The Alien Soul

The ceremonious force which mobilizes the emergence of the old soul on planet Earth unveils an early life of such acute humility so as to render, in this world of materialism, the old soul’s life insignificant and purposeless. The cultural, economic, and sociopolitical roots of this soul nearly or entirely crawl on the dirt of oppression and injustice. In the game, on the world’s stage, the unsuspecting soul is fatefully engaged in tests of spiritual endurance as events and experiences of every day life impose the tragedy of psychosocial and emotional turmoil. The truth of the matter is that the seed of transformation and the light of evolution are invoked in the old soul by the profundity of jagged and crooked affairs of third dimensional life. The truth of the matter is that today the call is made to this soul in the face of misunderstanding by a world which temporarily slumbers in the posture of survival.

The alien face with the alien language is the old soul appointed to convey the message of love, wisdom, and justice. Measures of worth defined by fame, beauty, and economic power are trampled by the evolutionary precepts delivered by the hands of mankind’s old souls flying on vessels of ethereal light. That alien soul with those words of might resides in the least likely of places, labors in the most humble of places, speaks and acts in disregarded fashion, yet, carries the torch which illuminates the journey and alleviates the heartache of all mankind. That alien soul, old soul, lives in the mystery of undefined measures of worth and invokes the greatest hidden treasures rightfully belonging to each and every one.

On the day the old soul arrived to a place society calls archaic and trite, the alien winds from galaxies unknown blew divine force and love, not to the glorious cities of modernity that glitter like gold, but to the dilapidated villages of unincorporated towns with unrecognizable names and faces. To this place did the reward of truth and freedom impress the awakened soul with the scepter of spiritual power and the crown of promise of a perfect world order.


For Those Who Have Eyes

A triumphant heart touches the sky mesmerized by the angelic waves of monumental change. Truth is spoken by the soul of little acclaim. Pursue the inspiration of higher light softly raining on the fields of evolution. Know with absolute certainty that you, of no particular status with no worldly glamour or fame, are handed the scepter of ascension. Climb the ladder of love and fly among the mysteries of truth which spread their wings as a gesture of revelation to the new seed of existence born in your soul.

Seek within, not without, for it is you, no one else, nothing else, which is called to embark on the journey of transformation. Erase the false images of power, glory, and beauty swallowed and monopolized by the density of third dimensional institutions which propagate lies of deterioration, disease, and victimhood. The design purposely implanted the majesty of your eternal soul in this earthly incarnation proudly partaking in the poverty of hidden names, hearts, and faces.

Follow in the footsteps of what glitters least, speaks the quietest, appears most foreign, and is seated at the lowest seat. Be certain that this existence, your existence, shines the mightiest in the darkness of cities and towers slowly crumbling under the pressure of the wisdom and justice of dimensions undetectable to hearts trapped in the pit of third-eye blindness.

A Reflection of the Jedi

I celebrate life down a quiet path. The multitudes are not yet there but faith tells me one day they will all arrive. As I leave behind more and more of the familiar comforts of modern life the journey becomes quieter and quieter. I shall not surrender to an illusory sense of loneliness in my awareness that the absence of divine love is an absolute impossibility. There is no such thing as space or solidity. We float in this universe through the frequency of the higher realms and convince ourselves we are grounded to Earth. I very often find myself with the peculiar sensation I am standing on thin, fragile glass and can fall through at any moment.

I have made myself believe I walk the earth and stand vertically forgetting to realize I am flying and moving in many directions, at different angles, at all times. In this dimension, the multitudes find less cause for celebration because it excludes the props necessary for immediate friendship or companionship, at least the physical kind. I have extricated myself from a world of instantaneity and met a world which delights in the virtue of patience. We cannot see or hear what we are not prepared to see or hear, and we cannot say or do what others are not yet ready to hear or see.

Each must unfold at his or her pace and journey at his or her time.

A short time ago, some time after my birth, I was invited on my current journey and was implanted with spectacular experiences which I would later recall as messages from a different dimension. The message was a call to awakening. I awakened to a world where the God I was told all my life is perfect, eternal, powerful, and all-loving is fulfilling this promise to each one of us who seeks and asks. I have relinquished self-punishment, unworthiness, degeneration, and deterioration offered by a God presented to me by well-meaning religious sects, academic institutions, scientific communities, governmental agencies, and parents or parental figures.

If I have taken one lesson with me, if I have, with all my heart, accepted one single lesson from all the well-meaning establishments, it is that I have been created in the image of the perfect, eternal, powerful, and all-loving God. I take my stand in masterhood and faithfully know I follow others on the same journey and will be followed by others desiring this journey. It is not just a movie, it is the truth. The Force is with us.

The Assignment

The path is on the street. Seek the avenues, walk the sidewalks, and enter the dwelling of the seeker. Our work is among the throngs, amidst the noise, near the heartbreak. We come out of the valley of isolation and follow city lights. There, among the crowds, in our healing robes, does the real work begin. With the armor of mercy and compassion do we extinguish the forces of hate and evil. On this plane of evolution we no longer hide in the mountains of silence, but we speedily hike down to the maze of city life and mitigate the darkness with light. On this plane of evolution, we do not preach sermons, but labor in the fields of faith, stand by the weary and the tired, hold hands with every brother and sister from every nation, of every tongue, and love our enemy. Today we are called to serve in the chaos of broken dreams and deceptive institutions, and bravely face that, at times, we may walk alone, but never far away from those who need us most.

The Excavator


There is an eternal spring of multi-dimensional inspiration from which the labor of love manifests works of transformation in the events transpiring on the stage of each soul’s life. This eternal spring dwells in the heart of every man, and, though it may lay dormant, it is the entitlement of each and every incarnation. Your gift of empowerment is the freedom to choose. You possess the key to co-create the majesty of this life, and partake in the love and uplifting reward of creation.

Do not despair that the call made belongs to the glory of wealth, fame, and beauty.  On the contrary, take the trophy of assurance and acknowledge the life of meek appearances which has unsuspectingly excavated the mines of golden truth, eternal love, and certain victory. Acquiesce to a life which at almost every turn beneficently downplays the temptation to shine with the glitter of recognition, status, and worldly power. This glittering, long-standing building is now condemned by the redemption of a resurrected age of ancient revelations. Your earned treasure awaits you in a kingdom of unspoken wonder where with expected purpose each one of us claims a divine inheritance. Dust away the speckles of illusion from the treasure chest, willfully open the lid of promise and truth, and joyfully share the unending stream of highest evolution.

The oppressed life, the tired work, the imprisoned heart, and the solemn eyes exclaim the triumph of a new world order.  From the treachery of worldly life emerges an awakened light more translucent than the established dogmas of governing nations and societal institutions. The blinded powers of unshakable rule overlook the life of guarded knowledge and love which rises from the soil of toil. In the least likely of places, from the least likely of nations, with the least likely of faces speak the souls with words of light dismantling the architecture of a world gone-by and engineering the vessels of ethereal flight.


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The Ordinary Tribesman


Beseech the agencies of love standing tall along the roadways of weary travel. Drive the vehicle of unstoppable fortitude to the remote mountains and valleys which guard the treasures programmed to invoke the order of promise. Visit the tribes of mystic power which paint the design of transformation with dyes from long forgotten cities on faces with an eye open to a land of spirit fire. Strip the costume of worldly acclamation, remove the mask of material elitism, and dress in the uniform of equality. Bow down to the most ordinary tribesman of modern day life.

You have answered the summon of profound awakening, and emerged from the tomb of finite existence. You transcend the illusory solidity of a limited dimension and penetrate the networks of institutions, some of which impose the lies of deterioration and oppress the urge of life which ceaselessly fights to trigger the eternal chains of love interlinked to the sacred ground on which we stand.

You swim in wells of purity, carry the torch of brotherhood and light the path for all mankind, all animalkind. You scatter the golden dust of peace and offer mercy in the face of hate and evil. Your heart is a neverending stream of goodness which feeds the crops of human endeavor and transmutes the mangled pathway of every tired soul. Your luggage transports the light of wisdom and the might of power and knowledge which is freely given to the seeking, asking soul.


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A Journey to Riches


The journey is lived in the work we do. We kneel before the duties life presents us. We rest our mind on the beauty of forces unseen. We do not despair over the dull angles and corners of ordinary life. We drink from a well of inspiration to nourish the demands of a life which seems less than ordinary. Never do we dismay over a life other than our own which may seem greater and grander than ours. We have finally and deservedly acquired the lesson of divine gratitude for a life which toils on the avenues of secondhand possessions. In this place of creaky doors, rusted pipes, hardened seats, and intricate cobwebs have we discovered the glory of riches far removed from the gluttony of world power and the strife of war against our neighbor.

We see with eyes of light how the punches and stabs of life have pushed us to a place visited by few, yet a place profoundly, even if unconsciously, coveted by all. We now behold the realization that the arduous test of broken dreams which sliced our heart opened the invitation to travel on the express of transformation and remuneration. We have awakened from the desolate sleep which pulled us deep into the planes of Earthly life, and extricated us from our inherent right to truth and love.

In the fashion of perfect world order, every element and every heart answers the highest call to align the victory of this incarnation with the eternal glory of the ancient spirit which unfolds and manifests the triumph of peace, joy, and wisdom.

In every task of daily life exacting the force of every muscle and thought do we rejoice in the assurance of a reward of paradise emanating from a dimension far above the castles and fame snatched by too few for too long. A hand of mercy and power is held out to the soul awakened by the light of love, and quickly does the door slam in the face of usurpers of power and fabricators of lies. The crown of illumination has found a place on the head of the soul faithfully and joyfully serving the machine of typical and ordinary experience knowing full well that God has bestowed his and her heart with the power of love and the promise of masterhood.

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