To be aware is to see the colorful stream of events lived by each anonymous person – to look into the eyes of a stranger and feel the emotions behind their masks of a concentrated consumer; it is understanding we all present ourselves illusively to make others believe the perception we want them to see, but at the core of us all there is an empathetic unity.
To be awake is to embody the world, as best you can, with your mind – hearing all the humans unspoken stories and recognizing hidden meaning behind miscommunication. It is still feeling hope for those whose ambitions have turned into whispers of their imagination from a time already forgotten; solace in their wistful daydreams.
There is a soft kind of sadness that envelops the minds of those who move too fast, and fearfully do what they’re told. Those of us whom perhaps are ‘enlightened’ hold remembrance of the splendor of sensation, carrying the ideal of magic from childhood into present reality, with mature simplicity. It then is our responsibility to try to re-inspire the light beyond the shadows of their secrets; to incite the trust to be themselves – wholesomely – no matter who that may be. We must look upon the population with an unjudging heart, an open knowledge towards their discretion, and a genuine interest in every made connection.
It is wise to believe in the possibility of creating meaning amidst the mundane meaninglessness. Speak slowly to the open ears of others you do and do not know: ‘What life do you want to create for yourself?’ ‘Today, do you embody who you want to be?’ ‘What unfulfilled desires lay beyond your burdenly belief that you are somehow undeserving?’ ‘Can you remember how to feel happiness with your spiraling fingertips of individuality?’
They may not immediately resonate with the wonder of our words, but be gentle. You do not want to awaken the sleeping people suddenly nor abruptly – wandering back into this reality must be done respectively of their comfortable fragility.
There is so much for all of us to learn, and what a miraculous melancholy realization it is that this moment now, my friend, is all we have. A finite fragment of forever inviting us into the realms of exploration, internal and external. If this may be the entirety of what we get, what a wonderful gift it is. Do not let your hours go to waste. Do not compromise or allow things to be unsatisfactory. Explore your passions – any and all of them – your pursuit to thrive in life will not go unnoticed, your dreams will be adamantly answered by the vibrations of our Compassionate Cosmos. You being in tune with Consciousness is no mistake. The connection again compels me to preach: “We are Creators, not Spectators.”
If we walk along the paths of the future (now, in your minds-eye) we can visualize the structures of our cement cities, corroded into the perspective of remaining ancient relics. For, as we know, every era has its expiration date due to evolution. We become nothing more than a common ancestral species – their existence different from our own. If you look far enough into the uncertain future I speak of, you will see our bones are buried deep within the Earth; all that remains are interesting slabs of metal and concrete shapes.
“Curious forms,” our successors might think; a familiar floating question of what we once perhaps could have been, the past of the human race becoming nothing more than a puzzling mystery. As millenniums continue, the pieces of whom we are no longer even but a memory, story, or history lesson from fading textbooks. The imagination of the higher intelligence will cease to roam so far back. Perhaps, instead, they will simply surmise there has always been life. They will not see what we are in uncovered fossils, or care to know the purposes of what we created.
For in the foreboding future, we will be silent ghosts of a moment’s memory.
We cannot slow down the hands of time, nor speed it up. It ticks to a steady rhythmic beat. But, we should enjoy the essence of life as it stands Now. We are all on our own journey to Nowhere, and though the dust of snowfall may cover our footprints we forge, there is an amazing affirmation in existing as we are. We are here. Here, we are no figment; no, we are the foundation for all to come.
Here, on our World of Wonder, instead of searching for answers seek insightful explanations to ponder upon. Do not be afraid of letting go of things you once thought you knew, for as you fall, you let yourself flow forward; movement from any stagnation is conquered and great growth is congratulated.
If no single thought, belief, opinion or outlook is cast away or excluded, we will be able to coexist independently; we will not need to nervously conform, hide, or dilute our inner joy. Let us achieve a harmonious state where all pure wishes and ways of life can be received. If you are confident in being whoever you are inspired to be, then the veil of control will vanish and our collective consciousness will start streaming with clarity. Do not doubt your power to influence. Within us, there is a Oneness; an empathetic Unity. This is the hidden meaning behind our daily miscommunication. Dissolve the mask of an anonymous person and they will not present themselves illusively. Awaken your imagination to see the colorful stream of events we all simultaneously experience; awareness of such will bring hope to your heart for humanity.
We will soon see there is not a great difference between ‘strangers’ and the people we know – nor ourselves and anyone else – there is an underlying potential of genuine connection waiting to emerge, if only we try, in every smile. Will you now hold the hand of someone you do not know, just to assure them all will be more than alright? Palm in palm, together, we have the power to bless and bestow freedom onto ourselves and our friendships – to circle the globe with kindness, remembering all creatures on this planet to be family. There is no reason to be afraid anymore. Tear down the walls we’ve built. Destroy the scaffolding of society. Call upon the ebb of your uninhibited heart to verbalize what you truly see; know; feel; believe.
This is the splendor of sensation encompassing the entirety of our realities.
Oddly,
Oceana
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