Phase Shift to the One Point

When tired, breathe, be thankful, smile, and recover with the swiftness of grace-inspired divine light and energy – that was the original title on this free-flowing, existential, apocalyptic, prose-fusion piece, but it’s a new year, so out with the old, and in with the…

Here comes the radical shift in perspective we’ve all been waiting for. Here comes the anarchic ideology based on evolution and enlightenment. Here comes the utopian future seen in the midst of today’s chaos. Here comes a new wave upon the old tide brought before the high council who check the tea leaves after giving a Tarot reading and observing the astrological alignment as compared to the numerological configuration in the skyline. Here comes beauty from above. Here comes nuclear devastation put on hold. Here comes laughter in abundance atop graves of sublime sorrow. Here comes freedom gained through flag waving laid to rest. Here comes a night-time absolution agreement. Here comes a deal being struck between all parties in the midnight hour.

It’s like a vaporized translucent glow-in-the-dark amalgamation of all the pretty neon colors. It’s like a gaseous transmission being emitted from the single source to each individual soul. It’s like the truth finally emerging after a lifetime of lies. It’s like a cork in the bottle shutting out all the static. It’s like the Holy Spirit Vibration making cymatic frequency alterations as the sound waves conglomerate and coalesce to center around the urgent need for love. It’s like ancient water crystals regaining memory from Atlantis and buzzing with primal super power proclamations of resurrected divinity. It’s like pseudo scientific theories taking a nose dive and splashing into the Pacific. It’s like a better view forming after all the obfuscation is cleared away. It’s like a storm of rough turbulence being put at bay as the swift winds of change settle down and welcome in the new day and age.

What to say? Where to go? Who to seek? All the same basic questions rise as all the elusive answers drift around in the ethereal mists… until… it’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s a surge, it’s a splash, it’s a line in the sand representing a powerhouse rendition of new focal point abbreviations in time and space. The vacuumed continuum explodes as extra dimensional subliminal allusions fly to the forefront. Volcanic undertones bubble beneath the surface, gathering strength, gaining wisdom, garnering courage, before erupting forth to burst the baubles of the trinket hoarding, money grubbing, power craving bastards. Interstellar bends in the gravitational field subject the citizens to a demonstration previously unknown of. It’s a truth ray turned on, given free reign, and let loose to savage that which cannot stand the heat. It’s a large change in the way perception reacts to worldly events. It’s a letting go. It’s a release. It’s a better method by which to exist… maybe… sort of… perhaps.

Forgive them Lord for they know not what they do. My people are destroyed for a lack of knowledge.

So many people are highly educated in the acclaimed institutions but haven’t really learned anything of vital importance. Ignorance abounds. Arrogance pollutes the environment. Many absurd theories are created and crafted in the expensive laboratories of excess, but, having started on the wrong track, there is never a proper direction in which students can turn so that the straight and narrow path can be reached. That which should be sought is never actually plugged into the equation. If nothing honest is ever sown, how can anything decent ever expectedly be reaped?

Follow the Christ Consciousness and know bliss in this lifetime – thus say some. Sit under the tree and meditate until the emotionless nirvanic paradise of Buddha’s detachment embraces you in full – thus say some. Drift upon the waves of dualistic, dichotic energy, fluxing and flowing in the eternal Tao River – thus say some. Put a bomb in the infidel’s car, sit in the backseat, wait for the boom, and you’ll receive forty virgins in heaven – thus say some. Follow the illusory ways of the world and you will only find sorrow and suffering – thus say some. Get yours, make money, fuck all, it’s a dog eat dog world out there – thus say some.

There is no leap of faith necessary when choices are based on personal experience. Play the game. Do your best. Roll the dice. Let it ride. Leave off from the judgment and hatred. Come into the Light of Love.

Let the madmen go about their insane projects. Focus on the world you want to see emerge. Let those that seek destruction destroy themselves. Zero in like a razor sharp blade on the idea of creating a better environment in which to thrive after the scum are dead and gone. Silly rabbit, tricks are for kids. Silly fools, you’ve done it all to yourselves.

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. You can also watch and/or subscribe to his YouTube Channel Read other articles by Scott Thomas, or visit Scott Thomas's website.