ST-1 ... Across the Shadows

Into the light of the Room

When, i look around from my cafe seat at the garage. In my normal attitude i ponder around and feel free to talk to anyone. Then the questions concerning the global new-layout arises and the wonder begins. Are they open, confused, honest or are they on one of the many paths leading up the vague steps of the pyramid to that blind eye attempting to control it all? So it can make it awkward and at times the urge to talk to anyone falls flat into the dead ends of my mind and i move on. This is the way it is within these walls of society from Beirut to Duncan BC, all around the world we are united by the main-media of the great covidian dreamland nitemare expressing itself like a tomb.

I am you and you are me thru this vortex of love. It is everywhere, hanging off the buildings like mysterious miracles with hardly a mind noticing. They feel, in the best of their thoughts their presence, call them angels, little people, ancient elders, aliens, spirits like wind-souls across the ether.

Back at the cafe things are slowing down this end of day folding in on itself on this late hot Saturday afternoon. It's late summer, this is not the place for tourists on a day like today. They are at the water holes; rivers, beaches or in the forest with that inwards-vortical-energy materialized by the trees as a gift of cool space.

I wonder about why so many have not woken up, still yet. I never was a fan of the term 'Awake' discrediting the many whom most are not fools at all, but none the less, have been fooled. The conspiracy theory oriented, the uncorporate, dis-institutional, anti-establishment-type saw thru this agenda early on, why?, is still somewhat of a mystery. The believers, the popular-media eaters seem to be hanging on much longer than normal. Many of the past situations were not as drastic, national, segments of the globe, things moved quicker, ended sooner. This is world wide, the fear of a scientifically named killer-substance, a deadly life form is threatening the very specie of human life…….and, as so, interpreted in so many ways. Best to just keep your eyes wide and trust nothing…..but your heart.

The believers find it very difficult to accept that they were fooled. There were so many signs to show them, but the majority refused to swallow their pride, dive deeper, crush their form. They are a team now, hosting the remnants of an experiment of a very sinister nature. Some awaken slightly to feel just enough guilt for what they have put their loved ones thru or how many they had influenced to accept that long tube of slow death. The illusions of thinking with their collapsing critical thoughts, "how could i have been fooled" whispers to a tender heart in moments within their secret gardens across the lowlands of their minds.

How much longer before the herd awakens? Kills the authority and all the institutions, corporations of modern times, get rid of all self-serving-governments, go for a long walk and listen very carefully to what nature has to say. This would be a start, a miracle. Together we could find a way, create a world that the heavens would be proud to live within.

This world is a mess and the only way out is in. When you walk and speak from your heart the whole universe is on your side and together we could move as one with the many, and at the same time for the love for all. These are only words, no words speak the truth. They, at best, can lead you to the cliff, throw you off where you must learn to fly or perish into the unknown lands where imagination dies and truth begins. Few fly, many walk, talk and demand ends that ultimately lead away from natures plan.

I talked with an older woman, my age territory, here at the cafe. We departed holding hands and being very pleased that we connected in such a beautiful way on such a beautiful afternoon sitting in this quaint cafe feeling beautiful, young and alive. She originally comes from Ontario as i, she has been here for 30 years or more. Five for me. She was lovely to talk with about her family, my family, life and death, even a few LSD paragraphs that some how swam in to view for a reflection or two. That was my exit point. Moments in a cafe move from one scene to another. You can only catch a glimpse, really, before you must move into new light. That is the nature of moving with the flow, take it as it comes, give everything to the moment. She left me with a soft heart and an open mind. Life can be that way.

Years of Beauty

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Last Thoughts Folding and Wavering Through

Silver ribbons of inner-substance stretches across the skies from eternity to the infinite horizons on their way to the forever changing home of realities in tomorrow. Words stumble over one another and take suicide plunges from cupboards of searching souls over nights of existence. Soft silent aroma fills the rooms where death lay waiting. You want so hard to talk about your visions but time fills the air with loose meaning coming in from the storm. This world ends on the edge of a floor from a long hall of faith glued together by the breath of a few desperate spirits. In the emergence of solitude humanity walks slow with a purpose strung over its shoulder as a burden of beast. Angels whisper across roof tops down lonely avenues sweet words forgiving minds wounded in the arts and wars. There is nothing here worth absolute love, only the lonely village boy and his compassion for the forest escapes uninjured by yesteryears.
There, in the shadows a lone voice finally singles out the presence of god with a breath of pure knowing across skies of everywhere. Winds of eternity move silently as imagination blossoms, worlds scrape slices of memes through out this universe and the winds keep blowing their melodious tunes.

Mind assumes the shape of the environment it co-creates. That is a possibility.

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Writing and Images by Patrick Wey … Website

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