To say we know is to know nothing. To say that we know something that came from nothing is impossible. If we have the capacity to believe or to say believe then we can believe in those who cannot believe. Does something have to be believed to exist in truth? I would think not.
Caught up in this illusion of self we are blind to the possibilities and will stumble past wisdom as she looks us right in the face. We dare to dig beyond what we have been told for fear of finding it. If we stand out too far we are afraid that we will fall.
Reconstruction cannot and will not happen if we do not free ourselves from these lies self imposed. This darkness is of our own doing. We ate from this twisted tree of life spun and spelled upon us by this dragon of the darkness. Our children birthed and handled over to these devils.
​We must destroy this current culture of dogmas. We must develop a new and constructive language. We must push beyond this dark and stagnant pool of piss for brains who rule with war. You must start where you are and flow like water into the river. Hold out your hand and capture the energy available to you. Ask and you shall receive. Seek and you shall find. Knock and the door will be opened.

​Many folks are creatively dead and without a mind of their own. Most have been beat down by this system to the point where they feel completely powerless. I feel this way many times. I get severely depressed and down to the point where I just want to vanish into the void. But something strange keeps me going as if there were something out there calling me back into action.
Most of you know that something is very wrong with this world and you can feel the confusion and disdain of the people. This new world order monster and the ruling class has put their arms around the world and enslaved so many and will continue this destruction until we the people rise up and stand together and are willing to die for our freedoms to be returned to us.
I do not believe this will open in our lifetime or the next generation a however we should be giving them hell at this very moment and we are not doing that at all. All in all it looks like a lost cause. We shall see.

So many of you have never experienced real tangible in your face love
The kind that will go to the end with you
The kind that does not and will not and cannot judge

​I pray that you will understand that you may never find it It is something to be realized
Something that has to be contemplated and absorbed over time


The essence of love will never show itself
What we see dimly is a dim copy of love
To see the essence would burn your mortal mind to ashes
You could not bear it


Love is not something we do
It is something we live
It runs in the blood of the seeker
It will not react to external circumstances
It will not bow to fear It is eternal and calm


One must give up the self to know its power
One must let it rule all things in life
Love is not weak It is not soft and gentle
It is without question all seeing


The extent of its depth never known
The core of its being and origin never found
Nothing will shake it
Nothing will kill it
And nothing will ever, ever fully contain it

Short Bio for Cynthia James:

Ms. James has facilitated hundreds of workshops, seminars and keynotes, including: Omega Institute, Celebrate Your Life, Woman Arising, the Gift in Shift, the Colorado Behavior Healthcare Council,
the Women’s Success Forum, the Children’s Hospital, Spirit One Seminars, LeadingAge, and many others. Cynthia’s most recent programs and tools include:  Advanced Awareness Coaching, offering depth,
focus and results for high level business leaders; and, Affirmative Living, which includes a meditation CD,  Passages, and an APP for iPhones and Droids, 100 days of Affirmative Living, in English and Spanish.

Cynthia was once a working Hollywood actress, co-hosted a radio talk show, a television talk show in Los Angeles, and appeared in the movie, Sacred Journey of the Heart.  She is a former Miss Minnesota Universe,
sought after as a radio guest and is a contributing blogger for YourTango.com. Thousands follow her monthly inspirational videos and her monthly newsletter and blog. Cynthia has uniquely combined
the creative arts with innovative therapeutic techniques to bring powerful personal growth, healing and expansion to individuals of all ages, cultures, and lifestyles.  She facilitates the message
of her award-winning books, What Will Set You Free and Revealing Your Extraordinary Essence, worldwide and as a workshop to women in prisons. Internationally, she has led workshops in England,
Switzerland and Ireland; and, she has led a myriad of pilgrimages to various spiritual locations in France, Peru and Italy.

We live in a world of our own making
We shape our world with words
Words become things and things become words

Our reality is an illusion, it begs questions
The very fiber of our being calls out for charity and meaning

Ideas are born out of experience, perception, capacity, and ability
Freedom is an idea of self expression
Liberty is something that is given by another

This concept of right and wrong are delusions
What is right and just to one is absurd to another
To judge another as wrong is a reflection of your programming and indoctrination

We are just one of a billion cultures
A mere spec on the face of infinity
Our search for meaning will end in death

We stand at the edge of the abyss
We cry out to the void; our voices unheard

Where is the Savior, these angels, these demons
Come and show yourself; come out of the deep

My words swallowed by this machine
My spirit crushed; my soul longing
My body quivers with disgust because I know that I am nothing but food for worms

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We will continue on this present course of self destruction because it is in our nature. Cultures come and go like the changing of seasons. We cannot be anything but who we are. When one can sit back and observe as an outsider, then one has found a sense of enlightenment, a portion of wisdom. To see things from a distance is to see the foolishness of it all. The fads, the clicks, perks, special deals, relationships, dogmas, creeds, ideas, concepts, even colors, shapes, dimensions, space, time, matter.

​Humanity is but a blip on the eternal radar. An insignificant moment in an incomprehensible thing we call reality. We use, we abuse, we squander and waste. Constantly on the lookout for ways to do it better, faster, leaner, and meaner. Always trying to get that advantage, that edge. We dominate our space, strangle with intensity, consume with a vengeance, a free for all of vane imaginings. In denial of our shortcomings, apologetic as we step on each other, and hell bent on getting there first.

Searching for G-D in quantum is like a small child sitting in the seat of a 747. Our technology primitive and unseen by the universe. Toys in the hands of mad men. Foolishness that will fade like a fallen leaf.

Our failure is in our quest. Our downfall in our ability to recognize ourselves and asked who are we, what are we, where are we. Our resources are limited. Our time is short. Our power feeble and misused. We suck the energy from each other. We are devouring ourselves from the inside out. We think too much of ourselves as if this was all a gift because we are so special.

We talk of one nation under G-D while dancing like wild whores with the underworld. We freely give ourselves to the darkness. Our brains are out of control craving more and more. The abnormal has become the in thing. The twisted has become our bed fellow. We shall not escape ourselves. We cannot put the pieces back together. We cannot turn our head and make it all go away.

Death will come sure and swift. It will devour us completely. It will take us down to that dark place where choice is not an option. Free will does not exist and second chances are null and void.
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The time to act is now while we still can. The time for change is now in this present moment. Your opinion is like a bird with a broken wing. Your status a fool’s game. Your education a handicap. When death comes knocking at the door will you be ready. Can you say come in I have done my good deed. I have been the good neighbor, the good friend, the good boss, the good person. Can you say you are ready.

o you really know me
I really know me
If you only knew me
The one you see is not me
Its only the one I want you to see
Its only the one I pretend to be
Do you think I'm happy trying to be
Who you want me to be
If you only knew, if you could only see
How much more there is of me
It would be nice to know why we
Play this never ending silly game
Sometimes I want to tell you I'm not the cat
For you to tame
Can't you understand that I a m
And you are you
Trying to control each other
Is something we should never do
Love is free
Not bound and tied
If I told you different
It would be a lie
Open the cage
And let me fly
Deep down inside I'm not the sweet little girl
You want me to be
So open this cage
And set me free
Don't box me in
Just be my friend
Neither one of us should have to bend and bend
To blend in
Love me for who I am
And not who you want me to be
I want to know the real you and you me
But that will never happen
Unless we set each other free
We can still be together
But independently
True love cannot be begged,
Borrowed, bought, or sold
It has to slowly grow
From deep down in the soul
It's based on respect, honor, and trust
Not dominance, jealousy, and control
Let's learn to live life to the fullest
Let's take each day one step at a time
Let me be me
And you be you
Just be a friend of mine

What if you could somehow look behind the mask? Deep down into the dark places of those you encounter every day. What would you see? What if they could see you - down, dirty, naked, and bare. How would you handle that? Could you handle that? Why do we hide ourselves? Why do we pretend? Lies seem to work better. Less effort. Less confusion. Play it safe or people will run away. They do not want to know the real you.

What you see is what you get is a lie. I'm just me is a lie. No agenda is a lie. We are all on a sales mission. We put on the face. We dress up. We try to fit in. We strive to be a part of the game, the flock, the group, the fad. We have evolved into copy cats, mimicking birds of a feather, creatures of the mass habit, slaves to conformity.

It is so easy to see those who just don't fit into our little box of tricks. We avoid them like cancer. We hide ourselves from these misfits. They do not walk the same clean, comfortable, illusive path that we believe we are on. They do not fit into the mold we think we were cut from. They will not bend to the powers that be. The radical, the heretic, the hippie, the anarchist, the anti-establishment, the creative free thinker, the one with the purple hair.

This self constructed delusion. This shallow place keeps us safe for the moment. It makes us feel good, special, even enlightened. It enforces the concept of the I, the ME, the ONE AND ONLY. It fuels the fire of hate, prejudice, and self destruction.

All of the great prophets, teachers, and sages have taught to love one another, to love thy neighbor as thyself. We are our brother's keeper as hard as that may be to swallow. As impossible as that may be to understand. It is what we as a nation, as a people, as individuals must do in order to save ourselves from the not so comfortable state of sordid affairs.

It is our insatiable love of self that keeps us where we are. It is our refusal to open our eyes and see that we are interconnected, interwoven, constructed of the same material, elements, parts, and pieces. Its the illusion that pulls us off track. The we against them thinking; black vs. white; white vs. red man; white vs. Muslim; straight vs. homosexual; rich vs. poor; smart vs. dumb; fat vs. skinny; and so and so on.

All of the problems we face as a nation today we caused and continue causing. We control our destiny. Our fate is in our hands. It is up to you and me to fix ourselves and the rest will take care of itself.