Blood On My Hands

“There is no one to get.
No one to receive a teaching.
No one to give a teaching.

That being said…

Who hears?

Who reads?

Let’s begin…”

– Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

Nis is my favorite Human Being next to Black Elk, Mary, Jesus, Plato, Aristotle, Shakespeare, Einstein and Socrates. Many others. We are in the presence of our essence in them I feel. We come from good stock. Their Light shines across dimensions I think. Aliens perhaps. I ignore all Aliens though, there are no real Aliens anyway. We are all that, remember? Keep repeating that until its all that is left of you.

Nis’ bitter medicine, drink it down.

Open your eyes within now
Imagine how life can be
We must awake from our oppression
And this insanity

Life is but a dream after all, but I feel this is serious, I tend to be too tongue in cheek, apologies, my silly ego.

Light is all I see in them. And WE ARE THAT!

Wow. I want to shout for joy and so I am.

The fact such Light has come from us silly monkeys gives me hope. But we are in an egg. What can you ever know of the world beyond? It seems a world within seems just as unknowable. We are surrounded by unknowing. What are we to do?

Stop.

Be quiet.

And listen.

I can only speak to you now, because of what came forward in me. It is beyond me.

This is beyond me, believe me.

It is nothing, it is Other, I am That.

Interesting, no?

I had an experience today at 30k feet and at ground level. Here is how it left me…with the feeling I had blood on my hands and I was called to witness and account.

Our culture, our way of life, is Death.

We are done.

It is done, will be, was and probably will be again.

Listen to me!

We killed the Human Beings.

We are what is left.

The devolved cruff.

We marvel at the prison we built for ourselves.

We are being driven insane.

You all feel it.

You know.

We are oppressed.

Asleep.

Is the dream of the Human Beings dead?

The longer we persist in this prison, the more of us will whither away. But, the story always has a happy ending, a great energy has been breathed into the world.

Can you feel it? I was burned to my core by it and not much is left, let me tell you.

I took all I could find.

Our Grandparents are singing their dream to us and I am going to share every last note with you here. I have danced naked in your face and I feel fine. Get naked with me 😉

This I know is way above myself. Do not look at me, but please take what is in my hand and lose yourself. I will tell you this, they did not live and die in vain and their words were not lost.

I am a Jew and a Native American, and Hispanic, white too…a rainbow. What a mystical mix in this time and space I am finding. I was given a key I had to find. My ancestor financed Cortez and the genocide of the Indians in their way. My ancestors lusted for gold. I feel that burning in me too. I have some blood speaking to me, boiling actually, roiling even. The 60’s were not the last gasp of the Human Beings. I am alive and thriving in the Light here and I see something amazing here in us. The sky is not falling Chicken Little.

I touched the sky and the sky touched back and we are that, don’t forget.

Those great men and women are in us.

I will live their dream.

They will live it through us.

This is Truth.

The Truth has always been and will be and I stand in the Light of that, join me.

I will leave you with words about the death of the Human Beings and their beautiful dream.

“I did not know then how much was ended….I can see that something else died there in the bloody mud, and was buried in the blizzard. A people’s dream died there. It was a beautiful dream.” – Black Elk.

It’s not dead Grandfather, it was a great sacrifice your people made for us and then forgiving us. Your blood wet the Earth for the harvest to come. We are not worthy of your sacrifice. We must purify ourselves, wash clean in the Light of Love.

Help me Grandfather!

 

 

Published by

omega

nothing interesting

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s