Reality is Just One Layer

dears:

Through the Clouds, Night

a web of interrelatedness

peterbaker:

This is wholeness and beauty intertwined. 

I like life and the insanities of it all creating true sanctity. 

(via loveyourchaos)

Death

the word which so many shiver to, so many read and throw out of their minds in fear

the word with more power than all others due to it’s assuredness in our culture,

a culture so accustomed to being in flux?

why does it look so sinister in writing?

Is it because automatically we are conditioned to assume it’s inevitability equates to definitiveness?

That we expect it’s arrival as an end to a means, rather than a sequence of recurring patterns?

That when our inevitable death occurs, that is final, that is our completion, or our destruction?

I must protest,

What ever happened to science?

To the idea that energy can not be created or destroyed, only transmitted?

Whether you believe in souls or science, you must admit something keeps us alive,

some source of life manifests within us, and one day it appears to leave.

Well, in essence it does leave, but only our physical bodies,

our vessels.

Then what?

It travels on.

Unlike modern America’s perspective,

which catalyzes our thought process toward an notion of destruction, or destination

rather than the continual creation, or journey.

When people hear death,

they shift themselves into a guarded seat

guarding themselves from the truth

saying oh, well, it will happen, but who cares?

Who cares?

You will care, when your day comes and death taps your shoulder, you will care.

Either you will reflect and lie content in the creation you possessed with all your compassion and awareness,

or you will tremble and regret not opening yourself to the world, but staying asleep

within your cocoon of habitual thoughts, fears, and actions,

as an effort to deject the responsibility of making your own life.

The first will not fear death, but revere it as a teacher, a friend, an awakened part of yourself.

The latter will shiver to it’s sound, sight, or experience, perceiving their own death as their doomed end, their life’s final killer, their nightmare manifested.

To move from the previous to the prior is by no means a simple task,

but it may be the most transcending task in this lifetime.

As the old indian says, maybe.  

LMAO

Break the bounds. 

(via sheuphoria)

Midnite Vultures and Morgan Freeman together saved my sanity once upon a time…

(via svaever)

(via sheuphoria)

Me: You’re a trip.

Shelby F: You’re the trip.

Me: Well, you’re a vacation.

Shelby: Oh yea? You’re a sabbatical, top that.

Me: Hm.. well you’re retirement.

Shelby:….You’re death?

LMAO