Halloween….
Holy Evening…H.E.
Traditional Roman festival of Pomona… The Harvest of the Seed to Fruit.
A Celtic Festival also of the end of Summer the Harvest.
To remember the Dead
And use Mischief and Ridicule to confront death.
When the Dead rise and the Boundaries btw the two world physical and Spirt are merge…
The 7 stages of Man
The 7 colors of the Rainbow
The 7 notes of Solage…
The whole World was a play and humans were the actors in this play in which at the End they take of thier masks tranforming as Pinocchio into that which was an illusion into something real.
Its quite ironic that this day when masks are worn that it should be the day when masks are taken off.
I think of Jim Carey and his movie Mask, The Truman Show, Liar Liar. Cable Guy, 23, The Majestic, I love you Phillip Morris, Norton.Hears a Who, Eternal Sunshine on a Spotless Mind, Ace Ventura, Dumb Dumber….
The List of his movies reflect so.much of the play I have been walking through…
Everything I here is a play…
Shakespeare seven Acts of Man.
And the Harvesting of the Seeds…
Going to the root cause of all that.has soiled that which was created to be a great play…
The Play Script turned into.something so.awful…so crazy.
I understand why I was bound, tied up, forced and bullied to play the part I had to play.
I look back at my life from inception to.present and I can not believe how far I was pushed and forced to go.
I knew the script I was in, the Role I personally have been playing was not designed for ppl to believe that what I was saying or doing is real or true.
No, I saw that it was designed for those who already knew and recognized that it was is a ship..A beam.me up Scottie.
I saw that it was also a set up designed to.reveal ppls truth.
Of course, I fought the play, the set up the script.
I tried so hard to warn ppl, to fight for those I did care for…
But I could see them, I could see them all ready and the choices they made.
My Hell was walking with them, having to be forced to interact with them, then.caring for them even.fighting for them to see a truth which those very qualities or seeds of destruction such as envy would not allow them to see…Jealousy Competition Envy.
But I wondered if it was really thier true natures, or wether they were being moved by the Unsern Hand which I could see, or by the Masks they wore…
Were forced to wear…
Until I realized that they chose to.wear those masks and live in thier own.web of lies.
But then I wondered why was I forced to care, why was I forced into a role of which even the force behind this play already knew the outcome.
Until I realized I.had another role…
The Matrix is a Movie, the Movied ppl create of thier lifes, the roles which Fate nor.destiny created for them.
Roles they created for themselves which.reflected not the truth of themselves, but rather what they fooled themselves into beleiving they should be.
I met so many who.had created themselves as false gods, created elaborare masks…
I saw that.perhaps if I went to.the core, the very root of where that desire to be that which they were not, or become that which they had not earned or merited they could come back to their senses…
And discover the true role that they were given and evole to thier true selves…
That someone outside of them.saw them true.
And most loved and hated that my.ability to.see them.true, without thier masks and thier.make up…
And they resented me for seeing them that way, and were in disbelief of my sincere appreciation for the truest self over their false face.
And many were suspicious of my.motives, or preferred what they.had created.
They looked at the role I was trapped in, a Prince and a warrior trapped in the role of a boy with no home and family.
No.great power…and many laughed inside…
How can.we take you seriously…
This boy in a mans body, a dancers body..
A man who.had everything to.become anything he wished, playing the role of a boy intent on.saving the world.
The ridiculousnes and irony was not.lost on.me…
Not at all.
I resented with such passion.the role foisted on me and fought it, fought it…I loathed it so.much…
It was not me.
But at least I wore no.mask…
At.least even with that hideous role given me to.play, I did my.best with it.
Transforming it, and every situation, from the boy with no home, no income, an incontrollable body, frew streaming of Consciousness, the supernatural beings rising in me…even this face book play…
All the cringe worthy “scenes” and settings I.transformed as best I could into.Beauty…
I kept on transforming Living Death, Living Hell, non existence and the most insulting role into life, the Paradise of my true consciousness, non existence into the true meaning of Existence and the most hideously insulting role into the Evolution of this life time.
I never believed in Curses, but I wondered about the role given for me to play…
The Hatred to force someone into.such a role, every night, even last night, I would shudder…
“What kind of Hatred is this”…
I.never accepted it of course, but.many of you.have seen on these pages how relentessly.it drives me…
As if a curse to not stop.writing, to.live in non existence with a body twisted inside as it sought to.rise.
What kind of Hatred is this.
How can this be my Existence?
Who can do.this to a person…?
I have never been a victim
I.came out of the womb fighting..
Transforming scene after horrific scene of my.life into.a beautiful truth…a Happy Ending
But it just would not end,
Just as this F.B play…
It just kept on with Hate.
I did not doubt the Truth of True Existence
Or the Evolution of the Species…
I spent nearly all.my.life researching
Checking verifying before being brought here to share.my findings,
Exemlify through evidence and echo affirmation of something outside of me,
Even in you, that affirmed each post.
That we, you are in a script a weave
Gone insane and with.a consciousness of its own.
I remembee how Creation, everything began
And I showed and shared with all how I did it,
How to achieve it.
How Harmony works, and the more fined tuned you are the everything will.affirm your findings, your reflections.
When I reached my current level.of Harmony
My.final question was answered.
I.am in perfection of Harmony meaning thus role was intentionally created for me.
It was easy to fight an Evil.as a Warrior…
But to realize that such a hatred was intentionally put on you, to.play the most inconceivable role in this modern world of Evolution Awakening in conditions designed to.make you seem the Ultimate fool…
The Challenge given to transform.that in an.unrelenting set up of resistance and foul play…
I must admit, for I felt as if my.legs would buckle and my.head would bow and I would never rise ever…
Why rise.
But most of all why such.hatred for the most beautiful truth.
Why create a role and a play designed to make it so difficult to.make a species so beleaguered, so tired, so in need of something to.uplift them from ground zero, from quietly putting on brave masks to.hide thier perpelixity and hurt of this is life…
Letting ppl go quietly insane.
Self destructing…imploding…quietly…
What could do this to the Beaitiful.Truth which answers back to.me through you, and through this F.B play that it is Alive and Well…and True.
Until I finally realized what has this power…
What could challenge existence truth itself and offer wave and wave of resistance…
Disillusionment…
Pessimistic Negation…
Denial and the death of hope
By perception of constant betrayal…
Which becomes a shield and a cloak and even a supernatual nuclear weapon…
A Bad habit and a mask.you wear.
That it will never get better…
To always expect the worst…
Not because it is true but what an infallible tool to make everyone and anyone other than that…
Your slave.
Even when the truth is staring at you right before your face, that tool, that.mask that fear no.longer s tool but now a weapon in your arsenal of your personal vendetta with God…
Your vengeance, your quiet fury of not.getting what you.want, when you want…no mattee tge cost and price to others, no matter how much.you did not deserve merit or earn it…
No, matter if that thing will harm you and is not for you…
You want it and if you do not get it there will.be hell.to.pay…
And if you do get it and it turns out not.to.be what you want, you ask to.be rescued and if not you raise hell as a tantrum and blame.
This is the grudge you hold against the Creator…
Against the source.
Emotional Extortion…
Refusal to acknowledge
Do not.give.praise or recognition
Silent treatment
Use the power of Negation…
Is this not the way of spoilt toddlers throwing tantrums until they grow red in the face choke and die… Just to get their way.
I used to think that those who use these tricks
Used them as a shields to.protect themselves from hurt, dissapointment, a history of deciet…
But I investigated and saw that this was not so.
That they saw the compassion and extra effort spent on providing evidence that it is not so.
That it is real….
But then it had always been real.
But you lies, twisted the truth
Broke the very laws which brought you all into.existence.
The rules of the play..
And consequence manifested.
And compassion sought to explain it again and again.
But so sly were so.many, who saw how much.you were loved, how much Gode would go.out of His way to show you that you were loved that many saw how it could be used…
Love and compassion, gentlness, forgiveness could be used as a tool.of power to set you on the thrones many creates and for your source to.become your footstool…
Kindness is rewarded with negation and rejection of the Truth…that you could make another pay for your being corrected.
Where the hand of love reaches out, with lightness saying…C’mon lets play…
And you slap it away.
There is your illusion of power.
There is the power of Negation
The most insidious mask many where…
Make him her…True Love…
Loyal Royal True Nature pay.
I do know that this force which flows in me,
Rose up in me is the One True God.
I feel that I speak for him.on this Hallowed day.
And perhaps this ever stream of Expression is from his (and not my) pool of reflections and river which runs through me you and us all.
This generousity of Espirit which fed the planet with its seamen and brought life to this Barren rock.
I know it was the Child of innocence who has grown wise.
Tears roll down my checks and I have wondered who is it who weeps…
For, tis not I…
I see the world with dry clear still.eyes…
No, the tears are from H.E…the salty tears of the Sea Supreme Ea…
Not me.
I think it finally understands.
This is not my story…
This was His.
That is why I had no worry of wether all I am.stating would manifest.
It was never in.my.hands but His
B.Eau…being of Water..
The First Drop which created the ripples and the waves…
The F.E…
To.my.Male.
I am a man..
And Man is Existences Truth.
I am not God.
But the One True God is Beau-ty…
The Water which flows within…
The Graceful Gracious Generous Gallant Generator of Life…
I am simply his source the twin.
And AheShe…is the reflections transparent in which I percieved only the Truth of me…
I saw me….that is all…
But the Pool…
That was the magic mirror
Which reflected on It, I, you could.be
But now it reflects only the truth of me…
Air Water..E.
I See.
3:23…yesterdays last post…
C.B.C..
No C W..Beau I.Vie.
I did not know this…
E.K
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