posted on Mar, 19 2014 @ 12:37 PM
So as I sit accessing that which has been taught as good, and inquire deeper as to its nature, I have made discovery. Possibly, rediscovery, as we
move through this life in hopes that there is something more fulfilling, that does not leave us empty. The intelligent amongst you have seen what is
false, yet they take those false teachings and muddle around in hopes of finding truth.
Truth, the lifelong search for all of us, known by so few of us. How it escapes our grasps, yet we still reach more prudently than before, just to
have the hopes dashed as it escapes grasp once more. How then do we finally peg it down and let nothing move it from our reach again? Have you no
understanding why the same themes remain present in all explanations?
We are living through the times that we fear, the times were safety is often predicated by the spokesperson of the time. Yet they have given you no
reassurance from death, quite the contrary to these eyes uninhibited by bias. For centuries it has found ways to mislead, to anger enough in order to
strike down one another. It continues, to tell you, do this and you will be safe, do that and you shall not be hungry, yet there is something that
remains. Oh what is this feeling that pangs us, calls to us? As though we are without great purpose, we strive for mundane achievements. After all, it
is what we have been instructed to strive for. We see the effects of money and feel that it somehow leaves us desiring more. Is it simply a lure? A
way to be ensnared into a struggle that is not yours, rather theirs?
I have found money to be a tool, which was supposed to help mankind. Somehow it has found itself as an enslaver of the mind. Even it's art misleading
and on it the images, of evil. Painted in order to pray on human instincts. Green leads to water, the most vital thing. Surely you have heard of the
well that resides in all living beings. How do we make it so it never runs dry? What then is a greater thing for us to strive and put valiant efforts
to? When riches galore find a person they rarely ever share with those who have not. Lest it be through charity, which in and of itself is an
intricate plot. How can one who has the illusion of wealth, accrued by seeking the ghost of money, ever provide charity? So, the day is soon to come,
after turmoil upon turmoil, tragedy upon tragedy, true value will be recognized.
And what is to be valued above all? I would propose that it is us, all. For in each of us we see the make up of something divine. Let us not be so
foolish to continue squandering the water that Jupiter has sent to us in the times of turmoil. I do believe that it is now after so many grave
offenses against our humor that we can began to piece back together our righteous beings. Life as beings of light, call it evolution, call it
ascension, but do not call it silly. Their is a truth in which I intend to bring. Worry not, and don't be afraid, even if they strike you down so
shall you live on famously. Strive for what is good and to know yourself. Not the image they have painted for you to be. So shall we began a life
where death cannot take you? Shall we embrace the times as they come? And understand the path to true wisdom, the path that we have begun? Or shall we
stay under forceful rule, with the inevitable end to a life of folly finding you? Shall we hide from the greatness that is to come, or meet it head
first that we may become, what was always intended for us?