"The Sovereign Integral Network (SIN) already exists, indeed, has always existed. However, there has not been a way for it to connect or interface with your technologies. Terra-earth has created technologies that are largely mechanistic and electrical in nature, and it is just beginning to understand electromagnetic energy fields and holographic technology. Regrettably, when technologies are in their infantile stages of development, they are very often conformed to a military or economic control application. And this is the case with these emerging technologies.
SIN cannot interface with technologies bearing such an application. Not because it is impossible technologically, but because it is undesirable ethically. SIN is actually a sub-atomic network of light-encoded filaments that exist in all dimensions of the multiverse. Think of SIN as an infinite number of threads of light issuing from Source Reality, and, like a web, connecting every life form at its entity level to all other entities and First Source. This is an organic network that is utilized by First Source to transmit knowledge to entities and to receive knowledge from entities.
SIN will eventually be interfaced with OLIN technology, but this will not happen for several hundred years. The interface is too far beyond both your technology and understanding of cosmology, and no planetary system can be fitted to interface with SIN until it is absolutely pure in its content and application. Only First Source makes this decision as to when a planetary system can become a node on SIN. This is the core purpose of WingMakers, to help terra-earth become a node on SIN before its opportunity to interface has past.
Each entity is a node of SIN, but so few realize this connection exists other than through what they read or hear. The connection is real and timeless, and occurs at the core, innermost aspect of the entity where beats the replica heart of First Source. This is the repository of First Source and exudes ITS Unique vibration like a radio tower sends its signals in all directions.
Even your physicists have found preliminary evidence of SIN in their research with their so-called super string theory. We assure you, however, that this network will eventually replace all other networks for the primary reason that it is the conduit into timelessness. And this is the destination that draws all humanoid species, initially, through a technological portal similar to your Internet, which eventually leads to a biomorphic portal consisting of the encoded light filaments leading to the non-worlds of Source Reality.
When a human species transforms its genetic mind to utilize the Sovereign Integral Network, this then becomes the "ship" upon which it sails the seas of the cosmos. And in this way, the species is allowed to become "Gods" of newly created worlds in which it can re-enact the entire process of the Grand Experiment utilizing its knowledge base and wisdom that was achieved in the previous stage of its existence. On a grand scale, this process is cast in countless worlds across the multiverse, and orchestrating all of this wondrous activity of creation is Source Intelligence and SIN."
-Extracted from the Wingmakers website philosophy glossary; Sovereign Integral Network.
torsdag 6. mai 2010
The genetic mind.
"The genetic mind is the equivalent of a universal belief system that penetrates, to varying degrees, the human instrument of all entities. In some, it immobilizes their ability to think original thoughts and feel original feelings. In most, it entrains their belief system to harmonize with the accepted belief systems of the Hierarchy. In a few, it exerts no significant force nor has any bearing on the development of their personal belief system.
There are those on terra-earth who are in training to be Sovereign Entities and are completely unaware of this training as well as their destiny. When they are able to become timeless and view the continuum of their lifestream, they will see the thread that has differentiated them as Sovereign Entities. They will understand how the hardships and supposed indifference of the universe were actually the catalysts for their emergence as designers of the new genetic mind.
The genetic mind is different from the subconscious or universal mind as it is sometimes referred to in your psychology texts, in that the genetic mind has a peculiar focus on the accumulated beliefs of all the people on a planet from its most distant past to its present time. These accumulated beliefs are actually manipulations of the Hierarchy, which imprint on the genetic mind in order to cast the boundaries of what is acceptable to believe.
So compelling is this manipulation and the boundaries that are imposed by the Hierarchy that virtually no one is aware of the manipulations of their beliefs. This is precisely why the WingMakers have interacted with your species from the very beginning. As culture bearers, we stretch your boundaries in the arena of science, art, and philosophy. We essentially expand the genetic mind's "perimeter fence" and enable it to encompass a larger portion of the "land" known as Source Reality.
If we were to tell you about the fundamental misconceptions of your genetic mind, you would not believe us. You would most definitely -- even your most accomplished spiritual leaders -- find us in contempt of much that you hold true and reasonable. You would feel fear in the face of our expression of Source Reality because it would be so clear to you how you have squandered your divine natures in favor of the entrapment of the genetic mind.
We know this will seem like a judgment of your beliefs, and it is to some degree, but you must know this about your belief systems: they are largely disconnected from Source Reality. They are like threads of a web that have become disconnected from the "branches" of Source Reality by the "winds" of the Hierarchy. Source Reality is represented in your belief in unconditional love, but of all the dimensions of your belief systems, this is the one thread that is connected -- through the genetic mind -- to Source Reality.
All of the other dimensions are connected to the genetic mind and have no ongoing connection to Source Reality. The genetic mind, as an intermediary and reflection of Source Reality, is completely and utterly inept. This is all part of the primal blueprint that designs the evolutionary pathway of a species through time. The genetic mind acts as a buffer for the developing species to experience separation from Source Reality. In this way, the human instrument is appropriately entangled in time, space, and the illusions of a disempowered belief system.
These factors, as disorienting as they are to the entity, are precisely what attract the entity to terra-earth. There are very few planetary systems in the multiverse that provide a better sense of separation from Source Reality than that which is experienced on terra-earth. By amplifying the sense of separation, the entity can experience more fully the individuated essence that is unique and bears the resemblance of First Source as a Unique Being. This is what draws entities to this world to incarnate within a human instrument.
So the genetic mind is an enabling force to experience separation on the one hand, and a disabling force to understand the true characteristics of Source Reality on the other. This dichotomy, when understood, helps to disentangle the human instrument and its entity consciousness from the limiting aspects of the genetic mind and its principle author, the Hierarchy.
Over the next twenty years, the genetic mind will become increasingly fragmented and thus, vulnerable to modification. This will be an effect of the growing ubiquity of intelligent networks and artificial intelligence therein. The expanding interconnection of intelligent networks has a significant impact on the genetic mind because of the emergence of a global culture that accompanies the arrival of such technologies."
-Extracted from Wingmakers.com philosophy glossary; the genetic mind.
There are those on terra-earth who are in training to be Sovereign Entities and are completely unaware of this training as well as their destiny. When they are able to become timeless and view the continuum of their lifestream, they will see the thread that has differentiated them as Sovereign Entities. They will understand how the hardships and supposed indifference of the universe were actually the catalysts for their emergence as designers of the new genetic mind.
The genetic mind is different from the subconscious or universal mind as it is sometimes referred to in your psychology texts, in that the genetic mind has a peculiar focus on the accumulated beliefs of all the people on a planet from its most distant past to its present time. These accumulated beliefs are actually manipulations of the Hierarchy, which imprint on the genetic mind in order to cast the boundaries of what is acceptable to believe.
So compelling is this manipulation and the boundaries that are imposed by the Hierarchy that virtually no one is aware of the manipulations of their beliefs. This is precisely why the WingMakers have interacted with your species from the very beginning. As culture bearers, we stretch your boundaries in the arena of science, art, and philosophy. We essentially expand the genetic mind's "perimeter fence" and enable it to encompass a larger portion of the "land" known as Source Reality.
If we were to tell you about the fundamental misconceptions of your genetic mind, you would not believe us. You would most definitely -- even your most accomplished spiritual leaders -- find us in contempt of much that you hold true and reasonable. You would feel fear in the face of our expression of Source Reality because it would be so clear to you how you have squandered your divine natures in favor of the entrapment of the genetic mind.
We know this will seem like a judgment of your beliefs, and it is to some degree, but you must know this about your belief systems: they are largely disconnected from Source Reality. They are like threads of a web that have become disconnected from the "branches" of Source Reality by the "winds" of the Hierarchy. Source Reality is represented in your belief in unconditional love, but of all the dimensions of your belief systems, this is the one thread that is connected -- through the genetic mind -- to Source Reality.
All of the other dimensions are connected to the genetic mind and have no ongoing connection to Source Reality. The genetic mind, as an intermediary and reflection of Source Reality, is completely and utterly inept. This is all part of the primal blueprint that designs the evolutionary pathway of a species through time. The genetic mind acts as a buffer for the developing species to experience separation from Source Reality. In this way, the human instrument is appropriately entangled in time, space, and the illusions of a disempowered belief system.
These factors, as disorienting as they are to the entity, are precisely what attract the entity to terra-earth. There are very few planetary systems in the multiverse that provide a better sense of separation from Source Reality than that which is experienced on terra-earth. By amplifying the sense of separation, the entity can experience more fully the individuated essence that is unique and bears the resemblance of First Source as a Unique Being. This is what draws entities to this world to incarnate within a human instrument.
So the genetic mind is an enabling force to experience separation on the one hand, and a disabling force to understand the true characteristics of Source Reality on the other. This dichotomy, when understood, helps to disentangle the human instrument and its entity consciousness from the limiting aspects of the genetic mind and its principle author, the Hierarchy.
Over the next twenty years, the genetic mind will become increasingly fragmented and thus, vulnerable to modification. This will be an effect of the growing ubiquity of intelligent networks and artificial intelligence therein. The expanding interconnection of intelligent networks has a significant impact on the genetic mind because of the emergence of a global culture that accompanies the arrival of such technologies."
-Extracted from Wingmakers.com philosophy glossary; the genetic mind.
tirsdag 4. mai 2010
Shifting beliefs.
When moving towards the Sovereign Integral state of awareness, the individual will also shift it's belief-system towards utilizing information stored within the genetic mind for creating passages into the manifestation of Source-aligned life-experience. Self-transforming presentation of wholeness-centered life-perspectives will run like veins of authenticity through all manifestations of belief, pulling the individuated consciousness through unity-breeding life-principles within an exploration-based model of existence. Rather than being bound to external sources for re-constructing second-hand life-experience, an exploration-based model of existence will draw the human instrument closer to experiencing the infinite Oneness of All Time contained within the present moment. In so doing, the human instrument will move it's awareness through the portal of connection that links it with the abilities imbued within Source Reality. This awareness will manifest within your human mind as you embrace the frequency of Oneness vibrating through your root of connectedness to All-That-Is.
This root is the secret, primordial root that over time will manifest within the consciousness of the human being. Genetically, it will probe a strand of resonance between the many encoded, multi-dimensional densities within the DNA-vortex. Metaphorically, it will reveal itself as an individual increasingly realizes it’s own core identity as a holographic, multi-dimensional field of beingness centered within the simultaneous occurrence of All time in One time - rendering life as a vast musical composition of synchronized, inter-meshing time-segments - all within a universal framework. The very nature of time as such a dynamic, holographic spiral-consciousness gives rise to the phenomenon of overlapping belief-systems within the genetic mind of your species, and in turn the perceived re-occurrence of their physical manifestations throughout the reality-fields you collectively create.
The inherent purpose of belief-systems is to breed life-experience. For all individuals that conform to specific systems of belief, patterns of coherence will manifest as perceived truth, when objective fields of reality are born. Clusters of Individuality are therefore spaced together like molecules within structures of collective experience. Each individual’s local universe comprises an atom within the crystallized body of your tangible, objective reality - yet the Wholeness Universe is equally much a particle embedded within YOU, as you are embedded within IT.
Clusters of individuality equal fields of reality. In turn, fields of reality equal spheres of consciousness - or collective time. Nevertheless, whichever name they may be given, these Clusters of Individuality will always center around a focal-point of conformity. Such focal-points are cast within the fundamental nature of your biological component, serving their purpose of anchoring your life-experience to survival within the reality-field your species collectively create. These focal-points act as dispersers of information stored within the genetic mind, and are extended from branches upon a vast cosmological tree ultimately rooted in the primal vision First-Source first conceived through ITSELF. An awareness - however dimly it may be felt - of the implicit Source and Wholeness within all Clusters of Individuality is therefore strung like a holographic echo-vibration throughout all fragments of individuated consciousness.
This awareness is woven like a thread of identity through the fabric of the multi-dimensional universe. It is like an invisible needle that stitches together your concept of the Wholeness Universe, and - like an axis underpinning your sense of macro within micro and vice versa - it is spun through nodes of beingness along the spirit-web of All That Is. It serves as a meridian of connectedness upon the wholeness-map you collectively design within your aggregated field of consciousness – spread out like a giant sheet upon the quantum-presence of First-Source.
From the smallest units of time and space you may recognize within your physical universe, this Thread of Identity is coiled through your DNA - like a luminous tendril of pure life-expression encased within the gravity of survival - finally to be released within your consciousness as the distant echo-awareness of First Source. It is strung between your finite self and the infinite spirit-presence you posses within - and may always be felt and nurtured towards awareness.
However fleetingly, however dimly – this echo-awareness of your true self is forever whispering from the well of inspirational beauty you contain within, as your own living truth.
-Excerpt from A personal transmission,
from my beliefs to yours.
onsdag 21. april 2010
Munir and the book of enlightenment.
Once upon a time, below the sudden appearance a bright morning star, a child was born to this world. Calmly asleep, the child was placed like a pearl of innocence upon a string of events - for his destiny would entwine with that of others, leaving elaborate signatures of synchronized rhythm and rhyme wherever he would go. The unlikely star illuminating the birth of this boy, therefore, traced a ray of recognition within his peoples hearts; subtle - yet vibrant - like the sweet smell of some foreign flower, carried upon a breeze of wind. The people gave the boy the name Munir - Shining One - for light was what they saw, as they adored the serene beauty that bounced off from his innocent, virgin face.
Long before the event took place, the birth of Munir - the Shining One - had been anticipated by those who could sense the presence of both future and past living within the same space of time, and who therefore knew; a vision of unity was soon due to arrive. They where told, that by the aid of an individual swept in shining attire, the power of their people would be restored. Like circling bees, the people would gather around the shining one’s vision, as it would rise and bloom - crystallizing facets of truth, all imbued with the scent of one encompassing Truth. Like words swirling upon a current of thought, their minds would gather and swirl with wings too. However; the whole, true vision would only crystallize when all it’s pieces had been adhered to a common background - and into each their correct place, evoking a shield of resonance to take form. Yet, if this undertaking failed, the power of the vision would divide the people instead, scattering them like dust in a cosmic blink of an eye. Munir lay thus cradled, with a star of fate hovering silently above him, blissfully untouched by all matters except his own beating heart.
The peoples legends would tell of how the Shining One would reveal a grand story, reaching far into the past and deep into the future, weaving all time together like a snake biting it's own tail. It would inspire tales that could be told a retold times again; never growing old and ever reappearing in a new dimensions skin. Some said, that the true meaning of the story would resemble a creature of infinite essence, snaked around itself within a prism of time, while flowing up like smoke within a tipi of space. If the people where struck by it's true meaning, all would feel it's presence, as it would touch them like music vibrating along strings finely tuned to their hearts signature beat.
Now and then, the people did indeed seem to sense the mystic presence of something vastly unspeakable rising up within themselves. Close to the unimaginable - where fiction blends with fact - a scaly spectacle of synchronized occurrence would flicker past their inner eye, evoking swirls of mythical, fantastical ascent that spontaneously would leap into being, before dissolving back into their bewildered minds. It seemed like some kind of magic creature would assimilate the fragments of their dreams - as well as the shards of their nightmares - into some kind of incomprehensive design, only to smolder away into unconsciousness, leaving but wispy trails of confusion in it's wake.
Somehow, the all-pervading gravity of one vision would collect all these illusive fragments, leading the people towards one common destiny, where inspiration would weave them together as one. Somehow, destiny’s lens seemed to be placed brightly above the innocent Munir, sleeping calmly in fates embrace, like a star mirroring itself within it’s own dream.
Munir would grow up to become a handsome boy, wise beyond his years, and well-liked by all that where touched by his presence. The boy seemed to radiate a sense of being unfamiliar to this world. In whatever he did, he would exceed beyond the expected, and wherever he rest his attention, something would be discovered from outside the frame of the ordinary. Curious in all respects, Munir loved to watch his older kinsmen, and he seemed to have a natural talent for imitating their ways and learning new skills without much effort. Munir could impress them all, when displaying his self-taught mastership of fluid undertaking. Already at an early age, therefore, he would evoke much joy within all people’s heart, as they admired the promise and sincerity that shined through every deed he did.
Yet sometimes his blunt honesty would beckon the people closer to long-forgotten places in themselves - where they once again felt vulnerable, weak and small; strangely mirrored in the curious child sitting before them, serving them questions they couldn’t decide how to dissect. Sometimes his innocence would roam far and wide, venturing into realms the adults had fenced-off behind awkwardness, ignorance and pride. At those times, the people would beam their confused eyes at each other, rather looking away than within themselves - blaming the other while warring over words and petty misunderstandings. For the hazy, half-wild vision slithered within them all; like some outcast beast, craving attention for it‘s food, and behaving either like a weeping baby or a draining whirlpool when not fed and pleased. For indeed it was true, like their wisdom would tell:
The truth lives within, alive an well. Living with it, will set you free, while living against it, becomes your cell.
It was said, that somewhere, within an all-pervading vision, truth itself is supposed to live. Rumors had it too, that the beast of mythic dregs would impersonate their coming vision, when haunting the people in the hide of their darkest fears. It was promised - however - that when the time was ripe, the Shining One would summon a body of pure light, placing the half of the vision therein, while hiding the rest within robes of obscurity. The people where puzzled, as they couldn’t seem to add up all the pieces of this wholeness vision - at least not alone! For long nights, they would roam within themselves, scratching thoughts until it hurt, but never mending the wounds they projected upon each other. For what seemed like lifetimes, they would observe their fears with solemn looks, not realizing the lessons presented within Munir’s inquisitive, wondrous nature, as he reached out for the world, dissolving every monster with a smile of friendly welcome.
Meanwhile, the people where waiting for their banner of unity to unfold, expecting it to appear radiant and full like the morning sun, rising up from it’s place of emergence like some fiery messenger of presence. Yet the day would never arrive. The hope the people had placed in Munir, was starting to fade, as he never did more than smile at their worries and laugh in the face of their fears. Yet how could they blame a child, for what he was too young to comprehend? How could they be angered by his behavior, so seemingly untouched by all the evil of the world? Munir’s innocent presence would swirl among them like a fluttering butterfly, and slowly - slipping the grip of imprisoned tension - smiles would appear upon the peoples faces. With awkward steps, their stories would start to emerge, creeping out from their silent shells, where cob-webbed pains and dusty longings had been hidden and stored for ages of time. Emotions would blend as tears would mingle. Soon the people would see, how close they had been to each other all along, only separated by the thin veil of unspoken truth. Their stories would braid one another beautifully, as if guided by some invisible hand, revealing mirrored perspectives, and adding layers of understanding to the interwoven nature of all of life's facets. Soon, their words would be presented like bouquets of honesty, blending individuality like the rising smell of flowers on a hot summer day.
The people where drawn closer together - more close than they had ever felt before, even after all those years of sharing the same walls, and living below the same roof. Not knowing why, not knowing where, not knowing how - yet knowing with their hearts; they deeper they came to each other, the nearer they would stand their true self. With increasing clarity, a light seemed to call them, urging them to see that their uniting vision was close at hand. For this reason, the people would gather around a fire a night; singing, speaking and meshing together the golden hide of the vision they sought out with all their heart and mind. Like the smoke above the flames, their stories would entangle in spiraling sojourns, evoking resonance between light and dark, as between fear and hope.
Sitting by the fire, Munir would absorb all impressions intensely, growing from a child into an adolescent as his understanding matured and gathered size. Amidst the stories, smoke and flames, the young man thrived - like a butterfly in a cocoon, awaiting his time to spread wings and join the ascending spiral of creation, hotly rising above the moment‘s heat. For the moment, he remained silent and content. Yet steadily, as the many stories where woven through his mind, a gem of understanding started to emerge within a vortex of tiny crystallizing thoughts. Soon, all he could feel, where the sparkling rudiments of something beautiful; something shiny, even if it was only dimly perceptible through wispy trails of thought. All he really knew, was that something drew him - like an arrow, flawlessly projected into the future by forces beyond his control. And by the same forces, he knew he would have to leave the fire, the stories and his people, only to reappear again in some distant time - striking the moment directly in it’s center, after wandering bridges from heart to heart. For love would make him leave, and love would make him return - forever in spiraling sojourns between selfness and selflessness, cascading sprinkles of beauty in unexpected twists of the same old expected, ever-growing tale.
So one night - while the embers of the fire burned softly, and when all that lived within the hearts of the people had been placed before the light of the flames - Munir was gone, leaving but a bundle of riddles, puzzles and paradox where his ephemeral body once had been. Suddenly and simply, he vanished from the peoples world, merging with the story from which he once emerged. Yet somehow, his presence always seemed to hover above them, watching the people closely like some mischievously parental eye. The people would remember him, as he would remember them; distant - yet ever present - embedded within everythings presence like moon and sun, or like mother and child, yet ever shifting shape in a bewildering spectacle of ways.
Like a magician unfolding his last and largest trick, Munir became the world by a single clap of his hands! Yet like he had promised, his footsteps would be traced - etched in history, inscribed in lore, wrapped within mysteries - tied together like tiny parcels of time, that only the heart knew how to open. For the body of Munir was indeed shining; glowing like a silver shield, as he roamed through time and space, wrapping his cloak about his people and the light of their heart, reflecting stories for every place he would rest. In the end, the people realized how Munir’s body had become themselves. Some would even wonder, if Munir simply had been living within them all along, laughing and toying with light and shadow - as he always had done, and always would do. Yet in the end, they realized that it didn’t really matter, for like some fragment of his body had presented before:
The truth lives within, alive an well - even though it carries us to places, where no mind can dwell.
And so, in one holy knot of space and time, a people came together, gathering around the light of one common fire, to nurture a vision that love had conceived. There, below the still presence of a morning star, the people would feel the unmistakable touch of their vision - beating like a child within, yet also flung about them all like some protective shield, placing them like a pearl of innocence within destiny’s own embrace. So it happened that Munir - the chosen one, bringer of the shield - once again left his shining presence upon a newborn hope, inscribing the following words only a heartbeat away from his luminous body:
I am another you. I am the one you have been waiting for. I am another you.
Long before the event took place, the birth of Munir - the Shining One - had been anticipated by those who could sense the presence of both future and past living within the same space of time, and who therefore knew; a vision of unity was soon due to arrive. They where told, that by the aid of an individual swept in shining attire, the power of their people would be restored. Like circling bees, the people would gather around the shining one’s vision, as it would rise and bloom - crystallizing facets of truth, all imbued with the scent of one encompassing Truth. Like words swirling upon a current of thought, their minds would gather and swirl with wings too. However; the whole, true vision would only crystallize when all it’s pieces had been adhered to a common background - and into each their correct place, evoking a shield of resonance to take form. Yet, if this undertaking failed, the power of the vision would divide the people instead, scattering them like dust in a cosmic blink of an eye. Munir lay thus cradled, with a star of fate hovering silently above him, blissfully untouched by all matters except his own beating heart.
The peoples legends would tell of how the Shining One would reveal a grand story, reaching far into the past and deep into the future, weaving all time together like a snake biting it's own tail. It would inspire tales that could be told a retold times again; never growing old and ever reappearing in a new dimensions skin. Some said, that the true meaning of the story would resemble a creature of infinite essence, snaked around itself within a prism of time, while flowing up like smoke within a tipi of space. If the people where struck by it's true meaning, all would feel it's presence, as it would touch them like music vibrating along strings finely tuned to their hearts signature beat.
Now and then, the people did indeed seem to sense the mystic presence of something vastly unspeakable rising up within themselves. Close to the unimaginable - where fiction blends with fact - a scaly spectacle of synchronized occurrence would flicker past their inner eye, evoking swirls of mythical, fantastical ascent that spontaneously would leap into being, before dissolving back into their bewildered minds. It seemed like some kind of magic creature would assimilate the fragments of their dreams - as well as the shards of their nightmares - into some kind of incomprehensive design, only to smolder away into unconsciousness, leaving but wispy trails of confusion in it's wake.
Somehow, the all-pervading gravity of one vision would collect all these illusive fragments, leading the people towards one common destiny, where inspiration would weave them together as one. Somehow, destiny’s lens seemed to be placed brightly above the innocent Munir, sleeping calmly in fates embrace, like a star mirroring itself within it’s own dream.
Munir would grow up to become a handsome boy, wise beyond his years, and well-liked by all that where touched by his presence. The boy seemed to radiate a sense of being unfamiliar to this world. In whatever he did, he would exceed beyond the expected, and wherever he rest his attention, something would be discovered from outside the frame of the ordinary. Curious in all respects, Munir loved to watch his older kinsmen, and he seemed to have a natural talent for imitating their ways and learning new skills without much effort. Munir could impress them all, when displaying his self-taught mastership of fluid undertaking. Already at an early age, therefore, he would evoke much joy within all people’s heart, as they admired the promise and sincerity that shined through every deed he did.
Yet sometimes his blunt honesty would beckon the people closer to long-forgotten places in themselves - where they once again felt vulnerable, weak and small; strangely mirrored in the curious child sitting before them, serving them questions they couldn’t decide how to dissect. Sometimes his innocence would roam far and wide, venturing into realms the adults had fenced-off behind awkwardness, ignorance and pride. At those times, the people would beam their confused eyes at each other, rather looking away than within themselves - blaming the other while warring over words and petty misunderstandings. For the hazy, half-wild vision slithered within them all; like some outcast beast, craving attention for it‘s food, and behaving either like a weeping baby or a draining whirlpool when not fed and pleased. For indeed it was true, like their wisdom would tell:
The truth lives within, alive an well. Living with it, will set you free, while living against it, becomes your cell.
It was said, that somewhere, within an all-pervading vision, truth itself is supposed to live. Rumors had it too, that the beast of mythic dregs would impersonate their coming vision, when haunting the people in the hide of their darkest fears. It was promised - however - that when the time was ripe, the Shining One would summon a body of pure light, placing the half of the vision therein, while hiding the rest within robes of obscurity. The people where puzzled, as they couldn’t seem to add up all the pieces of this wholeness vision - at least not alone! For long nights, they would roam within themselves, scratching thoughts until it hurt, but never mending the wounds they projected upon each other. For what seemed like lifetimes, they would observe their fears with solemn looks, not realizing the lessons presented within Munir’s inquisitive, wondrous nature, as he reached out for the world, dissolving every monster with a smile of friendly welcome.
Meanwhile, the people where waiting for their banner of unity to unfold, expecting it to appear radiant and full like the morning sun, rising up from it’s place of emergence like some fiery messenger of presence. Yet the day would never arrive. The hope the people had placed in Munir, was starting to fade, as he never did more than smile at their worries and laugh in the face of their fears. Yet how could they blame a child, for what he was too young to comprehend? How could they be angered by his behavior, so seemingly untouched by all the evil of the world? Munir’s innocent presence would swirl among them like a fluttering butterfly, and slowly - slipping the grip of imprisoned tension - smiles would appear upon the peoples faces. With awkward steps, their stories would start to emerge, creeping out from their silent shells, where cob-webbed pains and dusty longings had been hidden and stored for ages of time. Emotions would blend as tears would mingle. Soon the people would see, how close they had been to each other all along, only separated by the thin veil of unspoken truth. Their stories would braid one another beautifully, as if guided by some invisible hand, revealing mirrored perspectives, and adding layers of understanding to the interwoven nature of all of life's facets. Soon, their words would be presented like bouquets of honesty, blending individuality like the rising smell of flowers on a hot summer day.
The people where drawn closer together - more close than they had ever felt before, even after all those years of sharing the same walls, and living below the same roof. Not knowing why, not knowing where, not knowing how - yet knowing with their hearts; they deeper they came to each other, the nearer they would stand their true self. With increasing clarity, a light seemed to call them, urging them to see that their uniting vision was close at hand. For this reason, the people would gather around a fire a night; singing, speaking and meshing together the golden hide of the vision they sought out with all their heart and mind. Like the smoke above the flames, their stories would entangle in spiraling sojourns, evoking resonance between light and dark, as between fear and hope.
Sitting by the fire, Munir would absorb all impressions intensely, growing from a child into an adolescent as his understanding matured and gathered size. Amidst the stories, smoke and flames, the young man thrived - like a butterfly in a cocoon, awaiting his time to spread wings and join the ascending spiral of creation, hotly rising above the moment‘s heat. For the moment, he remained silent and content. Yet steadily, as the many stories where woven through his mind, a gem of understanding started to emerge within a vortex of tiny crystallizing thoughts. Soon, all he could feel, where the sparkling rudiments of something beautiful; something shiny, even if it was only dimly perceptible through wispy trails of thought. All he really knew, was that something drew him - like an arrow, flawlessly projected into the future by forces beyond his control. And by the same forces, he knew he would have to leave the fire, the stories and his people, only to reappear again in some distant time - striking the moment directly in it’s center, after wandering bridges from heart to heart. For love would make him leave, and love would make him return - forever in spiraling sojourns between selfness and selflessness, cascading sprinkles of beauty in unexpected twists of the same old expected, ever-growing tale.
So one night - while the embers of the fire burned softly, and when all that lived within the hearts of the people had been placed before the light of the flames - Munir was gone, leaving but a bundle of riddles, puzzles and paradox where his ephemeral body once had been. Suddenly and simply, he vanished from the peoples world, merging with the story from which he once emerged. Yet somehow, his presence always seemed to hover above them, watching the people closely like some mischievously parental eye. The people would remember him, as he would remember them; distant - yet ever present - embedded within everythings presence like moon and sun, or like mother and child, yet ever shifting shape in a bewildering spectacle of ways.
Like a magician unfolding his last and largest trick, Munir became the world by a single clap of his hands! Yet like he had promised, his footsteps would be traced - etched in history, inscribed in lore, wrapped within mysteries - tied together like tiny parcels of time, that only the heart knew how to open. For the body of Munir was indeed shining; glowing like a silver shield, as he roamed through time and space, wrapping his cloak about his people and the light of their heart, reflecting stories for every place he would rest. In the end, the people realized how Munir’s body had become themselves. Some would even wonder, if Munir simply had been living within them all along, laughing and toying with light and shadow - as he always had done, and always would do. Yet in the end, they realized that it didn’t really matter, for like some fragment of his body had presented before:
The truth lives within, alive an well - even though it carries us to places, where no mind can dwell.
And so, in one holy knot of space and time, a people came together, gathering around the light of one common fire, to nurture a vision that love had conceived. There, below the still presence of a morning star, the people would feel the unmistakable touch of their vision - beating like a child within, yet also flung about them all like some protective shield, placing them like a pearl of innocence within destiny’s own embrace. So it happened that Munir - the chosen one, bringer of the shield - once again left his shining presence upon a newborn hope, inscribing the following words only a heartbeat away from his luminous body:
I am another you. I am the one you have been waiting for. I am another you.
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