The End Time

This is the end.
The end of the world.
This is the end of all you know right in this very moment.
Never forget everything that is about to come is a Lie.
Always remember, that doesn’t mean any of it is Untrue.

This is the end, yet that doesn’t mean it is over. The end is only a beginning.
The beginning is only a build-up to the end.

These inseparable forces lay the foundation for how we perceive all that is. We as humans, spend our lives looking for patterns. We create order in our lives that we might feel ourselves as part of the natural order found in the universe.

Your life is a circle. A snake eating its own tail. The ouroboros; trapped in a cycle of consuming itself until not even the carcass remains. Something ends and in its place, another thing beings. And what begins eventually must end. A never ending cycle of change.

This circle of beginnings to endings to beginnings that we put ourselves in, defines us. It rules us and we become slaves and prisoners held in spherical, patterned structured cell called Time.

This cyclical change lays the foundation of how we perceive the world. We measure time through the ticking of seconds, snowballing into minutes, magnified into hours, heightening into days, months, years….
It is an out of control spiral. A temporal hurricane that sweeps us up and blows us away, into the dust where we originate.

This concept of time was all originally conceived based on the measurement of ends and beginnings, and their relation of one building upon another. Day into night, night into day… one season into the next. Time spins ever forward.

The Wheel of Time turns, and you are trapped inside the circle, taken along for the ride. A ride whose destination is unknown and that never stops, but only changes scenes.
Yet the change is an illusion, because everything takes place right NOW.
How will right now be different than the future?
Well the future will change. The future will end, and it will become this moment. As in right now.

All that is, right in this moment, is a fire. An all encompassing, lone flame of everything inside a void of nothingness all around. Though the flame may hold a certain form for a moment in time, it is always flickering, fluttering, sputtering its shape into a new form flowing from one single second to the next.

Everything the Flame touches is destroyed. Every second is scorched, and burnt. Devoured by its own insatiable hunger, the flame feeds on itself to keep its own fires burning. A symbolic snake eating its own tail. Everything that is right now is burnt up as fuel in a single moment and expelled out into the nothingness of what was. The moment flees into the void of past nonexistence. All that remains is a mental picture, naught but a Memory of Light, cherished forevermore by the cold shadow of what once was.

Yet while the burning embers of time leave a trail of death and destruction through the charred remains of its wake, the fire also creates anew. From deep in this void of infinite possibilities that makes up the future; everything that is now, gets used up as fuel. As one moment passes, it creates another. A new Moment. The light given off from the fire is directed towards the future, illuminating the path of how things will be. Turning them into how things are, right now.

How does one explain something that defies explanation? How does one talk about the things that can’t be said? Language and the words along with it give us the power to define the indefinable. Words are mirrors and reflections to the meaning the word gives off, and serves to help us understand what is beyond our comprehension.

All words are Lies; though that doesn’t make them entirely untrue, or necessarily malicious. In order to lie, one must first know what the Truth is.

As an example, the word Fire. I say fire, anyone reading can picture a flame. But the word is most certainly NOT what a fire IS. The word is entirely meaningless to a flame. One of Shakespeare’s most famous lines, found in Romeo and Juliet “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet”. The reflection in a mirror is inconsequential to what you are or how you look. Or in the case of a rose, how it smells. it merely shows what is.

Words are a reflection in the mirror. They take the complex and make simple. They attach themselves to what already IS, and lets us see them as they are.
“a metaphor is a figure of speech that identifies something as being the same as some unrelated thing.” An example being “Time is a Fire.”

Everything that can be said is composed of metaphors and analogies. Words are meaningless, except that they are identified in relation to their meaning. The word and the meaning are entirely unrelated except that we humans deign to correlate a word with a thing, that we may come to understand that thing better. Through words we create mirrors of reality, allowing us to see the truth reflected in the metaphorical lie.

In many religions and mythical stories, the concept of a divine fire, or divine spark appears. Greek myth has Prometheus, who stole the fire of creation from Zeus and brought it to us mortals that we might be closer to the Gods. The holy spirit is described as a flame sent down to purify, cleanse, comfort and guide us.

Fire is a symbol of the divine, of illumination. In more pragmatic terms it is a tool, necessary for survival. Harnessing fire gave humans the evolutionary leap that put us on the path to where we are right in this moment. The fire is the seen as the embers of reason, flames that illuminate us and push back the void of ignorance. Our minds are ablaze with thoughts given the capacity to, using reason, burn away our subjectivity and transcend to the objective truth that lies in front of the mirror.

Your spirit is one that exists of fire. An eternal flame that will never burn out because it is self-sustaining and will feed on itself to keep it burning. An ouroboros, a symbolic snake eating its own tail.

All that exists outside of yourself is a void, an empty space of nothingness. There exists no rhyme, or reason and no meaning to anything within the void. Much like this post. There is no reason for it, just words put together for its own sake.
Yet out of this negative space, within this void, is a lone flame. A flame that illuminates everything. A lone spark of Truth of all that is burning the center. Its light spiraling out of control outwards, creating shadows of illusions of the past and the future of both what was, and what could be. This ember of truth is what you are.

You are time, you are the moment. You are an eternal flame forever burning that keeps the wheel of time turning. But the wheel is a lie. Earlier, I mentioned the time was “right now”… well, we’ve moved into the future, and what has changed? Nothing has changed when the time in the future is still Right now.

When you don’t live right now, you live in either the past or the future, a realm of shadows. A world of memories and dreams that exist only as a void without meaning. You get caught up in the hurricane whose winds threaten to blow your fire out. The refuge is in the center. Stay here, right now, and with the flames you shine your light out into the void around you and create your own meaning.

The beginnings, the endings, the cycles, it’s all illusions. They are all without meaning, except the meanings you create.

Now this writing is over, but that doesn’t mean it’s the end.
Always remember, everything right now is true.
Never forget, everything that came before is a lie.
This is the beginning of all you know right in this moment.
This is the beginning of the world.
This is the Beginning.


Selfish Love

Have you ever been in Love?

Do you even know what True Love feels like?

It’s said Love is the mirror of the Self and that other people are reflections of the Soul staring back in the mirror. You Love someone for being funny, because You enjoy laughing, and being happy. You admire a person for their intelligence because they make You push for new intellectual heights. You respect them for their strength and fortitude because they remind You, deep down, how strong you can be and you ARE.

These are all pieces of yourself you look up to and idealize in others. Through love you extend an aspect of yourself into other people; while at the same time, allows you to accept other people as a part of your Self.

The author Robert Heinland wrote a book called Stranger in a Strange Land, He remarks that “Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.”
Ultimately we are all strangers to one another. We all wear masks we are defined by what we do, and how we act. We all live our lives, for the most part, individually with regards to our hopes, and our fears. Each and every one of us are all entirely selfish beings, right down to the most selfless person imaginable.

We are all after our own happiness, chasing after our own dreams, and living our own lives. (or for some of us, living our own dreams, but left forever chasing after our lives). People yearn for a reason to keep moving forward, someone, something… anything.

We search for something to love, whether a person, an animal, an ideal, or a thing, because that love gives us the illusion of a purpose. It creates meaning, and because we are selfish, we crave meaning.

In the end, we become shackled by this selfishness. This idea of who we are, of how we should be, and who you are in relation to who I am. We become chained and restrained in order to keep locked away the pain we feel with the very bonds that have held us back from the beginning. These bonds are illusions, perceptions and deceptions about how things ought to be, and how things are.

What is True Love? Is it the magical fairy tale of a Love that will conquer all and be told throughout the ages? A love that burns so bright it shakes and burns the foundation of the earthly firmament on which we live? People change. Does that love still burn as it once did? When someone falls in love with another person, they are setting themselves up for failure.

Nothing lasts, and if you fall IN love, eventually you fall out of it as well. I’m sure some of you have had bad breakups in the past, or a death of a loved one. As I’m sure you know once the love is gone, whether it is yours or the others, what’s left is pain and suffering.

The Word SIN derives from a Latin word basically meaning ‘guilty’. To commit a sin, is to do a misdeed which causes one to feel guilty and in turn causes pain and suffering from being out of line with one’s own nature. Falling out of love is the biggest SIN of all. Giving up an ex loved one, or not letting go of a departed loved one causes suffering on such a level it can effectively end lives and has led to suicide.

Falling in love is simple; Falling out of love is difficult. From a spiritual or psychological standpoint, falling out of love is essentially turning your back on your Self. In a religious sense, it is to turn your back on God. Regardless of which perspective one takes, it comes down to illusions or delusions and all depends on the perception you have in your mind.

You see, Magic is real, and magic is everywhere in the world. Everything you can see can be magical, because the magic exists only in your mind. Now when I say magic, I’m not referring to some cheap parlour trick involving a rabbit, a hat, and a scantily clad assistant.

There exists one type of magic, which we further separate into two categories. There is black magic, and white magic. White magic is the magic of creation, it is creating illusions and conjuring forth mental images and associations,. When I say don’t think about elephants, some of you will be thinking of elephants. Black magic is magic of destruction, to destroy a pre-existing concept the mind holds. One does not exist without the other.

Words are magical, words hold the power to create, or destroy illusions. A simple example.
If I say that “I read a lot” it might give you the image I am somewhat of an intellectual person.
If I next say “I read only Tabloids and Trashy adult magazines” it may break the previous image, and creates a new, less favourable image in your mind.

As words have power, it is important to select our words carefully. For example, if we look at Falling In and Out of Love, it creates the idea of something external. Something that is outside of your Self, that you submerse yourself IN. It’s like you are a drop of water falling into the ocean of Love. You become swept away and you feel part of something larger, and stronger than a single drop on its own.

Falling in Love is easy because you always were the Ocean, and you’re moving in the direction of how you naturally are. Falling out of love is difficult because it shatters that idea, it moves you away from your natural state.

Because these two phrases create an idea, that love is something external, an ‘other’. Something removed from your Self. Falling out of love causes suffering as a Sin because it implies you are naturally without Love.

Now, most people associate the word SIN with Religion, so let us look at this from a religious perspective. In the Bible, Jesus said “Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love”. So hell is a state of mind, or place in which reside those who abandon or turn their backs on God. Hell, simply put is the absence of God, or Love.

Have you ever been in Love? No, you haven’t, and you never will, because you can’t become a part of something that you already ARE. You ARE Love. Always have been, and always will be, from the beginning, until the end. You are Love, as you are Loved, one and the same. What you love is Life, and you are loved only by your Self.

To see the Truth, look to the love you feel for your family, your friends, your partner… Let that love be a mirror to your Self, and you will see that ultimately, what you love in them is merely a reflection about what you love about your Self. Through these feelings you hold to others, you realize you love them because they are merely a part of YOU, and with love, you see the truth, the two of you are one. Each One of us is All.

Though we may all seem lone drops of water, we are all one Ocean.

And that Ocean is True Love.

This Is For You

This is for the downcast.
The lost, forgotten souls.
These words are for the ones who slip between the cracks. The fallen hearts.

Anyone who has ever felt sad. If you feel hated, or you hate how you feel.
Those that only hate others and the ones that have never known love.
This is for the anyone who do not have anyone to love them.
Anyone who has someone they love, or has lost a loved one.
This is for anyone who doesn’t feel anything… I feel for you.

Whether you are guilty of some sin; whether you are innocent, this is for you.
This is for the worn down, the beaten up, the played out, and the worn-in.
Broken people, or whole lives.
For the intelligent, the ignorant, the deceitful, and the disillusioned; this is for you.

We look at the world as being separate from us. You are not Me, so you are automatically given second-tier relative to me.
The world lives our lives like an alphabet, where I comes before You.
We have it backwards. It’s a mirror image, so truly, You come first.
We are all in this world together, we all deal with the same global problems. We all have the same emotional needs.

This is for anyone that resonated to the opening lines of this post. Anyone that has ever felt anything that was listed above… I have experienced every one of those qualifications. I know what you are going through. You are human, as am I.

So then, why would ‘I’ put myself before ‘You’? Why would we look at ourselves as above anyone else?
I felt those things. At the end of the day, I have noone to blame for any ignorance or hatred but myself.
The love that I feel for you stems from the love I have for me.
I am responsible for myself, and my own actions; but it is for you that those actions are done.
I create my own meaning, but it is to you that I give meaning. It is because of You, that I am human.

At the end of the day, I am nothing without you. Everything I do is for You

Everyone that has read this far; everyone that will never read these words…
Everyone that is living, and everyone that has died…
Everyone feeling alive, and everyone that’s dead inside…

This is for You:
You mean Everything to me. You are my world.
I Love You.