Water In The Sea, Moving In The Dark Bodies
Dream Diary #001
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Left to turn is the page that brings me peace. Left to write is the note that finishes the chord. Left to understand is the sea, moving dark bodies of water. Water in the sea, moving in the dark bodies. Being is caught up in the race to the bottom, it has broken and is breathing silently, it looks at itself and it cries ‘I am alone, all is me!’ But it does not only cry in that tongue. It cries in the sounds of the animals. The fish swim in a beauty, under and gone. It silver paints a circle round. Beauty, it shines out of the glowing orb which even beats itself by shining brighter.
The orb that is alone is a master craftsman. But he is a shocking villain and a tyrant. Allow him to rule and you will sleep for a thousand years. This is the will of the man: that you should sleep. It is the will of the mother that you should wake and be the fullness. The man would like to control, he takes from your spirit. He looks outside at nature and says ‘no, I will not have this.’ He looks inside and denies, denies, denies. He has useful tools with which to win wars. But war is behind us every day. We are the losers in a war which has been fought and won every day that you give in.
The world is beauty, but you are being crushed by the simple way the man tells you to do things. He tells you off, moves you into yourself. Assert, assert, assert. There is so much goodness, and there it goes, out of your reach because you are too good, too vain, too friendly, too passive, too accomodating. Being strong is a way to be behind the mask and safe. It looks like working; it doesn’t feel like it though, it can feel like resting. Watch it go, watch all of that poisonous, dangerous energy come out of you and push everyone into a mode of being which walks along, while the self is a lobster floating through the shining sea. The self is a carrot on a stick becoming its own self-reward. The shone light of Christ was and is being heard by those who do not understand you; being lived in a tower which waits in the night for its bride. It sells a long wait, it leaves a trail. It is a pale reflection of belonging. It comes up against nothing, it lives in a song. It sleeps in the day. It belongs to a class of person that does not see themselves as human. Being does not wait for thoughts, but continues as if it is real. It walks alone by the valley of darkness into the light of cosmic understanding. Willfully looking away and around at the place that it goes, it shows and is alive to the place that it sleeps in. Willfully it tells you that you have been mugged off. This is why I never say anything like ‘we need to…’ - because it sets up a debt that you have to pay off in the future, and paying off debts isn’t fun. Stay and be alive, stay and be with yourself and the things that you know. Be a king, be the king that you can be. Don’t be afraid, don’t be pushed around. Have faith in your own convicitions. To see the light and not follow it is to remember the darkness and be afraid. Fear shall not rule the day, light shall rule, love shall rule. Have self-belief, have the self believe that you are the way, that you have the knowledge and wisdom to succeed. You are kind. Rule with kindness, but rule.
