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Welcome to Waves of Guide.

The blog, Waves of Guide, is a vessel that can become full with the visions of our reality.

From an introductory feeling, i feel compelled to write a vision of my own, a young human being at the dawn of the twenty-first century. It is not mine alone. Consciousness is a new-sphere shared by every sentient being on this spherical planet. Therefore, what i am aware of is not in isolation. i begin this blog anonymously, although some information can be found out of my identity. This identity is an ephemeral thing and so, Waves of Guide has no "author." Tele Gram is only a symbolic signature of awareness.

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Why do this miming of self-identification outwardly, with our names, birthplaces, stories, the "first" dream-like memory? These are our fundamental anchors to a place in existence with solidarity and assurance. This Self-identification is occurring inwardly as well. Balancing though, an impartiality about our own self, the mind is in a much more fertile state, a receptive state. Identification with our roles choke us as grave weeds to a harvest, aggressively overwhelming our impartial nature of receiving ~~~

Tele Gram is a unit of these kinds of observations perceived at an ascertained awareness of consciousness. Following a thread...

In my outer life, a child born at the end of the 20th century, i could not truly understand the Spirit of my countrymen, and that of all natives of the human race strewn across their tense divided nations, from upbringing alone. Even after 13 years of an American education spanning between both coasts and its southern Gulf. It was not until four years after primary education (some secondary school meanwhile) that I could become lucid enough to see my feet planted in an abundant inhumanity.

From this perspective, the twentieth century i bloom from is much like the detritus of generations of bloodletting wars, two-faced concepts of justice and strange impressions of a false reality. i saw this fearfulness in my family, in my friends, in strangers...but whether a comforting childhood or a whipping, raw one, such gale-like forces of conception create pits that eventually shape our "vessel" to receive knowledge. If our attention remains broad, encompassing the body first and then pulling inward through a hollow, like a breeze, we naturally grow a sense of higher octaves of attention.

Great creatives (observers of Creation) have been born upon this very same planet that you and i inhabit, revealing the objective Truths and Laws expressed within/without it. Ancient schools of understanding kept the heart's feelings and the body's senses on balanced scale with the mind's thoughts. Cartesian logic, which states "I think, therefore I am," is a perception of Creation from a now favored sense, Mind. This example, of Descartes's only "dependable" factor for his existence, became a flagship of science, law and philosophy, one which seems to be capsizing beneath its own weight of leaden epistemology.

The early 20th century saw many observers whose creations represented forms perceived in Great Nature to teach us. None for the sake of the balance our minds and the greater collective rationalism, "science," was greater an influence than Albert Einstein, may the memory of him be Blessed. "E=mc2" was ever present in the late 20th century's media of television, film, and literature. i remember seeing it without understanding its significance in my own childhood. The significance of his general & special theory of relativity has yet to be understood by philosophy, art, poetry and other forms of expression. Physics is only the watershed of such an as yet unreleased deluge. In this way, the general population is still awaiting this teaching's nourishment. Where science and art meet lies a keyhole for our Minds to rejoin a Universal harmony.

This is a hope of my own in humanity, that we may all see in every face a body-mind-spirit in triangular peace.

It is on the eve of our 233rd anniversary of nationhood that i send this signal & invitation and leave the initial "delivery" with one grand, patriotic suggestion: Read Thomas Paine's "Common Sense," our forgotten founding father. January 1776, published. July 1776, Declaration of Independence signed.

piece of a dialogue before this post:

video taken kindly by ABC.