Serenity

Grant me the serenity to change the things I can change, accept the things I cannot, and the wisdom to know the difference..

Wisdom lies within the differences between things, even the subtlties few notice.

Serenity lies within the boundaries of what is truly possible. Life can be said then, is the exploration and discovery of what is possible.

Can we truly change those who find themselves in positions of power, those who have become encased in the opposites of unity, honor, nature and love? Can we truly reason with those who do not see the divine pattern in all things, those who do not know about the difference, who worship metal and paper? If we could sit them down, show them, teach them, and reveal the secret wisdom, would they even care?

And what of tradition? How did we come to be here, in this place, surrounded by such opposition to serenity, by such a lack of wisdom? If we knew then, what we know now, would our ancestral traditions have held the secret to our liberation? Or would the seeds of our destruction been sewn into our cultures millennia ago? Looking back at tradition, is it not merely a collection of superstition standing in the place of true wisdom? A continuous repetition of what seems to have worked yesterday until it solidified into a culture?

Some say, we need to leave a better world for our children. This idea seems to be a response to a condition, a reaction instead of an action. Is this the tradition of too little too late? As these generations are set loose upon this world with a backwards philosophy, they become self perpetuating, and create further generations further from the truth, as has become the new tradition in the culture that worships the paper gods from within their metal temples. Who will teach the future generations that each of them has two temples near their eyes, and the true divinity resides between them if they choose to awaken it? Perhaps it is we who need to leave better children to our world?

As our true nature is concealed from us by way of superstition masked as tradition, by decadent culture masked as evolution, our true power is also hidden from us and slowly removed as yet another generation slips from our grasp desperately trying to follow an old map from the generations before who led us into this grim precipitous upon who’s edge which we are all now standing. Is it not we, who have the future generations locked within us? Is it not we, who decide whether and when to bring them forth into the world? Is it not we, who will mold them and shape them for the first two full decades of their lives? Are they not the future governments of the world? Are they not the future teachers, builders, scientists and philosophers of our nations? Can this be the answer to our prayer, ..to change the things I can change..

If this is the true wisdom, if this is the true revolution.. then what shall we teach them that will distinguish their journey from the ones who came before them and extinguish the fires at their heels driving them towards the cliffs of civilization and into the jagged rocks below? How can we come upon this true wisdom, this revelation of the spirit of nature and embody it so completely that the difference between ourselves and our true essence is merely the opportunity to hold this place in time, and guide this generation directly into a global awakening? If life’s true purpose is the redemption of the spirit through this journey through the material plane, then how can we set the stage for this change to occur? How can we reconcile the difference between the direction we have been set upon, and the place we need to go?

In ancient fables and folklore there is a story being repeated with endless variations, yet similar elements. It is the story of a princess who has been put to sleep by a jealous queen, and the only one who can wake her is the son of a king, with true loves kiss. This story has even older roots in mythology, religion and ancient occult texts. The oldest of these describes this parable as a metaphor for the human condition, asleep and trapped within a false reality until the spell is broken by a learned disciple of the ancient occult sciences, known in more modern religions as the enlightened one, or the Christ conscious. As generations pass on their traditions of endless slumber, and never awaken to the true nature of reality, there are more and more sleeping princesses within the forests, and less of those who have the gifts required to awaken them. However, there is another legend which has also been passed down of an enlightened princess who holds the keys to the awakening, and it is her destiny to travel through the enchanted forest and test each creature to see if they contain the spark of divinity within them.

Though some will remain asleep and never inherit the promised kingdom, there are those who will awaken on their own and take such matters into their own hands. As they walk through the overgrown gardens of their kingdoms called the forest, they find themselves becoming the light they wish to see in the world, sewing the seeds of the nature they wish to grow, and from time to time they find themselves kissing frogs as they search for a prince with whom they would like to share their creations.