It is impossible for Light
to compromise with Darkness
Darkness is devoid of Light
Those with some esoteric
knowledge of this Virtual Reality
Are aware of disguises of
entrapments and that everything feeds on others
Knowing traps and still
falling into them
Is worse than being unaware
of the baits
Deceivers will say what you
want to hear
And lead you further from
the truth
Those laying traps for
others are more culpable
Than those who are
unwittingly snared
Those who know, yet
willingly walk into the traps
Are far more insufferable
than the ignorant ones
Yet the result is the same
And all are accountable for
their own actions
Being told is one thing
Quietly knowing is another
Psychic abilities, riches,
worldly success and fame
Are not testaments to
spiritual advancement or goodness
Psychic powers usually wane
as people age
But, unlike humans,
Meraendians' power
Once activated, matures with
age
We are on standby, ready to
evacuate our own
The charade is over
All have been accounted for
but one
Just looking for one more
Very few truly know
Divine purpose must be
experienced and lived
Rather than rationalised or
told
When one draws closer to the
Divine
One can truly hear, when one
is still
The very personal interests
and baser instincts
Begin to diminish as one
begins to turn introspectively
Instead of actively
enhancing one's ego and seeking worldly achievements
It is not the long
meditation, the pious fasting
The strict vegetarian diet,
the yoga
The outward appearance of
spiritual advancement
The empty utterances of
love, harmony, compassion and positive energy
That bring one closer to the
Divine
The empty vessels who pray
in the streets
Already have their rewards
The Divine sees through all
If one feels the urge to
impress
It is better to “impress”
God
Than to impress one's ego or
anyone else
The heaviest rain
The hardest wind
The hottest fire
The worst flood
The hottest sun
The strongest earthquake
The greatest tsunami
Are but precursors of what
is to come
These are not punishments
from the True Light
The whole Virtual Reality is
breaking down . . .
Each has to walk his or her
own path
No one can walk another's
path
Ultimately, nobody can carry
another
The deceivers and bullies
have nowhere to hide
All the systems are breaking
down
The time is near
No one really knows who the
Rescuers are
Except the Rescuers among
the Meraedians
Others pretend to know and
arrogantly attach labels and tags
To cover their own
deficiencies
Those who truly know, need
not brag
They speak as it is
Real time is taught to many,
surreal time is known by few
The time is coming where
everyone left will be ducking for cover
The true ones will inwardly
know to retreat and simplify their lives
Instead of parading and
pandering to their egos
The deceivers and the
deluded ones will panic
The ones who have sincerely
waited
Will be joyous and comforted
Truth will prevail
Answers may elude
But the heart knows the way