These days everything in your home has to serve the purpose of reinforcing all the positive things you want for your family, especially your children. Let there be meaning in the pictures you put on the walls, in the food in the refrigerator. Let there be value in the way you organize your personal possessions. Show your children that you care about the things you own, so they will know the value of things and will keep them well. They will interpretively understand the value of a dollar and understand that wealth begins with respecting value, that it is a state of being. These days the world out there is so crazy the home has to be a place of solidarity, where our children can feel secure and sense that their is a defined view established by people who truly love them; that there is a path for them to walk. We have to understand that out there, really, nobody cares about our children. Too many of our young people learn nothing in the so called real-world. A world of terror, vulgar images, and sounds. A world that has deformed the image of human-beings so terribly that we have learned to hate ourselves. Are we cursed? ::Shirks dastardly existence:: Well if that’s the real world, then we should decide that we want nothing to do with it. We should educate our children on how to see the world, we need to provide them, not with pathetic rhetoric about how serious the world is out there and how they should conform to some of the sad practices that have become normal, instead we need to show them who they are and where they come from. They need to know the greatness of their past, and shown their existence will be vaster for knowing it. We need to show them that they can do anything, and prove to them that the world is the way it is because nations and groups of people have been working against our real destiny. Our destiny is to be free.
Always seek and preserve Truth. The Truth will show you a whole new world, the world as it is. When you see this, you will know that you have a special place in it. You will see that you are wanted, desired by a master energy that made you with love. Made you one of a kind and paid attention to detail. You are already famous.
Time is such a funny thing. The way it never really moves. There is no such thing as time. There are only moments. What we believe to be time is only us reflecting upon the things we have done before the moment of reflection. It is our introspection, it is us looking for meaning, seeking that one word, striving to put it in a pill. Time is the value we give to our complex experiences, to the mazes we crawl through only to nibble on a small piece of truth. What changes though? Is it time that changes? Or is it us who must move things from one place to another, shake and stir things up, to help us believe things are going forward. Maybe it is only another one of our creations, that we use to mask the fact we cannot conceive deeply enough our own presence, and our relationship to the presence of all that surrounds us. Time is just the overlapping of the infinite number of things that move around in our universe, weaving and squeezing and beaming to strike some kind of uniformity some kind of purpose. Time is just that process, and the sensation we experience as human beings. That feeling of unending wonder upon the mind, like the hot summer son beaming on the forehead. Time is nonexistent, there is no force that simply moves forward independent of all other things. Time is not a supreme energy that knocks everything out and drags it, no that is a caveman. Time is knowledge, for through knowledge ones world becomes simultaneously vaster and more whole, and so life is much more easily grasped. Though we are more lost than ever, and our world is so full of sadness, we will, in due knowledge, be empowered and in control, erasing the old motion of time, from crawling to walking, from trending to bending, from pawns of time, to craftsmen of it.