Here’s another classic from my intimate virtual personal friend, Troy M. Rosamond, as posted on his social media site:

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We all ‘know’ the difference between dreams and waking reality. But, do we?

I maintain that ‘reality’ is no different from dream, with the exception of extremely pronounced difference in duration, of course.

The big lie, the delusion that makes us miss this (and which gives such righteous justification to mark those who see this as crazy), is the concept that this deluded version of ‘reality’, i.e. the ‘real’ ‘us’ ends. This deluded version of ‘reality’ hinges upon this markéd and clear ending. We count upon it with fear and attempt to counter it with faith. Our existence can and must end. (And, though the world goes on without us, we aren’t necessarily sure that it truly goes on — or for how long — either. In fact, the same elements of “count on it with fear” and “attempt to counter it with faith” are integral to our ‘theology’/coping mechanism).

‘Reality’ on earth is a planetary playground of dreams, playing out, playing out.

We all sleep in the bed of a dream garden.

Such unreal dreams are as likely to be a proliferate bunch of dystopian nightmares as happy idylls.

More likely, most probably.  We fear.

It just so happens that death is required for the constant churning of souls.  Lots of death.  Look at the figures.  Look at the facts.  Consider the history.  “Nasty, brutish and short”.  (As it has been famously said.)  This is something ‘rational’ thought is not meant to ever fathom.  This is something beyond understanding like everything in all about the kingdom of heaven.

The horror of this fact has always been at human hand, always playing out despite all of our best efforts.  Death is only horror to those who fear.  And fear is the upbringing in the ‘reality’ on earth.  Always has been.  Fear imagines pain.  Fear imagines suffering.  Imaginings manifest.  Imagine that.  The dreams of them become real.  They are the labels of horror.  The scapegoating becomes an element of real when the dream essence is denied.

Change is the enemy of denial.  Denial holds fast to fearing change itself, constantly fending against change.

Yet the Kingdom of Heaven is intimately all motion, energy and constant change.  Motion, energy and constant change is integral to the kingdom of heaven.

It was not news that the Kingdom of Heaven is on hand for it has always been on hand, creating dreams of reality to manifest; creating us in an image.

It is like a theory of strings that constantly entwine yet never become entangled.

There is something incomprehensible going on and we have been poorly proficient in realization of this, losing constantly the opportunity of making something loving about it. Human is always fearing into negative.  Grasping for help.  Grasping for understanding.  Grasping for myth.  Grasping for intervention.  Begging for the erasure of fear.  ‘Life’ has become a play at living the consequences and dreading the end.

The horror.  The horror.  People.  The people.

We are spirit.

Let’s change our vibration and dream a better dream.

The Kingdom of Heaven is at hand.

It is going somewhere.  Get there we will, but we can’t get there soon.

Our purpose in this world is to take part in something far beyond ourselves, far beyond what we are intended to understand. It has always been so. It has been from day one.

This is true no matter how much we have advanced our *understanding*

~[the illusion of understanding]~

On the Eve of Thanks

I am only enlightened

and I wonder how it shows

and what has changed.

There is a joy, I know.

Always and everywhere

diffused, that I don’t always remember

to deign to show.

And I wonder how it can show.

My enlightenment joy

is like my baby face

that showed no doubt an otherworldly wisdom.

It was a face that knew

that prompted indescribable joy

to my bewildered parents

who had no doubt of the wisdom

or of the providence of its origin.

It has never gone.

I am newly aware and

I am on the Eve of thanks.

The light is everywhere

The light is what we’re made of

The light is where we go

The light is what we seek

When I was born, in those days, I was with the creator — [we can call ‘him’ “God”] —

Before encounters turned to dreams, waned, then faded to memories

Purple light became lavender recollections became imagined doubt

And it was gone for the remainder; no rote could ever bring it back

What we call ‘life’ ensued.  I did what we call ‘my best’.

In the duration of life, there is no true memory.

Memory is unreliable.

Selfish perspective gives assumed color.

We are all deluded by luster.

Memory taint.

Now I imagine that it’s coming back.

I drop everything and empty out all that is and turn to dream encounters.

When I have come full circle, it will become real.

I will be with.  And, it will be somehow known, mystery upon mystery, it all along was.

We are, all of us, transients in a cosmic eternity.

We can see this in a limited way based on fear or we can see this in the immeasurably expanded shimmer of joy and light – intimating the true purpose and promise of creation.

In the limited way, based on fear, lies all suffering, pain and angst. The operative pun is lies.  Ever doubtful, ever dependent on the addiction to the idea of salvation from the limits of fear, this way manifests in the hurting those we portend to help – which distills, namely and patently, to ourselves.  The pleading and begging that come with fear give creative credence to hell:  a true standard-bound creation.

We can be a moon-like reflection, made in the image, with creative powers – ever loosing and binding – creating out of fear.

[living what we fear out of avoiding the mind-game eternal what we fear – created monster idea]

Or . . .

there is light . . .

To be a positive influence in the world is to truly and genuinely join up with the positive force that is positively behind everything. It is to embark on a positive journey. It is an active quest. There is a positive consistency involved. Positivity doesn’t come naturally or easily, despite the positive fact that the positive is at the core of everything and can’t be avoided nor escaped. Still one has to train oneself to seek and to see the positive in the core of everything. And I do mean everything. Everything at all. I’m positive about this.

Sure there are constant slings and arrows, but they are not to be minded. They are not real. Much of the journey (and I wouldn’t take nothing for the journey now) involves, of course a negating of the negative that seems to abound.

Tireless negating of the negative with ultimate purpose to explore and to experience and to bring forth to light the positive is part and parcel of the positive experience.

The more determined and stubborn the insistence on negative one encounters, the more positively determined and stubborn the negation of the negative necessary. This, of course, can give off the distinct impression of one who is often negative. This can and will be used against the positive. Many conspiracy theories smartly fit the bill and provide the framework. The positive one, indeed, gets literally framed

This can be a tiresome experience, I presume. It can certainly be construed that way, of course. Everything can be construed, that’s kind of my point. And I do mean everything. Everything at all. But no, I will negate that negative called “tiresome.” It is positively invigorating to me.

And, to negate negative once more, I repeat: I wouldn’t take nothing for my journey now.

Construe the positive. That’s positively me. Won’t you join me, neighbor?

Post-script:
Another, more simple way to put it to the negative would be like this:

“Hey, negative: you are a stumbling block to me, for you are setting your mind not on divine things but on human things.”

Post-post-script:
And sadly, some purport to divine things while they are all caught up in human things all the while. We call them, sometimes, “The Religious Right.”

They are highly political, of course. Caught up in human things.

(Sorry if it hurts).