On The Substance Of Life

Long before the road to hell was paved, man was more than able to find his own way to Heaven through the nature of himself.

It is a befitting attitude to engage amongst any consideration pertaining to the better tasting substances of life, those which intertwine modesty with the miraculous—minus the madness—which might I add is often easiest to find. It is in the nature of our being to cradle with our thoughts, certain testimonies that are measured by the height of our curiosity. This nature, in a way, finagles with the fact that creation has always been the very foundation of our “being,” and from it we must build our existence.

I have often spoke of finding one’s self, but I’ve come to grasp that the meaning of life is to in fact, in the constructive sense, create yourself. It is in the nature of creativeness to offer hints of clarity that help to keep the mind clear of unnecessary debris that must be swept clean. There is no better time than now to clear said debris. Long before the road to hell was paved, man was more than able to find his own way to Heaven through the nature of himself.

 Whoever compels you to go one mile, go with him two.

Matthew 5:41

Into The Mystic

In as much as we are possible, we should strive to resemble the idea that He had of us when He created us. As should we be expected to laugh and smile with our worries as they recover from self-susceptibility. Worries aren’t something that are to be handled with the constant maneuvering of them to and fro, between that of suffering and sentimentality. Worries are to be handled in the sense of all that is lackadaisical. A stumble here and a fumble there, but it is in the delight for life’s spontaneity that leaves the spiritual energy of love forever hiding in plain sight.

Life is too damn rigorous in itself. Let alone should we allow it to leave us left worried all the damned time. Life and its more delicate moments are to be treated to the delicacy of creativity. Life is about creating from the core characteristics of our being, getting more centered with the edge from which we leap, which of course is considered to be love.

How delicate life is when death doesn’t spare a dime of mercy? Time is way too short to worry about what others may think. Death is always right around the corner and as precious as life is, why hide it’s beautiful touches of madness? With that being said, even deeper into a thought let us sink.

“Maybe I was wrong to grow up at my own pace and for feeling underwhelmed at my own choices, to choose what I did when I did. Yet these are the circumstances of who I am today. Nowadays, I’m content with being a child at my core. I’ll be the first to tell you, this is the most beautiful part of “being,” because without our childhood, to us, there would be no core. At our core sits the beauty of childlike chaos; it’s how you handle it as you get older, which will speak volumes of your character and exemplify how you treat and react to others.”

“Is it not up until about nine or ten years old we knew of nothing but that of unconditional love? We are all children at heart, are we not? The heart knows nothing of age. We are just as nurtured and matured by foolishness as we are by goodness, and by all of the random acts of kindness that we have, without thought, accumulated over the span of our lives. Its the simplicity within this wholeheartedness of understanding that keeps those dark days somewhat sunny. These actions even left unseen are eternally adolescent and wild.”

“From my less than critical decision making throughout life, I came to see that by creating from the deepest layers of me that I was beginning to truly feel “free” from me. It was like something was being excavated from the deepest depths of me, uncovering lodes of gold, the kind no “inward” coal miner ever suspected to exist. There is not a thing more romantic than the semantics of the shedding of who we are from the layers of our own and especially that of the societal gold standard”

Sparks Of A Touched Soul.

“It shouldn’t be so hard to imagine that the ten billion inhabitants of this rock we walk upon would set out upon the same sort of self-exploration. But it is, and will continue to become more difficult, but there is hope yet, but first the sun of subversion must set. It is unfortunate these days that thought is being manufactured beneath the shadow of shady tactics leaving most to be worried about what exists within the toxic perception of their own collective ego.”

“So it is rather for now that we are left to just a small army of those who truly hope and pray for Heaven on Earth. It is true that with universal self-understanding, all of humanity would be given backstage access to that of inner bliss, as they come to approach the cliff overlooking the meaning of life. And as I stand now teetering, it is from the edge I jump into the depths of Heaven on Earth.”

“It would be a certain sort of pleasantry to see all of those whom are wrapped up in the elegance of their fur lined egos, lining the streets to have their souls scrutinized. Maybe Heads of State would come out in soft parades to reveal intimate state secrets with the desire to better humanity, all the while confessing their own dreams for the inner improvement of themselves. And we may come to find revolutionaries in the streets preaching the revolution of consciousness, while hearing about the pseudo-Christians who urged the (moral) slaying of each one of themselves so that Christ can indeed succeed their own ego. Hopefully businessmen would surprisingly escape from those venture capitalist ways and run to the emotional stock exchange to trade in their valuable assets for eternal values. Maybe academia would tear up its diploma to board the myth of the ship Argo, while oilmen drill for the eternal black gold that springs from the kingdom of Self.  It is then that may we see converted chemists extract several megatons of spiritual energy from the atomic rubble of war.”

We’re still a long way. However, Heaven on Earth doesn’t only reveal itself in our immediate surroundings—it emigrates.

The Beauty Of Spiritual Energy.

In Closing

Genuine dissent must always keep a human measure upon the height of righteousness. It must be free and spontaneous. Or what the hell? Let us just call it wild. The slighter gestures of spiritual bewilderment are often the most significant, because they are not premeditated.

True, he who dissents alone may confine the element of dissent to words, to inward declarations, to poetic thoughts, to symbolic gestures. He too may fail to act. Gestures are perhaps not enough. Perhaps they are to the eye, a slight of hand, and perhaps to the heart they may fit just right. And perhaps it is to hope that over time these tokens of appreciation will once and for all, force the hand of ego upon its flight of ascension away from that everlasting inner eternal fight. The truth of this is divine in nature, this is when we can truly taste the sweetness of honey in the substance of life.

It is for now must I go on and get to where my sanity has found the perfect fit. Time has grown of the essence. The reality of summer’s looming swell of chaos has beckoned the call of the beast below. We thank you from the bottom of me for taking the time to read. Godspeed.

—Ryan  

Sanity is the beauty that hides behind madness put to good use.

His Room

Many are the plans in a person’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails.

Proverbs 19 : 21

Twas but the time

Not a moment to soon

That I was to allow God

into my creative room.

 

Came was a feeling

only once before felt

it washed me all over

blessed by this composure I held

and as He stirred through my spirit

came a hint of his divine wit.

 

My bones they tingled

from my head to my toe.

My soul it mingled

with a spiritual flow.

 

For now it was His show

and what He had in store

was left to glow

in the essence of forevermore.

 

While His words

they moved through me

I felt my heart as it beat

all the way to the bottom of my feet.

For these fingers

they moved to meet

His presence with a certainty.

 

For it was all I could hear

from a voice so clear

that shall always linger sweet within me

beneath these heavenly trees.

 

The love these words spoke

will forever echo

through the eternity of a soul

leaving those that are broke

left forever whole.

 

And in the shadows of me

Your love it dances like dream

wherein the hallways of your heart

I move with His harmony.

 

BeLove © 2018


Contemplating Freedom

For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do so.

Ephesians 2 : 10

I awaken with the most pristine moment of the day.  Dawn is just around the corner and I hear the innocence of creation ask with consent to just be blessed again, as it is was on the first morning that ever was.

It is wisdom that seeks to assemble and manifest itself at that blind, sweet spot of creation.  Wisdom does not seek to succeed as it falls into contemplation, for we must not ask permission of anyone except God to find what it is we seek.  As I turn to face this morning as a man with an impervious purpose, I look to the shadow of me and let God take the reigns within.  And to the shadow I speak in silence.

Perhaps I am stronger than I think.  Maybe I am even scared of my strength, and turn it against myself, making me weak.  Maybe I think this will make me secure, yet I feel guilty.  Perhaps I am most afraid of the strength, which you God, have placed in me. Perhaps a part of me would rather be ridden with weakened guilt in myself, than be strong with You, whom I don’t yet fully understand.  Or perhaps, I am just thinking too much and I should just allow the silence of You to wash over me, while finding the courage and faith to know that You will lead me down today’s path.

And from the depths of contemplation, the darkness begins to fade behind creation’s first light.

Contemplation suggests lingering pleasure, timelessness, and a sort of suave passivity.  But this isn’t the light of contemplation.  Contemplation is not about enjoyment, not happiness, or even peace for that matter.  Contemplation is about creating a transcendent experience of reality and truth in the act of a supreme and spiritual love. The important thing in a contemplative state is not about gratification, but it is about awareness, life, creativity and finding your own freedom.

It is a fact that contemplation is our most essential spiritual activity.  It is our most divine act of creativity.  It is dynamic affirmation of the divinity within us.  Contemplation is not the suave and slothful of “being” in a darkened complacency.  It is a flash of divine light piercing through the darkness of pain and suffering.

Contemplation is not tied to the process of abstract thought, but on the contrary it is concrete and as existential as thought can be.  Contemplation is the celestial confrontation of man with God, of the Son with his Father.  It is when Christ truly awakens within us, that the manifestation of the Kingdom of God in our own souls begins.  It is the triumph of truth and of divine freedom, in our innermost “being”, in which the Father becomes one with the Son in the Spirit, which is then given to the believer.

For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.  I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.

Psalm 139 : 13-14

Again I speak silent to my shadow.

Perhaps, You do move through me in mysterious ways, and perhaps I should apologize for doubting your means to my ends, God.  And for that, I am sorry.  But let it be known, that I thank you for the grace you have allowed me to understand, and the elegance of your Love that will always fill my spirit, and that everyday I am more hopeful for the path that you have laid ahead for me.

-BeLove