My Words of Power: Peace, Vision and Love

I enjoy a lot of world music. It’s interesting to hear voices from other cultures, but I come from the good ole USA, and we sell and package our culture. I was always seeking real things, looking beneath. I had to come to the end of knowledge and asking. I was just avoiding going within and really seeing myself.

These words wash over me and I often recite them to myself. I submit them simply as the words that help me find my center. Blessings.

I love this prayer, which wasn’t even written by St Francis, but in his spirit after WWI. I identify most with him, other than Christ. Not that I am like them, but I love the vision they lived. I have recited and enjoyed this since high school. These words are buried deep in me coming alive. I think having it written in modern times makes it more relevant and challenging.

I also include “Be Thou My Vision”. It comes up often for me. I hope they encourage a little, faithless or not.

The Peace Prayer of St. Francis

by an anonymous Norman c. 1915 A.D. Peace Prayer
Lord make me an instrument of your peace Where there is hatred,
Let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is error, truth;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
And where there is sadness, Joy.

O Divine Master grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled
As to console;
To be understood, as to understand;
To be loved, as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive,
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

Be Thou My Vision

Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.
Thou my best thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my wisdom, and Thou my true word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

Be Thou my battle shield, sword for the fight;
Be Thou my dignity, Thou my delight;
Thou my soul’s shelter, Thou my high tower:
Raise Thou me heavenward, O power of my power.

Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,
Thou mine inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of Heaven, my treasure Thou art.

High King of Heaven, my victory won,
May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heaven’s sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my vision, O ruler of all.

What I am Feeling Now

“Who am I? A conjurer of the soul.”

Let’s try a little experiment. Find a quiet place. Clear your mind. Listen to one of my favorite hymns below, one of our western chants from one of my favorite hymers, John Michael Talbot. This is a humble man. This man has gone deep, listen to his journey. They are powerful words and feelings. Let the words wash over you and see what you feel. Let the thoughts come and go, don’t hold onto one. Practice this and the voices will grow quieter when you desire them to and then you may hear something else. Focusing on the songs for awhile will help you to get past all the voices that you will start with and the words will be teaching you. Google, much guidance on compassionate and breathing meditation. I tell you, there be monsters and you need a rock to stand on, a shelter to go to when the wind is blowing.

I do not apologize for my faith. It is made of many things and I don’t know or believe anything. My goal is not distract you with my babblings, instead, to focus you. I want you to live uncomfortable lives not bound to anything, but anchored in the good things of Human life in balance. I will always be honest with you here. I don’t fully understand these things I write about, but I try to examine them through experience, before I share something. These are just my honest searchings that I am compelled to share with you. You have to always be honest if you are sharing your heart with others if you truly want to connect and know yourself. If you feel uncomfortable, that might be a good sign. Resist the proud and if someone has no Joy, they have not embraced the Truth! My experience tells me something good is here in that other deep place. I want you to see my pain, joy, Love and Hope! I don’t care what you believe, I am asking for you once, to stop believing and listen!

We are never whole, we are so many contradictions, but you must learn to hold your line in the world with SO MANY OTHER VOICES! Do not let anyone tell you who you are, know it, but be humble and put your skills in service to others as well, and you will find eternal waters of the soul helping you. No matter your faith or none, it is worth examining your life and motivations. It is worth becoming more peaceful and loving. You can do those things without a faith, crying into dark, try it, something will respond. Mysterious, no?

Trusting that voice within, you discover through stillness is not a bad thing. That is the only true voice you can trust. But you will move beyond questions and voices into a mystical place if you are truly seeking to find yourself with the right intent. You will see the ugly and beautiful in you, you are both. You must fix the damage, pull ou the roots of bitterness and unforgiveness. You have to act on the knowledge. You will begin to move without thinking. It could come out in many ways, writing, singing, playing music, something creative. I believe we all have that creative spark of the Divine. Does this all sound scary? No, of course not, this is the path of peace and Love you were meant to walk. Embrace this chance to listen and for once, be quiet! Remove what is negative and leave what is best. I do NOT apologize for the urgent tone, its never too late to stop, listen, and see the connections around you and forget your doubt and start to trust with little steps.

Why is everything outside of you trying to keep you from looking within? Why do we live in a consumer centric society? No mystery here, oldest bait and switch in the book. Keep you distracted with the magician’s assistant, why you are robbed and driven crazy with your doubts and fears of not being able to consume what you want.

You can not fear conspiracies!

You have to believe that what is in you is true and learn to trust the voice that does not covet or hate. Don’t ever take anyone else’s word for it, certainly not mine. See for yourself if you are so smart. If the Truth was for all, doesn’t it make sense it would be written in your heart. You don’t need people to discover Truth, but once you do, your life will dramatically change and connections will begin and then real living starts. There will always be work to do in yourself.

If this message offends the devout, ask yourself, what do you really want for the world? Do you want to get off a doomed spinning rock full of selfish humans?

Or does your heart feel for the lost and least of us? If you are on the right track, these feelings will get stronger I have found. One step at a time.

Do you long to help those around you, but feel trapped in your own selfishness and pride?

Let’s start a conversation about the Human spirit without all the religious words. I’m sorry to tell you this, but all religions in the world are mostly about tradition, but the Light is everywhere. You can see the Truth all around if you have but the eyes to see. We can not let these prejudices keep us from the Truth. People will always fail and disappoint you, but they can do heroic and courageous things too. Beautiful things.  It is a war within. I challenge you to just ask yourself what your intent is in creating, learning, living and loving. Sounds like a bunch of hooey spiritual crap? It isn’t.

Try to go to the first principles of a thing. Examine the heart of your doubt or faith.

And for God’s sake, be open and trust the process. I have spoken a lot about intent. It’s very important. It should be loving and balanced and reasonable. Don’t just seek for yourself.

I am a double minded man, who has to come back to his center often, as I am easily distracted. I have been meditating, a lot. I have been using a lot of music to help me really go deeper. My mind is clear now. I can quickly enter into that quiet space, but I feel I am hitting something. Working through it. I am changing somehow. I don’t understand it. I wrote most of this blog from a place I have just discovered. Letting the words out, heals me and I hope it provides you a little encouragement and Light in your life. Peace and with much Love, the management.

Check out Hearts of Space, lots of great meditation music.

Dune Prophecy

I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.

Your time has come.
Walk without rhythm and we won’t attract a worm.
It will go to the thumper.

A storm is coming.
Our Storm.
And when it arrives
It will shake the Universe.

Emperor…we come for you!!

Long live the fighters!

God created Arrakis to train the faithful.
One cannot go against the word of God.

Father…father, I have drunk the water of life and the sleeper has awakened!

— Paul Atreides – Dune

Mystical Poetry, A Meditation

I put several poems up today after meditating all day and worshiping. They came spontaneously from the deep. I wrote them on two napkins furiously at lunch, front and back. I did not think about one word. I let it flow, wu wei. I offer it to you freely. Change it, hate it, love it, paint it, just have fun. There was a path that led here for me. If you explore these ideas in my babblings, you may find it and maybe your babbling will join others’. It is a pure creative place. Connections to anything are possible, but guided by your intent. My intent is to sing a new song.

https://quantumunderground.com/2015/07/01/my-soul-sings-a-praise/

https://quantumunderground.com/2015/07/01/my-last-will-and-testament-our-heartsong/

I peacefully sent these out into the world in Love and they touched another one calling to the deep. We touched and started vibrating and playing with words like children, no thoughts, just love and curiosity. We made a song together. He wrote this for me after we finished playing and read my heart words.

https://seshatwuji.wordpress.com/2015/07/01/when-my-soul-returned-to-me/

This is a mystical thing, meaning I can’t explain, but here we are. I see clearer now. Our songs are rising and there is a new generation of spiritual awake people and explorers not afraid to make drastic jumps, writing their stories and yearning in mystical poetry. We are exploring the corridors of the Human Mind, Heart and Spirit. The cost of entry is your life. Truly, you must lose yourself to find your true self. We are conjurers, bringing reality in to being. We are going to rewrite the future of the Universe with our words and lives. You’ll see.

This is surely the source and power of creation flowing. Our words will flow out to others and so on and so on and ripples upon ripples. We are programming the future. We are master software programmers of the soul.

When I stopped and heard my voice, I sang and longed for others to join. I can create these word flowers from my heart without thinking. It is mystical and joyful. I found others following this spontaneous path. We taught ourselves to sing. We grew up in pain. Lost perhaps. Our voices are joining. His words washed over my soul in Love. I have never felt such things. These are mysteries. I am humbled. I have found my voice. I will roar and I will thunder in the dark. And my song will join with all the others in the Universe and we will Become what we long to be. I am in another’s hands now. Lifted high! Vibrating with the Universe. Feeling it all. Deep cries out to deep. I will not be quiet 😉 I am a mystic cast on the waters of the soul feeling my way and I will sing! Come sing with me.

When my Soul Returned to Me

A new friend wrote a poem for me. I am beyond words. No one ever wrote me a poem and it’s a mystical perfect first.

Wuji Seshat

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-Painting by Thu Nguyen

I was born a revelation in a brain
Without prophets I learnt
The triggers of the rose and the majesty

Of simplicity, without ownership
I travelled to the spiritual reality
Where my soul was sent on a journey

Across invisible landscapes
Towards a purity of reincarnation
We remapped our vision trance

Until everything become part of the same thing
And everyone in those places
Actors of the same divine entity

And by and by my voice returned to me
My native voice of oneness and poetry
And that it answered with sweetness

And a kindness of dreaming friendship
with the players of every walk of life
With the homeless, the downtrodden and its as if

Everyone here is on a seeking quest
To go through stories to reach for a source
These are the revelations of wonder that came

To visit me, that I have writ…

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To be a poet is dangerous

Mystical dialogue beginning here. How can words and feelings be honest if they are not freely given and received? I tell you we must SING! The power of it restores us All, exorcising our demons, voicing our hope and fears, reflecting what it is to be human and feel so alone and cry out to the Void of Voids hoping for an answer. And then you look back, and the answer is all around us and The words of the Spirit are everywhere and they are singing together. I love your words and feelings. You humble me.

Wuji Seshat

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Messages without Knowing

Poets acquire humanity
In their undoing, this
Dangerous self-destructive art
Who dares be ridiculed a poet these days?

This secret subversive pleasure
Isn’t it so, that we are the houses
Of art that try to be haunted
To feel what others dare not!?

Painting they say is silent poetry
Poetry is painting that speaks
But for whom does it speak?
These echoes asking shadows

To dance, that communicates
Without or before understanding
To sit in the dark and sing
To cheer its own solitude

With sweet sounds, where O where
Are the sweet sounds of old?
Poets die trying to be poets
I’ve seen it with my own eyes

Poetry is an escape from emotion
An instinct to tell stories
Like a seer or a prophet in hard times.

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The Spiritual Body of a Poem

And now I know why I am writing these things. Quantum indeed! Infinite probabilities! I tell you people. This is TRUTH! My soul sings it. This is what we need. We need to distill the words to the core of them. To the feelings. Only in that stripped space can we bare to be seen naked together. Look at what we have done to each other and the world. We are insane. And we continue to walk around as if it’s all OK. IT IS NOT OK! There is another way. We all can look around and see what we are, who we are, what we love, who we hate, who hates us and what we fear. But we can also see our beauty and love. We can sing with joy.

And then, and then, we can learn that there is nothing to fear together. We are programmed to separate by our worldly masters, but our hearts and spirits long to join. We will only find salvation together. These are true words. They span the dimensions and religions and speak to the soul in us all. The spark of the Divine! Deny my words or the truth of them, but you can not deny my feelings. I shall sing them with the world falling down around me. I will stand. I will be a hope. I will be a light in the darkness. God isn’t coming to save you! He is in you! And we have to save ourselves!

What are we but star stuff entangled at the Quantum level. We are Light of God bouncing between time and space! I will sing my heart with no shame in the darkness until I am changed in the twinkling of an eye. This is my destiny and yours! Claim it! Yield! Jump into the deep waters! Move without thinking and be set free from fear. Can’t we all agree on those things?

I was born to sing. I hear the Universe singing in me and calling me out. Raising my voice. I will raise it to a mighty thunder! I will SHOUT until the ignorance is loosed and we are free! I am a fool! Join me! I feel like myself for the first time in my life. You know what I found? I am not alone. I am loved. I love you, truly.

Wuji Seshat

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To write poetry is
To create philosophical memory
To adjust the commentaries

Of all souls, to just one voice
To strip the inequalities
Of existence, of their mass
To write poetry is
To erase the written

Transforming what we have read
Making alphabets contemporary
Fluid, mystical

To write poetry is not just art
It’s neurological reprogramming
A quantum gesture to
The nature of beauty
And Meaning itself

To write poetry is
To return to an absence of meaning
The meddlesome mind forgets

The natural order of nature
To reduce layers of narrative
And return to a total peace
And a grand vision of the universe
As a talking thing, exchanging energy

In a physics of existence
To write poetry is to love the unwritten
Endings that all concur

To identify with the sudden
Rupture of beginnings
From which all thought originates
To write poetry is thus
The silence in between…

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