An overblown weekend, now leaves me to collect.
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The dual forces of nature, are bound in synchronous transgression.  Ever present as the pendulum of good vs. evil, dark vs. light.  Some would believe this state of being, known as Earthly existence, is the battle grounds.  Near is the blissful state of creative-conscious ascension, as is the destructive-downward spiral into the burning core.  Serving either as pawns to the gravitational pull of resistance, or rising forces on the waves of a radiant evolution. 

Throughout history there is a flux of energy.  No constant but change.  An ongoing pull-and-tug between forces.  The grand scheme of historic events, showing rise-and-fall.  As righteous reigns rise with rage, revolutionaries ride-on reeling rebirth.  Social uproar.  Human implosion.  War-time explosion.  Creative expression.  Peaceful suggestion.  For after the dust does settle, so does society- once more.  Into a new way of weaving the world amongst the ruins of those fallen before. 
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Challenges present choices to be made; actions to be charged, amongst inevitable conflict. 

Our point of release is just beyond.  Within reach. 

Yet with so many hurdles still to be cleared, the path does provoke a solid state of mind- to truly begin.  Dropping all inhibitions, and charging with capable pace and plentiful breathe.  Flowing full force, no hesitance.  Rather than leaping over planks, flying over canyons.  Taking the simplicity of the action, to a grander vision of ultimate success.  Repeating the dream of mustering the proper motion, until you are dream-walking with conscious mind.

Willing strong in slumber… Waking soul-force at dawn.

Recently, there has been a decay forming unto our surroundings.  Challenges posed: might we stand by and let falter- or stand up and give stature? 

So we’ve filtered the residue.  Demanding the halt of pollutant energy, amongst a stream which is so steadily and clearly flowing on.  We have been dammed, and altered course upon such an occurrence.  The means of our ways have not wavered.  Though been perceived in different light- as an alteration naturally brings questioning. 

Change is a dominating factor of life.  Yet, the normal expectation is to stay the course- consistency being key.  I have never found this true to the tale of history.  Either ebb and flow, or reckon with the upheaval.  Discord is bound to be, your action or reaction is what defines the outcome.  Freeze, Fight, or take Flight.  Choice resides in all matters at hand. 

“Commitment, Community, Change” have always encompassed our basic principles for the course we’ve set to follow.  The vision we aim to uphold.  The way in which people latch on, light up, linger, loom, and fall… A pattern mixed with false pretenses, or true beliefs.  Amongst all the rest you will find the “light”, which energize all “up”.  Intuitively abound the midst of mess, those bright souls will resonate purely– no questions, just knowing.

Bless our union.  Rare Gems of this Scattered Realm. 

Be Well;
In Harmony!

(Unified|Division was an online alias I first used while playing Warcraft III.  As with every nickname I’ve chosen, this holds deep meaning.  To devise a union, there must first be an awareness of the division in union.)

People and their self-sabotaging circles. A depressive wave of emotion envelopes their every thought, and actions thereof. Leading on into a vortex of nearly inescapable “reality”. Such feverish folk will push and pull, as “misery loves company”.

Will-power is all one needs, to harness the power of change. Being of an energy all your own. Encompassing the greater phenomenon of powerful declaration and self supportive tendencies. While those outside bodies, dwindling in their despair will harp at you– pleading for recognition, in their feeble acts of self-deprecation. A daunting pull for those of us conscious of our own, yet still holding heart for those they know. Though that knowing can be used to separate oneself from the harmful fouls of anothers’ plague.

If someone does not hear your words with clarity, their mind is cloudy. They create the world surrounding. Down to the weather they summon in their weighty presence. It’s all a state of mind. Although one can impact another, it is an individuals ultimate choice– to be, or not to be.