If you wish to get an audience with the King, you have to go to the forest. The king may appear and he may not, but your chances will be better there. Don’t just sit around on a log or bench, you must actively seek, without knowing it. Be an innocent fool, treading the path one foot in front of the other is the way to his castle. A whisper calls out from between trees, it says ” down the path a bit and to the left.” Use your body to climb hills and look under rocks. Set off the trail and into the brush sometimes, smell the pines and swamp, pick up his scent. He is there, in his last stronghold, still protected from you and the world. What you don’t know is that he has been watching you since before you entered, but could never reach you, too many distractions, too little distinctions, not enough wildness anymore. But now you are here in his kingdom again, where the wild things are. Where we all belong sometimes. You have a chance to meet with the light and dark of nature and for it to lower the drawbridge to your castle. Will you recognize it, will you enter, will you take back with you what is offered, will you ask the right compassionate question, or will you leave it to continue to rot. Do you and have you ever understood that this choice was always within your soul and body. I think not, because we have not been taught this, the initiators have all disappeared or were killed. Imagine trying to understand how to read without someone teaching you what letters are and how to put them together to make words, then sentences, then paragraphs and so on. It would be an extremely difficult task.
Finding the king, nay even understanding the need to find him is so much harder and elusive. It would be impossible probably except for that little tiny spark within us that is always attracted to the king. Somehow like a magnet fragment it is always attracted to source. This is what I thank God or the universe, nature and the king for. We have, all of us a chance to find the king and our kingdom within.
100’s and thousands of years ago it was easier to allow this little lodestone inside us to lead us to the sacred spring, interference was almost non-existent. Each day we were bathed in light and dark, wetness and dryness, trees and plains. In this natural setting our little compass of gold was easily able to attract us to where the king resided and audiences were abundant and balanced. Then the false light came and destroyed true darkness with each passing century and decade until now the holy night light of stars, moons and planets is barely visible. Balance and distinctiveness were destroyed by the new power of false light and artificiality. Our machines and gadgets all now radiate their own destructive energy fields, drowning out our own natural field and disrupting the compass inside(us).
We lost the ability to find the king and the sacred spring and instead decided that boxes, squares and rectangles were more important. Instead of seeing a wild animal or resting next to a stream under the shade of an Oak tree, we could just read about it in a story. Instead of being entertained by a play or story teller, feeling their emotions resonate inside us and their sounds reverberate in our core, we could just change the channel and watch something else.
Instead of going within a space not defined by any borders but still existing in it’s very own dimension to solve problems, contemplate existence and develop knowledge, we now just outsource it to a tiny rectangle “god” box in our pocket. These boxes have not murdered the King/Queen, as long as we are still human that is impossible, however these boxes have put them to sleep. They cannot be woken up, if we continue down this path.
A serious disruption needs to occur in our methods of living, a return to kingly or queenly is paramount. To throw out these boxes would be wrong as well, that would be like throwing out a perfectly good pair of pliers, or a good hammer. We just have to remember what these boxes are for and that they serve us. Again distinctiveness needs to be called into action here. The understanding that a hammer is simply a hammer is what makes the relationship between human and tool work so well. We all know what a hammer is for and how to use it. Therefore we use the tool well. What we don’t do is exalt the tool beyond what it is, start using it to open doors, pick up things, paint with it or spin it on the floor between yes and no buttons to make a decision for us. We don’t make it a demigod and work toward making a super hammer that would replace us because were fascinated by the fact that we might be able to.
Greatness is hardwork, building is hardwork and the “hard” in work is what makes us better, stronger, smarter more creative and most importantly, fulfilled. It’s a cliche for a reason, the journey is more important than the destination. A destination is only a small reward for finishing the task of adventure. Like an orgasm, it’s great for those moments but would be awful all the time.
The act of making love or anything else for that matter is what creates the distinction between hardwork and fulfillment. The movement and the resting, the inhalation and the exhalation, dark and the light. The distinction between the opposites is why we appreciate it all. We know and understand the difference between the two.
This ability is being programmed out of us and boundaries within us are being crossed and lost. We are human not machines. Machines are tools that we developed to help us perform our task better, OUR TASKS. All tools/machines are just extensions of ourselves. Pliers are a stronger version of our hands and fingers. A ladder, gives us longer legs. A pen and pad of paper helps us organize and remember things better. A blender chews our food faster and more prolifically. A sword makes our arm more deadly and our reach longer. A bow and arrow even more, a gun even more so again.
They’re all extensions of ourselves. They come from us and should serve us. This understanding is disappearing and so is the boundary between humans and tool. Some are even consciously seeking a merging with the tool. There is no word that exists that describes how wrong this is because it was never supposed to happen. The king within would never have allowed the word to be created for fear it would lead to the
NOWO[L]RD….
Tragically the king was poisoned by something and has passed out. While he is unconscious, impotent third son John Lacklands took over the throne and are preventing him or her from waking.
This is where the forest reappears in our quest. It is one of the very last ways to reconnect with this source and rekindle our spiritual greatness. It is set apart from the modern world which we live in, and go to work in. This allows us to separate ourselves from artificiality and stand in natural reality again.
Our body and spirit will recognize this distinction and revive us, or at the very least open our eyes again, so that we can see our direction again. If some want it bad enough and are a good enough fool, then you may even get that audience in the kings chamber, of your inner self and then you will be on the road to greatness again.
YOU HAVE THE POWER INSIDE, NOW GO FIND IT
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