1-5-2012

Kin 117 13 Caban Moon entered Gemini at 5:44 A.M.

Wherever we go, and whoever we partner with, we leave a piece of ourselves behind. No activity we engage in, no matter the length, depth, breadth, volume, duration, disinterest and/or intensity of the involvement resides as before our unfurled interaction. An incontrovertible remnant of us remains in the environment and affiliation. In other words, we have penetrated the ether with our presence, as it does us. In more definable terms, the association is referred to as a season. “Seasons Change: people don’t” (MODE of cosmic Therapy, 1989).

The problem with a change of seasons involves our refusal to accept the climatic environmental conditions and biological exchange. We want to continue on as if the same circumstances exist unaltered. This irrefutable resistant denial produces what is known as chaos. Chaos can be a good thing if we are not trying to guide the ship of recompense. When we try to seek favor, reward, recognition, appreciation, benefit or justification for the involvement, we will ultimately come up short handed. It meant what it meant; it did what it did and that’s it. We move on and out.

If we will just remember: we are traveling on a fully equipped, ‘sustenance providing’, evolvement enhancing, mind stimulating Galactic originated Luxury Liner Cruise Ship which enables us to unfold in precise increments of afforded destiny, as our proposed soul sees fit, then, we are rendered cognizant. Cosmically, we have been suited for our precise birth, enfoldment, expanse, destination, decline and transition. Our specified life’s entire “all expense paid”  expansive travel package includes a wonderfully entertaining Cruise Director and a Inscriptively knowledgeable Sea Captain who will guide, direct and subsist us, throughout the entire, sometimes, Hair raising, journey of solicitous fare.

They always KNOW what, how, when, why and what they are doing, in regards to our life at this particular dispensation of time and space but are not releasing any of the sacredly held curative information for our speculation, interpretation and comment. Our formidable life ticket on earth was purchased by us, whether we believe, disagree, deny or dismiss the possibility, without conscious awareness, for the various different participations, interactions, associations and involvements, we had need of.

We’re all having a hell of a good time; it is immaterial whether we can recognize and appreciate the perplexing venture. Our difficulty arises, in as much, as we try to decipher our particular slots with less than half of the fundamental information needed to properly ascertain the circumstances. In other words, our eyes are severely colored, distorted, and influenced by undeveloped preferences. We want what we want, barring no holds, at the time, no matter the consequences. It’s all part of our precious ruthless soul’s curiously invigorating desire for earth experience.

You see, we are really all masters of divine essence who have simply forgotten our sacredly rich heritage. With just a little bit of our creative imagination invoked, we could easily refer to ourselves, as galactic scientists who have been placed upon earth’s soil for nothing more than cosmic experimentation. OKAY, that’s a little much, but what the hell? It’s just as good an ignorant explanation as anything else.

So what are we to do, seeing that we are a little less than satisfied with having a loss of memory of our precarious sojourn? Kick back, relax and enjoy the ride! Yes, savor the trip. Get as much out of it as is absolutely possible and feasible for our interval.

We’re all here to make some sort of difference in the galactic scheme of things. What kind of difference, I haven’t a clue. But, I do know that our interactive presence matters to the originator of the design, without which our participation, the ‘human gods in the making’ experiment would collapse. The more aware we are, the more fully imploded will be our spiritual journey.

Yes, I know there will be more than a few unexpected disappointing ports of call but what do we care? “Remember: “We’re in this world but not of it.” (Paraphrased) None of it is designed to be personal. We’re learning how to exchange the personal for the impersonal. Just observe the magnanimously purposefully injected scenery. It’s a damn good party, if I may say so, myself. Enjoy it. Make some new friends, form really creative, spontaneously pleasurable, meaningful relationships; turn away from some others.

Keep in mind, however, nothing is for certain, nothing is for sure. It’s all going to dissolve in the transitory flight through the cosmic seas. The sand on the beach is hot and the water impure but it’s a gaseous experience to be sure. Hey: did you catch that beautiful smoldering fire nestled in the peak of that last mountaintop?