A
Good Use Of Time
I want to talk about
something that there are no words to speak of it. I want to share my
experience about a truth no words can possibly reach. I want to talk
about that which ends all debate before it is too late...the
doors to Heaven shall never close though everything else surely
closes and remains in stillness for eons that is not the problem
the problem is that people reject anything they cannot see themselves
managing in some way no it is not that it is not the people who
reject it is the impostor within the minds of people who rejects and
language built it and keeps it locked up in dictionaries nobody
agrees upon as the Right Dictionary.
There is no truth in
dictionaries. There is no truth in science books. All books by their
nature deny truth. You know this and you read without the protection
of that knowledge and that is a setup for misery. There is no truth
save the one you feel.
I aim to draw a distinction with words which shows their deadly purpose to ruin your life if you are not careful. The key is to be like a man who trains wild cats and who never forgets even for a second the necessity of maintaining the control inside the arena. One cat who senses you have forgotten that can spoil your act in a flash of claw and teeth. Words are like that cat. Follow along.
I have a connection
to some source that is felt in every breath I am given. Without that
all my issues cease to matter. My children will no longer speak to me
and my grandchildren will not care to be around me. I will be
forgotten. All I own will no longer be mine. Nobody will ask my
opinion. It will not even matter to me that some kind individual sets
a place for me at the table in his house if I cannot be there. The
hope that after my demise someone will pick up a scrap I leave behind
and cherish it a moment is nothing to me if I am unaware. Knowing
this forces me to a deeper awareness of the importance of the here
and now...to me. Which reminds me of the grandest gift, the gift of
all gifts, this breath is given without strings. Imagine such a
giver! I pay it absolutely no attention for many, many years and
still it is given without missing a beat.
My everything felt.
I am encouraged by
this to spend some of my life in the sole company of the source I
mentioned I know by my breath. Closing the eyes in my head draws my
attention in a stronger way to that inhaling that must lead to the
next exhale until the last exhaling brings a close to this life.
Fully aware, I am helpless and in awe. Helplessness and awe. Not
mere words, clearly I feel and know them intimately.
This is my truth kept close to me all day in every circumstance. I alone know what
difference that time in the company of truth has wrought in this once
in a lifetime day. This day fully lived shall never return, has no
name, and is eternally mine. That is but an inkling of the
difference!
So far I have
enjoyed thirty two years worth of days in a row the enjoyment of
which I carry in a special basket which I will take with me when I
die all by grace that 37 seconds well used is a lifetime. Thank you,
Mister Magorium!