Soul capture: lives on the balance

Dearest odyssians,

This lithe limber corpse my soul has been dragging aro u nd for 30 plus years is causing me aggrevating amounts of strife; read physical and emotional.
Yes, odie and I fully understand the repercussions/universal implications of not being trapped here, in these limited dimensions, with physical form. Yet most days we wish we could bend the very constructs of our universal time space continuum: fair players rewarded, aggressors smote by apocolypse movie grade thunder earthquake wind fire and flood- blood on no hands. The kind (never deemed meek) never run over roughshod, bullies brow beaten by their own cowardice. True love requited. Falsitudes crushed under the pinions of Truth. In total : A righteous rebellion of light serving as effective astringent…against all forms of lurking darkness.
These things shall never come to pass. For all goodness to exist minus its foes does not balance make. Nor can any good deed go unpunished. our reality is our necessity.
Therefore-let it be known, despite the depressing undertone of this post, I hope to keep this beautiful waifish corpse of mine to gird my pure energy soul for many more earth’s turns round our brilliant burning sun. I wish To surf the waves of the matrix and best avoid the sharks, pits, and prat falls that the oceans require to flow. Odie agrees to join me over each undulation.
O and om

amazing nature landscapes: two reflection sunsets (revealing layers of truth)

dearest odyssians,

earlier i wrote that sometimes we can only know ourselves by asking others who we are. after all,  it is through others eyes that our place in the world is staged. not determined, albeit, but staged. it is in an outsider environment that our delusions, whatever they may be, can be mitigated by society’s and loved ones reality.  i spoke with cam about a natural human desire to create what i dubbed “accurate impact”. approriate legacy. accurate history. despite respect.  Accurate impact is about attaining a proper self (in the now, future, future perfect) in an ever changing world where human perspectives  and recollection/historical records are as skewed as the topmost layer of ocean on a stormy day. reminding ourselves that our own self images can be even more skewed if allowed to run rampant without refrain.

Today im throwing that all away and saying that only we can know ourselves. whatever history dictates for us is irrelevant.

go beyond those layers that weve added as an existential buffer to the other layers weve all built atop  layers weve skillfully fastened upon a mysterious mountain like number of secret extra layers created to beguile all earthly witnesses – lets call these profound layers “Personality”.  now go beyond the next set of layers that are almost as much emotional as physical in their existence, almost as much reality as untouchable soul… lets call these layers “the subconscious”

now go beyond the next layers you find. those best described as a soft underbelly of pale pink flesh so slight, so minimal in existence that no one has ever seen or will ever see them. so remote and hidden that no one has ever spoken of them before. these layers are so thin the very pulse of our thoughts as they form in our bodies are visible through them. we cannot name these layers for they are so faint they could never be seen by the aided human eye.

now go even further. beyond one last layer – beyond the most succulent point of our visceral coverings. a final hidden, never before seen layer that only exists in the very breath of others that have passed in another dimension- the final layer that protects the most vulnerable parts of ourselves  – and you will find a place we ourselves are scared to talk about.

this is where our truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth lies. a truth that perhaps we can hardly handle for the knowing of it.

vulnerable. exposed. real. raw. open. pure.

this is who we are.

beyond layers as thin as cloud, your inner truth lies

only god is able to reach inside that point and scoop out what is contained there beyond all other layers . to hold it in his hands at once. to weigh it/ us against all other things. and against the very truth itself.

and only we are privileged to know what lies within us while still mortal. we are not able to weigh it. we are just able to feel it is there.

i had to ask myself today:

whens the last time you peeled back all of those protective layers.  and examined your real self. in the comfort and quiet of your own thoughts. without distraction. or hope of a different reality.

who was it that you found there?

is that true self allowed to live freely in society?

is that true self the one you allow to wake and fulfill the day?

if not, how can you bring your true self to the forefront?

should you?

*of course odie has never had to ask or answer these questions. but i have.


O and OM