Jonathan Livingston Seagull

“They are saying in the Flock that if you are not the Son of the Great Gull Himself”, Fletcher told Jonathan one morning after Advanced Speed Practice, “then you are a thousand years ahead of your time.”
Jonathan sighed. The price of being misunderstood he thought. They call you devil or they call you god. “What do you think, Fletch? Are we ahead of our time?”
A long silence, “Well, this kind of flying has always been here to be learned by anyone who wanted to discover it; that’s got nothing to do with time. We’re ahead of the fashion, maybe. Ahead of the way that most gulls fly.”“That’s something,” Jonathan said, rolling to glide inverted for a while. “That’s not half as bad as being ahead of our time”.
Richard Bach
Jonathan Livingston Seagull

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Tuesday, November 9, 2010

True Being

Traversing the divine matrix,
You ride the waves of eternity.

You dissolve into the universe,
As the waveforms expand,
And the particles dissipate.

There is a resonance now,
Vibrating, energetic perfection,
Alive to infinite possibilities,
The power to transmute matter,
The power to transform pain,
The power to heal.

This is beyond reality,
This is the Absolute.

Step back again,
Do nothing
Be nothing,
But Be everything.

This is you Being at your core,
A Being of light,
Of energy, 
Of waveforms,
Of Vibration.

Where there is no separation,
From All that Is.

You have transcended the illusions,
And you are alive to eternal, infinite possibility.

Connect the points in space,
Connect the points in time,
Feel the perfection,
Which is gnosis.

The perfection of your body is rekindled,
It can be done,
it will be done.

It is.

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