Monday, May 28, 2012

TRANSCENDENTAL TRAUMA

TRANSCENDENTAL TRAUMA

In the wake of obsolete reasoning, the halls and lecture rooms of academia are stained with the inconclusive perception of our true origins. We scrutinize this institutional way of thinking because it smells deceptive. It is bound by the coercion and finite pursuit of self-appointed demigods, who cast dispersions of disdain on the establishments who suspend the manufactured hypothesis of existence with no purposeful conclusion. Our purpose, destiny, agenda is nothing other than our own experience. No interference is necessary unless we allow it. Whether it creates or crucifies us, it is our journey to infuse our story into the true earth library. Our divine testament given to the library of human nature. A biological moment planted in time, and as we awake in this dimensional matrix, we  inhabit  an overwhelming sense of density and destiny.

In western civilization, our gaze is being diverted toward the mediocre. No rationale to our inner longing for peace and contentment. In our true egoic state, life is replicating materialism. Objects of desire are deeming more important in priorital manifestation, empowering an insidious momentum into our collective destiny. We have been sidetracked from this important and sacred agenda. Covertly and cleverly. We gallantly succumb to all victimizations which society churns out in its illegitimate slurry. We bow our heads to greet our captors, bewildered as to the whereabouts of a place other than the present moment. There are accentuations in the dominator paradigm of higher dimensional intent coating our societal dilemma. It is too thorough in its covert interpretation.  

The binding agent driving this ambiguous manipulation is part of an alien technology, which has been used as  social control mechanisms disguised as humane and enlightening constructs which we gladly submit to. Most institutions have adopted their own order to deflect our true agenda away from the collective soul for centuries. By ‘alien’ I don’t mean the extraterrestrial kind.  I am suggesting that this mechanism is part of a technology, which is totally alien to humans and nature. It has been kept from the people in order to manipulate us collectively.  It is a quasi-intuitive theocratic mechanism directed at the subconscious, creating its desired outcome other than its true original  purpose.

Mimicry is best suited to explain this illegitimate coercion. Most of the momentum for our fear based society has been fed by the victim - perpetrator paradigm. A slave creates servitude to the master without question, critique or purpose.

As we dissect the Corporate Mindset, each level of responsibility is allowed a specific variance of information to feed on. Whether the material is sustenance for the individuals mind or not is irrelevant.  It has not been created to evolve, or to imbue the workers with revelations. It is a carefully concocted fragment which interplays with those who have created its intent. Most, if not all corporate men and women’s minds have been influenced without their knowledge. All institutions have been created to serve and service this agenda. All indoctrination, which takes place within the institutionalised learning complex, has evolved from this agenda to enslave the Divine Human. It is up to each individual to experience this manipulation in their own way, although it is perplexing to be creative while perpetuating your own destruction.

 We wised up eloquently to serve with gracious arrogance, the beast knocking repetitiously at our splendor. Materialism allowed us to explore vulnerability to its extreme. Each of us co-created our own part to play. Our own identity eventually created a new quasi-distortion of our true evolutionary path. An integration of ego, soul and spirit within a victim-perpetrator paradigm. As multiple personalities were created to conspire in this 3D matrix, we are vying for validation within our own battered individual psyches.

Our collective imagination, with the aid of the concept of evil,  has now taken our species once again to the brink of extinction. Each second paralyzes the next with an overactive  and insane expediency to implode into the moment. The silence of truth is deafening. It is only in this silence can we see the light of heaven and hell with the same eyes we see nature glorifying itself in divine perpetuity. 
   
STAY SACRED ....... if you DARE !!!

© Copyright David O'Brien 2012

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

ARISE AND SHINE

ARISE AND SHINE

Within each waking moment, we seize an impetus within our psyches which, by no fault of our own, is breaking free of this cellular endorsement to mediocrity. We create beauty everyday, true beauty, with true abandonment. We go off with the pixies to refuel from this 3D hiccup. We constantly reassure others that the odds are against humanity and we are definitely a long shot to come out of these murky waters unstained, underwhelmed and undone. Well, sort of. We are hesitant to create new connections for fear they hold an old past memory which needs attention. A diabolical part of yourself that faded away in the moonlight. We have been the beast, the burden and now moving into the sacrificial lamb...for the sake of a few old men.

This is where your mediocrity originates from. A catharsis of unoriginality fuelled by a bloody war and sips of devilish power for the sake of a moment filled without love, empathy & compassion. An almost mechanically driven moment operating without soul nor spirit. We wonder what the world could be. We have reference points of our personal utopia. But now dears, it's time to put those moments together. We are the jigsaw puzzling ourselves. Crucifying the uncorrupted. Poppycock, it can't be done. Neither history nor science are unblemished by the stains of innocent blood, because a self proclaimed God stopped by to have some fun at our expense. But how powerful really is an irresponsible God? 

A vacuum of of love is trying to get at us, knocking on the doors of truth, exposing an anomaly found nowhere else in the universe. Sparks of majesty are crowning the children of earth, so they can tell their stories to the star children. Suits are becoming as unpopular as toxic food, the noose around our brothers neck leaves him with no oxygen, gasping for air in an undiluted paradise of smelly disdain for the meek and vulnerable. It was old memories which trapped him. The discouragement of fathers bent because of war. Too brittle to father anything vulnerable. Too damaged to be loved. Lying in bed reliving an irresponsible moment created with a deceptive eye. We say sorry in between breaths because our souls are compassionate. We are always there when we hear the silent impetuous screams from the collective heart. We keep getting damaged by these innocuous memories we hold onto. The baggage which heaven refuses. Slight distortions of moments intended for bliss, not misery. 

I beseech you. How do we get you onside? On a platform paved with true historic inevitability. Not the fodder served up to your damaged child. Let you know of realities where you danced for centuries because dancing was the rhythmic speech of love. Each step from now on must be paved with grace. So we continue to unwind ourselves in this misty oversight of soul. We over embellish in sanctimonious fear of being persecuted on a cellular level. But the beast will get inside of you. Humming in your bones to the tunes of archontic crimson. It wants to inhabit your soul momentarily. It wants to emulate compassion. The yearning for the nurturing we so lost. It eats your memories with lustful intent, drying the tears of sentiment under rose coloured glasses. It is to you I offer a potential I had yearned for. Today I told the world I cared. In my own voice of inexplicable destiny. I'm done crying, dying for the sins of broken men, bitter and twisted in the pool of unlimited potential. It is a potential that is being called upon to bind the moment with grace and gratitude.

Wherever you are situated you define this sensory paradise. If it scours with contempt, nurture it. In its tangible state, gnosis is earthbound, an introduction to the Sacred Art of Transmogrify. All we touch will light up, so sacrifice the ego for unconditional Love. It helps us all.

STAY SACRED ....... if you DARE !!!

© Copyright David O'Brien 2012