Urgent Message from the Cosmic Condor
Why worry about tomorrow when we can live for today?
Remember man’s dream, to find his feet in life then his wings. Every day is a new step on the journey of rediscovering the secrets of our ancestors. The knowledge which lies already within us. To explore each day is to explore that infinite universe that exists within us and all around us.
However each day attempts to sweep us up and submerge us in the ebbs and flows of time, drowned and devoured every time we try to go against the tides of change and claim ‘but this reality must be the REAL reality!’. Don’t let yourself become submerged by the crashing waves of time and space. Realise your dreams, find your wings and soar like the Condor. Find the cosmic uplifts we all seek and and once you have, stretch out your wings and let the winds glide you where ever they may wish. Don’t fear, you are in safe hands.
Return to man’s rightful place, with your head amongst the stars. Man was born free and in death, we are released into freedom, yet too often we convince ourselves our chains around our ankles and the clips on our wings are real and indestructible. Then the universe provides us with what the mystics used to call epiphany moments, when our eyes are finally opened. Those moments we stand and stare in great wonder and awe as the earth below us rises up and makes those mountainous peeks where once the gods did roam. Those moments we stand motionless, hypnotised by the heavenly bodies above. Those moments when we glare into the deep mysteries and hidden worlds that lie below us in the great seas and oceans. Those moments a breeze of wind glides by and subtly penetrates and refreshes our very essence. Those moments when the lasting red embers of the old sun god illuminates our deepest darkest recesses.
In those moments, those epiphany moments (which happen every day if you allow them) - we transcend the illusion of life and death. We become conscious of our existence, not just as reality perceivers, but as reality creators. We are the old gods who once roamed the mountain peeks. We are the Condor, soaring through the heavens on the winds of change. Those dieing embers of the old sun god are made of the very damn thing we are! No wonder in those moments we are so illuminated. We are all star Gods after all.
