Val enjoys writing prose in rhymes by always leaving a message of a life truism in each piece.
To different folks spirituality means a different thing, and I won't go through the whole list of possibilities. Rather, I'll keep my focus on how I am experiencing it, which is something that I want to share.
At this point I honestly don't care how "outlandishly weird" it may sound to anyone reading it -- while some of you might even relate to it.
Namely, in my case it appears that I haven't been developing my spirituality, but my spirituality has been developing me. Pushing me ever since childhood to read in a marathon fashion, to explore my own human essence and its unused potential, to observe the world in what has felt like an insatiable thirst for inner expanding of my intimate world.
Now, anyone even superficially familiar with the tenets of quantum physics must know about so called principle of entanglement which connects everything in this universe in a subtle energetic realm.
This connectedness may also refer to the cosmic consciousness, and further to incarnation of souls from different cosmic civilizations scattered around the deep space.
Connecting my belief in existence of such far away -- but spiritually inseparable -- civilizations with my belief in reincarnation, I just intuitively perceive a reality in which some of those E.T.'s out there might reincarnate on this planet. The existence of savants with outlandish abilities, as well as geniuses of all garden varieties, gives me this hint that there are humans with at least a partial genome that is not of this planet.
There are none of those special abilities that I would ever claim to possess, and yet, there is this definite feeling fromever in me that I am not completely "from here". I may not be particularly smart old fart, but just smart enough not to spot anything "pathological" in all this -- albeit a shrink would surely try to squeeze my "spirituality" into one of his pet theories.
Looking at the world's affairs, even empathizing with people, I see how my very technology of thinking is so different. Just can't believe the stories coming from the daily news, and it's not merely a difference in positions, but an altogether different vibrational base that generates these kinds of reasoning in me and in them.
And more than anything I can't fathom why people are choosing suffering over happiness, since happiness is our natural state of being. Our very biological dynamics is only possible due to an incredible harmony orchestrating life in us.
Indeed, if our body cells were thinking and emoting the way we do, we would perish shortly after babyhood.
Well, in this wish to share all this, here I go with my three pieces of my rhymed prose depicting the above topic. Who knows, maybe some of you can relate to all this, but never wanted to talk out of a concern not to be shunned -- well, one concern I don't really have at all.
Maybe there are more of us souls laboring to cleanse ourselves by spirituality from the contamination of the world's stupidity. Future may tell more about what some isolated cases hinted at through history.
Just a Piece of Science Fiction
Following is nothing but science fiction stuff
yet something that makes me quite amused
but I can't make it appear convincing enough
if it looks I am trying -- I hope to be excused.
They say E.T. souls may reincarnate on earth
taking human forms with some human genes
so such a dude would feel strange from birth
but now hey, feel free to laugh, by all means.
It must be a sheer coincidence, but that's how I feel
like dropped down from far away place like Mars
my entire life never felt like regular human deal
the world fromever looking like one big farce.
Not talking about some introvert
in a corner of his lonely life curled
whose mind, dissected by expert
revealing "unadopted inner world".
And even less it's about some schizoid type
replacing reality with his own odd version
all absorbed by a science fiction hype
wallowing in that deep immersion.
But as far back as I could trace
I always secretly felt I didn't belong
even though loving the whole human race
but with hunger for alternate truth being so strong.
How many of others may feel the same
while keeping quiet just not to appear odd
science fiction, or not, you give it your name
but not all of us feel as "children of a same god".
Illegal Aliens Within Our Own Skin
Who are these intruders in our personal space
demanding respect with one common voice
bunch of crazy authorities with no face
imposing their will over our choice.
Ever since our babyhood they started that invasion
like a chorus of dictators with language so strange
parading around our life with suggestive persuasion
while demanding our intuitive unfoldment to change.
If they could erase our fingerprints and DNA
they would do it making us a robotic clones
as they have already done in their own way
creating a race with no will and backbones.
We are all sacrificing sheep to deities of the herd
programmed to believe that we have a free will
duped into coexistence paradigm so absurd
stimulated to argue, to intimidate, and kill.
Illegal aliens in our own skin
tell us what to think, feel and do
calling our self-loving a deadly sin
preventing what in our heart feels true.
Altruism is fine when our genuine will remains intact
when our true identity is shining through our love
when we stay fully conscious in each loving act
not modified by unwelcome authorities above.
Alchemist of Mind by Inner Call
My quest is about feats mentally untried
be it a new discipline or new meditation
always inspired by life's mysterious side
seeing whole reality as my own creation.
Letting spirit's light in mind's unknown
I keep discovering what else I could be
feeling the least lonely when I am alone
for then my love is divine for all I can see.
With fine-tuning my instrument every tune sounds good
and like zen master would say, all the world is inside
so I never wait for mercy of some optimal mood
creating new portraits of world I've never tried.
Yet, on certain level I'm just another aging dude
not that alchemist of mind for all others to see
I picked my social image as best as I could
blending with all on this pretending spree.
For everyone is selective at their self-revealing
their most intimate truth secured in a safe hide
coming out with standard repertoire of feeling
trying to be well recognizable from each side.
That's where I make some clumsy excursions
into this world of interacting by prescribed rules
watered down into some of my many odd versions
dressed in costume of wise men, or costume of fools.
© 2021 Val Karas