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True Power

" True power does not need arrogance, a long beard and a barking voice. True power is attained with silk ribbons, charm and intelligence"

- Oriana Fallaci in "Il Divo"


The Truth Unveiled

           What is thy tale of woe? A journey of ignorance and misguided deeds? Surrounded by ghosts that are merely acting their parts in the Grand Drama of Soul Evolution? How many times must One fall before they realize their Cosmic Fire and birthright?

         The journey of Initiation and Truth is indeed a pathless land. Fanning the flame within vs without. So many clues yet so many tests and traps ultimately catch us in their snare.

          The silence about the Truth is deafening. As if the secret of secrets is to be acquired with no one present. So many sad eyes watching you crash and burn. Hoping ... praying that you will find your way.

           Truth is not found in the classroom, the chapel or the boardroom. It must be manifested thru Trial and Error. Joy and Pain. Love and Wisdom. The Fire within must be stoked and smoldered. Rekindled and set a blaze again.

            Walking after crawling ... eventually needing a staff, the Riddle of the Sphinx is answered. It is Man that must discover he is Divine ... both strong and sweet.

             Not one will whisper the Key. It must be discovered thru Love Determination and Will.

             Conditioned to believe that The One is without, I stumbled upon the Divine spark within.

             Honing my skills, I refused to hide. It's in my blood. Tragically authentic, the Greek play unfolded with timely precision. The song played on as deaf ears listened.

            The music is in the silence. The high pitched ringing in my ears whispered the clue. Know Thyself yet abandon it in the nick of Time.

            The paradox revealed. It's all an illusion. A projection of my inner state of Mind.

            Between the lines is the story.

            Blinded by Darkness. Distracted by the glitter. Resisting the tempting pull of the Dark Orb.

            Refusing to feed the lost souls of the Astral plane, I learned to dance with my Shadow.

            For my eyes were made to see and ears to listen. Stepping off the carousel, the show ceased it's nimble step. It's all a dream.

            Twain in faces, Intuition will guide you beyond the Grand Facade.

            Gnosis is To Forget.

            The Truth Unveiled.


1 comment:

Dylan Harris said...

Really cool stuff man. This makes me think a lot and I really enjoy what you have to say. Keep it up! I'm looking forward to seeing what you do in the future. Also, hope that clothing line prospers.