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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