Oh how the mist of fog over the sea waters forge mystifying traits to be deliberated.
Rarely does the wave action cease. The water is full of force. Light shimmers through the open air onto the salted sea.
I often wanted to disappear into the Cosmos in the 20s of life. Indeed on at least one occasion of several to Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia, I gazed up into the clear view of the stars, along the coast high on a hill, with Geoff.
I blurted out loudly. ‘Come get me, COME GET ME. Take me home now’.
As I walk the edges a half century passing, in the white sand along the Gulf of Mexico, I say, ‘peace, worldly peace be on us.’
There are those living spiritualists amongst us, speaking with some authority, “evil” has transcended into darkness of souls on earth, and spirits leading the mass of innocents to disaster is more intensely present now.
It is in this nature one communicates best.
Consider the ducks. They walk, wade, flap wings in the air. Ducks dive, quack, sleep and nest with decayed wood debris and their own down feathers.
Content-ness is living conflict free. Of course in the course of their days they the ducks need to be vigilant in a 24 hour cycle against those that prey upon them.
So too with humanly, earthbound activity there are the constant predators of hateful acts. Communication often becomes meaningless and worthless among the species. Listen to America.
Understanding
A half century separates our ages of birth. I did not understand our Grandmother in 1973. She would not speak to the neighbors. I then thought her speechlessness was a grudge being held against others.
Today, my age close at hand to the age she was in that summer of ’73, She suffered much mental anguish. It was a time nearing three decades from the loss of our never known grandfather, her husband. His life was squelched as a consequence of a good soul misplaced in the trenches of 1918 France.
I understand her silence of yesteryear now.
Waves roll along
Waves roll along. Waves speak a language we hear, yet may not translate. Rhythmically they talk, sometimes yell, often roar. In certain times I listen and hear the sea scream!
The earth’s seas are as old as 4,000 million years.
There are messages to retrieve from within their truthful melodies. The timelessness and authentic stories are distributed to the human ears, willing to listen. Stories point to realms dismissive of egos.
Many humans believe they, the person/people are the sole purveyors of form and disorder.
Organized about false thoughts, hierarchies or universality, it however is the sea that dominates the material narrative from the fake perceptions of men/women.
Look upon the distant horizon
Does not the entire horizontal horizon stretched, stretching from left to right and right to left have infinite properties?
Does not the same line suggests the planet rest on a flat surface within a blue skied dome?
Does not the shoreline, receive the wave, reciprocating with a soft landing zone?
Do the ducks and the dunes cohabitate with the shore?
Are we inhabitants of sacredness infilled with deep healing and restoration from purifying saltwater? (As I write this sentence I am sprinkled with a blessing of a splashing wave, 20 feet away, affirming my question.)
The sea, has, is now, and shall ever more outlast each individual human voice for all time as long as time exist. It is true a re-embodied soul may experience the same from lifetime to lifetime, yet its voice will never match earth’s constant speech.
Human speech in our current decade is autocratic, dictatorial, fascistic. The eternal voices of Lucifer & Ahriman work in step with this world in the environs of #FelonFürher and their entourage of demons attached to lost & sad souls.
They penetrate & decimate the promised space of peace and harmony .
Often accompanying the sounds of the sea is the spirit of the wind. As we breathe in as we breathe out, we reunite with lightness, an unseen entity. We are protected, embraced, included in this notion of love that not only comes from above but beyond. Also it springs from behind, under, over … from this moment to an unrecognized eternity.
We the creatures of the Creator, filled with thought from ancient wisdom, offering to our offspring an advance of the knowledge bequest to us. We are in union with one and the same Spirit. The Creator’s intention is unchangeable, which is pure infinite love, which negates all errors, including acts of deceitful, useless hate.
Mankind although with the power to be informed by this love, relies on perceptions of learned ignorance thus follows the tried and true playbook of the intimidation & greed & hate, unfortunately.
The sea may sing, the wind may sway, the sand may sift and shift, however the trees are being tormented, full of tears. Cut from their roots, unwisely and vindictively, by #FelonFürher.
Stating the obvious is redundant. Let’s do it anyway
From the coastline looking seaside, on a clear day, with the sun in the air, there is a glimmering shimmy as seawater reaches peak height. Occupying a surface layer of sand, shallow water along the shore people express themselves.
As the Hollow Cove musicians sing in verse 2 of the song ‘Coastline’:
“And there's a place that I've dreamed of
Where I can free my mind
I hear the sounds of the season
And lose all sense of time.”
The trouble is the corporations have decided they own the property, the sand, the water, not to mention the skies too. If you do not, own it, you cannot stay within their world.
The corporation believe, it, the corporation is ‘a person’.
Land ownership property rights is beyond absurd. One need not be a person of a law practice to know common sense dictates corporations are not people. If someone thinks that is fact, One is better off just to ignore the noise.
Individual property rights and ownership of land in many places area from & in the US of A. It creates social, cultural and economic inequity for cities & townships alike.
To reconstitute laws that will allow shared amenity with communal benefit that will promote well being for inhabitants is the primary motivation a revelatory thought by the collective conscious.
This thought anticipates promoting life, liberty and happiness for billions of people, pets and plants, living within dense urban building blocks. The creation of shared access to safe, secure, environmentally sensitive quarters, idealized into the time ahead.
Note this as a prototypical model for sensible human scaled edifices and a year round usable manicured courtyards, energy wise amenity is a predicted realization.
Thus will accrue to each individual earthling, help, while supporting the needs, wants and necessities of an appropriate lifestyle. As a nation embarks on its next two hundred fifty years of democratic independence for a diverse, equitable, inclusive population, a proposed paradigm emerges.
A Zoetic Message
Love will supplant hate, knowledge will replace perception, spirit will inform illusion.
Life is meant to occupy common use land, jointly.
The infinite contiguous motion of the sea is a heartfelt focus for contemplation.
An unceasing flow of existence measured by each breath, moment in-time, energy exerted, captured in a harmonious awareness is an experience for the soul.
As with other zoetic messages, sea waters are found rarely motionless, rarely still, moving and full of change in concert with the tides. As with our human experience, stillness is a perceptual illusion.
Not only are the oceanic waters rhythmically universal, in fact remain in balance. Without balance, we are uneasy, fearful, depressed, alone, uncreative and searching.
One may invoke spirits of eternal flow, an unstopping waltz of unceasing energy while meditating.
For you love:
‘Bubbles of wavey water camouflage the grey of sand white,
Floating in greens, the blue greens, the green blues, and blues in daylight,
Under the blood moon skies, waves tumble peacefully, all night.
Living life under it’s mysticism is easy with you, without spite,
With you I capture surrender, with truest sincerest might,
This shining with waves, deep affection is forever bright!’
The children
The children long gone to beaches of their own, I like sitting next to Stacey and listening to a sound of the surf. The dance of water in my ears confabulates as if with my human partner.
It is in contrast to the constant sound of a motorized vehicle on a paid surface, without variety.
I shrug from listening to man made industrial road machinery being a total monotony, offensive, environmentally destructive, unlike the sea.
The soothing nature of watery nature is natural, healing, zoetic.
The words drawn together in this message echo the Taoist notion of Wu Wei, being the effortless, a natural movement of the universe. Similarly, Hindu thoughts of the cosmic seas, relate to all things rising and falling, in a continuous cycle.
One can suspect a day when the human species will know, then listen, to the sea and emulate its attributes. Humans will abandon the notion of boundaries, fences, property lines, tall walls, demilitarized zones, nations, and other forms of devices of exclusivity.
And in doing so the notions of this domestic dispute, invasion, occupation, war, will be supplanted with unlocked doors, communal continuity with happiness beyond belief. People will arrive at true knowledge, purpose, and eternal bliss.
May the sun shine on us all always. May the seas waters reconnect us with the holiness we seek!
