All Is Light

A Storm Before the Calm:

Thinking back, I remember the idea of seeing myself standing atop a tall lonely hill, watching as the sun set on the blissful ignorance of childlike understanding.

From a young age it seemed clear to me that there was a certain unforgiving harshness to life, the negative, the fear that seems to strike with and without rhyme or reason. Perhaps you know what Iím talking about? Perhaps you donít? In any event such is life in this relative physical environment; and in this life lies the matter of perception.

The child and the confusion of being:

I remember waking up to a barren wasteland devoid of comfort and joy. I remember a constant state of nothingness, ugliness and tyranny weighing heavily upon me. Trapped in a solitary cell, I was controlled by the confusion of negativity and concepts of separation between myself, my environment, my reality.

The child and the evolution of the young man:

These were condemned waters, a dark time. A child trapped inside a seemingly one dimensional cell, writhing frantically within its confines, bent on creating or finding a door for himself, if only he tried hard enough.

The struggle grew from day to day, week to week, month to month, year to year, the agony of it all. ìIs there no good end in sight?î I cried. ìThis ceaseless ocean of anger and confusion is no place for anyone! The fabric of my being is breaking up under the weight of these ugly waves, and I will surely drown in these waters. I am lost, and I loathe this wretched existence. Is there no place for me?

Create A Place For Yourself
An End and A New Beginning:

Struggling against a swift and deadly current, I was pulled under more than once. The dark swirling terror seemed to give way to little light and little mercy, so that I might rise for another breath. I raged, but not for long. I felt myself cease struggling; I was being taken. My sight and hearing were first to go. Then, drifting in darkness, I went numb, oblivious to my actions and my surroundings. I was swallowed whole by the utter emptiness of the nothingness of being.

A Remembrance Of Self, Creation And Re-Creation:

How long did I drift in this abyss? A thousand years, a thousand seconds? What had I done to deserve this? What had I not done to avoid this?

The Positive And Negative Created and Perceived By The Mind Is Of The Same Energy:

Time has left me crippled by this sudden logic, the gift of this newly found critical thought. ìI must find a place for myself... to heal these wounds, to think in peace, to bridge the rifts existing. To create and re-create who I wish myself to be.

Change, the stories of the eyes many, time the relative and beyond:

There came a sudden calm, a remembrance of a familiar but long forgotten warmth cast its light through my dark world...a forever dawn.

All is the light, every person place and thing. All is energy, the positive and the negative are not separate
but are bound to have a relative physical environment exist as it does and beyond, if all is one energy then things are not only in relation to each other but are

One energy

love and its opposite are what we are, for nothing is separate, all is a matter of energy configuration, a matter of creation, a matter of choice.

All is the light

understanding this is a matter of remembrance, observation, sight through critical thought, and experience.