My apologies for being a stranger of late, but life sometimes gets in the the way. Lately, I have been feeling very disconnected from the world. I have spent this time reaching deep within myself trying to see beyond the veil in hope that I can gain a better understanding of what is real in this world and what is not. Breaking free from the 3d matrix is not an easy task and yet I feel more confident than ever it can be done. It’s a journey and I am grateful for this higher understanding as I am beginning to see clearly now and will return soon with a more enlightened perspective on many things.
In the mean time – I felt like sharing my ALL TIME favorite poem by Rudyard Kipling – Enjoy and much love and light to you all!
Blessings to you!
IF
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
THE SPLENDOR OF IT ALL 