"EXPOSED" IS DEDICATED TO
My Friends of spiritual nature who
have steadfastly held my hand as I have walked through the hallways
of life into a room with a brighter view
Thank You.
In the midst of
my chaotic life of semi-madness (perhaps total madness to some)
I have once again been prodded by my reoccurring dreams into writing
yet another booklet that is filled with concepts I either understand,
or, lack the strength of spirit that would be required to enact
upon and indoctrinate as a lifestyle….how frustrating!! However,
seeing how this is now the third booklet to be written of this basic
pattern and theme I am convinced that my writings are influenced
by a touch of divine intervention.
If this is the case I highly doubt this will be my last adventure
in writing. I can honestly now say I don’t mind because I am certain
there are big events of life coming my way that I would not want
to be ill prepared for.
OOOOOOHHHHH!!!!
The way I came about
the name of this booklet “Exposed” is self-explanatory. I expose
myself, my passions, my anger, and at the same time expose the state
of humanity through our eyes and the eyes of the unseen. In completing
this booklet I have learned to accept the fact that I shall never
again be the man I was. This may be a good thing. We will see!
Forward
I feel fortunate
to encounter a soul who has the bravery to share his thoughts and
feelings. Pale and powerless paper becomes a sacred space where
Andrew bares all - not necessarily to be heard so much as needing
to express through writing; and so we are blessed with these words
of wisdom. His writing is rich and generous; such is the gift of
these pages by Andrew Louisy. - Elizabeth Neef
* Special thanks to Tawan Harris (proofreading and inspiration),
Elizabeth Neef (proofreading/editing consultant), also Ron Sisson
and Mary Beth Snyder (proofreading, editing, typing)
Exposed
Cognizant, yet not focused
Aware of my environment, yet feeling lost.
Standing, awkwardly center stage succumbing to sensations of being
dissected......
Exposed
Universal lights encompass my being, yet I am not blinded.
What I can see has form but no shape.
There is a multitude.
An infinite presence conveying a message of absolute truth.
Silent sentinels of supreme awareness that move
individually,
yet exist as one.
I can move, but if I am to flee
where could i go that they (it), couldn't find me.
Amongst the various spectrums of light i stand steadfast...
Exposed.
There is no conviction or malice from the many.
Just truth.
That alone is unbearbale to me.
Naked truth.
Although I have pressed my eyes tightly shut,
I can still see "all" with terrifying clarity.
I am being inundated with cosmic knowledge
beyond my reasoning,
then battered from a barrage of visions
of various episodes that had occurred in my life.
Episodes I had chosen to forget.
Episodes that bear a serpent's head
with a vulgar, forked tongue that prods my conscience
to a supreme state of awareness.
A state of knowing which appoints me, myself, and i
as my own judge and jury
in the court of life I stand...
Exposed.
My truthful acceptance of numerous personal verdicts
varies the spectrums of ethereal light to softer hues.
Colors of compassion and understanding
tht vibrate my senses to a higher level of being.
In a weightless bliss,
free and unencumbered, I glide through the cosmos
upon infinite fragments of light...
Exposed...
Reality..... The Grand Illusion
Say the words “Abra Cadabra” to make
the rabbit come out of the hat. That can be amazing. I am hard to
impress. To me, it would be truly amazing if nothing was on the
table when the magician first appeared on stage and when he said
Abra Cadabra, a rabbit wearing his hat appeared.
By no means am I trying to demean the art and skill involved in
magic, I am simply an individual who wants more out of life but
finds it difficult to assimilate what with what we view today as
reality. Based on these facts, I believe this is the cause of any
negative tendencies I have. I truly have a different thought process
than most people.
If it was my magic show, I would have a rabbit, attired in a tux,
walk out on stage carrying a hat that the rabbit would pull me out
of! I think this will help you understand how out of place I am.
In spite of this perpetual struggle, I still view life as a magnanimous
gift from the sources intentions, but I have got to wonder....at
what point in mankind’s history did we choose to make the
magic of everyday life a stage show of illusion and exactly how
much magic were we all capable of? To know the answers to these
questions would be truly amazing!
Sacrifice
I believe the average person in
our North American society has a selfish attitude concerning the
act of sacrifice. Perhaps this is due to the fact that sacrifice
hurts then humbles. In retrospect, sacrifice cares for, then enhances
those who understand its essential purpose.
By and large the expression “timing
is everything” has bearing. There comes a time at moments in life
for sacrifice. Perhaps anticipating enacting upon these moments
preserves spiritual strength. Don’t ‘have to let go’…’want to let
go.’ Don’t measure your losses…acknowledge your gains. Positively
embrace sacrifice….positively enhance yourself.
In The Flow
We are
in the flow.
through love and understanding,
we have grown.
Together we
enhance ourselves.
Your patience
and trust,
is also mine.
To stay in the flow
with someone
like you
is everything.
We are true beauty.
What we are
naturally,
was meant to be,
in the flow.
To The Best Of My Knowledge
To the best of my knowledge
It is knowing that keeps you growing.
Some would say
It’s best to weigh
Each situation
As it comes
But others view it differently.
If you are not haunted you proceed undaunted,
Deception
Stops redemption
To a higher state
of living.
Intuition should shield integrity.
One shouldn’t feel remorse staying on course
Let your concern
Be what you learn,
From existing
day to day
There is peace in wisdom
It is yourself you offend when you pretend,
And your spirit dies,
When you live in lies
In Truth, you find
The knowing.
The Source
I know the truth
Of an infinite force
The Heart of Creation
I call it the Source
A pulse of forever
The Source has no end
The core of existence
On which all depends
The Source defines many
But remains as one
Embodied perfection
The power of sun
The Father of Spirit
The Mother of Soul
Providing pure light
The Source directs all
So let it be stated
When Earth was created
The Source had a definite plan
To counsel and rule
The Earth as a school
For the spirits in woman and man
The Source has a palace
Where all things must balance.....
So balance your life if you can
Let love be your guide
Feed the light that’s inside
To return to where all life began.
8.Everyone Is Selling Roses
A bouquet of beauty smelling sweet.
A cornucopia
Of rain bowed delight. Thorned stems guard the
Ornate crown, adorned with majestic leaves. Easy
To sell, easier to receive……..so everyone is
selling Roses. Roses promise sacred dreams, that
Greet romanced intention. They commend victory
Yet to be, or reward successful out come. Their
Impact is great as one or in a bunch……So
Everyone is selling roses. Eventually
Their blossoms brown, their
Majestic leaves whither,
And the perfumed
Odors fade
With the
Color.
What
Is
Left
Is a
Stem
Of
Staggered
Thorns.
With
Prickled
Motives
Of
barbed
intent
…
…
Every-
One
Is
Sell-
Ing
Roses.
Higher Purpose
Forlorn is my sanctified flesh that
Speaks freely with spirits
I am the rock that was crushed
By feathers
For cosmic knowledge vibrates
To no end.
Past the limits of any
Flesh endurance
Scaling me raw whilst on the hook,
Only to be thrown back
To the slough.
And through the murky depths
I see clearly,
That whilst hunger looms,
Sustenance cannot be found.
So painfully lost in yearning,
I circle about.
Forlorn is the sanctified flesh,
Lest it be serving a higher purpose.
Semblance of Order
This piece is being written to calm the fears
and doubts of anybody facing uncertainty that leaves them feeling
powerless. I can assure you of this...you are not powerless; you
are simply being ineffective for moments. The nucleus of certainty
is to come to terms with your fears and to enact upon your difficulties
with a common sense approach. Easy to say, how easy is it to do?
As long as a person remains a stranger to their inner voice, nothing
will seem easy that requires common sense action.
I know that I view certain individual’s
lifestyles and ponder upon the secret of their apparent ease at
handling situations that appear to be difficult. However, inner
turmoil does not always rear its ugly head to be shown to the public.
Therefore, the lifestyles of the rich or famous do not insulate
them from the occurrences that are experienced by the lost and frightened.
Their wealth or fame simply provides them the opportunity to disguise
or void at a conscious level the futility of many of life’s
trials.
If you want a common sense way to surmount difficult
periods of transcendence in life, recognize one fact; We are not
flesh with spirit, we are spirits with flesh. Knowledge of the spirit
is knowledge of an ordered, common sense approach to understanding
and dealing with your current level of existence. Acceptance of
this knowledge of self brings calm to any storm. It is my hope that
all will survive the storms of life with peaceful dignity.
Because of You
I see... light in the darkness
I feel... hope in disparity
I gain... strength from adversity
Because of you
I laugh... because it’s healthy
I learn... from your guidance
I grow... with you patience
Because of you
I trust... in humanity
I love... without expectation
I touch... just for the sensation
Because of you
I fly... without wings
I sing... without words
I live... without regret
Waterfall
Flowing free
in heightened glory,
sacred tears
of Nature’s bliss,
trickle down
steep rock faces,
or seep from cracks
and mossy crevices.
Eventually....
they pour through
rock bed channels,
created by the elements
through time,
to meet with
rapturous gurgles
of delight.
Alas,
creeks and brooks
become streams
and rivers,
that surge forth
with rhythmic swells,
and dancing peaks
to breech
a ridged valley’s end,
then cascade
through scattered mist,
as a windblown
whitened sheet,
in weightless descent....
And where
the fall ends,
a churning pool
with a billowed surface,
roars out
resounding notice.
The placidly,
the flow
moves on
with an empowered grace,
to languid pools
that gently lap
against the pristine shoreline
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