The Pagan Activist

 We would like to introduce to you our regular columist for 'DragonFly Voices' - Pertnikoff!

The Pagan Activist

I am a spiritual writer, poet and artist, following the path brought forth by the Lady.  I wish to bring forward a new view point for those who seek a different way through this quagmire we call life.  It is my hope that reading the gift of my words will change how we see ourselves and the world in which we live.   We are just a part of a much greater whole, and responsible for our own place to make it a better.  If we all do a little, together we can do a lot.   It is not impossible to change the world, it just takes time and the will to try.

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 There is a great gift you can give to yourself.  Of all the things that surprise you, there is still a freedom from that inclement weather of your inner life.  The right to live, to love, to feel, is something only you can take away from yourself.  Sure, if we are aware, we can travel through the many parallel realities, or dimensional transfigurations, seeing what we are able as we develop our interface of sight.  Such practitioners of the inner sight know, even as the realities perceived may shift with individual view point.  There is much argument on what truth actually is, but it is not for this day to mull over that often sought answer.  To look within, to open sight unto greater reality, we still must go through that one beautifully fantastic instrument.

 To see, we must use what is available to us, though some view through this perspective differently and sometimes subconsciously.  It is necessary, and it is used each time we look beyond ourselves and into these unseen and at times feared places.  This instrument is the only one we have.  All others are illusion. There may be other ways to view such truths, but all are of an interface which diverts through another place or person before it becomes our own.  This is a filtering of truth before it comes unto ourselves, it still exists no matter the goodness or purity found within the filtering interface.  Beyond this filter we must still use that which is the singular and only interface to view truth that matters and concerns our place in the moment.  This is the instrument of ourselves, our own soul or spirit.

 What do we truly have but that which is who we are?  Every other person, place, or thing, no matter who they are to us, or what there place is in our lives, is outside of this singular point of existence.  For this is where we exist, this is our last inch of identity.  None other can truly exist within this place of our core, unless we allow this of them.  Permission is always granted, and they exist within only at our pleasure, to be removed as we desire.  Here that root, that foundation of what we are, is the core of our integrity which sprouts to grow a weave into the world. This is the birthplace of our creative impulse, the place where our moral coding is sifted and changed as we live life and evolve our ‘us’ from what we were into what we are.  Within this place, we purify the essence in the forge of living, until we at last are able to stand on our own, fortifying the strength within ourselves to withstand the endless pressures of the living world whose desire is for all to follow their truth, their ways, their moral codes and structures.

 The world wants sheep, rather than those who stand upon the moral fiber of their own self discoveries. Sheep fall in line and support the existing structures created by the strongly willful, feeding the legitimacy of the righteousness of their flock and prove their truths more to themselves than the truth’s purity of itself.  If such sheep would suddenly stand up and  ask questions difficult, and perhaps challenging to answer, would they not be cut out of the flock and labeled heretic?  The existence of such is nothing other than threat to an established order which may remove some of those who are of the existence whole.  History has shown such behaviors in the many splinter movements which have fractured almost all known and established religions.  The search is short, if the desire to find this information is present, and the resultant difficulties manifested upon those daring few by the masses, who then disdained those they only just before claimed to love with no conditions.

 There is no good or evil of path, there is only the truth of the path of the chosen way for each.  The hardest path of the chosen way is the path of individual, one walked and measured with that beautiful instrument found within yourself.  For your own way, is the way which best suits your purpose and evolving of your soul within the crucible of living. It is the only truth worthy to guide your way.  Through times and after many trials, the willing and courageous venture this path for self realization, crossing borders of societal flocks, dancing on their fences and walking to the beat of their own soul’s truth.  They may weave a trail through many established religious sects, bouncing form truth to truth, for truth exist within all religions, suitable to those who find them such.  Yet for some, it is not enough to live within the dust of old ways.  They must have a life within their spirituality that invigorates their living heart with every heart beat of their day.  They see a light of a truth at a frequency only visible to themselves.  No longer do they seek approval of their way through a structure or system established in time or etched in the dogmatic stone of existent structure.  Instead, they measure all that is offered as truth, using their own beautiful instrument within as the bench mark found within, discarding what rings false, keeping what fits rightly.

 Freedom is found within the dance of self in this way, and it shines through for all to see, whether consciously seen or not.  For to live this way requires much refinement in the fires of living, a time measured in lifetimes, rather than years.  You see it in those who shine with serene beauty and smile at you through the epiphanies you want to shout out to the world.  They know because they have been there, and lived that same moment. They watch in silence and offer a kind word or gesture that simply shifts a thought to send your careening towards a gift they received before you.  They never dictate, never direct forcefully or without patience.  Only the gentlest nudge is given, for the right path will find its way, thus an almost forceless drawing.  You walk away from their silence with a new shard of that gem of truth, wondering a little but living new joy.  Such is the way of the silent knowing ones that guide.  And you stand at their side, in time, smiling that silent way that they showed you as you touch a life in a way that alters their path to that living truth we all seek.  You smile and know that somehow, something within your essence has lived that sparkle of truth visible to that beautiful instrument, and know it as a new and wondrous addition to the wholeness of your being.

Pertnikoff

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It begins in many ways, stumbling over your path, seeming as though it wishes to create a chaos of what you once thought of ordered.  Nor does it seem to matter if you are willing.  It simply comes.  Nothing can stop what is to be, for a universal decree has rapped upon your door and there you are, alone and naked, panting in anticipation or denial of what is to come.  It will always be easier to accept such inevitability but it would seem that our natures are nothing other than to fight what we don’t wish for, and even then, we sometimes still do.

How is it that karma works its way into this equation?  It is fair to say that such forced changes within our lives, are nothing other than the masters of karma at work.  Karmic balancing is intertwined with life lessons but it is not the same.  Woven between one life and the next is a program of spiritual evolution through the overcoming of “lessons” that simply arrive in our lives through no conscious choice of our own.  Karma lives within these interactive lessons through the balancing of life energies in polarity between individual souls.  In the end we shall all be the same, arriving at the purpose of our evolutionary process as equals.  Karmic balance ensures this.

The light of love is part of the process much like the fluid of spiritual transportation in the streams of our living.  We can hide in the shadows created by its flowing light or we can swim as fast as we can to arrive at our destined end.  It does not matter what choices we make to these ends for we shall arrive, no matter how long it takes to get there.  It is a measure made in life times, not years.  A life’s purpose shall come, for purpose itself is a function of the measure of a life. No matter how we try to dodge or weave away from our purpose, it shall embrace us as inevitable.

Often the seeker spends much of their lives searching for meaning and purpose, shifting aspect after aspect within them in an almost desperate frenzy to grasp it.  Why is it that purpose eludes their cognizance while it pounds another, crushing change into them with seemingly merciless abandon?  What mystery is it that drives providence to such diversity between individual souls?  Who can say that those who seek are not actually fulfilling their purpose, and those who have change razed unto them are not?  What would happen to those who try to resist the irresistible forces that lovingly drive us onward, heals dug in as they try to prevent what they fear to come?  What would happen to those who press against the immovable mass of what cannot be moved by their own devices?  It would seem that to relax and flow into what we are and what we shall become would prove wisest.  It is no small thing to allow the forces which guide us through our purpose to speak to us by opening the ear of our hearts, to help us step into our next day with grace and fortitude.  Love shall always be there, for it is what swifts us onward.  If it is to be in a shadow or in the bright burning of its purity, is that not a part of our purpose as well?  Those questions we must ask ourselves and know the truth we find in own hearts, for only there will we glean what is essentially the program handed down to ourselves before we drew breath in the living in which we now exist.

What can we do to slip into the knowing embrace in which we neither yearn nor block the inevitable shifts that draws us onward through the currents of the love surrounding us?  I can only suggest what I have found works for the few that have crossed mine own path, and certainly these would only be suggestions offered for the life in which you live.  By no means do I feel I know all every possible way, but the few I do grasp have worked well in the moments when need has pressed me.  Whatever range of divinity has come for you to accept and embrace, be it GOD, be it God/Goddess or any of the myriad aspects of the unknowable, we should understand that we exist as union, even if only distant at times.  As union, what I do will effect you and yours and the opposite as well. 

We are all one within this spiritual gamut that exists outside where we live our humanity.  It is in this place of knowing that we can extend ourselves outside and into the timeless existence where our greater pieces await.  In this place, the timeless moment can be found and its knowing extends to all creation, should you be willing to follow it there.  It is a matter of capacity in belief that will bring you outward to the realms outside the day of sun and moon.  In this moment we can grasp the whispers of our beloved family, our guides, our divinity, all of the aspects and pieces that are not truly outside of ourselves.  In this moment we can listen and learn of how to walk our next step. In this moment, the grace of our forever aspects can dwell within our humanity.  How well we manifest this within us, is a matter of how good a secretary we are to our own greater existences.  That it is there is not a question (at least in my life) but how well I listen to what I am telling myself is something we grow as we evolve. 

Inspiration, or bringing in the spirit to ourselves, is what I speak of. How we do this, is our purpose, our yearning, and our fear.  It exists beyond reverence, for to even be able to hear the whispers we must revere and respect life and divinity within us.  We must know that we serve the union within us, and honor the aspects with lightness of being and purity of hearts.  This is the place where living the path of ourselves can be found, and the guidance of our divine voice heard in our hearts.  When we find this key to unlock our spiritual freedom we shall no longer yearn for our purpose or fear ourselves and block what is coming down unto our path.  When we know our way is not one of the well worn causeways between the raging waters that we are told we must never enter (by those who wish us to follow only them), and see that the storm is nothing other than what we do not understand.  No one will ever be able to grant us the wisdom of the sight to see, for that is what we do ourselves.  We know that the well worn path is but a part of what we need, and that to walk off this path and into the undiscovered country most blindly fear, is but another turn.  We may find another or two that have dared the wilder places, and they shall be our comfort for a time, yet they are not our purpose and we certainly are not theirs.  Grace has given us their blessing but the truth of our path can only be told to us, by us.  There we shall find it.

Change is inevitable.  How we understand this and work it through our lives is our choice.  The only constant in living our humanity is change itself and no other force of life can alter what our destined learning’s.  It is my comfort to know that “what is for you will not go by you”, for destiny will always manifest what you need to live your purpose.

Blessings

Pertnikoff

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We are always more than we know.  Do we dare to move through, beyond and understand?  Not with the mind, but with something thoughtless and deep, something more than a thought.  Our hearts tell us truths in such tiny whispers.  Our voice made within our ego mind, is it quiet enough to hear?  Yes, our hearts tell us if we dare silence ourselves, our lives, all of those others we use as excuses to not be who we are.  So we seek the perception of our belief, without listening to the knowing.  But it is in silence we find and feel the truth of our ways.  Can we hear her whisper in our heart, the ear within our heart?

The world wants something of us, that beam of light, that star fiber found within our spirit.  It shall pound down our walls, believing what is there is its own, never satisfied with what we can give.  They shall throw down our bodies, taking what they crave, no matter how terrible the consequence to what we are.  What they crave becomes a burning, insatiable need, that fills them with the light to un-dim their own places of darkness.  Our secret is that for them, it never lasts.  It cannot, for it is unearned and does not belong to them.  Down we fall, broken little by little, day by day, until we have nothing left to say, only to do what they tell us we may.  It is done in so many different ways.  Screaming at us, until we obey or calmly convincing us of the error of our ways.  Control threads are many and as varied as the individual.  Thus we reduce until our paper walls have washed away or the raging fires of their ire burn away that fabric we made of our worlds for us to hide within.  Winds erode even the oldest mountains in the end of eternities kiss, to raw red dust.  How can frail humanity resist the pounding fury of our own?

What is left, but that last inch of us which we simply cannot surrender.  Here at last we see that final something of our eternal spark, which is ours and ours alone.  When life itself strips away the uselessness of our illusions, the shadow cloak of our delusions and at last the true light of essence lays open and bare, here at last we see the un-surrenderable chunk of self.  This is where we find that we are as valid a life as any other that seeks keep us as valued treasure, or use us to ease heal their pain.  This validity to exist is the last piece that keeps us as us.  Though our validity is challenged by this world, tearing to pieces all that we build within its realm, we yet have this small little place within our hearts that is safe from the brutal barb wire storms that desire to destroy it.  It is here that we retreat to and know that we will survive.  It is here in the spot of wisdoms understanding that we shift from fear and cease responding from pain, creating pain with reactive anger.  In this space we find ourselves able to see this assault, not as attack but as a gift to our spirits from the world.  It is only when all of the constructs of our lives built upon impure beliefs are torn asunder by this cruel world, by our misunderstanding beloved, by the hands of callous unfeeling humanity or cruelly efficient nature.  Here the gift of our core, who we truly are, as a value of essential character, is revealed to ourselves. 

It is only to ourselves that it has any real value, for this core is that sought after purity which brings us to grasp that last place of inviolable light.  It rushes through all of our rubble filled void, sweeping away the pain of violations and misunderstanding shades.  It fills us at last, with that sought after love that worlds were destroyed to find.  This singular moment defines us.  It changes everything about ourselves, though nothing within us changes.  Discovery does not alter our fiber, it shows us what it is.  From that moment, we go on as this realized definition, and all that dare assail us will see the strength of core value grown manifest.  No longer do we react as a child, but finally understand where the line of compromise ends, and we begin.  This place and its discovery is the interface of your you with the rest of the world.  It is the line you draw in the sand and say, “no further”.  Within this place you reign as master of yourself, keeping it as pure as sun fired gold from here to the core of your you.  Here begins the source of your golden light that shines visibly unseen from the core of you, giving life to your eyes that all see and know, that they will go no further.  Here at last, and finally after a lifetime of refinement, you discover yourself.

Blessings

Pertnikoff

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New things, new ways, new places, each step forward upon this world, this path, is another stepping stone to live with or without what we thought was to be ours.  We all have this gift within our hearts, these sparks of life pressed within us on the day of our conception, this kiss from the mother of us all.  Each day is the gift given to us in our moment, fresh and new, leaving it to us to value it as we will and live as we wish to.  Love exists within us, woven through the fabric of our souls, flowing through us in the ties of our spirit from the source of her eternal star.  We are so very lucky to know her kiss upon our hearts in this most direct of ways.  From her we can feel and know the touch of unconditional love in its purest form.

The ties that bind us can bring us to the purity of our greatness learned through her as we live our human lives in this realm material.  Yet we are human and love itself becomes human, for it is brought forth through the filters of our humanity.  Here it is given to do with as we wish and how we see fit to love others.  Unconditional love itself becomes a matter or how purely we translate the light of her love through us, from the great star of her being.

As we live, we shall meet others, share love and living, playing out our roles upon the wheel of life as we live the lessons of our evolution to purify and grow our awareness to larger perspectives through wisdoms bittersweet kiss.  Such are the steps upon the paths of our chosen lives.  Unconditional love is claimed by many that come to know us, but it is only through the comparison of what we know and feel from her light, that we understand that unconditional love within the human realm is near impossible.  We can only do the best we know how, forever biting off more than we can chew.  We can strive to know as much as we can but always seem to fail to live its eternal definition.  To believe otherwise is to skew the intent within our human interface and live in narcissism, with a view point that is not one of growth, but stagnantly damming to our evolution. We can only live up to our wisdoms growth from the experiences of our many lives and use where we live into our moment, to grow its eternal concept.

We are won over by the love we need as we are driven to find it by the love we think we need.  Seldom ever are the two a reflection of each other.  Our needs can only be seen in the truth of what they are by honest self examination.  Without this continuous process of looking at ourselves in honesties light, we will strive to fulfill our desires as if they are our needs.  This desire will become our reflection which the universe delivers to us as our answer.  If only we could know our need in the purity of what it is, and not fall to the seduction of its desire, then perhaps we would not fall into the blindness found in the emotional turbulence of our misunderstanding ego.

So often, love begins beautifully, satisfying our desires in blissful fulfillment.  We think we have found our unconditional love.  It does not last, because our desires, when satisfied, are lessened by the peace of this love, exposing again the reality that our need is still incomplete.  We want to feel complete and why is our beloved not filling our need to make us complete? The ego self is young in these places, prompting action, responding to the need in places not ready for ungentle ways.  Who can blame us for reacting with pain and in kind, for we do not understand ourselves well enough to make the step away and know us as we are.  In these lands of provoked ego’s, the one who dares to be stronger will rise up in affront, dominating the beloved, often leading to abusive and obsessive behaviors.  Too often this is the way of what we dare call love, starting in beauty and ending in pain.  It is no wonder love has such a bitter sweet reputation.

True love, unconditional love, will never tear down the beloved in selfish egoism and respond in such abusive way.  No more need be said of what happens after this moment, for few can partner and grow beyond the stages of abuse, nor should they think themselves responsible for the well being of the abuser who will never be satisfied until the expected programmed responses are observed. Such demand, such control, is not love, yet still a part of love’s domain, despite its diseased dysfunction.

Separate, allow the beloved to grow and know through self discovery what they think of true love for what it is.  We cannot teach them what they must know within the true light of our eternal mother.  We are here to interface and grow both ourselves and our beloved.  It does not mean that we do not love them.  There will be another chance or time in another life, if it is meant to be.  Karma shall answer or is answering, how will we know the difference? We can know all of what love truly is only through the eternal, which can teach us the light of unconditional love.  We can dare to view it through the interface of our souls and the combined wisdom of our many lives, yet will we truly grasp the essence of something that is eternal in its timelessness?  If we dare see it, perhaps one day even embrace it in the purity that it is given to us, through her.  We will work to get there, but is it not the reason for our living?

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A balanced outlook is essential to avoid falling into the lands of delusion, particularly when this concerns self examination. There is but one path to freedom, and the keys to unlock this freedom are easier to find than most would believe, for they hang around your own neck.  It is only through yourself that you will ever find your freedom and unlock yourself from the chains of this mortal coil. 

Of all the emotional landscapes in which our soul exists, there is one standing above all others in its difficulty to evolve through.  It is vast and contains a great brilliance.  It is in this nature that also exists the consequences of the shadows created in proportion to this brilliance, for when a brilliant light shines, objects of illumination create shadows that match its magnitude in the darkness of its created shadow.  It is a land of extremes which can blind all who dare venture, either by the brilliance of its purity, or by the darkness found in the created shadow.  It is the ultimate bliss and the most terrible loss when we believe it is gone.

There are many religious cultures that view this landscape fixated upon the brilliant light alone.  Their entire focus is upon this singular polarity and though they acknowledge the existence of the shadow found within love, they choose to not know it and make no attempt to understand its reason or purpose.  Such is born an unbalanced perspective of loving, which can only result in the presence of the shadow of love to be embraced with fear.  It is this fear of the shadow of love which creates the act to drive it away, for its manifestation is considered uncomfortable and worthless.  It is apparent in the values promoted within these cultures which banish all but the places of shining light (or attempt to) and condemn all places where the shadow exists.  Since shadow exists within everyone, the ensuing war within the inner self leads to behaviors that are unhealthy and manifest disease within the soul.  Hypocrisy is seen and often runs rampant since the ideals given cannot be lived without the wisdom which manifests in living/understanding of both the light and the dark of love.

If one acknowledges the depths of love, that it does contain a balance of polarities, then it can be viewed differently, particularly in metaphor.  Love has no limits other than what the individual sets upon as definition. One often drawn metaphoric frame set for love is that of the seesaw.  The fulcrum or pivot point is the line of division between the polarities, between the light and shadow existing between the partners in relationship.  Loves depth of travel can be measured by the distance of emotional commitment from the fulcrum.  Those who wish to live depth in love will travel further from the point where love balances.  To live this distance is putting yourself out there and takes courage as well as wisdom.  To live only on one side of this pivot point by embracing only the light aspects will be to live unbalanced.  Since balance exists as a universal law, there will always be a force to come upon such one sided love and hold it even if against its will, to the solution of this universal equation. 

Far better it would be, to grasp, live and acknowledge love in both polarities.  To live a great love, one must encompass a great proportion of its expanse.  To live balanced, one must embrace both sides of love.  This does not mean that you would live within the shadow, reciprocating and sustaining all of those darker emotions unto those in your life whom you express active love with.  It does mean that you experience them to understand these much untravelled expanses of love.  If you can grasp all of those places that exist within the expanses of love and understand the basis as purpose, you will be able to deal with them in an understanding way, and not allow the rise of these aspects dissolve or destroy the creative beauty that is it’s opposite.  The shadow found in love has its legitimate frame work of construction and it exists with equal purpose in these lands of love.  Hatred is not the opposite of love as many of us would think.  Hatred is a form of love, the dark compliment.  It can only exist after the light of love or in the fear of the light of love.  The opposite of love, would be apathy when you consider the entire emotional gamut and dynamics of its existence.  Love means emotional engagement, a willingness to invest emotional energy with another person or thing.  It means exchange and it drives to extremes when it overwhelms our individuality.  It is not easy, nor is it meant to be easy.  To love is to grow, and to grow means one must press to ends of their endurance to grow the emotional muscles in our lives.

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The sins of the father become the sins of the son…

What danger there is to take the words of our ancient and sacred texts literally.  These holy books form foundations for great spiritual movements and we owe them the honor that is their due.  Yet, are these books, written so long ago in the mindsets of those very same ancient times, relevant in literal translations?  What of the translation itself?  Anyone who has read several translations from different authors of the same sacred text will know that this morphing of thought between cultural languages can lead to some extremely varied changes from one translation to the next. 

There is truth in the concept of sin passed down through generations. This was written so long ago, that to assume it accurate in literal meanings for our times, is to lose the intent of its metaphor.  It is in metaphor that all these teachings lay.  If my father’s sins became my own, then everything that my father ever did that was punishable from societal culture, would be upon my shoulders.  It would be a large and unfair burden upon the son.  It is ridiculous to assume such is true, yet there is truth within those very words if you examine the metaphor.

My father has lived his life and raised me well.  He showed to me his value and cultural learning through the example he gave in his living.  I, in turn, absorbed them since they were the most prominent example given to me during the formative years.  To these mindsets and moral currents, I assigned much weight as truth, for it was a major part of my lessons until I stepped out into life and lived my own way to develop and attain a moral yardstick of my own.  I lived them as my values until I learned upon my own path, that these truths of heart were not my own, nor did they belong to me.  Thus it was they were passed onto me, in preparing me for my life. And the sins of the father became the sins of the son.

It is in metaphor only that this is truth. Truly, a sin of his cannot transfer unto my spiritual karma as would a literal translation lead us to believe. The truth lays in the transfer of teachings of life lessons from father to son.  When these teachings are morally corrupt as they apply to the life of the son, and this son accepts them knowing within his own heart that they are of wrong fit for him, then in truth the sins of the father become the sins of the son.  An example of such would be the passing down of attitudes which prejudice the sons acceptance of values which demean and subjugate others due to color or creed or religion.  A blind acceptance of this truth and the fervent enforcement of those values at the cost of these victims leads through to this passage of sin in a very real but metaphoric sense.

There are those who say unto us that we did not choose our parents.  I disagree with this concept.  I believe we have chosen them before our incarnation to this life and we chose them with good reason.  Parents are solid facts, and we are entrenched without choice during our lives with them.  They simply have to be acknowledged in the role that they exist.  It simply is as it is.  Because they spawned us, we must deal with all that they are, or are not.  We simply must.  And because we must, many very uncomfortable and painful lessons of living life shall be, or have been thrust upon us.  If we had choice in our siring, I do not believe any person would choose this pain to be a part of our lives.

There is a truth here that is difficult to see.  Our parents are in fact one of the greatest gifts given to ourselves in this incarnation.  They force our souls to move through these often painful emotional landscapes.  This gift gives us a place to evolve, to grow through those painful times and to learn those things which can be utmost difficult to accept.  The sins of the father need not be the sins of the son if we understand and sever the cycle of generational disorder.  We do not have to live their lives, for we cannot truly do that.  We live our own lives and are responsible for them. The gift our parents gives to us is to transcend what they could not.  We can grow where they were unable.  We can understand and love, forgive and accept them as people, as they are.  It does not mean we must live with them, or accept their behavior as our own, or even see them.  It does mean we must grow beyond them and accept to understand that they too are just troubled people living in a harsh and difficult world.  We are not our parents, nor do we have to be.  We do not have to live their choices for us, when we are evolved enough to make our own for ourselves.

We have chosen a path that for many of us, runs in conflict to our parents wishes and teachings.  Many literal translations run against the way of life that we have chosen.  That we choose to live this life in our own way, tells us that we have learned to break cycles of generational learning.  Our way is a different way, a pagan way, a spiritually open path.  Many of us have been raised in good and loving households, and many of us have not.  What it is that our parents have given to us to learn from them, is our gift to discover.

Metaphor is metaphor, it is not the truth of us, but it can show us the truth within ourselves.  If our truth is unacceptable we can cut it out, we can change it, grow it, evolve it into something more. Something we can live with in harmony.

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How long ago was it that we think we sloughed off the yoke of toils?  When was it we freed ourselves from the whip that urged us through pain, unto the bidding of those who dared force us to call them master?  Was that yesterday? 100 years ago? 2000 years ago? And yet today, are we any better than in those days of will bending brokers of human flesh?  It is through the echoes of time that we look to find ourselves different in our ways that yet remain the same.

There was a young man with skin of night who lived a life of joy.  He had nothing that we of today have, and still he had everything we do not.  He walked a life filled with freedom.  He had family, he hunted to live, he gathered to endure, he listened to his inner voice that whispered to him through his heart.  He kept the life of his soul sacred to him, for this was not just the way that his father had taught him, it was also the way his heart told him was true to him.   He respected the earth and all that she gave to him because she sustained and nurtured all he was and all that was of his world. He was happy in the totality of his being, and he lived a life that was true to his soul. One day he walked into a place from which he would never return.  Ghost men hunted and took him, beating his proud life into passivity and broken 'whys', pounding iron hasps around his throat to hold him, binding an iron ring around his neck.  He was taken from a world he knew, across the great water, to find his life and all he was, exchanged for a handful of tarnished coin.

He knew pain upon the wills of his new and cruel masters.  Peace would find him only if he bent his body to their bidding, and swallowed the bitter pill of their will.  He lived this life until he was no more, and yet they still could not destroy the life he lived within his heart.  This life was more than they could grasp and understand, for it was the life within him that respected what his masters could never see.  He was a slave and lived as a slave, according to the whim of his masters' ownership.  He was a slave and still he found that part of him was free.

There was a young man who lived in a ghostly world of dreams held in boxes and voices talking through the ethers of invisibility.  All his life, since a young child, he was taught through these boxes.  He was taught through the finest paper upon which the most beautiful of images was laid upon.  He was shown all his needs, told all his desires and given the way to achieve all through pictures, voices and plays of this ultimate dream reality.  As he grew to be a man, he watched all of his family and the families of all his friends, everyone he knew, strive to achieve the way of life that was given  to them by the preachings of these boxes.  He watched them gain more of these things they were told would bring them joy and happiness.  The endless stream of imagery, this endless barrage of desires, this assault upon his mind, told him it could all be his.

So he too entered into this life of things, since this was all he knew.  He fell into the endless flow, he swallowed the dream he was given, the dream he was programmed to live.  He found the life he was told was right and he embraced it with all he was.  He lived, he acted as he was shown to act.  He acted happy because he had all that he was supposed to have to be happy.  He bought the house, the car, the life and all the things he was told to.  He went to the brokers of the way and signed upon the dotted line.  They gladly gave him all he needed to own all he wanted and more.  He agreed that if he could not pay what he was loaned, they could take away all of these things, and give them to others, and still he would owe them for the rest of his life.  He agreed that if he was sick and still could not repay them, he would again lose all that he had worked to have all of his life.

He embraced this life he was told he should have, to find his way into a place this society would allow him, and became a member of this world.  He dove into this living, eating its substance and values.  He drove himself to his job, he drove himself to his home, he drove himself to all of those things that made him happy, that told him how happy he was.  With each dawning of the sun, he rose into a world that ached his heart to live within.  A part of him, inside his soul, cried each day he made himself live the values he was taught.  He thought nothing of how his world, the very thing that provided for his life and sustained him, was raped without thought to the future, to ensure his happiness.  He thought nothing of how he callously treated his brothers and sisters of life in order to walk another step forward upon the path he lived.  He held no reverence for anything in his world and less for himself, for no one had shown him how. He ignored the screaming voices of his inner life and believed they were not real.  Each day, each month, each year, he became less himself as a part of him died inside.

These are two stories of two different lives.  They are fiction and yet inside of them is a truth undeniable.  These are two different forms of slavery. One is recognized and abhorred, the other is embraced and believed as ideal.  At one time, slavery was seen as justifiable and the right to own another human being was an everyday fact.  Today this is not something accepted in modern society, and is seen as a dark time in human history.

There is another form of slavery which remains unseen.  This is the slavery of ourselves by ourselves to live an ideal that is sold to us by our culture. We have let go of those things which give the unseen life within us real substance, to evolve and grow.  We have sold our internal freedom to fit into a society that rarely accepts anything other than perfection.  It is impossible to live perfection as it is so given in definition.  When we see the reality of our lives and once again learn to honor the sacred life within ourselves, only then can we free who we are from the self made shackles that our modern lives have bound to our wrists and ankles in a metaphoric but very real manner.

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Such ageless questions spring forth from the pondering mind.  Always those

unanswerable ways come forth as the most worthy to engage the mind and move

it through these lands of creative method.  The why of these things only

responds in answer through simple acceptance.  It matters not how we churn

to loosen the soil of our old thinking.  Loosening the mind to transcend in

this freedom shall gain us the fertile loam to know that we are all students

in this great school of life.  It is for good reason we call our guides

masters.  This is not to be confused with them being masters of us, but

masters of what we learn from them.  They are master teachers.  In any

school the instructors must be fluent and experienced in their discipline in

order to effectively show the way.  Do as we will, never shall we perfect

living in this world imperfect.  What can we change of circumstance, the

curriculum of our classes in this school?  The lessons adjust only after we

have passed the grade and lived the lesson successfully, then we move on to

learn other more complicated ways.  Does it ever end?  When do we become

masters of life to graduate and live outside of this living life and finally

be perfect beings? Is there an end?

The cliché “suffer to live” often crosses my daily path.  Why it is we think

of life in this way?  Who does not suffer the pains of living during the

trials of life?  all who choose to live, do.  Those who appear to not be

pained by the living ways hide away their reactions through numb unfeeling

or fear of exposure.  To live is to feel.  If we feel, how can we not feel

all?  This does not include only that which feels good, those ways of light

pleasure.  Always will there be that which will try to knock you down, for

that is their purpose to you.  These will be people who claim their endless

love for you as well as those who care nothing at all for who you are.  Your

test is to understand with love through the circle of learning so as to not

be drawn into the endless loop of cyclic karma.  Thus a circle of learning

lessons, becomes the spiral of growth which is the evolution of our eternal

spirit within us.  DNA, that symbol given to every cell of any living body,

kissed to life by our Great Mother, is an eternal symbol of growing life. 

It is a spiral which can also be seen as a moving circle.  Growing the

circle is a way out from under the task of lessons and into the light of the

knowing.  Mastery.

Often, for many of us, as we thread ourselves to wholeness, we relearn what

we already know deep within ourselves, passing easily through the lessons in

a form of review.  What then are we?  Are we students or are we masters, or

something in between?  Certainly we are not perfect, other than to be

perfectly ourselves.  We are all born flawed.  We are balloons filled with

the air of life, born unto the world.  Our imperfection is the pinprick

which sets us to motion, as we give back to the universe that which it

breathed into us.  Thus our imperfections move us through the ethers of

learning, so we may live through these experiences until the last breath

escapes our balloon self.  Then we return to perfection to prepare ourselves

to move once more.  Yet we are so much more than this.  For we also live in

the unity of all things which some may see as GOD.  Each of us exists within

our own little piece of eternal truth in this way.  The way for us cannot be

the all of ways, nor can our flawed and humanly imperfect perceptions ever

conceive the truth of the one and all encompassing totality.  We are in

school and though we may try to think we know more than we do, we somehow

figure out that we know less than we pretend to, even as others believe that

we are a teacher to them.  No currency can buy that which must be earned

through the learning of this living path.  Only walking the path will gain

you the experience to master the lessons in this University.  If something

is told to you as truth, look deeply upon the motives of such who say this. 

The world is a school and we are all children of life, meant to help each

other along the way.  Can there be a living master to show you the way? 

Perhaps after the endless search where frustration and repeated

disappointment at what you will never find, is realized, you may see that

your one true teacher lays only within you.  No one human, no book, no path

is worthy of dictating a truth that is not within you.  No path and no

person should force you to swallow what is against your nature or wrong for

you, making you digest a substance which cannot be absorbed by your spirit. 

If it does not fit, then how can it be yours?  Throw it away.  Then you will

see the way to your yearning desire lay only with yourself, where the true

masters teach you the way.

The only master of you, is you.

Pertnikoff

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River Song
 
The crying geese reach out with their song, kissing the world with feathered 
beating.  They try the air, building up for the long flight back to winter 
homelands somewhere far off in the fiery south.  Upriver, they will come to 
ground again, to float ever watchful, along the beauty of her grace.
The day is mixed of brilliant blue, glowing down through cottony clouds, 
turning gray with their raindrop burdens waiting to fall home.  They show 
aged dominion, pressing away the glory of a beaming sun.
All the while, the river runs by me with a silent grace, flowing ever 
flowing, ceaseless enough to ease even such a restless spirit as mine.  
There is something peaceful in being close to this ever flowing source.  To 
sit beside it and feel its restless way, calms the inner planes.  It is one 
of those few things of life that are actually more restless than my immortal 
spirit, and here I can find a space to sip coffee and ponder the beauty of 
her life.

It is there beside this stream of earth life that I feel her close and 
listen to her whispers.

She speaks to me of love and endless things with promises that truly do last 
forever.

She speaks to me of love and endless things, showing to me the endlessness 
of her font.  For through all seasons she never leaves and never stops.  All 
who depend upon the permanence of her gift, and the solidity of her word, 
can truly see the truth of her life.  Life shines through because her kiss 
is the drink of life that does not fail. No frozen winter air, nor dry 
summer heat, shall still her endless flow.  She endures through all the 
times and changes without warranting even the need to ask a question of her 
way.  She simply is what she is, a part of the whole.
Completeness, if only we shall take the time to see.  It is human temporary 
that does not understand enough to embrace the gift of her endless heart.  
Our short lives give no grace to grasp the dynamic dimensions of forever 
love.  We cannot for we, just like the promises made to each other through 
and in love, are temporary.  So it is our learning to understand the ways of 
human love, to know that human only ever will be human and thus end the 
promise, the love and life of a life.  For it simply is our nature to be 
this way.

Pity those who have known the kiss of her forever love in misunderstanding, 
and turn to a human world to seek something that is simply unattainable 
here.  They will never find peace in a temporary world, when what they yearn 
for lives in a forever place.  “…give to Ceaser what belongs to Ceaser…” 
ever so apt, ever so unknown as the truth it is.  Who of human is perfect 
enough to make no mistakes, especially when the kiss of love stirs these 
places into confusion?  All we can do is ask forgiveness, as we learn 
through all of these lessons which never are mistakes.  They are gifts 
granted to us to learn through the beautiful labyrinth of loves dominion, 
where such bliss is only equaled by its torturous excruciations, until at 
last the gift of understanding brings us the freedom of ourselves, to 
ourselves.  This only comes after we can shift our perspective to see loves 
thorns, and kiss them as we kiss the bloom.  When at last we truly love our 
own self, then and only then shall we be free, for only there can we truly 
ever live unto our completeness of being.   There we shall find the parts of 
her eternity within ourselves, for we can find the unity of the moment where 
all are one and thus know at last, that she is living in us.

All this while, she flows along, around me, as I float upon her life 
stream.  When I sit upon the banks of green, hand to chin in the pondering 
of her restless peace, I find her song, her endless song, where her voice 
sings in an aria of peace to the restless among us.

Blessings
Pertnikoff

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©  Pertnikoff August 2007

Over the ages, there have been many ways to view the light (lenses of
thought) of all things.  Imagine people gathering among torch lit stone
buildings or in circles around fires with attentive ears and eyes fixed upon
the wise ones who bring forth a word of truth to those thirsty souls.  Those
few sages would change thinking

It is not those sages of our past who form the homunculus of the throngs who
assemble in desire to follow this new way.  These sages are the light.  The
shadow which follows in the throngs of "true believers" form a skeleton of
dogmatic structure which creates a stamp or mold from the living light of
the sage.  This is done after the star of the sage is extinguished into
memory, leaving a vacuum to be filled with this creation of an unchanging
structure, a new way of thought.  Thus is born a religion from a once living
word, to set the stage for the reaping of power from the dead framework of a
peoples memory.

The organization of this new belief into a system is not a bad thing.  Yet
this apparent power which tries to control their thoughts and lives even
unto obedience on "pain of banishment" from that structure into which they
are woven, (which comforts their immortal soul) can only be seen as a shadow
fallen over the freedoms and rites of those living believers.  No matter how
it is justified amongst the leadership of this way, the price of order among
the body of "true believers" can be seen for what it is which is.  A dark
act.  It is this controlling structure which fossilizes the way of the
founding sage, forever entombing a once living light into tombs and ritual
of dogma.

Things born from the creative light of love are unconditional and need no
desire to funnel the light of attentions and moneys reaped to support the
betterment of this way.  The star of the sage is the light, and needs
nothing more than what it already is.  It asks for nothing other than for
those who thirst enough to listen, to think from a different perspective. 
This is what changes and opens the soul/mind to view a larger world.  It
opens a new font of creativity to enhance the lives of those who find reward
in this new way of thought.

Everyone of us has this creative capacity.  One day, (perhaps many lives
from this one now) you too shall change the thoughts within the minds of
those who thirst for your new way of living life.  Through these myriad
lives of our eternal spirit, we strive to release ourselves from the shells
of our ignorance.  Through this grand evolution of experience, purified into
wisdom, we burn brighter and brighter until at last we burst forth a light
unto the universe.  This light is not a finite outpouring to be squandered
or hoarded.  This true light is a channel earned through purification or
evolvement of our eternal spark in the hardest of karmic interludes.  When
we achieve this, we pour forth our light with a touch all can sense.  Those
that yearn for this truth are also struggling to reach a similar attainment.
  What we give shows them a way to themselves and the freedom to cast off
the shackles of ignorance.  This is not something which grows our egos into
monsterous sizes, rather it humbles us, allowing our light to permeate
through us as we live an example of our truth.  It is this light that allows
us to help our brothers and sisters out of their dark forests of confusion. 
This is the time of our giving back, when we return the efforts of the gifts
given to us by others who have blessed us with their creative light.  We
too, shine the light of our beings to brighter the paths of those who follow
the way to a purification of the spirit through life experience.

It is essential to nourish this channel as much as we are able to.  This
creativity is the truest expression of our higher selves.  To bring this
through gives us a satisfaction in the living moments for it is our one true
purpose for donning the flesh and suffering to live.  Beyond and in harmony
with the daily mundane is a way of living which raises this aspect, bringing
the creative flow to every moment of living.  It can change our lives.  It
is not easy to do this, particularly in the beginning when we must fight the
old ways of our life.  Only steadfast dedication on both the physical and
spiritual plane will allow us to perservere and make the creative spark a
part of us in every moment of our day.  We must know ourselves to walk this
path. This makes it the hardest path of all.

Each day, make the time to make time for the expression of this creative
element.  Keep this part of the soul alive by indulging in something in your
life that nourishes this all important spark.  It can be anything as long as
it is something you can do every day.  Paint, write, cook with a creative
flare.  It doesn't matter what it is, as long as you do it every day and
love to do it.  Live to create and create to live every day and in every
moment.  To nurture this part of you is to till the soil of something as
essential as breathing, for it is indeed a form of breath to your soul.  To
plan it as if it was a meal that feeds your soul will bring a vibrancy that
will brighten the each day so that the world will again be as wonderfully
alive as if you were once again a child.  It will become a passion of the
heart and live in the moment eternal, rather than as an occasional highlight
to accentuate your life.

To nurture this into dailyness is as if to live a prayer within you.  To
live a spiritual life on a daily basis is to live within the palm of love of
the Goddess herself.  To nurture these living ways is to become part of her,
allowing her to shine through you.  When this is accomplished, a natural
harmony will simply be a part of your life, for to gain the harmony with her
is to gain harmony with the earth and all of its living things.  We are all
a part of this great ship "Planet Earth".  To destroy a piece of it is to
destroy a piece of our you.  We are from the earth, thus part of the earth
and to the earth we shall return.  This truth is an undeniable reality of
the cycle of life.  So why not shift living to nurture the self within
through creative living, shining the light of our spirit upon all of that
which surrounds us.  This is the only true change we can agent in our world. 
It is the way to harmony.

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©  Pertnikoff July 2007

A stranger walks by, bumping their bubble world against your posture.  There
is a glance of eye, perhaps a smile, and they leave.  You may never cross
paths with their place again which could lead you to wonder for a moment,
why the grace of their presence has come.  But our busy world has this way
of removing that singular significance momentarily gleaned, whisking you
away again into the streams of living.  What of this moment?  What of those
eyes which spoke to yours?  Did you hold back some unspoken world? Perhaps
the world's long list of assumptions found its way to bring your hasty
retreat?  Will you ever know why the whispers so quiet bring you the urge
and yet you ignore?  It is too often the case that living human deafens our
ears and closes our eyes to the astounding significance of discoveries in
the moment of natural life.

In an arid world, it is the nature of life to cling to that which feeds it. 
What if we have forgotten what it is that brings us our thirst?  Truly, life
can do little else but claw towards survival, for to do other is to wither
unto death.  The mode of senseless sacrifice is not a feature of natural
life, rather it is an anomaly of it, and a dangerous one.  Life's natural
process is to extinct such ends, for that is the flow unto which that form
drifts to.  It is understandable, but not forgivable in a human world, to
give flight to instincts scent.  Humanity prides itself on every trait
developed which is contrary to natural order.  Somehow, we survive and
thrive, making over all the rules of life, whispering adjectives of progress
with prideful smiles.  Perhaps there is room for such chest thrusting
emotions, indeed, it is quite an unnatural thing to live against the grain
of natural order and survive for as long as homo sapiens have.
Is it wise to live life in such a way as to stick pins into the body of the
being which rears and supports our little species of most adaptable sapiens?

  Is there not a natural drift as we coast upon the streams of life to allow
latitude for choices?  Although we wish it different, we are not masters of
life, but remain life bound to the flows of life.  We remain subjects to
life and the true masters of the realm of life.  There is so much of the
realm of life we are blind to.  It is in our blind spots that the true
masters of life exist, watching our ways.  We have created our world to be
insulated from the very forces which have spawned us, deafening all of our
senses to the whispers we used to listen to, as we struggled to survive
during our crawl up the ladder of intelligence.  These are the very voices
which guided us unto our survival and the success of what we are today.
In nature, all viralulence comes in balanced forms.  All things have their
purpose and place in the order of living.  It stands to reason that our
antidote lays out there somewhere, for do we not now display the ways of
destructive disease as we crawl upon the surface of the being which has
given life to us?  Do we give any thought to the world that gives us life
and ignore the very fact that if we continue to follow the path of
environmental destruction, we too could join the long list of extinct life
forms?  We live in a most un-symbiotic manner, insulated and apart from the
pulse of life from which we draw from.  It may take spans of time to balance
the complexity of the human equation, but we do live in life's flow, subject
to it as much as any other form that life has assumed.  We are not separate
from the rest of our life stream, despite how much we yearn to insulate our
consciousness from the associated guilt's accrued from the exploitation of
our world.  In the end, we too can be victim to the antibodies life will
place in the life stream, to combat the disease that threatens its
existence.

It is time to walk in a world of thought which encompasses not only the life
of which we live, but the lives of the generations in our future.  We must
think forward to those future times and  preserve through reverent
conservation, the legacy we shall give to our offspring's offspring.  Our
children deserve to be nurtured through education, the ways of conserving
not only the world material, but the world of life in all its myriad ways. 
Each generation of our children should grow to know that there is much more
than an empty shell of unfeeling material in the fabric of our earth.  Lets
bring them to see an entire universe of interwoven spiritual blood that we
are integrally bound to.  It is up to us to teach our children well.  It is
up to us to show them the depth and diversity of living in harmony with our
life mother.  It is incumbent upon us to show them the magical existence in
the discovery of the moments beauty in every thread of living.  Let us show
them what will astound and take their breath away upon discovery.   Life
deserves respect, from the smallest microbe to the largest complexity of
living. Our life mother created us from her ash and earth, giving us a world
that most of homo sapiens disdains, because it is both inconvenient and
costly to revere and preserve her.  It is time to humble ourselves before
nature humbles us.  Our might is insubstantial before the true power of
elemental existence and the power she can wield against us.  Let us grow to
embrace all of life, before our antivirus is released to eliminate our
destructive existence.

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©  Pertnikoff June 2007

The first and original economy existed, not as the world would like to think.  It was not mankind who begot the concepts of exchange of equal values, it was the life found within Her great nature that led him to this discovery.  Mankind merely mimicked what it saw around them.  The original economy spawned his existence, whether or not he chooses to believe it.  Like it or not, he is a child of the mother and what ever he does, that truth is inescapable.  The root of all trade, the economic blood, is the truth found in equal exchange.  What is different is the valuation of the exchanging parties, measure for measure.   Balance still is, and still will be, it is only a manner of time before equalization calms the sea of life once again.  That is the way of Her nature.  It was human life which began to measure values in terms unto themselves.  This is a natural step, a part of the breaking of thought and will from a collective spirit to allow for the sprouting of new spiritual wholeness and individual energetic existence.   This relative valuation is the driving force behind most of the motive within the realm human, and is on an ever expanding spiral of destruction as a result of the ways of industrial society.  Sadly, the ways of industry have not yet found a balance.

The mother's currency is not one of artifice and intrinsic materialism.  Her measure shall always be of equivalent exchange.  Look only to any ecosystem in any part of the world to see it manifest in pure reality among the species that live in this harmonic exchange. It is violent, where life lives upon life, but it is pure and not deceptive.  (There is only one species which is capable of deception for motive that goes against the natural order of life.)  Her currency is life, a motive force of the universe.  It is the overlay of human valueism upon her life matrix which causes the issues of destructive paths, that wreak havoc around our world.  Our life form, because of this drive for intrinsic material "reward", is the singular most destructive life form ever known.  No other life form has changed so much so quickly in such a brief time period.

We are in the adolescence of the evolution of the human spirit, the dawning of a new way.  The next evolutionary step is very near.  The time will come, when this human race will shift the valuation away from the spiral of materialism to the ways of more universal truths.   The currency of exchange will no longer be empty dollars, but one with these universal truths at the core.  It will be more towards the concepts which can transfer

from one life to another.  This is where life and love are given without expectation, and personal honor is more than a spoken, meaningless word.  Existence shall be felt in energetic streams, living part and particle within daily life.

To know the conceptualization of the order found in living such a path, all you have to do is walk outside and taste the life found within the threads of nature.  Walk in the forest and breathe the green air.  Bare your feet unto the warm earth and feel its pulse within your soul.  All you have to do is open and accept that which is waiting for you.  The sense of life and an order which brings peace to the chaotic highway we have made for ourselves in the realm human, is waiting for your rediscovery.  There, you can find

peace that sinks into your heart and soul, a peace that will finally bring sense to the hunger you have within, that is the product of living the empty values of the world of material values.  This is the economy of natural order, it is the economy to be re-known.

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©  Pertnikoff May 2007

Life is a dance you learn as you grow.  Look around you, it is everywhere, if ye but have eyes to see.  Life is everywhere around you.  It whispers in your ears waiting for you to see.  Look to the clouds. What images do you glean with your casual eye?  Is that sign and symbology, or is it a wishful fancy?  Those who know, and those who believe, differ at this place.  The knowing will grasp without doubt, what they see before them.  The believer will try to understand and perhaps dismiss what is meant for him. Happy are

those who work for the kingdom to come; that next life.  What karmic entanglements can be gleaned from knowing this simple truth.  Living the truth of ourselves unto ourselves is the single most difficult avenue of living your life.  Through this rigid self discipline which can only truly answer to itself, a richness unattainable in any other way is yours.  This horn of plenty, this cornucopia is an unspent trickle, waiting for you to find.  Using it is a choice.  A choice we all make upon some level be it consciously or unconsciously.

Underneath the fabric of living is a greater presence using a greater language, waiting for your discovery.  Like it or not, our pea brains grasp many iota's of the rhythm which exists there and use these on conscious and subconscious levels.  Call it a feeling, call it a knowing, the voice heard will guide you, acknowledged or not, it remains in place, through all the moments of your life.  If you live a reverent life this voice could be seen

as that of the lady.  She will speak to you as you are able to receive.  They will take your metaphoric hand and comfort you through all of the moments of life, through the needs that be.   You will feel them beside you and around you as you walk your life path. That strength you suddenly have in those moments of crisis when suddenly you know just what to do.  The time of need is the moment you are most likely to open and receive the gift that awaits you.

In the times between in your daily routines of breathing, there still is this capacity to listen to the voices within. The language they would use with you is something which needs to be learned.  This language of metaphor is not stricken in stone rigidity.  It lives as you live, it is as flexible as life itself.  It grows as you evolve into an understanding beyond the proof needed through mundane existence.   It is a way that never stops

unfolding to you.

On your next walk through nature, open and receive the kiss of the voice of the great mother.  It lies not within dusty bound tomes, but lives as the very footsteps of your path.  Look around you and feel the whispers that lead your eyes to see the strokes of a language written with the ink of life upon the parchment of your world.  Receive the knowing of her voice upon you and watch the answer to the questions you have, lay out before your eyes. It can come in any way, for metaphors know no rigidity.  Someone could talk to you of a most unexpected thing that simply fits as a template for you.  A

hawk could light upon the branch of your favorite tree, to perhaps tell that your wished for desire must be hunted as the hawk would.  Or it could be a grouse you see, which would whisper that it will come to you. Such can be the language which speaks to you, if you allow it to manifest in your life, to open and receive is more than just this.  It is a large part of the knowing answers.

It does not matter what facet of the star of divinity you choose to view life through.  What matters is that you look.  Walk away from the rigid interpretations of dogmatic words and free your mind to open to the metaphor of life.  Life does not live in dead rigidity. It cannot.  Life requires the dance of living to exist.  For life is life.  Religious practices are good.  All things serve purpose and function.  Yet to embrace the living word of life, you need to find it in life. The word of living cannot embrace you through religion, even though it may sometimes appear to. It can only come through your spiritual interface where your divine thread intertwines with spirituality.  Life evolves and grows, thus you evolve to know your world ever larger.  As you grow so does the understanding of metaphoric words, but they must be yours to interpret.  They will only ever fit you.  Rigidity is death.  Sterility is not life.  Stasis is not living.  The words of life must be embraced by living them, by again seeing the old words in a new way.

Look to nature, the mother will speak to you there.

To know the words of metaphor with your spiritual eyes, and view through the use of wisdom gleaned through your living ways, will bring the metaphoric word to dance before your eyes.  New ways of viewing the old ways will be the keys to unlock the way.  Your eyes will see them if you but open to them in this way.

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A singular individual truth of us all is our human quality.  We are all
human, and because of this, are on a fundamental level all the same.  We
come from the same fundamental genetic pool of evolutionary process,
leveling us all to sameness.  We are all part of the great circle of
humanity striving to grow up or outward into the greater circles of
ourselves.  This species homosapiens has not yet split into such a
difference, that we are alien from each others race.  Our circle is of
brother and sisters.  As elders and children we birth, grow, die, and
evolve, struggling through, under the mantle of our life given
circumstances.  Death is our great leveler, for after death we are in no
greater advantage because of what we lived with or without in the material
realm.  King and beggar stand side by side, and their living ways reveal the
truths of what they have learned and evolved within the living path.  In the
end, we all answer to the authority of own divine selves, naked before the
great light.  We are all the same, wanting the same, walking towards the
same.

In this circle, lays a great division.  The human condition can be divided
in twain. Some call them elders and children or a synonym of these. I prefer
to call them the "aware" and the "unaware".  The "unaware" do not
acknowledge a greater acceptance outside of their sphere of physical
interaction on an intimate level.  They may speak of it and follow faith,
but it is blind and they do not interact with it consciously.  They in a
sense are children playing in the human playground of our world.  The aware
are different in the sense that the know this greater realm which exist
outside of what can be seen, touched and heard with the organs of the body. 
They interact on a conscious level with a greater world they know exists. I
am sure you know both in your life.

What I shall opinion on in this writing is of the "aware" and how they
manifest at various stages that suit the foot steps of your moment.   You
can feel them and may even call them kindred.  They are a part of the great
circle of humanities pouring through our lives as pieces of the universal
machinery.  They are leaders, helpers, and creators.  They are the blessings
of the lady, sent by her to hold your hand in a moment of need.  They come
in every creed, religious structure, and walk of life. They come to help the
sleeping, by hook or by crook, in some way, opening their eyes to a greater
wisdom to aide them in their evolution.  It does not matter how this
manifests.  Call them what you wish, these elders all maintain a degree of
self mastery.  They are human, as human as a human can be.  No different, no
worse, simply more aware.  My short life has brought such to cross my known
path.  Of these, I have seen two trains of living thought among them.

One of these streams dives into living a human life with a grand surrender,
living through all of their passions which sunder their life, fully aware of
what they do.  They feel that the truth of surrender to the human condition,
fraught with turbulent passion and chaotic bliss, is the singular way to
live life.  They experience the emotional dynamics of this realm with full
impact upon their soul, absorbing all of it into the fabric of their eternal
selves, to grow, evolving through all of these lessons of living with a
purity t