Sorta funny…..pretty sure it goes a little something like this…..

We start off close….all ten of us…….so close….packed in, warm tight…..we don’t really know we are ten……yet we know we shine ten different arrays……yet different is not different to us yet….despite ten faces, mirroring ten different arrays…..a feeling of wholeness…..togetherness is experienced….a band of-togetherness….a band of-a-brilliant bliss……..and this is all we know…….

Well…..after a spell……a restlessness builds…….the elemental spectra grow tired of the monotonous shine, the other spectra routinely display…..the constant, eternal chatter and “togetherness” of being now seems like an activity worse than death itself….after all, if this is all there is to it….why bother….why shine….let’s just all go to sleep and call it a day….if this is all there is to it……sorta like listening to golf on the radio every day for eternity…….after some long-winded inquiry…..and confusion………..things begin to “fall apart”…..

Inevitably, like clock-work….the band bursts……bouncing across the plain……ten spectra of being….of SHINE…..the band of brothers…..(you can think of it like that)…..10 aspects within a whole comprehension…..fractal-consciousness…..burst into the nether-regions of the black blanket…….

Well……over a spell…and..after a spell…….of time…..and lots of what-have-you……these TEN SPECTRA…..forget where they started…….where they were going……why they departed…..and even who or what they REAL-ly……….were……

The TEN soon begin to think they are all alone……separately they experience what cold feels like for the first time……what distance feels like…….what being lost feels like……what insecurity and vulnerability feels like……..NONE of the TEN knew any of these things before the BURST…..and now not one of the TEN know anything about themselves…………

By not knowing…..the TEN begin to seek……up, down, left right….inside, out…..where or where could it be? Wait a minute, what am I doing again? What am I trying to find? Where am I wanting to go? What am I trying to reach?……the TEN eventually question……why they are questioning in the first place…….What did I forget? Why bother? Am I all there is to this place? Is this all there is?………

Depressed and low…..the TEN feel fallen……. isolated……cold…..confused……distant……cynical….bitter……and soon their Shiny-Haloed-Crowns……begin to flicker…..and flux…..like a ghosts in a Louisiana graveyard…….in and out……….little do the TEN men realize…..that the flicker and feeling is THEIR WAKE UP CALL…..the TRUMPET…..the ALARM……….LOUDER AND LOUDER the wave and pressure builds……and softer and softer the SHINE fades……

One by one…….two by two…..which way? Left? Right? Life? Death? Good way? Bad way?……..The first Trumpet, might as well be the last…..how many more will have to suffer? Many more will have to die……don’t ask me why……won’t tell no lie….

Yeh….there’s a natural mystic blowing through the air…..if you listen closely you will hear…..This could be the first Trumpet, might as well be the LAST….many more will have to suffer, many more gone-have to die…..don’t tell no lie……there’s a natural mystic blowing through the air………if you listen carefully…..now you will hear…….

*not sure good folks realize the natural gifts of Roberto Marley…..a half-breed….exile……white folk didn’t accept his kind……black folks didn’t accept his kind…..so he made his own Kind……Irie, ire….and there you have IT……..the Kind……knows their Kind……

How do you Know the Kind? What’s your Kind?

You begin to know the Kind, when you begin to shred the yearning for time travel…..travelling back in time….into the past for who you are….for this hurt-victim or huge-hero………looking into the future for who you are……appealing to society for who you are….exploring here and there for who you are……..utilizing technologies to hunt for who WE REALLY ARE….

The Kind merely stop…….The Kind resist the yearning……and place their working mind upon the NOW….they work the NOW….they feel and work with the NOW…….not intellectually…..not unconsciously…..not driven by desire or material regard….not fueled by the fool’s fantasy for ever-lasting identity……..the lost believe they want ever-lasting life…….when really they desire ever-lasting identity……and a church is built around them….and upon them….

Bliss is knowing TOGETHER….and knowing DIFFERENT……together……and resisting not even a naught of IT…..

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