lightning of the world…

if there is a corner in your house and it is getting dark and dirty… bleak and blurry… dank and moldy… do you avoid it because you are afraid that the environment there will change you or do you walk into the midst of it and create change?… create that which reflects what you are inside?

now… if i took you into the midst of sickness in this world… forget about physical sickness… i am talking about real crippling disease… such as… racism… violence… poverty… rape… alcoholism… drug addiction… sexual addiction… depression… could you change it? if i split you open and revealed everything that is inside of you… would those in that state of being see a greatness that they could become and gladly surrender their current state to get what you have?… or would they laugh because what you are is nothing compared to your grand words and they would dismiss you as fake and continue to live the way they are?

you call this world your home… say you are full of love… say that you wish you could change the world… wish there was peace… love… harmony… tranquility… joy… but when it comes to going to that dirty, dark, damp part of the world to lift it out of it’s state you say that you… such a clean, beautiful, spotless, pristine specimen… do not belong amongst such dirtiness…

you filthy hypocrite… you are clean as white snow on the outside but filthy as a mucky swamp on the inside… you know you are fake… you know that if you were dropped into that environment then you would be changed into… so you gather with others who are clean, beautiful, spotless, pristine… to talk about how nice it would be if the world was just like you… you? be like you?… saying you have a form of cleanliness but then denying it’s power?… saying you have it in you but when you see dirt, you shy away saying it is no place for you?

light conquers darkness… no matter how many times i flip the light switch on… all the darkness leaves the room… a part of the darkness never stays in the corner in defiance of the light… it . all . leaves .

if you were truly clean then a dirty spot would have nothing on you… you would with glee search for the dirtiest places you could find and release that which is inside of you so that you could experience the joy of watching others step into what you have and the fullness of what they could be…

but no… see, you are afraid that they will change you… what surrounds you tells you what you are… instead of you telling what surrounds you what it is…

you say you wish peace and harmony for this world… but only talk about it?… you say if people were like you then the world would be good… but you don’t have what it takes to change a small environment of darkness?… you say this world is your home and you care for it… yet you run from a dark, dirty corner because you are afraid to get soiled?

how can darkness dim light?… does not light shine the brightest in darkness?… in physics class, science has proven that the speed of light increases in correlation to the magnitude of darkness it is in…. the darker the environment, the faster the light travels… if you are truly filled with light, shouldn’t you be lighting up darkness? if you are truly light, why would you cover yourself… wouldn’t you stand on top of a hill so that the whole world could see?

or… is the stark reality… that if your true inner self were exposed… it would simply produce more dark, dirty, damp corners and spots in this world?… is the stark reality… that you are a clean glass on the outside… but dirty on the inside?

why pretend to be big when in reality you are small?

darkness will never disappear until a light is struck… dirtiness will never be cleaned until someone shows up and scrubs it… the crippling diseases of this world will never be wiped out until someone who knows they are not affected by them, steps into the middle of them… and shows who they are inside… thereby showing everyone else what they have the potential of becoming… and thereby bringing them into the Mastery of their Greatness…

the wise… the healthy… the clean… the pristine… they don’t need me… the seem to be just fine…

bring me the hurt… the sick… the lonely… the depressed… the addicted… the abused… the broken… i want them… so that i can give myself to them and they can become me… i am beyond hurt, sickness, loneliness, depression, addiction, abuse, brokeness… so when it touches me… it simply disappears… my light snuffs out darkness… and in turn… my light heals those around me…

bring me just one… and i will give my life for them… because i know that i cannot lose it for i am beyond darkness… i am light…

but you will simply read this and do nothing… so… i must go to where the most hurt, sick, addicted are to be found… and give of myself to them… so that as they feed upon me… they see what they could become… and then my ceiling becomes their floor…

is your juice worth a squeeze…?

if you took a lemon and put it into a barn and squeezed it… what would come out? if you took the same lemon and put it in the White House and squeezed it… what would come out? if you took the same lemon and put it in a night club and squeezed it… what would come out? you got a little bit o’ lemon juice didn’t you?… how is it that the different environments didn’t tell the lemon who it was and what it was supposed to produce… yet humans live in a mindset that they must avoid certain places and environments in order to be who they are?… how is it that something external can tell you who you are? does a man when he wake up have to remember that he is a man? no! he does everything from the identity of being a man… same for a woman… as a matter of fact if i took you and told you 6 times a minute for 60 minutes that you were the opposite sex of what you really are… would you wonder about your sex? no! would you lose sleep over it? no! if i told the lemon it was an apple… would it begin to squirt apple juice? no! yet why is it that we are told to avoid this or that we must do that in order to maintain our identity? if you have to do something in order to have it… then is it even really who you are? does a lemon have more mastery over who it is then you?

what would happen in this world if people started living from a position of power… a position of intent… a position from which they know that they dictate to their environment what it is not letting their environment dictate to them…

what would happen if everywhere you went… everywhere your foot stepped… everywhere you spent time… the environment there changed to reflect who you are inside… would the world want to actually squeeze you to see what would come out?… what would happen to the environment around you if it began to reflect who you are on the inside?… do you talk lemon but a squeeze would show you’re an apple?

imagine for a minute a life where no matter where you were… regardless of who was around you… no matter what was happening… it would never change you… never alter you… never shake you… never move you… never intimidate you… never confuse you… never frustrate you… never scare you… never bore you… never hurt you… imagine a life where you had such a mastery over your identity that it doesn’t matter how loud the world screams at you… how hard circumstances squeeze… how passionately lies try to persuade you… how seductively temptations try to sway you… … … you . simply . stand . still . like . a . rock . unshaken . unperturbed . unfazed . resolute . firm . strong . powerful . confident . … just imagine…

do you think that kind of life is possible if you rely on the external for your identity? do you think that you will ever Master yourself if you constantly move to the whims of your environment?

if i dropped you off in the middle of a war torn zone in africa, would you know who you are? if i dropped you in the middle of a desert, would you know who you are? if i dropped you in the far depths of a foreign culture, would you know who you are? would that environment, when it came into contact with you, change to become you or would you change into it? does the season tell you what is up or are you the season telling the environment what is up?

if i stripped you of all your earthly possessions, would you still know who you are? if i stripped you of all your friends, would you still know who you are? if i stripped you of your entire family, would you still know who you are? standing there… stripped of everything you ever owned… stripped of all your friends… stripped of all your family… without a thing, friendly face, or loved one…. and the world squeezed you like it was going to kill you… what would come out?… would you die? would you give up? would you beg? would you plead? … would you smile? would you stand still? would you tell the world what it is? would … you … still … know … who … you … are?

is your juice worth a squeeze…?

who told you…?

in the corners of darkness amongst the most trusted of friends you will whisper your dreams as though if any light fell upon them they would break. only after the inhalation of chemicals… only after the swallowing of alcohol… do then your innermost dreams come out. why only after you are in a chemical stupor can you be yourself? who told you that you couldn’t live your dream? who told you that you aren’t capable of doing anything you want? who told you that you aren’t enough? who told you that you are missing something? who told you that you must march to the beat of one drummer? who told you that you can’t question your reality? who told you that this is the way life will always be?

why is it that when you do talk about your dreams then authority will tell you that is fantastic but when you start to live your dream you are excommunicated into the realm of insanity?… you are told that you need more of this, and more of that… what good is it to know but to never Be? who told you to take authority as the truth instead of truth as the authority? look at what is telling you how to live your life and ask why hasn’t it then created utopia? why is it that the amorphous glob of sanity constantly tells you to gain more of this and more of that before you are qualified to Be your dream, yet the voices of sanity grow obese on knowledge and words without ever creating anything?

if you do not create now, who ever will? if you do not stand and say enough is enough, then who will? why are you alive? why are you awake? why do the glimmers of your deepest desires surface in the last minutes of the night before you fall asleep? as you lie there you see yourself… not just think it, you can almost reach out and touch it… creating perfection. who told you that you aren’t perfect? who told you that you are wrong? who told you that you needed permission to create? who told you that you aren’t adequate?

why is it that children, though considered foolish, can play with anybody and live From a state of peace and joy… … … yet adults, considered wise, have created war, poverty, hunger, disease and must always seek to Find a state of peace and joy? foolishness seems to be inside the clothes of unlimited greatness yet sanity seems to always be standing next to the clothes of unlimited greatness cowering in the nudity of fear…

who told you that you don’t already have what it takes? why does sanity dictate to you that you must find just a little more before you are adequate, yet a few simple childlike questions will bring you to the realization that you have simply had what is pure covered up and suppressed…

who stripped you of your perfection as a child and forced you into the amorphous glob of sanity covering your mind with hate, fear, sadness? to bring gold to it’s purity you must burn the impurity off… you came into this world golden and sanity mixed you with ore and then tells you that you aren’t enough and need more! who told you that you have to fear? who told you that you have to hate? who told you that you have to live with unfullfillment? who told you that you have to live with problems? who told you that your environment must dictate who you are?

who told you that you must live how you live?