The Beauty of Peace

I’m looking down, on the green and blue,
With clouds above, between me and you.

The beauty of this place called earth,
It’s plain to see it now deserves,
An end to all this war and dread,
Redirected to pure love instead,
Angels work by our sides,
To put an end to earth’s decline.

Stand up for oneness,
As we’re all the same,
Beams of light from where we came,
The source of life that’s all around,
Energetic realms dimensions found,
Shifting between the beams of light,
It’s time for all on earth, to fly.

The balance of all life on earth,
Will be returned, as it’s now deserved,
To the peaceful surroundings in which we live,
Harmonious melodies of love will sing,
Between you and me, and every living thing.

A flotilla of angels, will line the streets,
With cries of peace, as their lights released,
Time on earth for angels work, to come to an end,
When earth is served, with eternal loving peace,
In the hearts of all living free.

No longer exists, any pain,
Just love vibrations, for all to gain,
The time is now to stand together,
There is no storm we cannot weather,
Join the light and shine it bright,
Over the beauty, of the green and blue,
That will soon exist, with love that blooms.

Written by Jason Petch 30/11/14

Earth

Brightest of Days

I reach out my arms, wide to embrace the sun,
In kindness it hugs me back, I fill with warmth,
My life is ever full, numerous my loving friends,
This world of wonder, affirmation of infinite joy,

Bring me, even more of these days,
Bring me, more of the wonders of life,
Bring me, sun filled days of your warmth,
Bring me, the overflowing joy of love,

My heart is so full, this model of most loving world,
More than ample harmony, restful peace abounding,
I’ve struggled, ever reaching out for a calm serenity,
Only to discover it, here within me the whole time,

Another of the sweetest of days, this my great journey,
Flowers all in bloom, savour teaming life surrounding,
Years go by like seconds, bringing the awash in memory,
Creation plays the tune, we dance to her caring grace,

Bring me, even more of these days,
Bring me, more of the wonders of life,
Bring me, sun filled days of your warmth,
Bring me, the overflowing joy of love,

See the smiles, painted on faces ever raised skyward,
Unceasing cycle, all in bonds pared as two being one,
Feel the caress, reaching out to you and holding firm,
And when day is at end, new night wonderment begins,

Equality and respect, from the minuscule to universe,
The music will never end, knowing it plays on for all,
walking free, ever complete within envelope of unity,
Come walk along the meadow, build the strength of life,

Bring me, even more of these days,
Bring me, more of the wonders of life,
Bring me, sun filled days of your warmth,
Bring me, the overflowing joy of love,
Blessings, easy…

 

And what of the Jyn. A continuation of The Journey of the Great Ice saga.

In a time so far back as to be lost in the dust of times past there lived two greatInuit civilizations referred to in these writings as the White Jyn and the Black Jyn, for these are the titles given to them, titles given by the very few peaceful tribes surviving them, and living in what would later be called Tibet. Very little of life of any kind survived meeting of either of the Jyn long enough to learn what it was they named themselves. The Jyn were quite simply the most war raging groups of human beings ever to exist, and having reached a very high state of science and engineering their war prowess was intimidating indeed. so the White Jyn and the Black Jyn warred, slaughtering each other to the very verge of extinction, sweeping all life away before them in their combined madness for superiority and control. Any other life form, upon finding itself in the way of their onslaught, including the peaceful Peoples and tribes of the eastern regions, soon perished.
And so thus it continued for hundreds of thousands of centuries, the Earth becoming more and more poisoned but the weapons of the Jyn, both nuclear and neutrino, being shot around like a child using a slingshot and pocket full of rocks to knock cans off a fence, all life fading more and more, until the Earth had reached to point that the Jyn both decided to reach out for something else. They put their mighty technology to work and amassed a mighty space Armada, both travelling to the planet we now call Mars, at that time a teeming planet with liquid water, and an atmosphere of mostly carbon dioxide and methane . They set up bases on opposite sides of the planet and them started to work building huge atmospheric processor plants and habitats including the engineering and construction of crop growing resources so as to be ready for the coming of the rest of their Peoples. SpaceShip(crashed Jyn Space Ship)
Yet even as they worked to do these things they warred in orbit. From the White Jyn base on the face of the Earth’s moon, a mighty new neutrino weapon was created, something that scared even the White Jyn. But they immediately moved it with their fleet to attack the Black Jyn on the base on the Martian moon. Even though loosing most of their attacking fleet the White Jyn launched their weapon and the explosion lit the very universe around them, knocking the Martian moon out of orbit and into a new orbit much closer to Sol, creating what we now call today the planet Mercury. And though a great conquest, because of the destruction of the Black Jyn base and much of its fleet, at a very high price indeed, for most of the White Jyn fleet was lost too., and worse, by observing  and analysing the attack, the White Jyn still on Earth immediately began to build the same type of weapon again for themselves. While the White Jyn constructed their most deadly of weapons the war in Earth orbit continued between the much reduced fleets. Shear misses dappled the Earth moon for the rest of eternity while the two enemies continued to fight. The new weapon ready, a shuttle carrying it launched for orbit and a final strike at the Black Jyn, but as it climbed a Black Jyn fighter came screaming into the atmosphere and destroyed the shuttle which allowed the weapon to fall back of the face of the Earth where it detonated upon impact, sending shock waves around the globe, and shaking the Earth to its very core, and tilting it permanently on its axis. Over 98% of the large animals were instantly killed, and very few of the smaller ones survived.
As for the human species, few indeed were left, and those were basically in the far east, and those of the Jyn that had been shielded in their mysterious great structures. Whole continents were torn apart or shoved together creating a whole new Earth, The whole of the weather patterns changed, An Ice age began building and moving down from the north further challenging the survivors in the east. The White Jyn found themselves in a water poor land limited environment, separated from others by what was now a great sea, while the Black Jyn found themselves on a very large separate continent made up of a multitude of different climates. No where could you find living the greatest of animals, all dead and gone. And still, the battle in orbit continued, and now word came from the Martian colonies, war had begun there too. With the gratefully limited and subdued Jyn on the Face of Earth, peace was almost a thing of which once dreamed, for their great cities were gone leaving no trace, and almost all of their technology as well.
The peace-loving tribes of the east made it a ritual to go out each night and watch the battle overhead, noting that it lessened and lessened night after night, and at long last it seemed over. Had they been able to go up into space and look, they would have seen the last of the great fleets in pieces, drifting slowly toward the Oort cloud or the rings of Saturn. The peaceful tribes spent their time learning how to survive the changes in their world, while their Elders set about to organize a structured way to retain and teach the nature and history of the tribes, including but far from limited to the spiritual and mystic rights held for so many thousands of lifetimes. The Elders worked with the children each day teaching of respect and love for all things, and of walking the path of the Tao. Those that showed an above average talent in some temple oriented task were invited to become temple disciples, leading to their advanced teachings. And so it was one night about 200 years after the last sign of Jyn fighting high in the sky, as one of the Elders and a young child sat out enjoying a beautiful clear night the 7-year-old child said            “Grandfather, I feel something terrible is going to happen.” The Elder asked what is it you feel is going to happen my young friend. The child didn’t answer simply pointing a finger up into the sky at a bright blue star. And as he and the Elder watch that star suddenly flared brightly finishing by turning red as it dimmed going almost dark. The Elder asked the child How did you know this was going to happen young man, and what is it that we just watched? The child while still looking up at the now barely seen red dot answered “Well Grandfather, while practising meditation as you all would have us do, I found myself flying to another place, and flying over that place I saw many of what you have described as the Jyn, only they had none of the flying machines. They were engaged in a mighty war using lumbering ground machines and truly terrible weapons. All of them had strange masks upon their faces and somehow I knew the air was fouled in some way. As I drifted across their sky I came to a place where those on the ground were constructing a long sleek weapon that would be flown against their enemy, a terrible weapon Grandfather, I could feel it’s evil. The world slipped and suddenly I found myself flying above the other side, and below me I saw that they were constructing six of the same type weapons as the first, only slightly smaller. And the whole time those others on the ground kept fighting, and Grandfather I noticed something else.” What was that my young friend? asked the Elder. The child replied “Every time those on the ground fire their terrible weapons a bit of the sky around me burned, it burned Grandfather, then everything seemed to slide again and as I floated in their sky I saw the larger terrible weapon burning up into the sky on 4 tails of fire, and at the same time all of the weapons from the other side of their world burned their way into the sky. They passed each other heading for the assembly places on each side of their world, and Grandfather, it was terrible Grandfather, as you also saw. A whole teeming, living world burned out into a wasted dead red rock. Nothing at all left living, oceans gone so that not even vapour, all the teeming waters gone in that instant. A whole world Grandfather, Gone.” The Elder squatted down next to the child, and taking him in his arms gently hugged him while saying you have done well my son, you have done well.

Unnecessary Man

The river’s tent has broken, the last fingers of leaf fall
Clutching and sink to wet bank, spring anew winds come
Dancing and swirling across snow gone landscape, unheard.

Liken nymphs splay in the fields.

Sweet streams, run softly, till I end this my song.
With no empty bottles, sandwich papers, or rot,
No silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends
Or other testimony of Man’s disrespect.

To which the nymphs would depart, their spirit no more.

And of man and his friends, heirs of cities for dark,
Let them depart and be gone, the Earth miss them not.

Easy…

Life in a new era

 

No matter the trials, life endures

No matter the mistakes, life will learn

No matter the need, life will give

For in working through the trials, strength is found

And in the making of mistakes, knowledge is gained

For living in need, understanding becomes as one

Therein life continues to grow and prosper…

StormTree

Iron Eagle Dream

Drifting high on the swirling currents, I felt the chest muscles rippling as sweeping wings carried me aloft. Blood pumping through massive arteries bore oxygen gleaned from the rarefied air by powerful lungs. A furnace…an engine of infinite power and complexity, a man, a mount, and strangely something much more than all, the great Eagle soared effortlessly through the day.
Minor alterations, muscles tensed, sinews relaxed. A glance, subtle movements…and the flight changed. Almost randomly or at a whim, entire worlds slide by. Realities distort as the great bird plummets nearly to its destruction, only to scream in joyous ecstasy and climb back to the heights—simply to do it all over again.  It is chaos unleashed to any observing, but actually tightly, precisely controlled, a dance of intricate design, influenced only by the dancers, the flowing passion, and the stars above.

And then there’s the music…

The dance is accompanied by deep, glorious, intricate harmony that emanates from the power of the universe itself…or perhaps it comes from deep in the soul. There is very little difference between them at the moment.

Overwhelmed with the beauty and passion of it, so caught up in the gestalt, so absorbed by the music, I didn’t understand when the first ice-cold flash of pain threatened to spin me into unconsciousness. It happened so fast I wasn’t sure it was really even there.

The second slashing white-hot agony left absolutely no doubt.

Drifting high on the swirling currents, I felt the chest muscles rippling as sweeping wings carried me aloft. Blood pumping through massive arteries bore oxygen gleaned from the rarefied air by powerful lungs. A furnace…an engine of infinite power and complexity, a man, a mount, and strangely something much more than all, the Iron Eagle soared effortlessly through the night.

Minor alterations, muscles tensed, sinews relaxed. A glance, subtle movements…and the flight changed. Almost randomly or at a whim, entire worlds slide by. Realities distort as the beast plummets nearly to its destruction, only to scream in joyous ecstasy and climb back to the heights—simply to do it all over again.  It is chaos unleashed to any observing, but actually tightly, precisely controlled—a dance of intricate design, influenced only by the dancers, the flowing passion, and the stars above.

And then there’s the music…

Peace and Love,
Easy…