The power of vigilance

Early one afternoon, rain falling, scent of storm,

– abated and sticky spiritual heroes walk a path,

a certain consistency, with individual flavoured constancy, that indicated a common source.

Like nature, that beautiful chaotic brut, we love and fear, full of wisdom. What is the order of our times, everything upside down that owner an anarchist.

They crucified Jesus because he threatened the order with his teachings and he by his own emissions did so.

I came to cast fire upon the earth; and would that it were already kindled! I have a baptism to be baptised with; and how I am constrained until it accomplished! Do you think that I have come to give peace on earth? No I tell you but rather division. Luke 12 49–63.

Unfortunately difficult the abyss,

one sees evidence of his desired baptism,

– the man, in flesh and blood, that energy. What created his teachings can surely manifest.

While floods, famine, pestilence and war manifest in our time, they manifest in other times. Brutal, chaotic fighting, energy or force, a power beyond all measure, that Jesus knew so intimately. We live in a world unfathomable, poor, blind birds if we’re anything.

And for you it might be time to stop resisting what is,

try to understand what is really going on,

nothing is more beautiful and cocooned.

That is your condemnation only the times judges,

helping one who is flooded. One who has no home, is hungry or sick. Maybe just for one moment: life, helping out. That obsession to fail as always, our master chaos too powerful.

The reason disturbed Einstein’s mind, a theory returned order to chaos our master through out history,

– the wild world:

A rhythm iN discordant strum irritates,

melodic wisdom abbot of soul, dessert father, world honoured one.

Carl Jung’s Red Book calls the abyss into which Frederick Nietzsche fell. When stared long dark and scary morning or late night might shudder and doubt choice, whichever resonates. That noise of our times, the consuming mantra condemned, open empty, one spends much time with it, and then one day changes.

Like freedom road and one must want it bad. That seductive whisper on lips, temptress gold and silver, sweat meets and warm oil massages after a milk bath. The abyss, brutal assault strips flesh bare. Yet it fulfils.

When I listen to the noise from the spokesperson for men difficulties is in every spoken word. Unwanted anguish amplified. They ask why is life so hard? Who is responsible for the chaos and uncertainty that mucks good intentions.

Not every seeker of truth fights to protect it,

my friends happy vigilant birds swoop.

– survival of the fittest, natural selection fate.

If confronted with a lion, two choices, fight that lion or run so fast the beast cannot catch. With no authority to call and no one from sky rescue – danger manifest in the moment.

Ask why? survival is responsibility. And feel the power captain, steer course around dangerous fear and sadness, the consequences, no matter how turbulent the sea.

Never fail, high sea spell catastrophe. So power your engine, stoke the furnace, in life’s journey, the old days death, hail the lord of earth.