Contemplations

I come not to give

But offer myself gladly

I come not to take

But will gratefully receive

I come merely to BE

And through the bliss of this moment

Become the highest expression of my human self.

Perspectives

Photograph: Stephen Wilson/AFP/Getty Images

What’s a perspective? Your single view,

With mine too, or do you slew my true?

Take Ireland’s tricolour, it's representative,

Three's so few. Already knew didn't you?

 
Green is seen as free Republic. It means,

For others envy 'n' jealousy, slicks of sick!

For me it’s natures love. Heals better than

A health systems shoves in gloves, Pathetic!
 
Next white, so bright, see peace do you

Between the two, or cowardly surrender?
So subjective this reflective directive. Ego

For me I see, ergo male and female power.

 
Last is orange, hold! 'tis gold, so I’m told.

I see double! Ulster’s trouble now rubble!

Traffic lights, ready to incite or mend bends,

Yet for me it's divinities creative certainty.

 
Perspectives right, have might, often fight.

For their right to ignite the brightest light!

So I now go, so very slow, so I may know.

Please just accept, I suspect, all are correct.

By Stephen Ross

A Question about Israel and Palestine?

The question was posed...

A lot of people say Israel created the PLO and Hamas etc. Don't you think that it doesn't necessarily mean that today Hamas are actually doing Israyhells bidding?

I felt compelled to respond....

It's the fixation upon the division between both peoples that sets up the conditions that creates the conflict. Neither one necessarily created the other because both peoples existed before the boundary and both groups are made of the same stuff as each other (flesh and blood). I guess you could argue that whoever created the boundary, the division or the line in the sand is the one that created the schism so in theory the victors of World War II are responsible and that would collectively implicate the Allies for they, within the framework of the League of Nations (now the UN), defined the landscape and set the unpleasant project into motion. It is however the people who now define themselves by said division that perpetuate the illusion that they are somehow different from each other. Every boundary that people create or imagine will produce and define opposites and therefore opposition. Inside and outside, love and hate, the bully and the bullied, oppressor and the oppressed, winner and loser, Tall and short, up and down, left and right. We seem to have stopped fighting about which is better, left or right, and have come to accept that they compliment each other. without one the other would cease to exist. It would just BE. That way, over there.

 What do you think? Comment below....

Pep Talk - By Stephen Ross

You never stop shining, you're just like the sun
It's clouds downy whining, that make us feel glum

Storms in for a while, obscuring what’s bright
Rain draining the smile, ‘til it feels like it's night

But the truth of the matter, most fortunately
Is clouds soon do scatter, and set the sun free

For me you are sunshine, you’re food from the gods
Remember the fun times, to hell with the sods

Your nature, your stature, your radiant self
You make people happy, you fill us with wealth

I want to be the tree!

Extract from a letter to a friend.

......The messiah experience is available to you. It is a human experience, a culmination of learning, of life revelating awareness, a maturation, a graduation. It is but one path in a magnificent branching tree of paths and it is not nessesary to restrict the role to a single soul, for all may ultimately share in the experience. While it is of the highest of paths, with many potentials for error, it is no more or less valid than the follower experience. Both are equally important for collective evolution and individual development.

Notice there are many paths to the top of the tree to realise the messiah experience fully. Notice also however, as one climbs up the tree and picks ones path the branches get thinner, more skill is required and the risks become greater. A truth as much as a false move may result in a tragedy. Just as the correction may move one (or many) closer towards an enlightenment (in lighten meant). A branch may break from under you and you may hurt your self, yourselves and others on the way down. You may fall but grab a branch not too far down. You may fall and take out many branches all the way down as you flail through the structure of the tree removing options and choices, leaving a limited selection of routes back. You may fall out of (y)our tree completely.

The only option left at times is to learn the appropriate lesson before you climb again, one can become so thrilled by leaping from branch to branch that one forgets how to climb the trunk. It is of different character completely to the lighter branches above, thick and heavy and dense. Yet it is made of the same stuff is it not? And so, through the thicket of free will, we all must choose to learn the lessons behind and before us, or not. To earn (y)our own golden ticket and there are golden tickets available for everyone.

Not learning results in shade at the bottom of the tree and limited views, learning to climb the different sections results in vistas and splendour. Conquer your fear and try for the next branch if you dare. Notice how this tree of life experience has many dead ends, distractions to the side, nice views or comfortable resting places. Many branches lead here or there and many choose to climb out onto them to admire the view; some forget they were even climbing a tree and stay put, out on a limb so to speak. This analogy is beautiful is it not? Are you begining to revelate? Can you feel a lightness to your vibration, a loving sensation within, a radiance without. Have you had your 'Archimedes Eureka!' yet? We May will do soon ......

This Song's For Helen - By Stephen Ross

Image by FlippinFlakes

Once was a girl with furls of curly pearls. A joyous fright, her sight is now my plight. Heart leapt as I reject those swept heaps of tears forgotten. Do I still love her?

Years of fears since she steered her fiery locks toward my jocks rocks. Suddenly judders within gutters, stutters. South went my mouths doubtful pout. She to me is more beautiful, for he made me feel most undutiful. With another was she, have respect, he suspects and so projects protection.

Trapped, wrapped unable to move. Into her eyes grooves which prove I'm so unused to it. Stay quite still until shrill pills of ecstasy drill into my situation. How could I tell her?

I feel wrong writing this song, for it's of love. Yet I wish to shove her man into the gutter, so I may have her. What kind of man am I when I can't put aside my desire? How can it be, that once I be sat next to her I consider acts that lack peaceful slumber.

Oh my god, I can't stop! Thinking about our once locked lust, drives me to desires to hold her in my arms. I once left then lost her. Why did I have to go? I don't know. It seems I needed to leave for Steve. No peace from this ceased creased release. I need repair? I seek her care, not very fair to present partner.

Emotions are lotions, for the notions of past devotions. I'm now locust. Focused on her memory, all I can see is our history, one single night of passion. Full of my own agenda I must surrender, to her choice of boys, for I like him. I like her far more. Her I adore.

Sat like a cat, rapt, internal gasps. Think ice rink, cool your tool fool. She be with he, now deal. Don’t steal her, merely feel her energy. It sizzles within. Every time heart races, crimes chime minds yourself. Heart hurts, wolves cursed, worse is it wurst lurst?

Electricity is all I feel, static frantic romantic desire to retire with her. To my room I assume, to consume her natural scent, my heart spent. Eyes spies each other, does she feel this zoo flu too? Or can her man detect the electric static? Yet ecstasy panics. Should I kill Jack for Jill?

Selfish game! It’s always the same. Am I in lust, a mere disgust, or is this loves emerge once more? Splurge dirge absurd. I'm such a fucking nerd. Relax now cast yourself. Start pure heart and dart yourself. Fart apart the cart of tarts fashions. Dashing flashing passions now rationed.

Give up this unjust lust. For me, to be like the sea surrender, her life so very tender. Seed Deed dead instead. Understand life is grand. Her man stands next to her. Expects to be with her, accepts this is love for her. Pray for her and him, to swim regardless.

Through pools of tools and fools like me. Take glad history, commit to mystery, Gods blistering temptation. Frustration. Meditation. Sacred Station. Contemplation. This dilation shall place your peace. Release your needs, Steves’ greedy geese. For lust within, now dim.

Fleece their peace and grease their needs instead. Adore instead their magnificence. What difference will it make? To me a stayed lake for heavens sake, for them their gems of divinity twinkles. For one sure day, I’d say, I'll find I’m paid. In love, not lusts’ disgusted un-trusted mustard. Be true to you, she and he. For with space_-*-_time will focus divine intent.

Correction made. Directed intention now true, for he and you both, I'm pleased you have each other. I'll keep my eye out for another. I'm sorry. This wrong song is a worry as I fondly hurry. Its clearly unfinished do, as three become free of me. I love you two. At least for me I’m still free to be with He.

This song is, blends mended, for his lens. Now friends, at last cast. This Song is for Helen.

Revelations or Retardations? It's Transpersonal.

Photo by Bruce Bennett

Introduction

You are inside this musical leviathan or mule, depending upon your inclination, so those closest to you have greater influence upon your natural instincts and awareness. And thus there is need of a conductor who coordinates the complete fleet. Who unites the whole and produces a synchronised masterpiece. 

Body

Ships surge forth in battle formation on stomachs full of half digested meat. Or when the time is appropriate Retreat! dissolve the fleets meat, down to percussive beat, Manufique! quite unique! and at times the slow low flow of the peace and the pure given Know, go slower still….. but times is times and there is then-times and there is sometimes. And peace within the rhymes - and the rhymes may go below, both the peace and the snow. And on the rhymes way back up, through the foetal-muck and suck, then emerge to... cluck? Jungle sounds, curious gibbons baiting twine, drinking wine, being fine. ALL THE TIME. But now I know sleek pure flow and how to go from slow below, into the air, which is why I care, so much for you. And You and YOU. So I say good bye my fly sky guy. I’ll come again because I love you. But first a test you’ll be impressed, or me depressed. For Once you know his driven Snow, that’s slow… that’s low…below. You’ll have no fear of steering clear the suicidal. Know loves command it’s not a stand, merely a hand. Clenched like a fist or waving curiously?

Refrain

This is my gift to you. Can one, some or none of you, do something in relation to this piece of work, Inspyrd through heart and brought into focus through ME, my Exspyrd, Stephen or Steve. In relation to all of you and my recent dive into to heaven (and testy step into hell). I am a fisherman and I’m fishing for the stars. My closest friends for a time, But with distance chime. Tinkle, plink. Shhh. Cheep cheep. Shhhhh. Little by little…shhhh. Go back to sleep…….shh. I love you.

Revelation

Blowing wild, making child. Grunts and groans once many unknowns. But now I return with a new ribbon! Once given. Stalig, tights are mights that do glisten. Listen! Could I rhyme when I left you? No! Could I find a rhythm to go, so, slow, or speed it up buttercup? No slo joe. So? I blow! How can it be? This mystery? Mystical chants. Peculiar rants?....----****codes? lodes n loads? Too person-al? Yes I can tell. But we are indeed three. But also know, slo, joe, for you I’ll find, a key to unwind, your own thrown known. And with your skill, which indeed is a thrill. You’ll look behind, and YOU will know you are all small gods. Each and every one of you.

Realisation

But we have a barrier between the See, and the many. And it is this I must learn to re-Press with little distress, if I wish to express myself to you, in beautiful and magnificent wonder. I complete Myself but you complete Me faster. Should I continue?

Cipher

Will you have faith in Self?
To allow the creative wealth to express from within you? St. Eve is Steve and so Steve has three. And you have 4 Amma and IAM is 3. but free steve also has 4 and 5 and 8 (=17 ~ 1+7=?) and it is 8 that is Steve’s destiny. Notice me, for a free key? (?=SHIFT+8) Isn’t it great! Or maybe it’s a frown across your wary crown?

Human Potential

Or are you smiling? I would like to drop by and pick up my camera later. Will you be there? I would like to interview both of you and YOU about me. You knew me at important points before, during and after my re-Activation. Now you begin to see the results. I suspect that I have consciously remembered how to re-capture my own imagination. I need others perspectives to BE a fully expressed me. I can instruct others to increase theirs, or work with people creatively to magnify both their and my own personal latent talent. Wanna share? I wish to offer all I see and BE to anyone who cares or dares to listen.

The Dream - What could it mean? - By Stephen Ross

I woke up this morning, with a dream in my head

A row of straight houses, faces angled with dread

With the exception of one, a most beautiful sight

not quiet in dead centre, rather off to the right

A curved yellow cottage, with hazel windows of pine

Inside a robin red breast, was gently drinking some wine

I'd been down this road, several times here before

So why had I never noticed it, so colourful and unexplored.

The name on the doorstep said welcome, please no boots

I began to get excited, my heart raced like chaotic flutes

I pressed upon the knocker, it gave way unexpectedly

Soft, smooth and silky, not taught and stiff like me

Instead of a door knob, this door was quite weird

threads of delicate cotton, bristled up as I neared

The cotton door prised open, as I caressed its pink lock

A crack gave way gently - Screams, Oh yes! I should certainly have knocked

A light oozed from the hallway, windows shattered with sounds

As I crept gingerly forward, terrified by what I might find.

As I peeked round the corner, a most interesting sight

The red breasted robin was having a fight

I watched with amusement and particular glee

As the bird manoeuvred skilfully upon a blue tree

The branches swung wildly wrapping round robins trunk

As the leaves scattered gracefully, leaving puddles of junk

The two combatants done fighting, collapsed in a heap

Wrapped round one another, no longer able to leap

Having enjoyed the drama, and understanding it dead

I crept from the house, and woke up in my bed.

Welcome To My Blog - The Re-introduction of Moi

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▼For the note on copyright see the last paragraph.▼

On the 27 March 2010 I started to write, for the first time in my life, about a personal experience. In particular I had decided it was time to write about a wonderfully peculiar experience I had had some three years prior in New Zealand. As I wrote I gradually became aware that what I was writing was being influenced by something within myself that was, at the same time, separate from me. I began to have a conversation with it. As the conversation progressed an extraordinary thing began to happen to me, a process began. A process that would change my life forever. 

Past life regression showed to me that it is absolutely possible to access the memories of previous lives. My experience in the 'other place' where I found myself surrounded by a large number of white orbs of gently pulsating light. Each orb was conscious and related to all the others in the group, SO engrossed by the communion with my brothers was I that I was not inclined to recall their exact number. Which is probably just as well...

At this point the tone of my writing changed from the familiar me to something other than me. My Moi...

"....this information is released to coincide with a very carefully planned schedule disseminating the more profound material too soon can be problematic. There are many many millions of souls living on planet earth today. Each of them are at a different stage in their development. Their development can be measured in directly by us by counting the number of souls in the soul group"

Becoming aware of this Other voice for the first time was slightly disconcerting

"who are you please?  please tell me your name how can I be sure this consciousness I am talking to is benevolent? Are you friends with the children's fire? hello? do you know me?"

"yes of course I know you." It replied

"ok then how  well do you know me?" I enquired

"I know you very well" came the response.

"ok that's good" I thought to myself while deciding to follow up with "Then can you please explain why you have decided to start talking to me now at this moment?"

"I am speaking to you now at this moment because for one you requested it while reading the Neal Donald Walsh series of books and for two there is a massive shift approaching and it's coming in fast. The year 2020 shall herald the great disruption and a lot of people are going to have a very hard time dealing with it. Here’s the trick, planet earth is way behind schedule. You’ve got some seriously nasty entities cruising about like they own the planet which isn’t a problem in itself, the trouble is they actually do. Earth was on a pre-determined schedule of consciousness evolution, at present it’s not. What needs to happen is for US to get the hell back on track!!!"

The two letters U and S struck me as peculiar and caused me to ask "Is the capitalised US above us as in all of us or is it US as in the first two letters of USA?"

To which the voice in my head replied "What do you think? Of course I mean the USA. The United States is fucking things up. Or rather not the United States specifically but entities that inhabit the United States. The United States is being controlled by dark entities."

"Ok right, I’m not sure I really want to find out but what exactly are dark entities?"

"Dark Entities are very scary. I don’t want to scare you."

"Ok thanks, but some how I think your going to have to eventually explain what you mean by Dark entities otherwise why show up in my intuition space?"

"Because I’m here to explain to you how to defeat the dark entities without ever having to know how fucking terrifying they are."

"Ok that sounds much better. Shoot."

"Right strap you hats on we’re going for a ride…….."

As I continued to write it felt as though my brain underwent a re-wiring and re-balancing into what seemed to me, to be, unity consciousness. The channels between the left and right hemispheres within my head seemed to dilate and a clear unadulterated connection between both extremes of myself, and all the positions between, was born. This new communications pipeline produced an un-foldment inside me that folded back onto and into itself and emerged as Me, both within myself and without myself simultaneously. I became one with everything and everything became one with me, my Moi and I. I continued to write and the writing went on for 22 hours straight.  

It was a spiritual and mystical experience. At times I wanted to stop but was afraid that if I did stop I would never be able to write like this again. I had never really written creatively before, yet what was coming out was most definitely creative. It was jaw dropping at times, at others inspirational. I was dumping all my fantasies and unconscious frivolities into the keyboard and they were being made real on the screen in front of me. What was once unreal and ridiculous was emerging as significant and deeply meaningful. 

At times it felt frightening, like I was going insane. As this fear started creeping in I would stop writing and review what had just been written. The feelings this produced were beautifully ecstatic coupled with a realisation that what was appearing on the page was, to me, genuinely impressive. I had no idea I could write like this and was so delighted by it that I just had to continue. The writing came effortlessly and didn't feel as if it was really me doing it. Rather that the material was coming through me from another source and I was deeply humbled and grateful for the experience.

I now understand that this source is very much a part of me but a part which, at that time, was quite unfamiliar. A piece of me that I had been unconsciously separated from for a very long time and with which I had only just re-connected. This piece, while essentially me, was in and of itself also part of a collective. Carl Jung once described a collective unconscious. It would seem I had learned to allow a portion of that collective to become conscious within myself. It would appear that I had discovered how to recapture my imagination, my divine self, that which I had set free or lost at some point during or after childhood. A part of me that I still lose occasionally as it ventures off into the misty realms of mystery and mayhem but invariably returns with new insights and wisdom. 

This aspect of an individual is known to me as the Logos and it has as it's compliment the Egos. There is a third component to this trinity and that is the Theos. While Egos and the Logos seem to me to exist at the extremes of human experience the Theos is the central expansive element which is the fulcrum for the whole system, which I call the The Elogos©. Further explanations and details of these conceptualisations will be explored and presented by me over the course of this Blog.

The experience on that Saturday night, nearly three years ago as I write this, was that of becoming whole again, of putting the pieces back together. At times I lose the connection but I invariably find it again and each time it returns with new treasures for me to discern and diseminate. So I have started this blog as a way to share some of the pieces of the puzzle that emerge as the inclination presents itself. I hope you enjoy it. 

Lots of love n hugs 
xx

A Note on Copyright. 

I, Stephen D. Ross, retain full copyrights for any written material which I produce and post on this Blog. Please contact me directly if you would like to use or extend my material in anyway. Certainly credit 'Stephen Ross' and link to this Blog if you intend to use, re-post or publish my material before I can reply to you. I can be contacted at 'inspyrd at gmail dot com'. I'm all about collaboration so if anyone has any groovy ideas or inspiration relating to any of my writing or using it as a base for anything else creatively I am definitely open to letting it grow. Happy daze.