rarified ether in Book of Lies.....

To the naked eye everything seems the same. Sun rises. Moon traverses the night.

The masses are everywhere and we live pressing flesh against flesh. We consume our Earth yet the echo of the unseen has become a murmur. There are shadows darting in and out of view in the physical world but like many diseases it goes undiagnosed.

Brushed aside as a temporary state of sadness or a moderate state of depression our inner voice dies a slow death. Antenna’s are down so we merely see the universal silence as internal not eternal.

But it is not is my belief… I sense the batteries are dying and the radiance has no energy.
Some believe they are a radiant being. I believe we are radiant beings.... a choir of voices that are interdependent. Spin on your heels and look about. What does the minds eye see?

Ye of voice yet blindness see
fare not well in blackened sea
devils tail speared deep in thee
echoed scream, an unheard plea

Seek strength in others and search for the voice unheard.