preface
I am the integrator, the seamster, the storyteller, the facilitator. My purpose in this life is to remind people of the truth of the universe– the foundation of everything has always been love. My purpose is to love so deeply that we remember who and what we are, what we have always been, what we will be.
My heart beats in my brother’s chest; it is at the core of what our existence means, the lifeblood of humanity from which flows the wealth of our collective knowledge, experience, joy, everything.
We are haunted, determined to find love, safety, and belonging in spite of any obstacles, even if only perceived or learned. World views which posit a fundamental divide between the beings of this world breed belligerence. Ecosystems become battlefields, children are born on the defensive. Chaos amplifies and the mind cannot find silence– the soul remains camped in a warzone. Mothers fight against their own nature; how can one find peace and clarity amidst rubble and the din of munitions? Generations of battles compound until they are resolved by consumption or construction. This is the cycle of the universe, the creation of beings to consume, the endless loop; reckless nihilism a path to unparalleled freedom.
Those who aspire to lead seek the guidance of mass consciousness, to absolve themselves of the culpability of their actions and preserve their ego through the illusion of power whilst being bound tighter than the poorest beggar. Surely, there has been greatness in the hearts of leaders, but only relative to the darkness one must personify to become great. These are not personal demons that they grapple with but the collective sins of an entire planet– a great weight that must by its very nature drive one to ruin or sainthood.
Children understand the profundity of existence; becoming an adult is forgetting, becoming wise is remembering. By and by, it all returns– the wonder and jubilation of youth captured in a momentary glance skyward just after midnight. Would that the stars find their way to one another across the vast darkness that separates and defines them, would they be satisfied to shine as one, multiplied in the gleam of the viewer’s eyes?
Adrift upon midnight waters…