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  • Writer's pictureJustin Stewart

Heavenly Void

Beyond human logic, beyond the thinking mind, beyond the ever prognosticating chitter chatter of mouths, beyond all valid postulations of solar simulations, rockets, rogue planets, archontic holography, and all manner of devious illusions, I now reflect upon what was for me, an early dawning spent in mindful solace, on the day that marked the much maligned, 'total solar eclipse'. 


Stationed a stone's throw from the easternmost shores of Vietnam, I held space, contained to my modest balcony. Resplendent though, I was, in utter silence, whilst conversely, and simultaneously, the other side of the world saw stupendous crowds gather. A far cry was I, from the congregation of the masses, those anticipating something explicitly paranormal. I though, as humble as it my have seemed, found myself with only the quiet hum of the oneness as my company.


In this loneness, I became acutely aware of the sway of the adjacent ferns, the intricate flex of the local palm trees, and the sporadic cockle of a nearby rooster. In my world, there was no-thing to be seen, nor heard, only the immersive stillness, the watery reflection of my inner world, projecting outward into the blank outer scape.


I found myself compelled to make soulful prayer, making loving request that our beloved Earth be released of her long period of enslavement, and also for the release of her sons and her daughters, from superimposed shackles that have long spiritually bound.


Other than the intermittent, gentle gust of wind, and the palpable sense of attempts twice to usurp all that is, and was transpiring, I was aware for the most part, only of my 'self', and that of my greater role within the vastness of all that is, all that I am but an individuated aspect of. I realised that for me, there was nothing to objectify, nor witness, only what I could personally in-vision, what I could humbly imagine for this majestic place, what I could vision for a future, in what were the spaces of the quiet no-time.


It was for this, I reconciled, that I was guided to remain awakened till such early an hour, and it was this I held in my heart, as for hours all I did was affirm what beauty was to come to be as cosmic order returned. 


It was high time to claim the inner throne, to stand before the altar, and to take hold of the reins of co-creation; it was time to cast away all ill deed, all of his-story, all degree of foul play, and malevolent interference, and to solemnly summon the forces of love into manifestation - forces to which I proudly belong.


Much in fact, happened on that dawning, I felt it in my sacred heart, and for whatever contribution I may have made, I am simply pleased to have done my part.



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