High Water Mark

When the wind whispers sweet nothings into receptive open ears. When the water rushes over the falls and is gently caressed by the streaming river that gladly welcomes it home. When the rhythm of the peace drums can be heard beating in synchronized tune atop the hillock. When the sun peeks through the clouds and shines its golden rays down upon the world below. When the truth mounts a raging comeback and forces its way up from the core to break through the absurdity of lies that have played erstwhile king in its absence. When the greater glory of God reigns supreme over the land once more in all its awesome majesty. When the seas crash and the sky rumbles and the storm mounts and the dawn breaks. When the balance of karma is restored and the shifting scales reveal a heart weighing less than a feather. When the zombie hordes are turned back toward the graves from which they climbed out of. When the devil’s tears are seen as being crocodile in their falsified exaggeration. When the beautiful pearls of wisdom are rescued before being trampled by ignorant swine. When the diamond of truth is brought forth from the cavern of coal to shine a radiant light of infinite wonder upon the outside world. When the perspective of consciousness is awakened and aligned with the Holy Spirit Vibration. When hues of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, violet and indigo coalesce as a prism of perfection to reveal a higher state of order within the psyche. When the cerebral spinal fluids raise up from the root chakra, flow smoothly through the thirty-three vertebrae, and excite the opening of the third-eye. When all the organs and endocrine glands function in absolute cohesion to allow the full understanding of nature to be gleamed. When the pineal pops and lucid dreams take over reality. When the streaming sounds of God’s Opera funnel through the multiverse and arouse artistic impulses far and wide in the soul shards of those who are tapped into the source. When the living energy of raw freedom is personally felt and expanded upon by those in love with liberty. When the high water mark is hit. When the lowdown dirty snakes are stomped. When the regressive institutions that hold back progress are torn down. When religious dogma is reduced to rubble. When the graves of villainous warmongering traitors are danced atop in the cemetery fields. When adaptation flips the switch. When evolution comes out swinging. When change starts heading in the right direction. When trolls are slaughtered under the bridge. When fashion is no longer trendy. When hope springs eternal. When an entire generation gets fed up with the hand they’ve been dealt and collectively decides to hold out for a fifth ace. When the Phoenix rises from out the ashes of decadence, corruption and greed. When the New Age is ushered in by the harbinger of Aquarius. When the water bearer bares all. When the Renaissance Revolution is started in the streets. When the festival is opened to one and all. When the stage is set. When the curtains are drawn. When the actors emerge. When the performance begins. When the game is won. When the effort effects positive results. When the energy spent is reciprocated and looped back around in a closed kinetic circuit. When foundations are structured with high-minded ideas of goodwill. When prosperity is spread. When generosity is all inclusive. When bigotry bites the dust. When prejudice is pacified. When global financial entanglements break down, allowing trade and barter tribalism to reemerge. When oligarchs, aristocrats, royalists and imperialists are locked away in padded prison cells. When keys are thrown away. When money changing banker criminals are chased out of the temple with a whip. When the white dove is let loose. When the second coming of Christ is realized as being an inward experience in which the Kingdom of Heaven is discovered within. When the occulted esoteric arcane knowledge of the mystery traditions is released to the masses. When the foolishness of adolescence is matured from and adult principles are taken up in earnest. When purpose is found. When the mission is straight forward and to the point. When focus is zeroed in on. When the mind is laser sharp. When the heart is full of love. When we all lay down to rest. When the pillow talk is over. When there is nothing left to be said.

Scott Thomas Outlar is a lover of truth and enjoys researching philosophy, psychology, politics, spirituality, and any other facet of consciousness in the pursuit of reaching a higher state of vibration. He also enjoys writing rants, poems, essays, short stories, and prose-fusion screeds covering such subjects. Scott Thomas can be reached at 17numa@gmail.com. Read other articles by Scott Thomas.