Caritas—Charity; Agape; Divine Love

The big deal: Love, the ultimate, the everything’s everything, that old Alpha and Omega. Love is real—the foundation of the mechanism by which this reality operates—the fundamental overtone in series, of which we humans are one critical part. Therefore it can be said that one may, through their energetic alignment, exist either within or without of the resonant, harmonic field of this Love.

We are not the product of seemingly random mutations, nor even solely of highly selective ones. We are intelligently designed, which therefore necessitates a designing intelligence—itself the only intelligent and remotely logical view that may be held once Aletheia calls upon us and we begin to see with any passing agency. Whether we spring directly from the bosom of Love—or another of Love’s cosmic children—remains to be seen.

We are being called home, and what’s more, something tells me that we’ll know it when we get there.

“I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road
And I asked him where are you going
And this he told me:
‘I’m going on down to Yasgur’s farm
I’m going to join in a rock ‘n’ roll band
I’m going to camp out on the land
I’m going to try an’ get my soul free.’

We are stardust
We are golden
And we’ve got to get ourselves
Back to the garden...

Then can I walk beside you
I have come here to lose the smog
And I feel to be a cog in something turning
Well maybe it is just the time of year
Or maybe it’s the time of man
I don’t know who I am
But you know, life is for learning…

We are stardust
We are golden
And we’ve got to get ourselves
Back to the garden...

By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere there was song and celebration
And I dreamed I saw the bombers
Riding shotgun in the sky
And they were turning into butterflies
Above our nation

We are stardust
Billion-year-old carbon
We are golden
Caught in the devil’s bargain
And we’ve got to get ourselves
back to the garden…”

—Joni Mitchell, “Woodstock”

Virtus—Tzedek (צדק‎)—Rightwise Action; Just & Noble Countenance

Good and evil are discrete energetic paradigms; waveforms present in the energetic consequence of all that we choose: ‘you cannot be neutral on a moving train’. Every energetic emanation we generate locks into one or the other expressions of potential—there is no gray area here, not a damn single shade of it. Gray street is the energy of scarcity—Love does not need to choose the lesser of evils, only the greater of possibilities for ALL involved. If your choices cause suffering, choose again: “change the conversation”—as Don Draper of Mad Men likes to say. Be down to get up, energetically speaking. And don’t stop seeking Truth till you figure out what real abundance looks and feels like. You deserve that. We all do.

“I call heaven and earth to witness this day against you, that I have set before you life and death, blessing and cursing: therefore choose life, that both thou and thy seed may live.”

—Deuteronomy 30:19

“Mama told me when I was young,
‘Come sit beside me, my only son
And listen closely to what I say
And if you do this it’ll help you some sunny day.

Oh, take your time, don’t live too fast
Troubles will come and they will pass
You’ll find a woman and you’ll find love
And don't forget, son, there is someone up above.

And be a simple kind of man
Be something you love and understand
Baby, be a simple kind of man
Oh, won’t you do this for me, son, if you can?

Forget your lust for the rich man’s gold
All that you need is in your soul
And you can do this, oh baby, if you try
All that I want for you, my son, is to be satisfied.

And be a simple kind of man
Oh, be something you love and understand
Baby, be a simple kind of man
Oh, won’t you do this for me, son, if you can?

(Oh, yes, I will…)

Boy, don’t you worry, you’ll find yourself
Follow your heart and nothing else
And you can do this, oh baby, if you try
All that I want for you, my son, is to be satisfied.

And be a simple kind of man
Oh, be something you love and understand
Baby, be a simple kind of man
Oh, won’t you do this for me, son, if you can?

Baby, be a simple, be a simple man
Oh, be something you love and understand
Baby, be a simple kind of simple man
Oh, won’t you do this for me, son, if you can?’”

—Lynyrd Skynyrd, “Simple Man”

Manifesting Intention—Quantum Entanglement; “The Secret”

All that we seek, we shall find, and nothing else.

Ye are creator-gods charged with stewardship of Love—don’t believe anyone telling you differently for any reason for a single instant—don’t think for one moment that you are not most fulfilled and at your most powerful in supplication to and in reverence of this Love—and don’t allow hubris and the ego to reject Love and cause oneself to act in accordance with this selfishness. You know who’s most recognized for pulling that move?

That’s correct—Lucifer.

And as we know…it was not perhaps the best option available.

Certainly on par with Will Ferrell realizing that “milk was a bad choice”.

Don’t drink warm milk from the carton on a hot day and get it all over your beard.

Similarly, don’t fall for the bullshit power-play espoused by the way of the world. Your sex isn’t a weapon to leverage for personal power—it’s an instrument of worship and radical co-actualization. So is your agency. So is your humility. Being meek doesn’t mean being a pushover, it means upholding a higher moral standard and practicing empathy like a fucking heart-ninja (excusez mon français). It represents access to the sum total of the best options available to a human life in a given moment; it embodies a provocative abundance that resonates both for you and those with whom you entreat…the consummate energetic win-win.

Classy.

The ego and the other side consistently fails to understand this point, yet anyone who sees fit to test the theory behind the power of unity will always mop the floor with the energy of division. Always. Just as fusion beats fission—Love beats fear.

People are, on the whole, stronger together.

So seek, and ye shall find. Ask, and ye shall receive.

Be careful what you wish for…‘cause baby, you got it.

“But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.”

—Matthew 6:33

“Therefore, should anyone be Christed, they are a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.”

—2 Corinthians 5:17

“At Tara in this fateful hour,
I place all Heaven with its power,
And the sun with its brightness,
And the snow with its whiteness,
And the fire with all the strength it hath,
And the lightning with its rapid wrath,
And the winds with their swiftness along their path,
And the sea with its deepness,
And the rocks with their steepness,
And the earth with its starkness:
All these I place,
By God's almighty help and grace—
Between myself and the powers of darkness!”

―Madeleine L'Engle, “A Swiftly Tilting Planet”

Aletheia (from the Greek: ἀ-λήθεια)—Unconcealment; Genuine Truth as Divorced from Judgement

The Truth is, as they say, “out there”.

Said another way: “Truth will out.”

Said another way, “Truth will set you free.”

Said another way (in its literal and not punitive connotation): “Jah see and know.”

Said another way, “instant Karma’s gonna getcha.”

You can’t run from the consequence of your choices—from the resonance field they are honor-bound to return to cosmic sender, i.e., you. Whatsoever a man doeth, and howsoever he vibeth, creates a real-time, present-moment vibrational frequency that forever entangles the viber with the vibe—and also ropes in all who experience/are influenced by that vibe (including those being influenced by those influenced by the ripple of the original vibe, etc.), holding fast even outside of the constraints of time and space. And you can’t hide from the return on your instantaneous energetic investment-banking with the cosmos. Furthermore—you shouldn’t have to, or want to! Only you are responsible for those choices…so make ‘em count, eh.

Put another way, “don’t hurt yo’self” (yes, that’s Beyoncé).

This is why you can think fondly of someone from your past and get a phone call from them out of the blue, why you can heal at a distance, why the Hundredth Monkey effect is as potent as it is.

Everyone—is connected—by present-moment feelings.

Think a judgement about that guy struggling down the street, you might as well go over and slap him in the face.

So why not pray for his well-being and success? You think prayer is a finite resource, that this God guy is annoyed at your little life concerns because YOU would be, listening to your own prayers? News flash: God is not your ego…fortunately for everyone. Maybe even go see if you can help out these hypothetical strangers somehow, if you have the time. Once you get over your fear of people (and anxiety/distaste/disgust toward people is a phobia, same as any, definitely no doubt there), you’ll find that it actually FEELS REALLY GREAT to make someone’s day. It’s hugely satisfying. But mind those “secret” thoughts (that not-so-secretly affect everything they’re leveled at)! Discipline your perceptions and your patterns, because like it or not, you have a responsibility to everything you witness.

Cue the Neo ‘whoa’ GIF.

This paradigm of social responsibility, broadly speaking, is also known in certain circles as maturity. It’s the thing our culture seems to be running perpetually short of, along with patience and care, and it’s also why most people feel bad feelings so much of the time.

BTW, if you were wondering—that’s not normal.

Your moods are emotions, emotions are energy, energy is frequency, and frequency is information—congrats, you have a super power! We all do. And how we choose to witness one another, and treat one another, becomes nothing less than an exercise in vouching for (or damning) that other person at the highest quantum level of potential—or us, depending on how we treat with ourselves.

This Truth applies so wholly to all of us, in fact, that in the end, only you can prevent energetic terrorism from propagating out there in the cosmos AND coming home to roost. You alone speak for your own trees. Not your family, or your friends, or your lovers, or your nation-state/MP’s/civil servants/cops/space force/mounties, or your gurus/pastors/clerics/rabbis/popeyes/any other sly Lennon reference, or your guardian angels, nor indeed any other being or consciousness acting on your behalf without your express consent—and even by willfully offering up that consent, still you are responsible because you have chosen. NOT choosing, also, is a choice. So you see, this sacred agency is reserved for you and you alone. And without this divinely-appointed autonomy over your own energy, the sovereignty of your soul ceases to hold value whatsoever.

In Truth, this is the only thing of any real value any of us have, or ever will have: a soul that chooses for itself. And it comes imbued with the Ruach of spirit, the living breath of freewill, replete with enough personal power and accountability to sign our own energetic checks and have the universe take us seriously.

Whether we bounce those checks or not is up to us.

All we are saying, therefore…is give (energetic) peace a chance. Do your own inner work. Love a little.

Believe in the real Truth and accept no substitutes! You are noble, the starchild of eternal grace. Give yourself some energetic disclosure, for crying out loud.

Be nice. It’s more important now than ever to wield willful compassion.

You have no idea how deserving of your own kindness you truly are.

“I told Althea I was feeling lost, lacking in some direction.
Althea told me upon scrutiny, that my back might need protection.
I told Althea that treachery was tearing me limb from limb.
Althea told me, ‘better cool down boy, settle back, easy, Jim…

You may be Saturday’s child, all alone, moving with a tinge of grace.
You may be a clown in the burying ground, or just another pretty face.
You may meet the fate of Ophelia—sleeping, and perchance to dream.
Honest to the point of recklessness; self-centered in the extreme.

Ain’t nobody messing with you, but you, your friends are getting most concerned.
Loose with the truth, baby, its your fire, but baby…don't get burned.
‘When the smoke has cleared,’ she said, that's what she said to me,
‘Gonna want a bed to lay your head, and a little sympathy.’

There are things you can replace, and others you cannot.
The time has come to weigh those things.
This space is getting hot, you know this space is getting hot.

I told Althea I'm a roving son, and I was born to be a bachelor.
Althea told me, okay, that's fine, so now I'm trying to catch her.
Can't talk to you without talking to me, we’re guilty of the same old thing.
Been talking a lot about less and less, and forgetting the love we bring.”

—The Grateful Dead, “Althea”