15 January

Well it has been aeons since we have been left alone to meditate upon a thought without the need for aid dealt solely for our inspiration to grow a further measure. But here we are, all grouped as one, but differing in views, and by ourselves we ponder on the truths which are apt to thus confuse our feeble minds, when clouded, from the view of what it is we seek to know and remember from our past.

This short life gives ample time to spend in contemplation, if one utilises every skerrick well, and dawdles not behind, by doing things one need not do. But be sure to spend this life as well as you would have another utilise your time, and waste not with idle chatter.

For soon will come again a time when returned you are to star, and long the interval again before another chance to pause and take in all around you once again in different frame, but with the pearls of wisdom you have earned of other fame.

Does this now confuse your mind, does little make much sense? Can you find a splinter of truth from which to build a castle of new fortune, a timepiece without sand? Can you now escape all thought and let vibrations send you on a journey you know well, despite the new terrain? Will you venture forth and take on all you can to train your mind to thus accept a broader vision hence, or will you look to only logic to break down the fence? This fence is all illusion. In reality, the bind is only of one’s own invention, and naught prevents the find of treasure golden as the rays of light which emanate from core.

Understand, from distant learnings, and look behind the door. Knock, and enter earnestly, be open to the stance that all is not what you’ve been taught, but rather of another realm, beautiful and so serene, far beyond the norm.