here we are again

My story, your story, our story. My love, your love, our love.

At one time these distinctions were non-existent, but through careful planning we are now divided, but the irony is that together we will drown, as this ship we are sailing will soon be sinking down, down, down into the cold blackness of the ocean. When did the living of life become a race? Why are millions of people dying of thirst? On the other side of the world people are making appointments with debt relief specialists, slaves to things because that is what they are bread for. The unbalanced world we live in is making me dizzy and my only wish is to put a Band-Aid over this jagged tear that continues to widen with every anorexic young girl and mal-nourished child in southern Africa. Wake up.

Why do you submit your will to someone you have never laid eyes on. Why do you give up on your dreams before you even allow yourself to make any? Everything you have ever been told about life is sitting like a litre of solidified fat in your head and neck, blocking the flow of life’s energy from nourishing your mind and imagination. Focus on getting back to your best self, your highest potential has not even been met. How exciting is this news? The world is waiting for you to melt away years of beliefs and habits, drain this out of yourself and be empty and free from the debilitating effects of blindly following the leader. There is no leader! You are the leader. Follow love and follow peace wherever they may take you. Follow healing like it’s the river Nile spreading water to the parched deserts of your soul.

I must go forward fearlessly because if I do not I will forever be locked into a system of rape, an ongoing assault by big corporations, the government, and media. Every road I have traveled on, every tear I have cried has not been in vain. I have learned from every single expression of faith delivered to me through the greatness of creation. I was running on a wheel, round and round…until I finally stepped off of it and then…

I was running down a path in the early twilight hours of dawn as the night slowly relinquished its hold over the sky. Through the trees on either side of me I was able to see the glimmering of the water as it reflected the light from the moon. I reached a small clearing and turned knowingly to face the moon that was travelling downwards to rest below the horizon. As I extended my hands to the heavens I inhaled the energy of the night and turned again to face the sun which was climbing skywards in conjunction with the descent of her secret lover, moon. The sun erupted into pinks yellows oranges, soft hues of blue and green lit up the sky like a great display of beauty and possibilities. As my hands waved above me I moved trance like in time to the bursts of color splashed upon the canvas of infinity. I was conducting the light show, I was filled with wonder, and I was love manifested into two eyes to witness the beauty of existence.

The intoxication of truth infiltrated my whole body and the light from the sky is shining through my finger tips as I write these words for you to read. If it is love you are seeking look into your self. If it is peace you wish to build, tap into the unlimited source that flows under your skin and through your bones. If it is laughter and joy you seem to have lost replace them immediately with the knowing of their return, and your return into the undivided.

I have traveled in villages on the west coast of Zanzibar. I have mediated in silence where the streets are sand and the homes are huts. I have worshiped worshipers in old Jambiani who cherish religion in its most raw form; groups of believers gathered together resonating the vibrations of believing. I have walked along the white sandy beaches in Kwengwa, I’ve been hypnotized by the turquoise ocean and pale blue sky that merged together at the furthest point that my eye could see. I have danced with the Masi warriors and I have felt the rush of experiencing life in high gear. I have explored the Mayan ruins and swam deep beneath the earth amongst the roots of the tallest trees in the jungles of Mexico. I have jumped from great heights alongside waterfalls, and I have hiked tall mountains overlooking the united states of America.

I have walked the lonely streets of London on a cold rainy evening, and I have tasted the delicacies Amsterdam has to offer. I’ve lived isolated from civilization in a tent with only my books and yoga to keep me from drifting away into the obsolete. I have known fear and I have been in the depths of despair on several occasions.

Until I was able to recognize the importance of living in accordance to the universal laws of truth I could have continued to travel the globe and searched for meaning at the bottom of another bottle of wine. Now I am tearing down the house I built, I am throwing all of the debris into the fire of my soul and I will burn the remains of self I created unknowing who I already was, who I am. So now I will go forth and fill myself with the fuel to keep my spirit warm. I will stoke the fires of my strength and my being. I will melt away the lethargic habits of worldly attachments. I will not allow myself to be anything but certain of who I am because I am you, and you are me. Your love is my love, and my love is our love. Together we will tear down the prison we have built around ourselves and we will be free to inherit all that is ours. The next step to take is inwards. Welcome yourself home and love the person you are. Dust off doubt, and lose the excess confusion, that is not what you are intended for.