28 to 14 to 7, even numbers must be the layout. Looking for the path there are no signs, obscure numbers are key to finding the way, 46 always means one, and 70 always means another. All items laid out on the table, categorized by type and size.
Eyes burn as I try to keep them open. Drinking water from a plastic cup, I taste it and wonder why I’m not using the steel drinking container instead.
I turn on sound and still my mind. Dream life is so active, there is no real rest. The only stillness I receive is the stillness I create during waking hours. They say there is no rest for the wicked, but I say there is little rest for those who seek the path … the path to the finish, the end of the line, where peace lives.
There’s a tension in my subconscious, I can feel it there. Sitting straight in my chair I begin minor stretches, releasing it and relaxing what I woke with. But first I yawn and wipe my tired eyes. I bow my head into my hands and close my eyes, keeping my palms over them as I rest.
Looking around me as I stand in this crater, I see mounds of blackened earth surrounding me. I search for a path but all I see is a charred and darkened mass, tangled, no obvious entry into the way out. This area isn’t only dark and charred, but there is a sliminess to it as well, a dampness.
I remember walking in the forest and seeing the huge tree which had been bent as a little shoot and trained to grow a certain way, a marker and sign of the direction to follow. I try to remember if there is any of this in my surroundings, I cannot remember anything but the tangled mess. Details … these must be paid attention no matter where we find ourselves, for what seems impossible will show minor clues missed by the average eye.
There is one who attempts to steer me through, yet if he knew the way he would be long gone by now, listening to him is a waste of time and effort, although he would have me believe otherwise.
Disruption of what is, a meddling of the placement of things, a greedy claiming of them and lining up of the items to show to others leave an empty space where they ought to be and all signs of connection lost, or so it appears.
This seems to be the events of this current world. A constant taking without consideration for the whole, the health of the system which keeps chaos out of order. We can clearly see the affect it is having on the world, and all life which it holds. Harmony has been distorted, nearly eliminated, yet there are those who work diligently to bring balance back to the system.
Empty consumerism without thought for the parts and their source is blind living, a disconnect from consciousness and the importance every single one of us has on the health and continuation of this existence. There must be a shift of awareness, an awakening to the underlying cause of this fragmentation. Only then can we slow this destruction and mend what has been so egregiously damaged.
Care and a conscious placement of intention is key to health, to true wealth, to brotherhood and sisterhood, to the world family. Rather than focusing on who can eliminate who, and who can do it more quickly, those who wish for peace must rise and overcome these tendencies.
It really is up to the average person to do so. Current systems have proven they are not capable of this consideration. Stop. Look around. Take note of the damage done.