Fear of Death

"Apart from personal vanity, it is clearly fear of death that causes the persistent belief in a future life, despite all indications of the contrary. (Ibn Warraq )

Fear

"Fear is the main source of superstition and one of the main sources of cruelty. To conquer fear is the beginning of wisdom, in the pursuit of truth as in the endeavor after a worthy manner of life.
There are two ways of avoiding fear; one is by persuading ourselves that we are innume from disaster, and the other is by the practice of sheer courage. The latter is difficult, and to everybody becomes impossible at a certain point. The former has therefore always been more popular. " Bertrand Russell

Live for Today

Live for today!

If nothing else... LIVE FOR TODAY!

Don't dwell in the past. Collecting cobwebs of a long dead thought. The future is a second away, so plan ahead. Now is the time that is vital. It is like fresh blood coursing beneath the skin of existence. It is there for us all. We must merely realize this blessing, in order to utilize it's wealth and strength. The Power of Being in the Now is priceless, and comes through realization. Being in the now and connecting with yourself is vital and it is as close to Godhood as you can get. I say this because you are plugged into a living miracle that is real. It is you and me. Just being able to sit in peace, knowing that you are one with everything and that you are free. There are no judgements unless you want them, and there is peace where you find it. Acceptance of the beauty of life, however fleeting, and having an intimate relationship with the dread specter of death are keys to a clear head and an easier walk.

Stamp Out Dogmatism

"A good way of ridding yourself of certain kinds of dogmatism is to become aware of opinions held in social circles different from your own."
"If you cannot travel, seek out people with whom you disagree, and read a newspaper belonging to a party that is not yours. If the pople and the newpaper seem mad, perverse, and wicked, remind yourself that you seem so to them. In this opinion both parties may be right, but they cannot both be wrong. This reflection should generate a certain caution."
Bertand Russell:
An Outline of Inetllectual Rubbish

Land of the truly lost

Just look at what they've done to us. Curving our spines in on themselves and twisting our necks.
They have injected us with dogma and fed us on fear. The type of fear that paralizes and conflicts.
Most of us are dead before we are born. Poisened in the womb with misery and contempt. That is most likely how a mother feels while she is living a plastic and unfulfilled life. A life that was given to her by the meatheads around her, and the talking heads on t.v.
She too was taught to believe in Santa and Jesus and her president. She wasn't born into a time when freedom and merit are paramount. Where one is unencumbered by church and state.
She wasn't born into a time where love of self and the building of an independent heart was valued and cherished,
and neither was I.

Awake

Wake me in reverse, from beneath the cold lake,
underneath the wet leaves and the sullen moonlight
Wake me!
The moonlight, umbilical shaft pulling me from slumber, enervating, and uplifting my universal form,
Wake me, I shall rise
Rise and take the day, and all
that is!
I sleep no longer, I have come to reclaim myself.
Der Mensch ist Gott!

An old Poem I wrote

12/16/06

I am deep and mysterious
Like the ocean,
Like a white owl with flecked wings,
I hover above the encasement of the meat jacket I wear.
It does not own me, I've escaped.
I have knowledge, deep knowledge,
Long forgotten and newly born!
I drip with the whisperings of fair Arden, and the rupture of Valhalla, the avalanche, Tummult of fire and heat,
Skewering light and intensity veiled in shadow,
Driven by spirit.
Solitary and wild, independant and selective,
A network of power through covert association.
Spider and web, interwoven in the fabric of existance.

Transforming fire, monarch butterfly, changeling.
Golden soul with matching countanance, Wide winged bird.
Bright orange sun! Deep dark space.
Togetherness with soul, as a couple
A light unto one's self when there is no light to be seen.
Get ready for hell!
Prepare with severe mind, direct and naked, yet clothed in truth,
Which is the stongest armor, coupled with love.
Love of the self, Love of the soul, Love of the spirit,
A threefold wardrobe of contentment and resiliance.
A life of your own shimmering in brilliance.

Pathways and channels spinning within
a thousand universes in time that never ends
Waves of energy, persistant and relentless,
Open you mind, open your soul,
embrace and become one, aligning with self, meshing with what is.

It's been a long time, and I've been peaceful, collecting, and gathering.
Storing up energy,
Now something stirred, a shift, a move,
Deep within lies the reserve.
My hand reaches deep and comes forth with gold
from within the recesses of my soul.
Collective knowlede and experience, from past and current lives.
Come to me as I fly to you.