091231 07:57
I have several reasons to celebrate the change of year numerically.
I am oddly conscious of being a day closer to my seventh decade. Yesterday I discovered one of our dumpsters being filled with a resident’s precious identity disposed. There were, for me, several items of interest, had I been willing to dive in and sort the wheat from the chaff.
Discovery, I was viewing my own passing in practical/surrogate.
Our culture and civilization are auguring up and down, a flock in flight. Some, such as myself, accepting life’s experience’s as teaching us humility in passing, day-to-day.
Consciousness, if valuable, is aware of itself, inconvenient--at times.
It is a sense of fearlessness revealed in seeing everything.
Humiliation is no longer on my daily menu, not a season for the stew of my life. The day’s collective in retrospect displays a subtle and often precious intercourse with the numinous that I have difficulty confessing. Moreover I declare myself over the hump of terror; the Season passed and I remained sane. Sanity is difficult to describe to another who, professionally, determines our weal or woe. Remembering my choice to avoid friends and family members for their presumption being my judge. Reminded that I was once one of them and all life. Too quick on the trigger of execution.
With difficulty, I learn for myself--The Issues/The Facts--and this process of gifting you, with yours. What I previously bore as humiliation, I now accept, celebrating it’s teaching me to better be what I am now; no longer victim. Where I was once truant, or truculent, in rage I am now humble in my praise the day overcast or bright; regardless long or short night.
Time lightly bourn, birthing itself, borne infinite, uncounted now.
“ 20:30
Many events insignificant and otherwise have passed between what I last wrote and now that I write again. Muzzled.
By what?
I need only tell you that you are magnificent within yourself and that though I am insignificant I tell you are more than me in humility. All the earth and heavens sing this but you are deaf, dumb and blind to your value appraised by those you kneel for . . . should you be fully conscious you would kneel before God, and Our Parent would then take you by the scruff of your neck and say; Arise!
The resurrection of Jesus is potential in all humanity but the return will not happen until we manifest/incarnate that to one another.
Nothing else is of value higher to me than what I’ve just advocated for us.
All warriors are pacifist who kill, or die, without passion . . . and today is a good day to die.
