The Prodigal

In light and darkness, I have traversed a narrowing channel of inevitable truths to the valid reasons for deity, beyond my invaluable family tradition and culture, regarding the same.

On this path, I have weavingly stepped and stumbled through a lost worldly lifetime of deities' openly offered hand, unaware this magic was truly real. Sound crazy, yeah? This is now physics for me, yet just as near magic as comprehension allows.

I suppose mankind's foibles got in the way of any realizations that the kinder efforts of the species are the building blocks of something infinitely greater and of more ultimate importance than the polarity of its individually interpreted theologies.

I am heartfeltly sad I could not allow myself to understand the calls of deity. It seemed I was incapable of grasping such magnitude from the goodness of my parental perspectives. It is selfishly unfortunate that my need to more fully understand the dark sent me so far to sea.

I continue my journey into this long-sought perspective, surprisingly without devastation. My grasp of this new energy surge has seemed to make me somewhat immune to any sadness about it. I regret, but I am so relieved and overjoyed in it all being real, a hell aspect isn't even part of the picture.

I am now in the throes of a unique event, and it kinda tickles, if truth be told. I'm trying not to be too giddy, teary, or stupid about it. I'm very much hoping not to just be rolling into age and insanity. I think not. The universe has me, and I will ride the deity wave, learning the dolphins' ways of its brilliantly spiraling surfs.

I guarantee my perspectives are not my own, just my experiences in their acquirement. Each of us being the spiritual force transistors of these energies themselves, each unique in elemental design and effectiveness, yet vital in the fundamental generator wellsprings of deities' wise employ.

I can only say I ride these tides to tomorrow, with so many of you now. I am here to help in the row. Not sure full-on church is what I'm ready for. I have always been too squirrely and anxious to sit in groups for long, but I fear no philosophies, in their effort to surge the meter on deities' omniscient and occasionally overwhelming degrees of pulse.

From quantum to cosmic realms and all points in between, I have been learning anew that only if you primarily promote the health and welfare of the spiritual self can the mental self, the physical self, and the perceived self find the greatest value and destiny, as a spark plug in the universal engine entire.

From my heart of hearts, no book, no song, no poem before, Thank you, Mother. Thank you, Father. Praise God, Praise Deity, Praise the grace of being just a charge in the light of its eternal force. Thanks beyond measure for allowing me space to find you and guiding me back towards the ramparts of home.

I love you and all 

I have been away far too long.

-Hermit King-

https://open.spotify.com/track/5LnFb7FZG6WiBTCZcpCXg4?si=ORt4sp-hSZCd6C5gBD8tRQ

Call to Kings

"There's no higher calling than a king.

There's nothing more pathetic than a king whose ego is so fragile that the only salve for their own childish bruises and prejudices are the conflicted, stressful tears of their chaotic, tortured children.

Tears inflicted by similar loyalties to royal edict, expectation, and results, affecting the king's own rise.

Get over it, attempt to grow, get past it, and justifiably assist your children in doing the same (and/or get the hell out of the way and give them the gift of a better chance for freedom).

A king's responsibly crafted absence may be of greater benefit and, in its way, a more effective effort at love.

Even if having been well-loved, a king may not, by any status, be most inherently qualified in its intimate attempt."

-Hermit King-

https://open.spotify.com/track/140u2dqlZbpi4ZLgeolKqA?si=bcAIQEd3S86H-IfwxCuHWw