Penumbra Guise

In my shadow is where I find my most prized possessions

The many places we search for healing and love, tend to be the places that overshadow the thing that matters most. "YOU", know there is no other of your known model and e-nergy. The infinite expressing itself in the form of you. A unique conscious co-creator with the ability to perceive and guide what dreams may come.

Colliding against like and opposite minds, realities blend as sacred geometry in flow! When brought back to the source we realize we are a whole, a unit of one. Unlike the many animals and organisms, carnal man questions his existence. Everything but he is happy to be here. The birds, bees, trees, etc. Are happy to exist without question or force of their own will.

All forces above and below man have adhered to these enchanting will of the unknown, it is a man who wishes to outrun his true nature. On the quest for knowledge, he learns his true nature lies within that, which he seeks to overthrow; himself!

The carnal man is the conscious man's shadow. To be impure, unknowing, forgotten, tricked… All the qualities of a "Race" in the midst of galactic evolution, to be reborn anew. He who seeks to control forces beyond his own will ultimately meet his shadow in the mirror.

The shadow that reminds him of his flaws but ultimately that which appears to himself as he sees others. Reflections of colliding light, he refracts his truest colors. As conscious man returns to his absent half he becomes whole. The carnal man begins to integrate and unlock the gates to his forgotten mind's eye. Past, Present, and future are but a dream to a galactic being!

What dreams may come are spoken words, Emotional-notes of the vast streams of energy, and vibration our minds may conceive. Through a magical act of wind the "Voice", we create what we speak and speak what we believe. A belief that is all-encompassing when man realizes his flaws are energy in motion, co-creations of source within you.

He understands his shadows trove of stories and defeats are but triumphs in the Enchiridion of his life. A force of will that expresses itself through you endlessly, when viewed from the nadir and felt from the zenith. Like Peter Pan and his shadow, we too can become best friends with the divine counterpart within.

As you return to you, the fear of growing up disappears. Growth is recognizing yourself in the world, within a place or face. Knowing that the worst in man is also the worst and best in you, "fear not what I am". He says to himself. "Fear that which I am said to be, for it is in the mind where man will be deceived". Parted seas of memories on a journey of the fool, a nestled seed in a tide pool awaits the touch of your love to blossom. I believe in You and your contribution to this "Race" as earth warriors. Let's blossom together!