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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We are the soldiers of the order drafted by the galactic dimension resting on an orbit beyond the veil of terrestrial density among infinitesimal worlds of power and wisdom. We specialize in combat against towers of institutionalized spells of human damnation. We are trained in transporting declassified and accessible elements of potent auric energy suffused with transcendental power fitted to transfigure the fields of darkness latching to the latticework of life into promises and fulfillments of eternal joy and peace.

A call to this mission is initiated at the incarnation of the animated force meaningfully thrust upon the landscape of the noble blue planet. The draft selection motivated by the triumphs of successive lives intends for many souls to awaken from the illusory and cunningly deceptive sleep of lies which dogmatizes degeneration, deterioration, and death.

Those called to the boot camp of elevation and liberation from the chains of dense matter are implanted in a simulation of destitution, frailty, and dysfunction. As the order of light has determined, the implantation serves as the arduous but fruitful test to instigate a sagacious soul to seek and use the weapon of laborious service to probing and questioning humanity, and to wear the armor of peace meant to propel the latent forces of world change and evolution. A substantial fraction of the mission demands the soldier of the order to embody the truth of priesthood which represents a living testament of love, mercy, and compassion.

In the end, we are worshipers humbly kneeling before God, exercising the spark of divinity, imaging and ordaining the resurrection of perfection, and dismantling the throne of oppression which has suppressed for eons every soul’s right to walk in the light of truth, power, healing, and love. The soldiers of the order form the army of the light. Our conquest is mercy and compassion, and our victory is your defeat of the insidious slumber induced by the system of doctrines and science which strip us of the cognition that we are the true gods and goddesses.

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A World Without Truth


Truth drives the highest world order. It belongs to all of us, yet it is an individual choice to exercise it. It is our choice to shut the door to the portal of truth, or keep it open. Patience is the denominator of the acceptance of truth. Patience is a scarce resource in the mines of planet Earth. We utilize measures of speed to establish allure, and speed, in the context of modern Earthly life, depletes the mines of patience resting in the mountains of world change. To reiterate, to unlock the truth, we require patience.

Essentially, the need for speed stems from the fear produced by the lack of truth. The plague of fear propels the power of institutions to persuade the masses to buy in to poisonous, oppressive, and deadly ideas which ensure the wicked, crazy riches of few, very few. Distorted measures of speed caused by deficiencies in patience set the expectation of the pleasure principle. Fear induces pain and pleasure negates pain. To manifest pleasure in a world without truth, we acquire the need for speed.

The plague of fear creates a bodily condition of degeneration, imperfection, and disease. The token of choice encourages the majestic co-creation of one’s personal world, even if that world is a road to hell paved with good intentions. The choice of some is to shut the door to the portal of truth which consequently invites the plague of fear. The institutions of third dimensional power attain persuasive agility through the conscious or blind choice of the masses. Without the magic potion of patience we become sitting ducks in the insidious mass hypnosis by empires of monetary profit. We are enslaved by the perception of helplessness and powerlessness.


In our degeneration, imperfection, and disease, with our acquired need for speed and the pleasure principle, we become the perfect breeding ground for fibbing institutions. Turn on the television, and be convinced of the low velocity of life. Let the fear of illness instigate the dependence on pills of medicine. Crave the food they tell you to eat. Place your money in the pockets of the rich and povertize your personal power to heal and change. To the notions of the institutions, in no instance are you a co-creator, and in all instances a victim of the darkness and sadness of life. You are repeatedly fed spoons of the garbage of victimhood, and denied the glory of priesthood.

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Open the gates of truth and patiently await that through which personal choice and power you ordain. Close your eyes to the measures of speed of terrestrial life, and place faith in the manifestations of the eternal graces from places up high. Let the surety of the promise of heaven to make this world anew replace the artificial supports of the pleasure principle, and allow strength and courage to plaster the plague of fear and shut down the institutions.

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