A strange path

[Dekalb_Blues]

.... So began my journey with no faith in myself.
I pursed a new path ....
I was always wondering why am I here? on this planet.... I felt like I didn't belong here? I was different? ....
I could either go down two paths: continue down a path of certainty, or a leap of faith....

Information is not knowledge. Knowledge is not wisdom. .... Music is best.
-- Frank Zappa

 
Where are we going?
Where are we going?

In all my waking days of wonder
All my ways of wrong and right
With all my dreams of clouds and thunder
I wander down this path tonight
All these dangers of destruction
Fill my breath with life and light
I drink it deep and think about us
On this path tonight

This path tonight
Where will it lead me?
Crumbling rock and stones on fire
This path tonight
You better believe it
'Cause I'm stumbling to my heart's desire
On this path tonight

I try to answer all the questions
I try to question all that's asked
I try my best to be myself
But wonder who's behind this mask
I'll take care of all my problems
Comfort in my soul's delight
I may not know just where I'm going
But I'm on this path

This path tonight
Where will it lead me?
Crumbling rock and stones on fire
This path tonight
You better believe it
'Cause I'm stumbling to my heart's desire
On this path tonight

What will I do with all these feelings?
Will my heart behave tonight?
This time is not like any other
Will I flee, or will I fight?
No one knows just how I'm dealing
With this heart that's not for hire
It's got me rocking, got me reeling
And I feel like I'm on fire

This path tonight
Where will it lead me?
Crumbling rock and stones on fire
This path tonight
You better believe it
'Cause I'm stumbling to my heart's desire
On this path tonight
Where will it lead me?
Crumbling rock and stones on fire
This path tonight
You better believe it
'Cause I'm stumbling to my heart's desire

On this path tonight
Where are we going?
Where are we going?
On this path tonight
On this path tonight
On this path tonight
On this path tonight



Funny coincidence how the seventh density (relative to us here in the third-going-on-fourth in this octave of realities) could be considered the primordial beyond-density or zero source or infinite ∞-source or original "home" from whence a new octave of densities (unimaginable to us; we can barely imagine the one we're in!) would merrily emerge from the seeming utter chaos of pure unpolarized potential into the strictly timespace-ordered  realm of sheer form itself, forming the next octave up on the grand cosmic keyboard...  what inconceivably majestic music is being played at this Parnassian level, by what grand player?! (Fleeting image of the One Infinite Creator running endless Jerry-Lee-Lewis-glissando up keys) http://www.lawofone.info/results.php?q=o...0&l=30&o=r


Lost in cheap delirium
Searching the neon light
I move carefully
Sink in the city aquarium
Sing in the key of night
As they're watching me

Take me somewhere we can be alone
Make me somewhere I can call a home
'Cause lately I've been losing all my own

Wrapped in silent elegance
Beautifully broken down
As illusions burst
Too late to learn from experience
Too late to wonder how
To finish first

Take me somewhere we can be alone
Make me somewhere I can call a home
'Cause lately I've been losing all my own

Take me somewhere we can be alone
Make me somewhere I can call a home
Won't you take me home
Won't you take me home




http://www.seekeraftertruth.com/idries-s...ing-story/  Fun fact: in certain traditional cultures (as reflected in the characters in their age-old stories, and in many of the fairy tales based on them, now current in the West) the transcendent human psyche contending with every sort of material-world impediment to its full expression is commonly represented by a beautiful down-to-earth woman, innocent and pure-hearted, unjustly beset by all kinds of evil attention and attack by the wicked...


One day I know
We'll find a place of hope
Just hold on to me
Just hold on to me
Walk tight, one line
You're wanted this time
There's no one to blame
Just hold on to me

(Come on)
And I'm right on time
(My love)
And the birds keep singin'
And you're right on line
And the bells keep ringin'
(Come on)
And the battle is won
(My love)
And the planes keep wingin'
And I'm right on time
One day there'll be a place for us
(And the girl keeps singin')

I walk, I wade
Through full lands and lonely
I stumble
I stumble
With you I wait
To be born again
With love comes the day
Just hold on to me

(Come on)
And I'm right on time
(My love)
And the birds keep singin'
And you're right on line
One day there'll be a place for us
(And the bells keep ringin')
(Come on)
And the battle is won
(My love)
And the planes keep wingin'
And I'm right on time
One day there'll be a place for us
(And the girl keeps singin')

Now is your time
To follow through
And to read the signs
Now the message sent
Let's bring it to its final end

(Come on)
And I'm right on time
(My love)
And the birds keep singin'
And you're right on line
One day there'll be a place for us
(And the bells keep ringin')
(Come on)
And the battle is won
(My love)
And the planes keep wingin'
And I'm right on time
One day there'll be a place for us
(And the girl keeps singin')
(Come on)
And I'm right on time
(My love)
And the birds keep singin'
And you're right on line
One day there'll be a place for us
(And the bells keep ringin')
(Come on)
And the battle is won
(My love)
And the planes keep wingin'
And I'm right on time
One day there'll be a place for us
(And the girl keeps singin')
(Come on)

One

(My love)

Day

I

(One day there'll be a place for us)

Know

(Come on)

There'll be

(My love)

A place

Called

(One day there'll be a place for us)

Home


Hello, RaxOr! Your post prompts me to muse over the question, Why are we here in this kind of puzzlingly complex, all-too-often punishing polarized reality? Some lyrical musical metaphors suggested themselves, as just waded through. Some prose follows: There's an old joke -- Man sees another man banging his head against a wall -- asks him, "Why in the world are you banging your head against a wall?!" -- second man says, "Because it feels so good when I stop..."  Source is the original unity, that divinely superior ineffable One which the well-informed Ra, Q'uo, & company are always banging on about, Law-wise -- the dynamic "home" from which we chose temporary but very real exile, and bravely individuated into mere amnesiac retardate fragments of our true fantastically sentient form, so as to be able to visit this impossibly constricted, inertia-filled place of maddeningly opposed force and counterforce, of "service to others" visional heart versus "service to self" blind reason... the tumultuous agony and ecstasy to be found here we live out to the utmost with our very beings so that by contrast we can better understand more of the infinite variety of mysterious being to be found in serenely enigma-clad source, and from the furthest possible point away from it, against all "reasonable" odds, in the face of all our human fallibility, and against every kind of opposition, still recover enough of a sense of who we actually are so as to confidently recognize, through love, the signs of the self-evident way back "home" deeply hidden (to the loveless) in this world's dense mundane matrix.   


In every state, the Heart is my support:
In this kingdom of existence it is my sovereign.
When I tire of the treachery of Reason--
God knows I am grateful to my Heart...
--Persian Quatrains of Ustad Khalilullah Khalili (trilingual; Baghdad: Al-Maarif Press, 1975) pp. 22/23; quoted in Idries Shah, Learning How to Learn: Psychology and Spirituality in the Sufi Way (London: Octagon Press, 1978) p. 17.



B. Bros. -- "Sweet Home Chicago" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-_KkgPRo4wA
Flying L.'s -- "Interstellar Demons From The Future Make Themselves At Home (The CERN Song)" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s_Hap_1aoZY