Feasting

The last super, known for the feasting, before the monumental moment of the crusification of Christ. The magic of turning water into wine, the joy of the people, peopling, living the culture of that day and age, called, life. The monkey-mind sure hasn’t change in decades of lifetimes; this is for one reason only, individual people, peopling their feasting upon the flesh of one another and calling such behavior the good-life.

Such behavior creates a separation of the collective consciousness by cutting the body-knowing off from the subtle-body ever growing ego, the mind. The culture drilling into practice daily for 12 years of the young monkey-minds life the ABCs; yet refusing to instill the investment, the time of the daily discipline, to bring about time-well spent in what is really truly living life.

The ABCs of life, breed the language filled moments in an addictive life, which brings about addiction so subtle, one is unable to see the veil that has been placed upon the eyes. Thinking, thinking, thinking, leading to the blind, leading the blind. Like the Queen in Alice and Wonderland once said, “off with her head”, as maybe she actually had the insight to see things properly for the first-time, that the construct of the mind, had taken Alice into a place it was never designed to remain for the duration of this ongoing time.

Science, expressing and sharing that the heart is the most powerful life-force of all time. It transcends, it is the beating of the universe beyond the mystical realities it once had been termed in it’s limitations, placed on the shelf. It is time, it is beyond time to take the books off the shelf and place them into the action of the practice of practicing the discipline.