The war you wake to has you compelled to think and compelled to fix. The brain remains active working on solving the world while being Hell bent on pondering, Hell bent on being Heaven sent. The agreement to play and the fixation to compare this human warfare has begun to wear. I see my soul leaving the clutches of this material prison and those who witness are blinded by judgment and fear of self-realization. Stepping out of your skin can never be easy as you feel that you’ll become a disabled amputee, injured in combat with your self-righteous mind. Yet the only way to be free is to agree and stop the search to find. There is no set path, there is no way from here to there. From A to B is just a standpoint as you think you are separate from the horizon. I challenge you to see that the sunset sets in you and your brain fathoming still has no clue. The mystery is not separate from me to you, we are but the same and from one source governed by an unknown force. We can stand in our beliefs and stand in our strongholds strategizing but the cache treasure of awareness doesn’t live within your Kingdom walls. It lives in everything and in everyone. Let down the draw bridge and let your enemies in because they will be that which allows you to love unreasonably. The battle of Heaven and Hell remains in your thoughts which are but programmed notions of what you call truth. Like any war or battle you know it is over when silence takes over, for the soldiers of thought now know that the bloodshed has ceased. Silence your minds, let down your swords, let down your guard. There is nothing to defend. Live as if you’re dying, die knowing you have lived. We protect what cannot be kept. We pretend the glass will not shatter. It’s only a matter of time before death takes you over and then you’ll see that we all were a big cosmic joke acting as if any of this mattered. That we mattered. You’re free to create and you’re free to explore. Who would you be if you weren’t you? What experiences would you have and who would you have conversations with? How would you express yourself and who would you lend a helping hand? These questions are what I ask myself and you’re free to ask your own. Just remain in the game and it play it to the last second, with you is where the story will set its tone.

-written by Eduardo Flores