In the (opening) woods they found one, and another. Unforgiving landscapes of former trails had left them withdrawn, yet anxious – to awaken (once again). Life, in description of their past, was (partially) possible in terms of anticipating realized dreams. Then, to spite transitory evolutions, they ran through an enveloping forest – into eternal paths of embracing possibilities. Trials of time had judged, ruled, become circular fates, as if it was a natural passing of dates. Yes, theirs, “for [many] a season,” traveled darkly – while Hope, the survival key, lent shelves selfishly. Though separations (directions) had moved them among similar destinies, here, beyond the (fading) trees, they would truly meet.
It was a search (so to speak) for everlasting youth. Following, came mornings of ever-spinning truth. Two drank current instants together — conversed with the sun. And she softly questioned reason: “Of this, what will become?” He answered passionately: “Truth is forever done!” In that presence, Light shone upon reality. Cups filled with wonder, they began to reach. She smiled with the glowing (of their newfound peaks). He listened, soared, and returned – without retreat. A clearing welcomed each dawning; these paths were beyond defeat. Two (who were wandering) grew in acceptance, in fulfillment, of what (more) would (promisingly) be.
In relation: EdgarCayce reading 244-2, October 18, 1926 ~^~
“Man” (humans) did live much longer, previously (BC), of course. For [extremely] serious (spiritual/virtuous/cumulative) reasons, many tides, rhythms, and (formerly) set seasons were changed – that “what needed to happen” would be fulfilled.
And then, through following centuries (previous, and after AD), there were declines – before new increments, allowed/opened by progress began taking place.
Now, (after having witnessed exponential risings over two hundred years) in this place (and span of time), there are returning possibilities – for refreshing awakenings.
Matters (simply) of science and medicine (earthly/etc.) (still) do not answer, fully.
Now (as in far-distant pasts), minds and spirits may embrace (once again) hidden, yet there to be found, areas of growth – where, though (in this realm) we are not presently immortal, our ages may reflect/mirror what, for thousands of years, seemed impossible.
[Coda] Re: “Right About Atheists”: Your teaching along these lines (chaplains, atheists, and so much more) was wonderful to read (experience). How often are possibilities for advancement (growth) shunned – in/from the face of unwavering rigidity? “And for those of us who choose to believe, the energy was the Presence of God.” A percentage of atheists refuse to even consider this core question: is there the slightest chance of being wrong? Moreover, among the most (seemingly) unlikely (to them), could another consideration have a “mere” moment? : is there a great chance? In either extreme, or, through a centered balance, “a flight from the freedom that is waiting” does not have to be continuous (to shocking realization – once in the afterlife). From earthly groundings, where their present wings are illusionary (though that is unbeknownst), an opportunity still exists for winged journeys – beyond the figurative.
In further relation, Robert Wright’s “Why ‘New Atheists’ are Right-Wing on Foreign Policy” (from 2009) came to mind. Confronting a particular stance (“People are survival machines built by natural selection”), there was a conclusion: “Most important, there is considerable doubt that the experience, by way of an atheist (then or now), would leave him/her denying God’s (‘Higher Power’) Existence.”
The latter and former is not intended to extol in any negative senses. Instead, this comment/reflective summary, overall, is meant to represent a level in which your collective effort inspired.
09/04: “Sweet Lorraine” & “Carefree Highway” [In Love )))>
Everyday of the week, I’m in a different city
If I stay too long, the people try to pull me down, you know what I mean?
They talk about me like a dog, talkin’ about the clothes I wear
Stone free, yeah I can’t stay
I got to, got to, got to get away
Yeah, turn me loose, baby
We were blessed as though in heaven
We were messengers of joy
There were angels all around us
There was none who dared destroy
Victims of the fury
Shadows in the dark
Victims of the fury
Arrows found their mark
Then the world collapsed around us
And the tables overturned
We were lambs before the slaughter
We were driven out and burned
Gonna Be More Suspicious
Feeling low down and dirty
Just like a dog without a bone
Oh what happened to my lady
Better get her tail back home
Gonna be suspicious, more suspicious from now on
Too much howling at Big Yeller
Too much growling at the door
Too much running round in circles
Won’t be kicked around no more
Feeling low down and dirty
Getting me mad as hell