Human Again Chapter 10 Contemplation of the Human Process

Human Again Chapter 10

Contemplation of the Human Process

It’s now or never before we’ll know what this spell of writing has been all about. Humanity has reached a precipice of forgetting their purpose, their roles, their destiny, and their heart within the all. With a careful reflection upon the ventures we tread there lies waiting for each of us a crystalized truth of what life really means. Hidden in the facades we carelessly display, projections of emotional turmoil work their way to the surface to show us through another face. The many faces and the many masks we use to conceal the true essence of our living soul allows it to silently play in the background of our life’s story. An untold phenomena in which each of us are take part in and where each individual is has its place within the tale we are living right now.

To be human now is the vast request of the whole of the world without even so much as a whisper from them to make it known. Our programmed natural response to these various notions is to keep your mouth shut and keep your heart closed so as not to make too many sounds which could wake the sleepers waiting. Waiting for the feeling of life to come barreling through their doors begging them to take part in. The adventure to meet them headway while cruising down a narrow road while traveling to the local deli. A meeting with the divine while surfing the long wide web of electrified knowledge. We’re all still waiting to be born into a soup of boiling truth, while carefully being stirred by the weak hand of observance. For me there’s a boiling spirit churning unnoticed within the recipe of the unknown. A proof that needs nor deserves proving. An evidential fact that asks not for evidence. A feeling that creates itself endlessly while simultaneously moving inside each of our own bodies. This is the puzzle piece in which has come to be known to all humans as the heart, beating the love into our bodies and through our lungs. Love isn’t a lonely word, but in fact the true word of all life that continues to be. Regardless of our self-will, self-projections, and the chaotic mechanisms each of them use.

            This was an experiment. An experiment that I feel captured one of the deepest measures of what being a human is all about.  Writing is becoming lost to the fathoms of glowing vessels strewn about leisurely throughout the globe. Day by day each of our electronic gizmos continue to self-perpetuate their never ending  lives by allowing us the pleasure and honor to use them to our own devices, just as long as they are in control of their controllers. You might believe this to be an embellishment of my own perception, but it’s nothing less than an eagle eyed focus on the core of what has become a continuing process involving humanity. There are reasons to believe that with this outer reflection we can finally discover where and when our curiosity took the driver’s seat while our heart became the passenger barely tagging along for the ride. What pray does this mean when considering the notion of writing as something more than just a past time play? While all the various meanings become plastered across the globe for all too see they inconspicuously remain hidden behind the distracting wants and pleasures in which we all take so much enjoyment in. Thus leaving the written word begging for a home to live and grow in. That home is and has always been the heart and specifically the heart that glows so boldly without a sound that our society ear couldn’t hear, the one in which bodies use daily to live and frequent their life with. That being is the human.

            The truth is there if you want it. The truth is hidden if you believe it to be. The truth is what you make it if you’re not being honest. The truth is loud if you are quiet and silent if you are too loud. The truth builds lives and creates possibility. The truth vanquishes the pain from the suffering. The truth is hidden in plain sight if you look to far while easy to find if you aren’t looking anywhere at all. The truth is within the writing of your own soul and if you dare recognize that truth then you’ll start writing until you’re finally whole. You’ll start writing down your thoughts and your dreams and you’ll find that reality is not at all what it seems. You may see the writing on the walls or the beckoning letter calls. You may hear the words find you where we all do meet. Or you may instead find yourself listening to the stories from the people you meet. You could find yourself texting the ideas to your web or translating your messages being beamed to your head. Maybe you can see your thoughts that live in the memories you carry and even the millions of perspectives your conscious helped bury. Endless amounts of reasons for you yourself to write. Start now, start here, start today! The truth has been waiting so adamantly to find you and if you give truth just a few moments of your valued attention you will find that each learned writing lesson had a pearl of wisdom holding all the meaning your dear heart could have ever desired.

            Being human is needed now more than ever. To be a truthful spirit one must be a believer that truth will always deliver. The heart knows no bounds and has no wants that it doesn’t experience already. Each heart plays the biggest part within the entire story of life forever. You’ve made it this far and for that I have been given the greatest treasure. To bring the words from heart to mouth to fingers to letters. The purpose of this blurb is to bring words back into place. They were being forgotten and hadn’t the space to bring the truth to the outer most reaches of inner space. Writing may be a forgotten mystery but I believe that what you have to write just adds more truth to our shared history. Some may say mirror you don’t realize what you say. The spirit that brings the words to you is a shared understanding that is destined truth. Will you follow the trail of letters bringing you down a passage or to new paths? This isn’t a fantastic notion, but a hurried fact. You’ll recognize its beauty once we’re all back on track.
This is phase ten of a Book to be and my wildest of writings.

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