Just as Perceval left the forest in search of the Grail he knew little about, there are new adventures at hand for you and for me that we can’t at this time perceive… new worlds to embrace and old ones to conquer. But it’s all for naught if you never enter the world. I have done my best to teach and guide you… to keep you on the road to the secret knowledge which reveals itself at a moments notice never to return again.
So my final advise on this day of reckoning is to breath deep and fly the middle way through the Southern Cross as you touch the Aurora. Beware of flying too close to the sun, as well as deep oceans, and keep firm in the face of adversity. For it is the man that never speaks out who walks about as though he were already in the grave.
Copyright- JC 2020-9
It is an interesting biological fact that all of us have in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and, therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears. We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea – whether it is to sail or to watch it – we are going back from whence we came… John F. Kennedy Continue reading Echoes From The Eye Of The Storm
My mind sets sail on calm oceans to cross the hemisphere
where stories are kept and told in quarter tones to the wind. Continue reading Hemisphere
All parts away for the progress of souls;
All religion, all solid things, arts, governments, all
that was or is apparent upon this globe or any globe,
falls into niches and corners before the procession of
Souls along the grand roads of the universe.
-Walt Whitman, Song of the Open Road, Public Domain.
After the seventh sojourn, I see the unborn soul glide through the universe on its way to birth in the tangible realm. Its mannerisms, shadows, Continue reading Consider… The Soul, Vol.1
Letters travel across a blue ocean
Ascending toward the zenith
Fluidity gives meaning between words
A continuous song from the misty sea
In between the meaning is heaven’s gate
Where Andromeda keeps her watch
I hear a blackbird sing upon arrival
A hawk glides overhead, it knows your name
Words have a way of telling more than we know
The ocean doesn’t seem so wide tonight.
For Little Bird
Hold on to the thread
The currents will shift
Glide me towards
You know something’s left
And we’re all allowed
To dream of the next,
Oh the next time we touch -Pearl Jam, Oceans Continue reading Oceans (in 5 Acts)
“If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, Infinite“ -William Blake
Indeed where would life be without the antagonist…the Trickster? You know, the one who trips up our plans only to behold life’s victories disguised in its darkness? I guess we all have a bit of the lost boys in us as we ponder our inward travels on the night sea. For the path is truly like that of the ocean and her currents, waves, and storms as lightning taking thunder by the hand provides a hint in real time to an impending disaster or so we think. But it is only through Continue reading The Trickster
The tides are in our veins, we still mirror the stars, life is your child, but there is in me… Older and harder than life and more impartial, the eye that watched before there was an ocean. -Robinson Jeffers