I'm going to be posting an ongoing look at my new book In Search of the Diamond Sutra. If you've been following my work over the years you know my dedication to raising the awareness of men about the true meaning of love. My wish through this book, whose back story is human trafficking, is to end the demand for a fruitless love to stave off the nonsense of coupling. Returning to what women intrinsically know about the sacred nature of commitment and earnest trust in our precious quest for absolution is vital. Self-realization and fulfillment do not come from the unsubstantial rhetoric of a failed paradigm whose only truth comes from our awareness of life's true meaning. This has been the only value of this mundane world over the last 17600 years after the mini ice age. Now its purpose is spent, and our recollection has emerged from the recesses of our hearts voicing loud and clear the Diamond Sutra is in-sight. 🌊❤️
Preface
CONSCIOUSNESS
Enlightenment starts with suffering; suffering starts with existence wading into the boundless light and a single breath filled with AUM. Compassion can be found there, spreading its merciful wings, forgiving each pang relinquished from the Heart of Awareness. The commanding view of omnipotence begs its presence as only love can conquer the suffering of all sentient beings. Only through awareness can we unify our assertions to only delve in the name of love for compassion’s sake. There will be signs to guide us, collectively written in the procession, beckoning us to be absolved. Astute awareness is a lover’s only salvation and magnetic resonance to draw truth from fate and destiny carved from eon’s dust. Awakened love resounds in this continuum where assertions can be found, despite all odds, that love persists. Enlightenment is its beacon, and the restitution of Karma is its liberating force. Life and death cannot measure in their resolve as timelessness is not assessed in flesh and blood.
Here lies our arduous plight in a solitary walk on the desert plains where grains of sand outnumber stars. Victory will be there to greet your troubled smile, running toward your open arms in recognition that this weary flight of fancy is not in vain. They have always been there, pinging your cause into the great unknown that seeks the same serenity. They are called soulmates, twin flames, etc., matching your grain of sand orbiting around your endearing perfection, purifying all obstacles. Diligence is a virtue that will eventually guide you to the liberation and empowerment of those unbreakable souls. For now, we have arrived at its shores, focusing on a cause that compassion must conquer, and we await the vastness of impossibility. When this vision becomes clear, the wheel or mandala will rotate, and inside its revolutions, the Gankyil will catch your roving eye.
And all of this for love. The love that your deepest heart has always sought to drink, taste, and embrace like an oasis under a burning sun. This is the conflict with Consciousness that must be steered by the heart or will succumb under its myopic inferno of vehement vacillation. We are here to live life fruitfully in our altruistic nature of divine compassion preserved in our actions and integrity. Pleasure and suffering give our higher selves the opportunity to explore the impermanence of mind, to better understand the cause and effect of the natural universe for awareness’ sake. A romantic destiny and the epitome of love starts when that discovery of self is complete. Then we must merely nurture our capacity to give and receive love. When love meets love, you will look into the eyes of your inseparable minds with flawless intensity, déjà Vu, and flashbacks of a complete understanding that you have arrived home.
There is a word that cannot be identified in letters. It drips in a form that is only characterized by the etchings made inside your soul. It is exemplified in the shapes our eyes perceive, and our lips recognize in those moments that seem to be everlasting. It’s the simplest of words, a sound that speaks in realms only the ear of the heart can understand. Where urges surge in a visceral propensity that blissfully rinses in the warm undulating waves of the eloquence of hedonic heroism. This word is uttered in rapture, right before a woman reaches the lips of a man for the first time, in a rich coo whose sultry sound begins at the origins of breath itself.
There is another word that cannot be identified, somber black piercing at the very essence of compassion’s cause. It strikes its keys, thundering in heartache, making those indelible impressions burn into everything that life stands for. A simple word brimming from a breath inhaled so endearingly, gathering the sum of the very depths of precious despair, its ringing sphere elucidates immaculate innocence. You wish never to acknowledge this word because its meaning will haunt your every second, every breath, every heartbeat. This word’s absence in our lives is a terror that swells in a crushing wave that crests over a scornful moan drowning in tears. AWARENESS There is only one precious word I wish to hear I wish to bless the air rippling with the threads that make up my soul. A familiar word beyond bravery that dares to speak so clearly in a language written in mantras, euphoria, and rhapsody. No imagination can determine this one word that makes no sound at all yet is profoundly moving. This word comes without enunciating a syllable but is clearly and instantly translated in every dialect ever spoken. My heart quivers, anticipating those ripples christening my ears, my heart, my soul without warning. I know its essence will come intimately, like a faint whisper, a nuzzling breeze, graceful, singing in coos only my heart can recognize. A priceless, immortal resonance made by unfathomable emotions coated with feelings that can only be described as “love.”
Mournfully, I rest here on this transitory granite boulder hurtling through a space-time continuum, absolving my possibilities to couple again in a love divine. What you read here is my voice, which will never be heard in the worldliness of this mundane reality where mankind has been led to run amok. Its reverberations are only meant for this other world of frequencies that sleep under the breath of every reader. This is my indulgence, my quest, to rinse once more in the euphoria of immaculate love. A love that dreams of touch, joining loins, and surrendering to complete coupling that fulfills our only cause. This is a world where my precious voice exists as my worldly voice is swept away with a caution that steers me toward my savored truth.
I am certain that in the beginning, perdition’s cauldron spilled and split the oval grains of united souls. Their frequencies slowed down to the speed of matter like granite tumbling through eons until they arrived on time’s firmament. This is where nature gathered to swirl and dance until life was ignited and sentience became aware. Gradually, those awakened identities coalesced, and entities emerged in perpetuity’s unsolvable riddle. Sentience is a temporal anomaly whose cohesion is made with four forces in the universe: electromagnetism, weak nuclear force, strong nuclear force, and what is known as the weakest, gravity. But something else is wrapped in existence’s fibers. It is this word we all hear without sound that carries the mightiest of gravity, supercharged in electromagnetism, and moves the dualism of light and dark toward truth.
Time’s sand must tumble in insurmountable folly until humanity’s weight can be measured by the size of its heart. Gravity tugs in ebbs and flows, making sure the chaotic currents of humanity’s unfolding story discover again the heart of matter itself. Eventually, every longing story seeks to rediscover its cause, crossing time’s treacherous peril just to face fate. I’ve always seen this stellar cause hidden in the stitches of violence as well as joy, dancing in patterns, showing us the map to absolution. Their suggestible truth is the divine love and the key to recognizing our indelible reflected pathway to a destiny we must unravel. Only then, after a myriad of lifetimes, is the lock undone, and the fabric is viewed with knowledge and wisdom. That’s when we find ourselves in a procession of synchronicity, rejoining grains, united, marching through the eons echoing love’s magic voice.
Look for the enviable highlights in darkness that etch the outline of your holographic rainbow body. There, you will find this story called “The Diamond Sutra” and clearly view this fleeting world. It is like a star at dawn, a bubble in a stream, a flash of lightning in a summer cloud, a flickering lamp, a phantom, and a dream. Here, in that realization, self-awareness becomes noble, blends with omnipotence, and dissolves into nothingness. The signal of truth rests in obsidian’s vastness, shed by oblivion, witnessed in the cradle of existence born from emptiness. Follow your amazement into divine manifestation, beckoning those rainbows to sing the coos all hearts recognize because they are made with love.
Please indulge my lonesome lament as the passage of time forgives tomorrow’s bridges to a course once laid. I wait patiently in the sub-zero recesses of a sated heart now frozen in that clandestine oblivion. My persistent love, crystallized, and wrapped in copper, has become a receiver for those signals of ardent love. I silently listen with throbbing pangs barely noticeable in hopes of hearing the ping of indestructible truth. The chasm of loneliness closes moment by moment, and the burdens of delusions cannot be my failure. Love’s voice always fills this goblet I hold steady for two to sip its ambrosia. I am merely wading through the helium of timelessness, sure as the diamond I am pressed from. This fateful page must turn with compassion’s notations, and existence’s essence unveiled. I hear its quaver in this insurmountable plight whose only strength is to heal this chasm. Love is the builder of bridges to close those needless gaps and embolden courage to act beyond a choice to cross over such a bridge.
The shimmering, pixelated Gankyil, known as the “wheel of joy,” swirls within the fractals of consciousness, whose delve is suddenly stirred. Awareness is rising like the sun to probe the infinite cosmology of our mystic invisible abode. Compassion resides in a multi-dimensional state of Chenrezig. Simply put, awareness’s home intermingles with impermanence radiating in the ten directions and direct enlightenment. Consciousness gathers these revelations that shower like tinkling silver lights of perception reflecting off awareness’s mirror, reminding it that love exists. Uncountable recreations rapidly bind the edges of time itself, made from the diamond’s perfection. Only awareness can serve consciousness with fate or direct it to seek some sort of restitution in what it fathoms. Impossible as it seems, a monolithic eye perceives our woven reality, crossing frequencies where ideology comprehends its omnipotent awe. Compassion’s overlooked substance emerges from oblivion with our first experiences of awareness to soothe a perception that there must be something more to life.
A HUMAN
Spiritual revelations are reborn when they’re conjured up, the likeness of self. Those “AHA” moments recall a mission spawned in time’s tightly woven fabric. Yet, these experiences are derivatives of ancillary particles of lifetimes of memories that flicker like sparklers in the blackest of nights—merely a fleeting gathering outlined in rekindled awakened perception that reminds us we are here. Questions arise surrounding what is, how it was, and what might have been. They swarm like bees around the godhead’s floundering sensibilities, attempting to make head or tails of where “here” is. Awareness then observes the collective swirling motion through the Gankyil’s energetic primordial indivisibility and sees directly into the eye of divinity’s absolution. Here trust stands unbroken, three divisions of the whole emerging from emptiness. Lucidity reclaims its singularity, which rings loud in the emerging void that eventually engulfs us all. Embodiment encroaches on substance encoded in the Gankyil’s realized circle, transmuted in culminating fragments aligned in reality’s cyclone, which it observes.
Body, voice, and mind rise unified like a cobra’s head in a continuum of illuminated particles that consciousness graciously invokes. Energy is manifested, impregnating and interpreting itself, resonating like a jewel of perfect harmony in thoughts and forms aroused in a single mind’s eye. Currents now flow in discrete correlations in this swimming sea of consciousness where the many and the one conspire together to find their tendrils of identity.
Suddenly, one pulls away from oblivion, skipping on tides, scurrying mindlessly, transforming darkness at the fringe of existence to tug at compassion’s hem. Flagrant passages of time stir, swirling, gathering sands down to the nape of life’s hourglass to manifest as human again. It is here where each grain finds its resting place stratified in Karma’s web of desire and attachment. Identity pushes through the heaviness of void and of starless nights to surface in time’s blanket. It enters a subjective alliance where immortality seeks deliverance by love’s guiding hand. Awareness in a sullen pregnant pause. It realizes what ceases to be and what has climbed out of the emptiness are one and the same. Yet, consciousness beckons, forsakes, and abandons awareness. The realization now moves with stellar winds drifting toward a cause of casual existence, flooding the sails of our souls with courage bound for home. Hope is an aroma soaked in the blood of faceless crimes and consummate dares to send these bits of light out into mortality. Hope’s perfection haunts and taunts this cause along the unfathomable edges of time. It resembles all these impressions left behind by will and mindfulness. That’s where my soul emerges, collecting a form from formlessness in a tidal expanse spanning time and space, starting with that gyrating dot of awareness from oblivion.
A breathless forbearance hovers in this still moment, counting falling droplets of exultation, sweetening the tears that flow like rivers of bliss. These disparaging gaps beg to be filled with clamors of happiness reverberating against silence pinging our names. Each degree shaded by heaven’s faint recollection is overwhelmed by light when its shadowy past simply disappears. Ensuing heartbeats replace the absence of sound, and our miracle returns from dust, swimming on immorality’s deepest ocean floor, restlessly struggling to surface. The graceful ocean currents part their murkiness, allowing these effervescent particles to breach its crest and scurry for a gasp of oxygen. “Thy will be done,” as the ocean’s wave rushes toward these winsome shores, delivering the reward of life in material existence. Still, inside each tender heartbeat that deciphers tragedy, lonesomeness, and love’s cause, balance and connection must have gravity. The randomness of infinity where miracles prey magnetically, resonating toward a resurrecting whole. This repeating conundrum of near misses in the relentless regurgitating tides flawed by the perception of Karma, whose ends may never be sought but can only be surrendered. It is how complete randomness gets defined, and only then does a divine alignment see its source, and the course is reset in our collective, formidable stone as one.
Divinity rests underneath the hands of two innocents determined to send a message rippling across the many seas of this world. Their bolstering glee is set in motion by dreams and visions beyond a sweet youth that seeks no explanation. Playfully, they exert their winsome praises and race boldly in their ignited imaginations of visceral cerebral assertions. This orb is insignificant to the vastness of wills whose intentions are set before birth into our magnificent, material universe. Small bodies dare to wade out into the waters of absolution to declare truth’s inner voice. Without hesitation, tiny hands tap on the surface tension of this earth’s gift of life. “Meant to be” is the only way to describe this moment when their cause is sent like a lightning bolt through the waters’ thread: “Where are you, my love!”
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