A Prayer, An Affirmation

I believe that on my third and master level of consciousness, I know all things that there ever is and will ever be to know. By choosing to allow my "soul" to occupy a human body, I dropped to a lower plane of consciousness, and I currently lack the awareness to tap into all knowledge at one time, for my human, physical brain lacks the capacity to withstand the awareness of all knowledge of all things in one space, in one time. My lifelong journey is to remember that which I already know, to come into my awareness day by day, experience by experience, to find reminders, to live lessons that will allow me to recollect and re-gather all knowledge.

I believe that I am a part of the creator/Universe and the Universe/creator is a part of me, making us one and the same. Within myself lies the same omniscience and omnipotence that the creator has, and with that power and knowledge, I am able to create myself, my world, and my experiences daily.

I believe that time is merely a collective illusion that we are forced to abide by in some manner in order to exist in this common, physical world. It is a mechanism of organization, order and control. It is not a priori knowledge, we are not born with a time base, but as we grow, we adapt to linear modes of thinking and adopt the concept of time. There is no past, present, nor future - all experiences occur simultaneously, but our ordered, linear brains must separate out experiences, for we cannot handle all things occurring in one time and one space. As such, everything that is to happen has already happened, everything that has occurred is still occurring, and the present is ever-moving, does not last for a second, for a second does not exist.

MentalMemento I

It is my time to put everything on pause and pay attention to the things in my life that really matter, to dedicate myself to The People, and not just the idea, because I feel as though many of us talk of the things that we cannot, do not walk for, and what good are ideas, resolutions if they sit idly by on a shelf waiting for someone to pick them up, dust off the cover, remove the plastic, and put them into action, and what good is a voice if it lies resting in your throat, setting your vocal cords afire waiting to be spoken, and what good are these fingertips if I can only tap them to these keys in selfish venting, ranting, raving about the things that I don't have when there is war outside my window, gentrification raging in my backyard. and i do my part, but i could do more if i applied the other 99% of my energy that I redirect into exploring the Space, these things Ive let distract me from my noble mission to transport my people, transform them into higher beings, to either bring them the light or lead them straight to it, what good is this brain, what good is this mouth, what good is this name, what good is this pen? There is hope in my eyes like stars, and the other day the moon was bloody red, fiery orange, lying on its back with an empty stomach, and i feared for my life at that moment because I knew time was closing in, bearing down on my head, out from beneath my feet, this heat is only the beginning of what will soon be our hell, a Dark ages of sorts is upon us, creeping in, scorching the sky, because my daughter picked me a flower yesterday, fresh from the dirt, within the hour it had wilted, suffocated, choked by hot invisible fingers of death 'round its neck, and i wept because we are all that flower, the petals have turned brown. because we. we are. we are going down. what, where will be my next existence? i hope to return as a molecule on venus. or in dimension x inside galaxy y where verbal communication is primitive and we need only our eyes and our minds, no bodies to house our spirits, we are just free to fly. but we can rent a body-suit whenever we wish and go jumping from star to star.