To be, or not to be….that will always be a question.

As a species of beings, we carry an energetic template that requires more than just patience and love. it requires compassion, empathy and service toward others as well source.

At times, self correction for the mistakes and creating situations that were and were not in our control, while trying not to set aside the most critical part of self.

The interesting part of life is our vulnerability. Tossed into a world with nothing else but our bodily defenses and nothing to fall back on except the ego, and the original energy diminished by societal norms…only to be nullified in the end.

Scrutinizing life’s fairness and validity with reason and intuition, I trust we are meant to thrive as a species – a universal given rite. Too often judged for our choices and mistakes, albeit not always our own. Thoughts and energies invading our very essence at any given moment, one must be unequivocally conscious and aligned with source, the only equilibrium that is eternally and can strive beyond the kronos.

The gift of retaining spiritual coherence in a world so magnificent yet daunting and often heartbreaking is a gift for it holds not only insight but foresight and as close to godliness as one can be….unfortunate for those who choose to set source’s sovereignty aside – a cynical scene of spiritual bypassing and disservice to self.

The human conditioning, an endless chase for perfection, an unsound and bioaccumulation of that which does and will never belong to us, except to the minimalist who never gives anything any real thought.

A life worth living comes with connection, for the divine are gifted with extra consciousness, the devotees in its service. This world is meant to be lived with purpose, and we are meant to find it. And in the meanwhile, our inner and internal worlds continue to battle the extremes to uphold what will always be innately ours.

Thriving and being are like an oxymoron, as matter and the void inherently separates us from source where the space in between lies all matter and truth hidden from the rest. To create a new world despite the odds. Will the end have a means, or the other way around?

Plato referred to the ‘Good Life’ as achieving it by pursuing truth, beauty, and goodness, which are essential for personal fulfillment and virtue. He emphasized that living in harmony with one’s inner nature and cultivating virtue is key to leading a meaningful life. His pupil, Aristotle, never true to his nobility or his own morals, believed in ‘truth making’, that the soul lacked intelligence and required governance, dismounting Plato’s teachings from the true meaning of autonomy, or individual sovereignty. This leads to true enlightenment. You rely on you, your power, and your intelligence – the only three things that are real when you leave. I refer to this as the oversoul, nothing more than all three combined.

Naturally everything bonds, from the materia to the subtle universal energies that holds everything together, in some organic or inorganic way. As children, we believed the only requirement for life was a healthy bond with our mothers and/or fathers, if you were fortunate enough to have one, or both. Although the soul does not bond, it blends in between the materia.

The fall of man or even an empire will never be the cause of man, as all great masters know, but the failure to recognize the soul’s wisdom. With all great lost or failure, there was a loss of quintessential essence. There’s a separation of energy, and it is the lost bond we feel the most. That is the real pain. Not the emotional entourage as if we are reliving something but that our essence has been divided once again, into shatters of broken dreams. Dreaming is what keeps us thriving, of become whole again.

Fortunately we embody light in hue form, man consequentially. All the opportunity has been presented before us. We hold the power of both worlds in our grasp, if only we allow ourselves to live from the soul’s perspective.

“The sculpture is already complete within the marble block, before I start my work. It is already there, I just have to chisel away the superfluous material.”

The good life? Shakespearean, Michelangolean or Platonean?

The real beauty in life? You get to decide.