Have you ever had a moment, when everything cubed in your skull? A series of coincidences fell before you, letting you known something, some personal truth. Perfect sense but not accepted. This day in existence a new stage has been set, residing in a comfort zone of sorts created with technology and ideas. What I’m speaking of is these moments in our lives when a person feels… different, conscious, mystic, and intense… in-tune with clues left in our minds, as the mind fabricates our interpretation of our life together in the five or six known senses of an earthly form. But most don’t know what these experiences are or how to sustain them, and when it stops the lucidity of such insight dissipates in a way, and even dismissed. Were left feeling restless, pathetic, dissatisfied on the point that now we’ve seen these truths, yet helpless in its wake. The path not taking. the words unspoken.
Everyone is searching for more - or some shred of fulfillment, a deeper meaning in the monotone world of consumers and that, which is consumed. Relationships have changed into a single juggernaut way of thinking, a me-first attitude, and even babies are now just a large inconvenience. The preoccupation of love, pleasure, and the technology to mold this world for the comfort of us is coming to a forking point in time. We as humans seem in such a rush to get somewhere, but we have not a clue as to where, or what that is exactly. We’ve taking inutro truths and made religion, creating fabulous fantasies of heavens and hells, yet then fought wars in name of such knowledge. Sometimes the acceptance of universal truths seem more in fashion than the war between them, seems… as still a working project. Scientific method couldn’t produce an accurate picture of God, and nether can the 101 user-friendly religions free to rent or own, not to me. So what then science? Religion? A combination of all or none the above?
We live in world of majority rules, well fortunately I now live in world of information, and now, not a day goes by when a single of that majority is shot with ideas and forever changed. Einstein lived in the minority for some time, and now? Pure genius. His work has taught us that what we can record and label as hard matter is mostly space, empty space with energy flowing through it. That when that hard matter (us) with energy running through it (soul?) is observed, that the mere act of observation changes the places these tiny particles can go – impossible places given our understandment of the rules of this universe. Even through time, so understand that next time your feeling down and powerless, that your simple thought is changing and effecting you, your life, the world, its why the past happen and the future hasn’t. Understand that everything at its core is a dirigible lump of putty in hands of human intention, our expectations twisting existence for us, just as we have manipulated the environment the same. The majority I live in today knows not the power humans behold, yet I smile, cause they will.
I believe in beauty, not in any egotistical sense or the stereotypical alpha male’s pursuit of an ad models tail. But power derived from such, it’s amazing. We, the bio electrical energy we are, feed off others and objects like leeches – sucking forces unseen and feeling the power from them. I see it flowing, in a long look between lovers, in the madness of argument and verbal abuse. A person feeling low, empty and in the need of power, energy, they will use this against some one that cares, to break down and win over the other, absorbing their energy. Leaving the others weakwilled and broken, when they’re only flunking the test themselves. That’s why its so hard between lovers, for when they come together, they give this energy in abundance and freely. As the relationship moves on a power struggle ensues for this energy, and when greedy with weakness or lack of self-confidence, we become psychic thieves – and argue, only falling further from what we need… love. Hey maybe Buddha and Christ were on to something, you think!
Ever noticing your self, while commenting on something or someone’s beauty? Have you ever noticed the crisp, bright ray of colors in an object of beauty, how it seems to seduce and empower? The vividness in a sunset, the curves of woman, they stand out above all else, as does anything we hold personal in that sensation. Have you ever met a person truly alive and seen how people just flow or flock around them? Those blessed few are truly tapping into a greater force. I hope that maybe understanding more of what it is we are really doing will give us direction and a greater sense of what it is to be empowered with life.