The Humble Earth

I am not excusing myself, if I want to fart today. I have been absorbing a lot of waves, and inhaling vibes from humans lately, sometimes I wonder why I never became the Blimp , floating in seventh heaven

I'll tell you why - my feet are magnetically drawn to the earth you trod upon. It helps to be grounded sometimes. This way, the wastes are being re-absorbed for a cyclic evolution within the biosphere of the humble earth.

Each of our breath, actions, and thoughts too, should be grounded. If we speak without thinking, we can create wars and enmities. And that is not the reason as to why we're here. We're not here as beings, human to kill each other, or to vex each other every quadrillionth of an Otto second. We're here to evolve - either down up or up down {isra'miraj / ascension}. Our system is designed specifically for that, amongst others. It is not designed to kill.

We're not guns and bullets.

Our steps should lead us to inner peace - a state of mind humans crave for, especially now in the 21st century.Friday evening, I absorbed too much vengeance, hatred and pain throughout the week enough to induce cancer that will last another millennia for humanity. Upon reaching home, I didn't have enough energy to even turn the key in the keyhole to unlock the door. By the time I staggered into the house, and slowly walked to my bedroom, switching on the air-conditioning, an onslaught of waves enveloped me, and I fainted on the bed.

Under my eyelids, I see a myriad of images replayed of how the proclaimed faithful human, with their words and actions, kill themselves indirectly. I see an image of a soldier, proclaiming himself human, a knife in his hand bending over a blind-folded civilian and heartlessly, slicing the neck of the prisoner-of-war letting a gush of blood, like fountain to seep into the earth in a ritual of bestiality. I also see, pretenders in the love of The Lord, trading religion with their lips whilst they indulge in pleasurable sins themselves. I see picture of chaos of an ailing civilization, too proud to evolve propagating peace through violence. I see people embracing the black arts under the pretext of contemporary art whilst they parade like new-born babies in loin cloths, bottling-up reincarnation; stars falling from the skies, light-saucers zapping in and out of the heavens, and... Jesus, in a resurrection and beautiful as ever, descending, his arms out-stretched, as the winds bellow in a dance fervour, ruptured amidst emotions filled tears engorged, slither in clenched throats.

I also saw you, tears in your eyes, praying for comfort, seeking for an early death.

Each breath is an evolution. When you inhale from within, and exhale in the apparent world, a death is consumed. Humans proclaim believing in The One, Alone. Yet actions and words do not reflect that love for the One, Alone. Are our proclamations to love for the One, Alone mere lip service? Or do we let our emotions and inner demons control what we gloriously self-proclaim being, human are?

When you want to do service to Him Alone, try to perceive beyond the apparent reality. Dilate your inner eyes beyond what is just a gauge for the ordinary. The humble earth perceives and experiences a joy of subtlety, a refined education throughout years and moments of stillness.

Be still, and know that You are..
A Being, Human from The Heavens

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