Sidewalk Bends

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Footsteps

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Everyone leaves there mark, no matter how faded, transparent or stained it becomes. It is not our place to decide what lives on, what is changed and what is forgotten. How we live on in other’s memories is not up for us to decide, but how we live for today is. What we do now in this moment may be wiped out in an instant by the actions or inactions of another, but that does not matter as much as what we each decide to do now.

We cannot spend our every moment worrying about how we will be perceived, or how our words or actions may be remembered or turned against us, for each must make their own mark. Some will say only time will tell when it comes to the truth, but do not be mistaken. Time erases nothing, for everything we do, everything we think and everything we speak echoes for eternity. And yet none of it matters, except for now.

Redemption is now. Forgiveness is now. Acceptance is now. Love is now. It’s all happening right now.

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August 20, 2012 at 9:53 pm

Conscious Reminders

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The spirit and soul cannot be enslaved. They cannot be contained in a box or a container. They belong to no one and yet they belong to everyone and to everything. In this life or the next, they are witnesses to our every being. They are teachers. They are blank slates. They are memories made and memories to be made. They are conscious reminders of who we are and who we are to be. They are the spark of life, and yet they are not all of life. They are connected to all that is, and yet they have never been disconnected. They are not limited by distance. They are not limited by time or by the confines of the body. They are freedom personified.

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April 18, 2012 at 5:04 am

The Tribe of One

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Martin Luther King, Jr. memorial sculptureWhen we cut men from stone and separate them from the fold, we dehumanize them and turn their life and story into caricatures. Lost is the message, for in entombing their words and their spirit, we idolize the man and the image. The road is forgotten, and what is chiseled from the rough cut is lost to time. It is dust in the wind.

The tribe of humanity is small. One person’s calling is a calling to all. One person’s cause becomes a cause for all. No individual stands alone unless it is he who separates himself. Weak is the one who sees himself weak and alone. Strong is the one who sees himself in all.

Whether a story goes unwritten or untold, it is never truly forgotten. Books shall not keep it safe, nor stone, or monument. What touches a person’s heart goes unforgotten.

We are One tribe and no cause is above another.

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August 23, 2011 at 7:13 pm

Prophecy

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flood prophecyThe idea of prophecy has captured the minds of many over the ages. From religious and ancient texts to self-proclaimed psychics and seers to seemingly miraculous personal experiences, men and women from cultures around the world have contemplated its purpose and power. From seeing, whether in the waking state or sleeping state, to feeling, physically and or emotionally, the experience and idea of prophecy has left many to question their faith, the workings of the universe and sometimes one’s very own sanity.

For many people, the future is thought to be unknowable, but bound by something we call “time.” Just out of view it serves as inspiration, and hope for something better. It serves as motivation for improving one’s current state of existence. For others, the future is thought to be knowable, but only in dribs and drabs. Sometimes dreamlike, it entices the seer. What could be the reason for having a glimpse into the future? Is it really the future that is being seen, or has all of this happened before?

Regardless of whether what is seen serves as a warning or a fanciful “what if” moment, the experience often serves as a reminder of the mysteries that surround us. When one sees what they perceive as the future, are they an observer, or do they remain an active participant in their own lives? The idea of free will comes into question and suddenly one is thrust into contemplating a future and life that has already been predetermined. If life and existence itself were predetermined, is the value of life suddenly cheapened? Is birth, death and all that comes in between simply a formality?

Perhaps the question of predetermination and free-will are more a matter of perception than practicality. For many the idea of a predetermined life is slavery draped in different clothes. For others it is the acceptance of choices made long ago, but also made in this very moment. What if every choice, and every choice resulting from that choice, and so on, for all possible choices of every creation, existed all at once? What if like the threads of a blanket, by pulling and manipulating one thread, each thread of that blanket were affected? And so in being able to understand one choice, one has the ability to understand all other choices affected by that single choice and all other choices before it.

In that breathe, perhaps the past, present and future are all the same, existing simultaneously, although for many, experienced one at a time. Like a series of dominoes in every which direction that fall and reset themselves, the past, present and future are continuously unfolding. From the view of the domino it only knows itself, and what comes immediately before and after it. When seen together, one path is realized, and sometimes more than one path is realized at a given time. Which is the present? Which is the past? Which is the future? Does it matter?

When our choices are realized, maybe it is not the order in which they are seen that matters, but rather what is learned or understood in that moment. Like an intricate dance, all of existence is being expressed, and what we choose to see is up to us. Suddenly the power of prophecy lay not in the future, but in understanding the eternal now.

Everyone’s Got a Story

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Scraped knees.
Monkey bars.
Everyone’s got a story.

Ice cream.
Waffle cone.
Everyone’s got a story.

Daydream.
Nightmares.
Everyone’s got a story.

Sleepless nights.
Early mornings.
Everyone’s got a story.

Happy smiles.
Worn frowns.
Everyone’s got a story.

Heartache.
Warm embrace.
Everyone’s got a story.

When are you going to tell yours?

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May 28, 2011 at 5:53 am

Reliving the Past

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If you reduce a circle to a single point there is no beginning or end. It’s all in the same place. This life is this life is it not? It extends in all directions (past, present, future). Do not dwell on lives long since past. Use their memories to guide you. The life is not for you alone, but for you and all whom you encounter.

It takes effort, and yet some assume when this life is over it’s all bliss or punishment depending on how we’ve lived our life. People want the quick answer and the quick way out. You have never left home. It’s been here all along. We are but drops in an ocean of understanding. Our lives are but drops in the bucket of memories of all that is.

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December 10, 2009 at 6:50 pm

Perception

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Not every dream is a vision;
Not every vision is a dream;
Not every dream is a message;
Not every message is from spirit;
Not every spirit is a guide;
Not every guide is what they seem;
and yet some speak in absolutes.

What is written has been changed;
What is spoken has been distorted;
What is seen has been covered;
What is felt has been destroyed;
What is taught has been convoluted;
and yet some speak in absolutes.

Not every memory is the past;
Not every memory is the future;
Not every memory is our own;
and yet some speak in absolutes.

Not everything is what it seems
and yet some speak in absolutes.

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November 24, 2009 at 5:07 am