The Epic Masterpiece

To undertake writing an epic masterpiece is no easy task. Or is it? What if we deemed the hardest challenges set before us; from the discovery of the solutions for our greatest crises to the endless rise of the true architectural beauty of creation, are all in fact effortless. What if we have been mistaken at the core foundation of our very existence in how we experience our world?

The problem before most of mankind, is they think they know a lot. And they think their knowing is scientifically valid. They also forgot how much they think, and just get lost in thinking; ever so outside the world of being. At its very nature, this multidimensional imbalance is found within the lack of presence in ones awareness directly facilitated by the construct of separation.

So if we take a moment to sit with a metaphorical picture of this separation, the first word that tends to step forth is that of the ego. For the separate self is creating a world apart from the Self. It is attempting to mimic source within its own point of creation. In some sense, this is a trick of the eye. The finest optical illusion put forth upon the earth plane. For there is only one source. So why not align to source? For in that flow, connection is infinite. Ever relative, but infinite. Thus separation is only a concept of the illusion. Yet ever so tangible for the mechanics of manifestation bring forth what we truly choose. Many continue to choose just that.

What if we choose to let go of the separation? Consciously, fully, in totality… For to will thyself to surrender to thy presence is of the highest. It is where the masculine, meets the feminine, in divine union. The sun meets the moon, and eclipses the heavens. For the marriage brings forth the ring of light; the very essence of the alchemical container. As above, and so below. And below, as so above. These be the miracles of our true divinity. To awaken to the breath of man upon earth, life upon water, spirit upon air, creation upon fire, that is the gift of a thousand mornings. And then some. Give or take an eternity.

Then there is the simple question: How about we just receive it? …we could just receive the epic masterpiece. As in not thinking about receiving it. But being it. Being the masterpiece. For this is the true story brought before us. Thyself could choose to write a different story. One where they’re the hero, the lover, the king, or even the god. And within all these moments, stories lost within themselves, there is always the inner gate to the presence of all; our complete being amounting to all expressions of creation entangled in totality, ever so in perfect divine order. The Garden of Eden speaks forth of a world within. This be the holy grail of the Self as is, unity at its finest, for the family is home.

From this, we can become any character we like, any story we choose. Because the whole expression is there. We are no longer rooted to the singular identity of physical spacetime, but fluid in the expression of the now. We show up how we show up relative to the moment in the name of beauty itself. That is the epic masterpiece: A state of being that is ever eternal and present. The song plays on and so forth we dance. We do not think about the characters we become, we just allow that to become. The choosing is in the surrendering.

The greatest epic of existence can never actually be written down for that binds the story to time, a world outside of the now. For that masterpiece can only exist in the ever evolving presence of the Self. The totality of our being is only found in the pure essence of the moment. And the truth is, there is no finding or seeking this truth. For it is always before us; always within us. The epic masterpiece is us.