Your “light,” only a shade of pale

     How many “places of light” have I found so very dark…?
     “The miller told his tale,” but you won’t let me tell mine.

More than I can tell you, not of this world…, so many, so many.
So I call you out to see that darkness…, even if you see light.
Believe me it is utter darkness, compared to what I’ve found,
what I found deep within…, high, long ago now…, so precious.

If only I could show you, but each has to find it on their own,
within themselves, each one. - It is not out there in the world,
never has been and never was. - Seekers understand…, they know
exactly of what I speak. - Unmistakable to them…, they do know.

And so it goes for the world in its lost and lonely pursuit,
in sanctimony of seeking truth everywhere but within.
Nothing I can do for them…, for they never look there,
not there deep, where truth is so easily found…, inside.

All they find is a whiter shade of pale…, utterly empty. - •selah•

--RK, 11:30pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 12/19/2015
     How dark is your supposed pursuit of truth…?
     Found in darkness, it’s just a whiter shade of pale.+

I know this struggle…

     …so very well. - ’Been here too long not to.

…this struggle against yourself…, you know the one,
the one you’ve had to fight so relentlessly all this time.
It’s not insurmountable by any means, but you have to decide.
Let it get ahead of you or grab and roll past like in a roller derby.

It has no power over you, but you have to step up to the plate.
Don’t be a victim and languish in its mud of defeat & surrender.
Get up right now…, make up your mind! - You know it’s true.
Don’t let it get past you this time…, but ya’ gotta’ go within.

If you don’t, it’s all been a waste…, of life & regret in time.
You can get past this, but ya’ gotta’ stand up beyond the “norm.”
That’s right, it’s all within…, deep within…, always has been.
You’ve always known this inside, but never figured it out before.

I know this struggle. - It’s nothing new to seekers.
But this struggle will never be entered into by most,
for they have never keened for nothing less than truth.
Surely truth is the staff of life at all levels…,

…but you can never tell them that, not as they
engage in other struggles not worth the stamp of life…,
…dead while yet they live, self-made zombies…, roaming.
This is the “zombie apocalypse…,” all the lost ones. - •selah•

Go within…, for “pursuits” otherwise have no meaning…, at all.+

--RK, 10:21pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 11/10/2015
     The linked video shows Cristina depicting this struggle.
        Take the journey deep within with The Moody Blues.+

I started young…

     You’ve got to “give me somethin’ more than sad my eyes.”

…with the profound. - Nothing of it anywhere in the world, only
inside myself…, deep within. - I didn’t have to fight as you do.
I didn’t have to fight to go within…, deep, not there…, close.
I knew the voice inside shouting for “somethin’ more.”

“Give me somethin’ worth a sacrifice,” your flesh says.
You and your silence in face of yourself is deafening.
Without hard keening for truth it can never be reached.
That’s what Cristina Scabbia sings about…, truth.

I’ve peeked into conversations you have with you.
I sacrificed this mindless world, without argument.
But “give me somethin’ more than shut my eyes.”
Tell it to yourself, understand and listen because…,

…unless you do, you only close eyes within,
the only “place” anyone ever can find truth,
no-“where” else it exists…, and never did.
Otherwise only your “Dark Adrenaline” calls.

“I’m not alone in this divide,” flesh from spirit.
“(Your) silence is cursing (you) one more time.”
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I crossed the line a long time ago, completely willing,
knowing “where” I was going, high…, deep within,

beyond, far beyond the beyond…, knowing there was more,
something far more than perception, flesh, soul or myself.
Answer your voice, find inner vision in keen of seeking,
looking to find nothing less than the truth…, all else

worth nothing, absolutely nothing. — Notice one thing,
that the dark-haired woman in the chair is you,
also the woman in black over you, also dark-haired.
Come out of your waking dream, grab hold of truth, or

you never will. - “Give me somethin’ more than shut (your) eyes.” - •selah•

--RK, 11:25pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 12/4/2015
     “It starts inside,” so “give me somethin’ more…”+

Ineluctable

     Listen closely, Ben minces no words here. - •selah• - (55m17s)

Flip & Burn

     No, this is not a drill. - Time to flip & burn! - Nine thrusters…

There’s no time left to take your time. - No fencers!+
If you don’t flip & burn now, you won’t make it.
That’s right, hunker down to get deep…, or on high
won’t find you before time runs out…, soon & sudden.+

I had an early start, just eleven…, and you’re late!
Oh, I see, you think this is just another post of mine.
No, I’m sorry, this is real time and live. — Get it done,
or be left behind for oblivion just the other side.

If you’re not runnin’ over light speed before, it’s over.
I’ve been a seeker all my life. - I never found reason
not to be. - But you’ve been a slacker a long time. —
Oh, this is your last call. - There won’t be another. - •selah•

--RK, 9:45pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 11/26/2015
     I heard the unmistakable call late 1964…, just eleven.
        If you think the physical / soul is all there is,
           you couldn’t be more wrong…, I know.+

You need to cry…

     …for something you never have before. — Listen with me a while.

In the linked video above, by Amy Lee of Evanescence (My Immortal),
she speaks to her man but sings to Someone else. — He understands.
I hope you do, too. - Deeply poignant, her song speaks of the ineffable.
Such deep meaning…, revealed only by her keen, unabashed emotion,




speaks great volumes of understanding nothing else can. - •selah•

--RK, 9:27pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 11/25/2015
     Don’t miss what she means…, listen keenly close.+

Clarity beyond focus

     Clarity, misunderstood in this world, far beyond simple focus.

As I pierce Stygian+ darkness in this backwater,
I wonder whether I’ll find another seeker of truth,
one whose spirit is free, unencumbered from youth,
as I was. - I seek not ‘kindred spirits’, but those

who innately knew perception only as illusion, young.
These are the ones I can help, but who had no nurture,
the nurture I was so bountifully blessed with. - So…,
“Where are you?” - Yet, I have found none as myself.

Weary in such loss, I’ve always had clarity…, perfect,
way beyond being in simple focus…, much greater.
Clarity far beyond focus in perception so keen as
to render “reality” only a blur, deeply sad, so dark,



…even in otherwise perceived “light,” …so dimly lit. - •selah•

--RK, 10:26pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 11/23/2015
     I see languish, disguised in deep sadness…, still hopeful,
     but there’s far more, way beyond your hope ye know not of.+

From far beyond the Moon

     “Where are you?” - Relentlessly, I seek you in the darkness.
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       They see, but nothing from within, unknown to them…, alone.
       I see what this world cannot, their darkness, and great light.

Brilliance in the dark, I shine…, but I’m never seen.
Bewildered, I kept trying, but still none saw…, blind.
Brightness in the dark…, I stood back, wondering…,
wondering what caused their blindness…, so profound.

Sullen…, I learned unwillingly, what did.
But I knew I was brought here with purpose.
So I continue for the few…, others so lost,
lost behind relentless bars in darkness, bound,

no windows, free only physically otherwise.
Knowing nothing of truth, and nothing within,
they flounder in the dark, knowing “everything.”
I wish I could help them, but there are others…,

…others who received the love for the truth,
nothing less, who can see in this darkness,
…who can see in Stygian+ darkness, not so blind.
They are why & for whom I am here…, freedom.

They know me when they see me, all others blind.
Others blind I see…, who cannot & never will.
I tried & tried, but only found them unseeing.
So I moved on, seeking only those who can see.

Only they will see…, for they know to look.
And all they seek is the truth in all things,
but only from deep within beyond this world
which will never reveal anything, even of itself.

I’ve seen the frightening desolation of their profound night.
It was something I had to know of in my passing far beyond.
Only then did I understand the utter brilliance I found,
so, so deep and high within…, far beyond the universe.

Come with me, I will free you from all such darkness
unto brilliance of light otherwise unseen…, not here,
your release perfect, nothing unknowable as before.
Nothing withheld from you…, not there. - •selah•

--RK, 11:47pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 11/22/2015
     In brilliance, darkness is known, easily banished.
     So…, from far beyond the moon…, I wait.
     And “[w]here are you?”+

You said, “Get a life!”

     Ohh…, but I did. - •nodding• - I guess you didn’t notice…, sorry.

So what exactly did you mean? --- Don’t worry, that’s a rhetorical question.
By now you know I've had your number for a very long time, most of my life.
It’s you who needs to get a life, but I know you never will. - It’s your way.

You don’t understand me. - You don’t want to, for sake of deceit, and guile.
Yeah, that’s right. - Again, I’ve had your number for quite some time.
Already you choke against my words that nail you where you “stand.”

You’re gonna’ have to give it up…, ’cause it ain’t workin’.
And it never will, never could and doesn’t now…, sorry.
That’s right…, sorry, I always knew it couldn’t & never would.

So, stand up straight like a “good little boy,” and take your medicine.
Swallow hard and drink it down. --- You’ll never be the same,
because your “medicine”+ is oblivion…, truth never to your taste.

I tried to help before, but you simply wouldn’t have it.
All your doing…, none other’s…, just as you insisted.
Nothing I can do now… - You cooked the goose. - •selah•

--RK, 10:25pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 11/20/2015
     It won’t help, but grab an umbrella on your way out.+
     And so it goes with trolls, haters & their ilk (among many others).

“Give me somethin’ more…”

     “Give me somethin’ more than sad my eyes.”

Languish all I see in bright lights…, anguished, so few.
You need to, “Give me somethin’ more than ‘sacrifice’.”
Just between you and me, you’ve crossed the line,
but it wasn’t toward within, deep…, or ever even high.

“Give me somethin’ more than shut my eyes,” …not tonight.
Face who you’ve become, who you’ve been…, never changed.
Change, the only thing between you and oblivion…, ignored.
“Give me somethin’ more than shut my eyes.” - I’m not blind.

“Give me somethin’ more than sacrifice…” - •selah•

--RK, 11:14pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 11/18/2015
     “Give me something worth a sacrifice.”+