I tire of living one moment with clear purpose and intention and another moment in uncertainty. The mind and body in connection with the higher-self one moment and savagely torn apart the next. Therefore I privately and publicly announce my intentions. I send these intentions out loud, into the universes and call upon others to do the same for themselves.*

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This is how I intend to live my life.

1. I intend to live with, to be with, to interact daily with friends and family.
2. I intend to live with, to be with, to interact daily with people who share the same natural inclinations as I do; people who intend to live their lives with purpose and intention like I do; people who value the divine in everything and everyone; people who care deeply for unconditional love, for art, for story, for conversation about things that matter; people who are interesting and have passion; people who I can work with together to create a new Earth.
3. I intend to wake up each morning and be able to walk out into nature immediately.
4. I intend to be in close proximity to vast forests.
5. I intend to be in close proximity to water.
6. I intend to be in close proximity to a beach or shoreline.
7. I intend to live in a climate that is temperate; warm most of the year; not humid, and without long periods of snow or extreme cold.
8. I intend to live in as self-sustainable a manner as possible.
9. I intend to grow, bake, cook and prepare most of our own food.
10. I intend to work, alone and with others, on projects that create value and benefit for all living beings in the universes.
11. I intend to live simply and with mindful intention.
12. I intend to create art and music daily.
13. I intend to play daily.
14. I intend on a daily basis to heal myself, other beings on the planet, and the planet itself.
15. I intend to travel regularly: Monthly and throughout the year to places and events near and far across the globe.
16. I intend to live each moment knowing that the exact moment of my departure from this body and this dimension is timed perfectly.
17. I intend to live in the presence of the energy of children.
18. I intend to be in love with All That Is.

I make these intentions aloud for the highest good of myself and all beings with whom I come into contact, all beings everywhere, and for all the universes.

So be it and so it is.

AHHHHHHHHHHH…

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Does the sound of these intentions resonate with you? Let me know and together we can bring forth into reality all intention for the higher good of us all.

Together we can make this happen.

For even though we feel alone, we are in actual and real terms together here on this planet. In fact, we are together in dimensions beyond this planet, together with the divine source of all that is.

Let us live each moment like we know that. Will you join me?

Take care and seek peace my friends,

Vince

* Yes, go write down and sound out a list of your own intentions for yourself. Do it now!

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Over a year ago I wrote a short three line verse that I started using in social media posts. I apply the verse to stories that exposed the truth about this world we live in, the world we’ve created. For millennium humans have been fed a line about how things are supposed to work. Don Miguel Ruiz calls this the “domestication of the planet” in his book The Four Agreements. The line(s) we’ve been fed are designed to do one thing, that is to accelerate our forgetfulness about who we really are.

Yesterday, as it snowed heavily here in New England, I was writing a letter to a friend in central Pennsylvania. I find myself drawn to write whenever snow is falling outside the window. I slipped the letter into a card and was going to leave the card untouched by ink when I suddenly felt inspired to complete what I started so long ago. Why then? I don’t know. I believe I wanted to share a message of hope with her, of power which is innate, yet dormant.

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One

One by one by one by one

Everything you thought you knew

Was wrong

 

One by one by one by one

Everything you create about you

Is new

 

One by one by one by one

Everything is changing the few

Like you

 

One by one by one by one

We grew

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Take care and seek peace my friends,

Vince

 

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An alternative reality to start off the year. It is only a matter of time before he is thrown under the bus. This new president of the so-called free world. And when it happens, it will be the grea…

Source: The Goat in the High Tower

An alternative reality to start off the year.

It is only a matter of time before he is thrown under the bus. This new president of the so-called free world. And when it happens, it will be the greatest show on earth.

Of course, the show will all be smoke and mirrors, directed from behind the colorful curtain. The puppeteers will nimbly maneuver and the carney barker will distract the audience and all the while the tent will be burning.

This Donald Trump is not a republican. He is not a democrat either. Although he has proclaimed affiliation with both in his life. Nor is he an independent. No, the current president of the United States is an avowed trumpinocrat. This is the party of Trump and this Party does not pay homage to the country, or its citizens, or its constitution, or its laws, or even its politicians.

It pays homage to whoever will aid in the accumulation of wealth and power for the Trump. The Party guarantees the right for Trump to make money, create personal power, and above all – win the game. It is really quite a party. The best.

The Republican Party however, never wanted this man to represent them. They fought him. I could say “tooth and nail” but that would be an alternative fact. The Party of the Trumpinocrats beat the weak and sickly republicans at their own game. So badly that they have had to eventually accept him as their leader for a while. A humiliation they endure as it is the better of two evils for themselves. God forbid a democrat won again! How humiliating!

Ah, the rich with all their Parties and Games! What fun it is to be playing with other people’s lives using other people’s money! But even the wealthy and powerful must answer to someone.

That “someone” is those with even MORE wealth and power than they have. They are the ones who finance all the parties and all the games. They must be paid back, with interest, for their investment into the politician and the Party and the government itself. They are not human these financiers, or if they are, they hide behind their non-human henchmen. Robots built to execute orders and given equal “rights” under the “laws” as humans.  They are, discreetly know in some circles as, Legal Entities.

So the republicans will bide their time, massaging the ego of the little boy who grew up to be king. All the while getting him to dismantle their enemy piece by piece until they have repaid their debts. They are very aware that the trumpinocrat will kick and scream and fight them, demanding to have his way. They will acquiesce some because they know what is about to happen. They know the chaos lever is about to be moved from midway into the full ON position.

They know the economy will fail. The markets will fail. The currency will fail. The Earth and its climate will fail. Relations with other superpower nations will fail. Public opinion will fail. The domestic state of law and order will fail. Even the next war will fail.

And when it all does, the republicans will have a Get out of Jail Free card. They will have an ace in the hole. They will have themselves a wonderful scapegoat who will work very hard playing his role to perfection. The Grand Poohbah of the trumpinocrats will actually lie down in the road so that they can roll him under the bus with the ease of one swift kick.

And penceforth, the republicans will have all the tools at their disposal to pay back their financiers and increase their own wealth and power.

For a few years at least. Because behind the scenes, the weak and sickly democrats will become more beholden to their financiers (who interestingly enough are some of the very same ones the republicans use) and soon will need to stage a battle to win the right to make their own payments and increase their own wealth and power.

And the goat? If he lives, he will become the one in the high tower, watching the film reels of alternate realities he created through the years. And if he bears the burden of the ultimate sacrifice? He will enjoy his martyrdom from the highest tower…the one at the airport they name after him.

~ Vince Green

January 2017

The author is an avid reader of science fiction and fantasy, who finds it interesting how with supernatural regularity, the fiction and fantasy that comes out of the minds of human beings ends up becoming their reality.

Today I’ll share a Poem…

Safe This Morning I Look

Sky thick as clouds

Yet out of nowhere (thin air?)

Drop coin-size rounds

Down, down, down, down, down, down, down

Alone or clutched pairs

This way or that way (which way?)

Not lost, not found.

 

Silent motion

Soft Vibration

Weaving white fabric

Cleansing light magic

Creator of form

Beautiful storm.

 

Through grids of glass

Protected in mortared clay

No air can pass

Hot screams from furnace cry, “Stay!”

Yet thoughts come fast

Adventure and mystery

Go out and play!

 

Stop change! No wait!

Fluffy coin turning to dust

Act now go straight

Lands of wonder below us

Beating eighths

Pounding rhythm silently

Dance I must.

 

Silent motion

Soft Vibration

Weaving white fabric

Cleansing light magic

Creator of form

Beautiful storm.

 

By vincegreen111058

©2017

 

I wrote these lines early Sunday morning January 8^th as the first New England snowstorm of note entered its second day.

Please LISTEN to a personal message from me to you (via All That Is in this universe)

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Take care and seek peace,

Vince

 

“The miracle is not to fly in the air, or to walk on the water, but to walk on the earth.” ~ Chinese Proverb ~   Have you ever stopped to think just how much of an effort must have…

Source: My First Time as a Human – Introduction

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“The miracle is not to fly in the air, or to walk on the water, but to walk on the earth.”
~ Chinese Proverb ~

 

Have you ever stopped to think just how much of an effort must have gone into your actually being a being here on the surface of this planet? Many never give it more than a fleeting thought, usually followed by a quick dismissal.

“Yeah whatever, I’ve got more important things to think about right this minute.”

Yet if you were to seriously ponder the mechanics behind what it means to be a human, how the body interacts within the environment, what the brain has to do in order to navigate the complex environmental and social structures it must deal with every moment of every day, how the you behind the body and mind feels about the whole mess – then perhaps you might come to the conclusion that it is some sort of a miracle.

Then again, you might just give up and give into the circumstances, letting go into the flow of daily life without a further thought about why.

Which, in my opinion, is the point at which you end the process of living and begin the process of dying.

Some argue that you begin the process of dying the moment you are born. I do not believe this is so. Life to the newly born must seem like some totally extraordinary experience, a new adventure. More than likely very scary at first, startling and unimagined; pleasant and unpleasant at the same time.

What is that infant thinking at the moment of birth and in each following moment? As fully formed and developed humans we will never know. Not just because we can’t remember back to that time, but also because we were created with no memory of what we experienced prior to that moment. It is part of the plan; a seemingly cruel plan, some might think.

I mean, here we are a newly formed being, completely confused and helpless, having to do something without any idea of how or even what to do. Thrown to the wolves. Baptism by fire.

It would be very easy to find cruelty in this if it wasn’t for the one great gift we are given at birth. This is the gift of creation. We are created with the ability to create! With this gift we can do anything.

Flying in the air without any aid or walking on the top of water without sinking should be child’s play. But they are not are they? No, these are things we suppose can only take divine intervention or can only be perpetrated by some other-worldly divinity.

So what happens to us instead? We quickly discover that it is hard enough just to be a human.

It is hard to move around in the body. It is hard to figure out how to communicate with the other humans. It is hard to interact with these other humans. It is hard to succumb to the limitations placed on us by the physical environment in which we find ourselves. It is hard to first determine, and then give in, to the social rules imposed upon us. It is hard to figure out the rules, let alone play the game!

Just living becomes the all-encompassing task – the very thing that drives out all the creativity with which we were born. So it seems. Eventually we even forget what it was like not knowing anything. We forget the newness and adventure that each moment of each day brought. We become obsessed with just surviving, with the daily day-to-day experiences we think we have no control over.

We forget that gift we were born with, and use every moment of every day:  The ability to create.

Imagine if you can your youngest years. Life must have been an interesting game every moment of every day. What a joy of discovery!

Until we learn that life is not a joy. Until we are taught that it is not a joy. Oh sure at times it can be joyful. But for the most part we discover that life is nothing more than figuring out what the rules are, how best to obey the rules, or how to break the rules and not get caught. Oh yes, it is still a grand game, but with huge limitations.

Some learn to play the game well and live relatively happy lives. Playing the game can mean either following the rules or not following the rules. They find satisfaction one way or the other. More so than others, they seem to innately understand the workings of the body; or they figure out more of the capabilities of the mind.

However others never learn to play the game – at least not in the same manner that others play. They always seem to have trouble understanding the game. They can never seem to understand other humans. They cannot understand emotions and find the stronger ones like anger and hate and fear to be very painful. They almost always question the reason why they are forced to play the game in the first place. They rarely find relative happiness in their lives.

Perhaps you know someone like this?

Perhaps you yourself feel this way?

 

What will follow, intermittently dispersed among my other posts, are segments of a story about one such person and their journey toward discovering purpose and understanding the game. Look for the heading “My First Time as a Human,” Be sure to follow along and please share your thoughts and personal experiences. All are valid. All matter.

Take care and seek peace my friends,

Vince

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Today I wrote a poem based on a Facebook post I saw from someone who just lost a child.

This goes out to the family of Abigail Morris of Georgia in North America; as well as for all who have family members that disappear from their lives.

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There is light.

There is always light.

There will be a time when we will see the light.

There will be a time when we will not see the light.

 

Yet somehow,

we know

that the light is still present,

even when unseen.

 

For the light is eternal,

and each of us a divine flicker

of that grand flame

that lights all the universes

born and unborn,

present and not present,

seen and unseen.

 

For we too are as eternal as the light.

For the time will come when we will not be seen.

 

Yet somehow…

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Take care and seek peace my friends,

Vince

 

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