A man or a woman plans a journey. Much preparation is made, much understanding is gathered, goals are discussed. To objectify objectives gives one a plan for undergoing the experience of accomplishment. For a story to be witnessed, to be experienced, requires a story written.
A timeline, a character submersed in an unfolding adventure. How many possibilities are there? Infinite? Are the combinations countable and selectable? If so, how would one weave their own storyline and adventure? Who would play with them? Who are the experiencers involved?
A child is born and an adventure begins. We call it a life. Through the pearly gates they enter. Prior to conception, are all systems a go? Are all considerations planned and agreed upon? Are the conditions decided upon? Do you agree? Yes. Then it is done. It is understood. All is forgiven. Bon voyage!
The first breath, the babies first cry announces to all the arrival of a traveler well equiped and planned. For the moment of birth marks a space in time in which amnesia begins. A clock ticking does leave ink upon the certificate. A measuring within a world of unknowing. An unknowing one begins its own measuring.
From then on, the happenings begin. The adventure unfolds. The journey is traveled. The beginning of moments leading to end. For a gate one enters through and that gate one returns. Like a net within a sea, what gatherings does one bring back? It is agreed.
Resist or flow, either do we know? We are is always. Our it is it. We know what we know without fail. We know not synonymously. Accidentally not we exist. We are the are of was, is, and will. What we know of was was always a was. What we know of is is always an is. What we know of will will always be a will.
Thus, we are. Thus, I am. Thus, you are. Thus, perfectly now. A story written is a story witnessed. Witness perfection imperfectly divine. The gate was always at the beginning. Relax and enjoy. If no joy, wait, it will come.
What now is your story? Calm thy heart and silence thy mind. Look at the stars and see their shine. For light you are, from light you came. Relax thy grip upon the game. Love yourself, love all others. Everyone is your sisters, and your brothers. For mothers we are, fathers too. Children of God divine anew.
Zoltan Blue 