The Stupid. The Ignorant. The Indifferent.

I have had so many discussions with people regarding religious preferences and spiritual belief systems, down to the core why people believe without questioning its reason; why choosing without questioning its morals. Why believing without seeing the effects it has on the objective plane; outside themselves?Even people without any religion or belief system per se end up with the same inability to be active in the creations of their lives.

How do you know it is the Right Way for you if it is the only way you have walked?

We even see the Ignorant and Indifferent; the ones who choose without care to the effect it has on the surroundings. What about that?

Have people as individuals really shattered all Mirrors that they no longer have the ability to realize their effects on the world?

We categorize people into a folder of stupidity when the inability/blindness/ignorance/selfishness is recognized; because we find them to be blind in their choices; without will power to change, or become, or create. Or filled with arrogance that "whatever is in a distance will always be in a distance and it is not connected to what I do in my life a continent away". People filled with no ambition to know, or grow - to me an ignorant settlement of not wanting more for themselves. Out of choice they don't choose which in itself is a choice [nice paradox one would think, although...] - the problem arises when it comes to the responsibility of that choice. Because people fall into folders because they want no blame.

If I make a choice but am not aware that I do; am I responsible to myself and accountable to my surroundings?

If I make a choice and am aware of making that choice; what difference arises in my responsibility and accountability?

And if there is a difference, then Why is there a difference?

Based on Morals; where is my Responsibility and Accountability? What about it all based on Society and it's Legal System? How about my Senses?

Because once I have Seen, I can not have Not Seen.

Once Unfolded and Known; it cannot be UnKnown.

Then what is the Responsibility and Accountability

if I have Seen but turn away?

I want to shake roots and Realities. Push the Awareness forcefully. I don't care what people Believe as long as they were Aware making that very Choice. It is Needed; desperately Needed to have people Understand their Choosing. That there is no one else to blame.

Wake Up.

Think.

Skye

Broken Time

I Think my Time is Broken, Wingless.

Breathless, Exhausted

Lost.

Overflown, Overwhelmed.

Forgotten.

Washed Away.

My Time is Broken and as I curl up, wrap my arms around myself, there is Nothing whole, nothing solid.. It is weeping sensations of pain; unholy corners of something I have never known. A Fear. A Restlessness. A prayer to be relieved of my Sadness. There are rays of Sun shining through the small pieces of lost causes, my Light and Purpose.. Rains bleeding like water through the glass. I have done Everything. Sacrificed in True Depth of my Totality, out of Will. I have walked away out of Loyalty to the Trust I Place in People. I have Stopped out of Trust in my Ability to Rise. I have Listened out of Love. And I have Loved, and Lost and Believed. Today, I found my Time Broken..

...and Crushed.

There are walls of Love and Dreams, ever weaving the Patterns of Possibilities.. And a River of Drowning Hope of there being any Probability any of this ever being Healed. Regrets haunt my Senses and there is No Time to say all I want to say. I am Stronger than most people I know, yet strength has No place in a Time lost and frightened. The What If's are annihilating.

I'm shattered all over my Mind, and as soon as I touch any piece to mend, it overwhelms and I bleed; it screams and I cry; It shivers and I break further. When I lay to rest, it awakes me trembling, suffocating.. Haunting words threatening to wipe out Memories I hold so dear, as if they Never happened. As if what was said and done, was done so through faces and paces and phases; of Time, and Emotion, and Intent. My Eyes are so tired of Watching my world fall apart. No safe Shores harbor any Emotion anymore - I am not Safe, anymore. No Known Waters are sustaining my roots anymore. I'm not Alive, anymore.

..Breathe, please.. Fill me with Breath and Will Power..
Life!
Resurrection of my Purpose. I Resurrect out of Love.
Time and Time again, Broken or Not..

Just not Yet.

Such an Infidelity of my Safety, my Love.
Such a Maliciousness to my Innocense.
Such a robbery of my Senses.

I am left Wingless. There is Nothing carrying a Broken Forever.

Don't Touch me in this Moment, because I can't hold the Pain of being Touched and Moved.. and Left. Don't Look at me in this Moment, because I can't stand my pain, my Reflection, my Mirror. Don't Speak to me. Don't speak words that will cause me to Rise.. and Fall..

Don't say there is Amazement in a Heart meant to be Broken.

Don't Lie.

Just Love.

Breathe

I Gather there was a point in time where I decided to Understand some things. To bring it into writing, however, isn't hard to do, but it becomes hard for others to follow at times. And for the longest time I have had to run by the lines that people can only Understand according to where they are in their Life in this Moment. Basing it on levels of Experiences, and Realizations, since we can only uphold so much. It is still within the frames of Perception. Even only this, can seem weird to the next person.

Then to ask myself, what I really want with my writings. Where do I want to go? What do I want with my words? With my Touch? With my Questioning Nature? What is my Goal, and can I explain it without being hypocritical in my explainations? Or contradictory to my own words? It's not easy being feeling Unlimited yet live as a Limited Individual because we are Humans and as Humans, we are limited, with Limited words, Limited ways of Communication, Limited Lives. To bring in and actually understand the 5th and following Dimensions, we will fry the Brain.. Yet I want to go There. See it and Taste it and.. Understand it. The Hunger for Knowing is devouring me at times. Driving me, pushing and probing. Unfolding me.Not easy to believe in an Unlimited World and try to Reach it, and somewhere in the Soul Feel Unlimited, yet every Morning cram ones self into a body, like a rock of stale, stagnated fragments. Slow moving vibrations.. Small space, and lower spin.

Some people say I'm Complicated. So I Look at that and find definitions for it in myself so I can see where I go Complicated.. Look at it from their point of view. What is Simple for me, may not be that Simple. We all know Perception is Everything. Some people say that I see things in black and white; others that I Layer much. Some people believe I'm bright, others pat my head not Understanding me at all.

Others just Love me for Me.. Unconditionally.. And in my Changing self, I Listen.. and Contemplate. It's not that what other people think of me becomes what I Am because No one defines me but me. Instead it applies to the list of How To Listen, to find a greater Awareness of Self from different Angles.

To always be Mindful of Moments To Find Me in my own words.

To Breathe
To Live

Skye

Free to Create

I have seen Mornings awaken in Greens, and Purples and Pink like Star Clusters falling from Space to break the Light nuances of Everyday Life.. Enhancing the experience of Breath. Life can be Beautiful. And there is a goal to reach that Allows us to feel worthy of such a Beauty. That goal, is inside despite others. Finding it. Breathing is. Living it.

Take it all in. Let all else go.

With birds singing, and a tingling body knowing that I am Invincible. No one can break me unless I have a need or want to be broken. Neurons firing, Re-wiring.. There is no need.
No Guilt.
Electrifying the Change of Patterns and Thoughts.

Believing in my Ability to Create Hope..

Reality seems even more Real, because it is less Real to me than yours; seems more Truthful because it is True to my Own Being; seems more Deep because it is my Depth that is measured.. Relative measurement to a medium of Depths through my Life Experiences; How deep have I drowned before? That's how deep I know I can come. I choose to not go Deeper.
How high up can I fly? Must try Higher than before. Up. Up.

Again I Stand up!

For I choose to not be Blinded.
Passing the pretenses,
the fake senses,
the periphery of parameters of People
and Life
and the Illusions we wrap ourselves in.

Variables becoming Limitations.
Individualism cannot breathe in isles of copied boxes

I Bathed like angels do
in Purity of my Intentions
in Innocense of my Actions
in Accountability of my Responsibility

Re-Built Wings with Love and Acceptance..
I choose to Love more.

I have seen roads end and new ones built; patterns of opportunities, possibilities, probabilities cornering the foundation of such a Journey.

Breaths bridging.
Respect bridging.

Compassion illuminating corners,
and dead spots,
and dark lots.

Awake smiling
..humming..
..Realizing..

My world IS as Free as I can Create it to be. As is yours for you.
And I choose to be Free to Create. What do you choose?

Skye