Let There Be More Light

Let There Be More Light

Some hopeful Thoughts. . .

Alas, Some Pressing Need

Been thinking, for days on end. These thoughts in the ether of my mind, swirl like galaxies and stardust of supernova remnants. Maybe, you would have to be a genius to understand them all. Even struggled with them, as things are. Life is best left a mystery, and it is less painful; not to figure everything out.

Still there are remnants of a deeper purity, somewhere inside this dark soul of mine. I’m searching for the good bits, and trying to purify myself from what doesn’t serve me right.

Meditations

Seems there are a thousand things a person can do; and sometimes, maybe only one of them will work. Over the years, I have contacted hundred of people. Seems, the results are always about the same. Have to wonder, why I’m not seeing results, or progress. This vacuum, holds me tight.

How one meditates matters. And what a person meditates on matters. Seems, a person would have to wonder, who is a good guide in this world? Is there anyone that has it all figured out, that is worthy of following? Everyone says they have an answer; however, when you look at their lives, and the way things are, you have to wonder why it’s not working out for them?

Been wondering why things aren’t working out for me. Not sure if there are things the human race, just doesn’t want to hear; or if the language that is being used, doesn’t make sense to them? Wish someone would tell me the answer. Maybe, they don’t like my attitude? Maybe!

Sometimes, if

Like to drink Sprite. They hate that. They want a world of people, that drink 7-Up. It must really bother them, that my drinking Sprite, has not changed. There must be so many things about me, that they really find something to hate about me.

Not able to understand, why? Is there no room for self? If there is even a self, so many today want to break the spirits of men that are not all alike. Or worse, they judge whole groups of people based upon a single product? Is life such, that only sinners drink Sprite? There are some things, I could say about Pepsi; however, they wouldn’t like what I have to say about it.

Death learns, to lurk; waiting for a moment to bite. Seems, at the end of this rope; is salvation for those not damned. They will watch me fall to my death, without lifting a finger. Some world, where things should have been better. I’m waiting for this rope, to slip through my very fingers; maybe, those rocks at the bottom won’t hurt much? Maybe, not for long.

A persons mind, can only take so much. Everyone has a point, that they feel at the end of some rope, waiting for the final slip that snaps them into total brokenness. Everyone has those points, that when reached, are just more than they can endure.

One should be careful, not to climb higher than the rope is long. Not unless you have two or more ropes.

The Lights

This maybe, the last article that I’m going to write on this site. At some point, last week there was a tipping point; that when crossed, left me feeling vexed. Would rather have real peace of mind, and some self respect. People, in general do not understand, or listen. They haven’t reached that point, yet!

My hope is that they only need half the advice that I’ve given. My hope, would be that they get the better end of the deal; like not being at the wrong end of some rope, but be content with walking on the low hills of existence. Some explorers, need to venture much higher, however the risks are not without weight to be considered.

In the cold, dark night; some light, other than the flicker of lighting a cigarette, should have come to me by now. Maybe if it were possible to understand the stars message, maybe not all would be in vain. Read something the other day, that made good sense.

“Too much self concern is tedious.”

Is there such a thing, as too much self awareness? In water too pure, no fish swim. All things require proper balance. You have to be self aware, while not being critical, or a tyrant. And how you treat yourself really matters. The message people send to society, is that they are nothing to anyone; and in turn, the single person believes they are nothing special.

Yet, if people really had more empathy, people could have their needs met, and feel better when the shit hits the fan. At least having a friend that will wipe the tears from the face. If I were to cry, might not stop for a long time. I’ve held the waters back, a long time. Waiting for this rope, to break. Some stress, maybe I should learn how to down climb back to reality? I’m not sure such a thing could be done. When a mind has been stretched to new sizes, it never really goes back to being as small.

The Brain

The Brain — 
is wider than the Sky — 
For — put them side by side — 
The one the other will contain With ease — 
and you — beside —
 The Brain is deeper than the sea — 
For — hold them — 
Blue to Blue — 
The one the other will absorb — 
As sponges — Buckets — do — 
The Brain is just the weight of God — 
For — Heft them — 
Pound for Pound — 
And they will differ —
 if they do — 
As Syllable from Sound —

Emily Dickinson, c. 1862

Is the mind, as infinite as the universe? Maybe there should be some limits on human stupidity? Like say, nothing bigger than a medium pizza?

Transcend

There is need to transcend this reality. Don’t like the ideas of where I would end up, should it be left to luck, or fate. Really, something must be done, to change the outcome to something that isn’t one of my worst fears. We want good results; and to be honest, this project is only worthwhile if the results are really great.

Want to get back, to a good place. Really, want everyone to land in a good place. That matters, because we really do care where we land. Should you find my results poor, then help make them better with your time and effort. Everyone deserves to have good results that we can all live with.