There has been a significant gap in the stream of creative flows, incubating in nature perhaps, but somewhat dull, devoid of stimulus, routine. Reasons for the lull cannot be easily identified, in synchronization with a multitude of unresolved issues. Even this writing, dry, unenthusiastic, forced with the meditative poise disturbed distracted. Hiding behind the veil of a self assumed high ground, arrogance seeps in with her classic swagger. The real questions being left unanswered, not even engaged through contemplation, written off as the riddle of an entity beyond separate, who with a larger field of influence and / or understanding must address for unrelated agenda. Ours remains the immediate goal, survival, propagation of ego centric acquisitions, conquest, image building strategy. Domain and territory transpires unto the idea sphere, nothing remains original or pure, boredom sets in thus we get fat and fart. Ridicule not this metaphor for it translates literal and obvious.


Somewhere a stand must be taken and matter needs guidance, because unless individual awareness aligns with consciousness manifestation though continual and perennial, danger will persist. True freedom comes not toward a succumbing and decline, testing the will of divine energies. The moment needs to be seized, as the struggle is upwards with help from the higher, and not the necessary uplifting of a dead inert load. Our part in this endeavor cannot be disregarded, for the danger that the contrary attitude may cause. Even if these rants were mistaken, and the play shall resolve unto itself irrespective of the human input, the effort shall never be vain. As a tonality our spirit demands some form of action regardless of guidance or lack of therein, for solely through some form of contribution we evolve further. A gift is rarely just presented, fearing the potential lack of value that such a casual gesture may accompany.