinning hymns to whatever god be it material or not will give you rest. Give you fulfillment and impose on you peace. This mythic sense of complete stability that will throne the great i for all time. That nothing will change as right now it is so, oh so stable and you managed to create a world of things that you understand. If you come across things that you do not you either turn away or to everything within your power to make it so that they will adhere to your image. 

 and then; something changes. 

Armageddon of your little bubble of stability. Inevitably snuffed out by the inevitable. Change comes in knocking on your heavens door. Throws you down into the lake of fire. What will you do? You claw at stability in this chaos. You use every trick in the book to bring back peace. What will you do? What I say? Then in a moment of insight you think.. what was this, stability? Was it a dream? I do not have it but why is it that i am still here. I am ... I am ... I am ... i am ... iam... am am am mmmmmm...   

road map to the other side of the mirror

Seeking the other side we look upon the its clear smooth surface eventually we have to realize that there  is no surface no smooth no reflection. We do not exist our reflection does not exist but all that shall only become known during the journey. Before that we need to smooth out the surface of the mirror. Polish it so hard that the reflections it gives are pristine tricking the eye to question if by looking at it we see the reflection or in actuality our own eyes. So let us take this magic cloth and start.

 

The surface, my surface that I am faced with all muddy and harsh. I cannot see anything within it. 

 
The cloth that I have in both my hands. The left and the right my binary polarity. The two within me that will be used as one start its work of the great polish. 

 
The work. So much work. No matter how much you polish whenever you try to look into your eyes you see a smudge. You go back. Another smudge you start all over. Suddenly you realize this is not even my reflection. What is this beast that i see in front of me? Me or what? Not me? But is it that i am this beast of burden? Is it the truth. Do not fret, it is only but a reflection and all that is important is the work. 

 
Keep polishing the mirror till your hands bleed. Whole body aches. Such is the way that for change to become the truth you have to know. You know through strain and effort. Through suffering. Through working through suffering. Through smiling through suffering. Through crying through suffering the work will show you the way. 

 
Then suddenly a glint. A glint of the pristine image shown in front of you. It speaks. Its perfect. You see you in its entirety. Now comes the most violent part. All this time you wanted to see you, you worked to see you all those years. And when you finely do you realize it is nothing but a reflection. SMASH the mirror. Smash it because you are not a reflection of some I. There is no reflection because there is nothing there to reflect. 

 
Such will be the road of each of us. So say these words. Go forth and reflect on this.    

sweet taste of a dream

So like I said in the title, I would like to start a cult. Nothing special. Just you know, your general not so secret secret society, full of robes, chanting and an occasional group frolic on some sacred ground, fairy meadow, or in a boudoir. Make up a list of some rules that everyone will not have to adhere to as of course everyone in this cult will be free. This is a free cult after all. All can join and definitely all can leave whenever they want, or don't. We will have a purpose, a very very important purpose which will be like glue that holds us together. This purpose will be known by all, even more so then rules. Of course, this is what most people will think that they know our true purpose but that is not entirely correct because this cult will take us all on a journey. It will have to. So This clear purpose will not necessarily be so clear to all. We will have to all make effort, the right effort in order to find out what this purpose actually is. Do not fret my dear friends there will be one that will know. The guide. The one and only. The Man with the capital M that shall know, our shepherd. No, he is not our ruler, not even our leader but he knows. He knows more than you and I and when looking into your eye, or is it I, he shall give you hints so that you can take the journey yourself. And no my dear reader I am not the Man, far from it, I am just the humble servant.