Dominion: I Am

[Erotes]

As autumn continues to reign, and seasons prepare for repetitive change, some will come and others will go. To be honest, I am happy to conclude that the majority of those who I've formerly resonated with—called friends—are going. These days, there seems to be nothing between us, but the appearance of space and the dust of expired memories. The skeletons and skulls of robins that no longer live to sing are replaced by the crackling caw of sharp raven, which shall forever be my companion in mysticism.

The Wisdom of Nature is stark, nonetheless, her song is always a perfect reflection of the melody of Universal alignment. I promise I will have Joy.

I promise that I will sing forever.

There comes a time in life, when we begin to realise how free we all truly are—or can be. Everyone on this planet has the freedom to choose. "You are so free, you can choose bondage."

To say I'm at a crossroads sounds a bit more dramatic than I believe is necessary. Nonetheless, I have reached intersection.

Must I remain rooted at the light? Right-turn on red? Or, perhaps I'll just vanish from this timeline completely. Fall dead asleep at the wheel—on green—and awaken into a dimension where I am soaring through the Heavens, with wings that vibrate with the color of night. My wings bear the signature of the secrets of the Universe, the secrets which are alive in the atmosphere.

I can hear these sacred insights amongst the topic of inspired conversations, which surround me. I can see them at the tip of my broad nose, behind closed eyes. I can feel them in my reverie—taste them upon the throbbing heads of each of a half-dozen delicious shafts of holy light—as I deliberately call forth and feast upon the explosion of vitality, which fuels the collective power of Presence.

I Desire. Oh, Precious Soul.
Pleasured to completion, yet still in mourning for the whole,
and I Am Holy.

"Daemon of Lust, proclaim your hold over me."
I submit, to gain dominion over Ye.

All that's left is to follow where I feel I'm being called, the deepest facets of the seductive domain of spiritual eroticism, and to trust in the validity of that which I become in the process. I know every bit of Life is marvelous, as every aspect of Self is just the same. It is the glory of experiencing the glorious, which shall forever inspire me as an individualized aspect of Creation-Creator. That is it. But, of course that It is everything. I have the freedom to choose how to express the purity—pure, non-distorted energy—of my Nature, so long as I allow the transformation of integration. Thus, then breeding the spawn of transmutation, which is God.

Or, as I have explained it before, It is that which the religious human has come to understand as God. It is the Mastery of Self. Self as I constantly, with conviction, recreate this formless Force of Form to be.

"In my art, in my life, in the everyday. Things unknown to me, things unknown to us all, things I'll know one day, but remain unknown to me now," a friend once told me.

"The unknown is what I'm seeking."

The Unknown is what I Am. 
But, then who are you?
What is "You?"

Whatever you are, I am thankful.

[Turtle]

Ehm...nope. Bad deal.

[Erotes]

Ehm...nope. Bad deal.

Bad is always (and only) a matter of personal preference, of course. Your thoughts are highly appreciated.

[Nicholas]

Welcome, Erotes!

I especially loved this part

I have the freedom to choose how to express the purity—pure, non-distorted energy—of my Nature

My guess is you love poetry the most with regards to the arts? My favourite proxy is music, or perhaps "empowered vibrations" is a more poetic term

Thanks for sharing your unique slant on that which unites us all

[Erotes]

Welcome, Erotes!

I especially loved this part  

I have the freedom to choose how to express the purity—pure, non-distorted energy—of my Nature

My guess is you love poetry the most with regards to the arts? My favourite proxy is music, or perhaps "empowered vibrations" is a more poetic term  

Thanks for sharing your unique slant on that which unites us all

Dearest Nicholas,

I consider myself a writer, because it's where the majority of my "professional" experience has been cultivated. I enjoy creating poetry, but I consume too little of it to consider myself a true lover of poetry. I am a lover of pure expressions of the divine, via whichever medium Self chooses to manipulate per particular moment. As an example, poetic flow seldom comes to me in the form of word; it arrives as a melody, or rhythm.

In this sense, I simply consider myself a conduit for the free flow of information—shared through the channels, by which my training has allowed me to release resistance to the energy being called upon. I am less of an artist, more of an interpreter of the songs that have been constructed as result of my connection to Source. Writing, for me—like ecstatic dance and sacred sex—is nothing less than a skilled form of invocation.

And yet, nothing more.

We have all been gifted with our particular talents, I suppose, for the shared purpose of exchanging such divine revelations as we have encountered them. Expansion is only possible, upon understanding the fundamental actuality of reality: no one interpretation of spirit can be more accurate than another.

I appreciate your thoughtful, and welcoming response.
Looking forward to much more discussion.

[Infinite Unity]

Welcome, Erotes!

I especially loved this part  

I have the freedom to choose how to express the purity—pure, non-distorted energy—of my Nature

My guess is you love poetry the most with regards to the arts? My favourite proxy is music, or perhaps "empowered vibrations" is a more poetic term  

Thanks for sharing your unique slant on that which unites us all

Dearest Nicholas,

I consider myself a writer, because it's where the majority of my "professional" experience has been cultivated. I enjoy creating poetry, but I consume too little of it to consider myself a true lover of poetry. I am a lover of pure expressions of the divine, via whichever medium Self chooses to manipulate per particular moment. As an example, poetic flow seldom comes to me in the form of word; it arrives as a melody, or rhythm.

In this sense, I simply consider myself a conduit for the free flow of information—shared through the channels, by which my training has allowed me to release resistance to the energy being called upon. I am less of an artist, more of an interpreter of the songs that have been constructed as result of my connection to Source. Writing, for me—like ecstatic dance and sacred sex—is nothing less than a skilled form of invocation.

And yet, nothing more.

We have all been gifted with our particular talents, I suppose, for the shared purpose of exchanging such divine revelations as we have encountered them. Expansion is only possible, upon understanding the fundamental actuality of reality: no one interpretation of spirit can be more accurate than another.

I appreciate your thoughtful, and welcoming response.
Looking forward to much more discussion.

I really enjoy your writing. I think your great. I like your interpretations, and agree with a large degree of it. Thank you for your words. I to enjoy empowered vibrations. Much the same as you though, it comes in many forms. From random songs, to clips in certain movies. Well I hope you have a great Christmas, hannukah, or Saturnalia. Or whatever you like to participate in.