The Dark Cycle

No matter the charging force of the spirit or of the mind, The Great Let Down begins and the Dark Cycle is entered without flaw, and without failure in its consistent and certain way it comes and goes.  As the years begin to pile into heaps of years, so has the number of times an attempt has been made to discredit and disarm the victors of the Dark Cycle also been heaped.  But, what is this Great and seemingly horrible sphere or lumping of a certain measure of time giving purpose to or for?…[TAK] It can be difficult to witness the purpose of an apparent enemy from their/its perspective when there is a great effort to fight them/it.  There is a lot of fighting these days in and out of the self.

 

The Spin

Upon the needles of life I stitch my story into the fabric of the infinite.  Understanding Master of Self has been churning heavy in the foundry of my being.  What does it mean?  How do I maintain consciousness for such a thing?  It’s so easy to roll upon the sword of blame.  I hear it everywhere.  I see it and I feel it and my stomach begins to ache.  Look at the self and begin to peel back the relevance of truth and by no small measure begin there to dismantle the framework of the Static Self.  To encourage mastery without discipline is only to entertain mastery.  I can reason now an understanding for poison and how it is swift to corrupt, but it is without it’s own understanding.  It is not a thing that means to corrupt neither does it mean to be anything other than what it is inherently.

My mind is rooting into the heavy studies for which I have enlisted myself in this life.  After great work through the fog of learning the clarity comes in slow but sure measure.  Let me go now, then.  Let these bones rust and let my soul rust, too.  The long walk calls my name.

The Short Run

Just as quickly as can be done, the time for my Short Run tour with Maddie Alpert has approached to within an inch of a moment away.  As for the rest, the time invested in practice will undoubtedly become aware.  There is, however, something special that occurs when we play consecutive shows and encounter the platform of our efforts.  Often, we rise above what our understanding is for how far we’ve come, and how far we’ve made it becomes a new mystery of achievement.  That relentless wave of ever increasing authority over the perspective of the time that is passing and the undeniable end that is surely coming for us all suggests we need to begin at once to become who we wish to be.  It is not for another to be our master, but for us to master ourselves.  Measure well against your time, then, and be at each closing closer in measurement.  Not for the attainment of material, but of the self.  Nothing [material], here, is the only thing you own, anyhow. The purpose of the material is to seek it for a cause with a material-less purpose.  To become a builder, you must acquire tools and a knowledge to utilize these tools, but the mind of the creation is free to pull from the space of your imagination.  We [you and I and the majority] are further away from purposeful attainment and as a result, the quicksand approach to acquisition is engaged for no other purpose than to occupy the dwelling of within.  Dig holes – fill holes – dig holes to fill other holes.  Charge, then, ourselves with the duty of goodly and deep purpose for the engagement with the journey still to come.

Memory

It is that it came to pass.  One year is nothing in terms of long time, but it is something in terms of spacial clustering of thoughts and memories.  I was on the stage for Black Box understanding ever more the corrupt details that the ‘passage of time’ exhibits on our streams of reality, and my thinking was a simply following:  It was that what my experience was was a memory.  Something I was re-living for the first time again.  Ha!  I love the way words can work meanings of multiple texture.  Anyhow, it came and went as it has become expected that such an event would come and go.

Here now as the Earth begins to rust – I begin to trust that there are no directions taken that lead out of here.

Here now as the paths I could have taken are tree strewn and boulder toppled – I grow fond of the certainty of the circle.

Here now I am grateful for the humility which has bore deeply inward and painfully so – and I’m happy to have had my mind forged as it has been for I am happier still with who I am becoming.

I am only a memory of myself and any person I will become will only become the same person as was that coming before himself.

Links

Each gift has two sides.  Yes, even a three dimensional gift you turkey.  I’m becoming aware of the paradoxes within our construction of emotions.  We can see that Love is a gift.  Happiness is a gift. Light is gift.  Why do we struggle then to see that Hate is also a gift?  Sadness is a gift?  Darkness is a gift?  Humans are tortured in abundance and perhaps for the cause of good balance.  Balance isn’t a measure of zero as much as it is a measure of equal pull.  Equal forces in an apparent opposition, but often the weight upon the fulcrum becomes much.  A man or a woman is not a better man or woman for living a life without hate.  Hate cannot be removed from love.  It can go unspoken, unthought of, out shined, but it cannot be removed.  The misunderstanding of this creates the very thing itself that we are trying not to create.  The path you avoid cannot change the dimension of the path you are on. The depth of this that you are always on the path you are on and no amount of thought deception can change the root of those steps stamped in time.  This great difficultly in becoming small and disconnected has grown from a thought into a mountain.  The fear machine has adapted itself into our truest forms of being and expression.  We are not driven to do great things because they are the things we are doing without the knowledge of them being great things; we are driven to do great things because they are the things that achieve status and higher values on the comparison charts with our fellow journeyers.  It is less of a wonder then that when we hear the cries of Love we watch this great current of Hate flow out through the holes.  Great things remain to be done by those who are not attempting to do great things.  This should be the cause of creation.  To do because it is what is within us to do and not what is within the outside to give for it’s reason beyond the foundation of what is truly needed.  It is impossible to achieve an imbalance, then, when we own and recognize our fulcrum as ourselves and know that we bear all of the weight on both sides of our decisions regardless of their projected spacial orientation.

The Adelphos

Here we are and here we go; this is a constant.  It is difficult to resist the nature of time, but once learned, it is much to the ease to influence the course by which we go.  Everything will always come to pass, but what comes to pass is a brilliant gift that we have all been gifted with.  *The march toward the new Black Box Music Performance has arrived and with the shoulders of many learned and skilled talents, I am eager to reveal it’s grand self even to my own source.  On October 7th, we will climb into the black box stages and act as a single body of committed result for the purposes of art, musicianship, friendship, awareness, and as the list goes on ad infinitum for the good of being human.  So here we are and here we go.  *This black box is a work that surrounds and embodies the Static Man and the Prophets Disease concept album.  This album, although thick with old songs underlying its core stands as it’s own word, and is a heavy-minded journey of accountability, duty to self, and resolve for creating the life we want.  We create the thoughts that create the life we lean into either by knowing and creating, or by unknowing and creating.  *Our outcome must first be imagined.  Cheers.