Title: Spiritual Being

Gender: Male

Age: 41

Sun Sign: Sagittarius

Chinese Sign: Earth Monkey

Location: Woodinville, WA

Master of the Self

“…The dream that I've been after”

I am more than I knew I could be,

The divine is everywhere - around me, as me, and in me.

I'm complete, perfect and whole,

And my little self continues to grow.

My Word has meaning for this I'm sure,

I must choose carefully what I say, let alone what I think.

The Law is plastic, as you say - it commands,

It is my choice alone, so today I choose.

My Ego was my only guide, when I could not see,

All of my friends near and far, concerned deeply for me.

I used to care only that I won, for the winner takes all,

But I ended up all alone, a prisoner in a bottle.

The pills would pep me up or lay me to rest at night,

But come the next day, surprise, surprise - there I was again.

People were playthings on Michael's playground of life.

Little care for feelings, love or intimacy would I dare.

God was walking with me, even as I was blinded with booze,

CLSE's vibration was right, but I couldn't hear its chime.

Sunday spiritual seemed a lighter way, better than I had known,

Riding on a tractor, mowing grass - thinking to myself - as it was blown.

This life was lonely and boring, but I knew not how to end,

The cure for the mystery of me, for this I had not a clue.

Run away from it all, sweet oblivion was pseudo Heaven,

Until it did realize, my idea of God was way too misgiving.

Some call it a “God Shot”, or a wake up call that's heard,

I came down from my tower, all shaky, crashed and burned.

My life was an illusion and I only fooled myself,

Reaching out for help was my solution to my undying thirst.

The little self heard a wakeup beacon - you are not Alone.

God lives in you, as you, by you.

Could this be the Truth of the great search?

May the Holy Grail be buried within my own breast?

A power that was greater than my little “s” self,

God helped me to go from stumble to crawl to walk.

Never giving up on me, remembering who I really was.

God does not create junk, now remember what you forgot.

Surrendering to the quiet, the Void is where Creation starts,

Turn off the committee long enough to allow Spirit to spark.

Early morning quite time, a daily routine is the best,

To reconnect with the Source, a daily recharging plots my course.

I've learned to see the divine in all, that it is everywhere I choose to see,

That Jesus was the great example; that I could do even as he.

God is unconditional love and not a judge that sits upon a throne,

There is no damnation of my soul, only my own prison bars that I have now shorn .

I condemned myself with years of non-existent self esteem,

Now I am flying free - I say and gliding on Spirit's breathe.

There is no lack in the divine and it is all mine for the asking,

I need to know that I deserve the love and riches and more.

The distance from the head to the heart, only 18 inches it may be,

Many a lifetime it may take, for the journey to be made.

The dualistic nature of the chasm - man's illusion once again,

God and I, hand in hand, separation is unknown.

The journey is the answer, the destination are all the same,

Heaven is created here on Earth as in the heart today.

Now is the moment in time for peace, that Spirit is in bloom,

Know the best is Truth disguised as Love in all the rest.

My eyes were open to see, but the colors are vibrant now,

What I saw before was life as black and white as best.

My way and mine ,mine, mine, not yours or any others,

How foreign that seems now, that I've surrendered to my Truth.

Self Mastery, I've learned is an art form, not a course for completion,

Graduation is denied, for there is always more to learn and discover.

A lifetime of love, joy and happiness is my solution,

To the human task of life and my spiritual evolution.

Consciousness, what a gift!!!

Feeling for my fellow man.

I stand firm in my beliefs, and you can still have yours too.

We can be, without fear and fight - a gentle embrace, goodnight.

I can be strong without anger, fear and shame as my pedestal,

For I've learned to be right is not the answer to the game.

I give thanks for knowing what I did and for my path that I've followed,

I think my quest for purpose, has been answered from hallowed.

My family, what a treasure that once I thought of as my cell,

To hear the beat of love, a gift priceless and pure.

My patience with myself and choosing what I think,

Discarding old ideas and thinking, “Isn't that interesting?”

The world is not out to get me, as my ego may sometimes think,

When I hear a squeak outside, it's inside that the oil of Spirit will work best.

I ask God to be with me in all my thoughts, actions and words of the day,

Remembering that time divine inside, where Spirit loves to play.

Self Mastery, a commitment I now do make to thee,

As I am grateful for my spirit that is free.

I love myself, and that is where it all must start,

As choirs of angels guide my path - in light there is not dark.

Science of the Mind (A Philosophy, A Faith, A Way of Life) - Ernest Holmes

Turn on, tune it, drop out. - Timothy Leary (atoned)

A new voice, and old voice, the same ears both are mine

A modern perspective, first rays of the new rising sun.

Turn on is to become sensitive to consciousness.
Tune in is to interact harmoniously with the world around you.
Drop Out is to find self-reliance, a discovery of one's singularity.

A commitment to mobility, a choice, and a change.

I have always been where ever I am, this much I know is true,

But warm fuzzy body and a divinely enlightened being are not the same indeed.

And with this love I bless you all and honor your time with me,

I close my words of truth and I set them free – And so it is, Amen.

Michael 08/02/2006

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