What About the World Around Us? The Age of Reason?

This sound track is by the Australian singer John Farnham, it is called ‘The Age of Reason’.  I feel the rhythm of a higher call asking us to stop and reflect.   It is time to lift your head out of your books, your study, your computer and distractions and to turn your head and look around you.  For this is what you have created.  Is it reasonable for the next generation?  Love of course is the answer, not just of those intimately around us but the strangers walking past.  As a World Peace Clown I see the beauty in every face, how could I hurt someone else when they have dreams, they have feelings, they have a family, how could I take from them when I so love to give to them.  Do I do nothing as it is not my fault? Or do I take responsibility for my World? Love heals, reveals shares and cares. That is how love feels when it is real.  I am standing on the mountain and I can see a fork in the road – a future paradise or a race to the bottom?  Do we wait and just see what happens, or do we think deeply about how we can apply wisdom to turn this earth ship around? I have already turned mine around.  The world is waiting on your answer.  What do you choose? Time is running out…

THE AGE OF REASON MELTS INTO THE GOLDEN SEED OF ENLIGHTENMENT

The tension rises,

The tempo of our times is aligning,

The dove tail wags the dog,

Many can feel the changes in the air,

Many know we are moving towards a target,

A finale,

For this is not target practice,

There is no hit and miss,

Only choices of where you stand,

We either hit the bulls eye or we miss out,

For only the camel can move through needle,

As love is the ocean not the wave,

And the great wave is crashing,

As it must reach the shore to fully unfurl,

To discharge all energy and become still,

As awareness brings this peacemeal,

The white feather floats gently to the ground,

A silent reminder that the white eagle,

has landed.

Is reason denial?

Is intuition imagination?

Is the end final?

Is silence peace?

Is the white noise a blanket or a wall?

What is the toll we pay for our blindness?

Do we have time to turn back the clock and start again?

To sit together and rise above the gossip,

For islands of automation are not a productive nature,

It is to find your nature in what is truly productive,

And this is the lost civilisation that finds itself,

Sustaining space and drawing new lines in the sands,

Of time.

For it is time to think through what is human nature?

Is it violent or peaceful in stature?

Do we worship statues of war or peace?

For to know you are full of peace is to know the door,

To see only darkness is the worm hole,

Moving out of the dark closet

fears what is behind the door,

For one can become stuck between a rock and a hard place,

Concealing your greatness and seeing only foibles,

The shadows defining grose gargoyles frozen in tormented calls,

Carved memories etched into rocks and climbing walls,

For fear is the dictator which asserts it is the right call,

It is safe, secure, powerful and controlled,

Where the ends justifies the means,

For this is the screen from which fears are projected as an unstable World,

For the projector is the real source of disinformation,

misdirection,

redirection,

It is the mind made self that imagines George Orwells 1986,

Yet it is time to look in the mirror and face the shadow,

The unowned parts of Self that retreat into denial,

That blame the other for one’s woes,

Rather than taking the bull by the horns to really know,

To see creeping fears a reflection of self fear,

To find it is not real,

To look at life square on reveals,

The cracks and where we need to heal.

The age of reason is the season that asks…

What is reasonable?

What is feasible?

What are share options?

Who are we in this concoction?

Where do we go from here?

What do we fear?

Who will we become?

And in this question is the fun,

that changes everything.

So make favourable changes,

Rearranging our understanding,

Is to stand under yet above,

From bottom to top,

For all change is at the grass roots,

A table top mountain,

Turns the table upside down,

Turning another page,

To write a new chapter about the next generation

coming of age,

For this is the reason we are here at this stage,

In this final age,

We have lived the full colour spectrum,

We know the past,

We created the present,

Now it is time to meet the future,

As reason fades with awareness,

And this is where stillness speaks from zero point,

To find a new world is within reach of the key but there is no lock,

And this is why we teach children to move to the next epoch,

From what was the Age of Reason unfurls until exhaustion,

Unveiling the new light which frees the Golden Seed

of Enlightenment.