Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Any Sun In Every Sky

Last Night
The guardian of my dreams came to feed but went to bed hungry.
This morning.
The instigator reared it's ugly head but looked only comical in a new days light.

My strength is returning. The dove has found refuge outside my window and soothes me for the day ahead. Transition is on the horizon. A different home. No beehives for neighbors that I am aware of yet. My friend is coming home soon from the hospital. He comes home to a new appreciation for him an his unique story telling ability. A new support system based on true friendship will make him a valuable ally in the struggle to prepare this world for transition into the next era.
The World School, The University of Diversity, We are calling it Omnium gathera but it will require further development before an actual proposal will be put forth for funding. Time is a bit of an issue my Father is 81 and wants to see his dream , our dream, come to fruition. He wants an opportunity to teach to really teach as do I. Not in A university in THE University. I think it was what we were born to do. It's why we never fit in anywhere. It's why we were punished for being loners. It's why we spent years at the local library studying everything they had to offer. Everything makes sense now. All the pain. All the suffering. All the fear and uncertainty. At four minutes past noon On December 26,2008 I wrote, It is not my experiences that are unique just my perspective. Everyone's perspective can be unique provided you look through your own eyes from now on. Its why people make such lousy eye witnesses. Because of the subjective nature of their memories. Recall your own memories and see them in a new light. Don't think of them as just cause an effect but intricate interactions between two dynamic living breathing beings that can outshine any sun in every sky. That's what it means to be alive. Relive your past and let go of hate , remorse, pain, betrayal, everything that makes you dread getting up in the morning. Mute the instigator and crank up the dove. Lose the hate and find the love, we all deserve.

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