Your Heart Is Your Home

Your Heart Is Your Home

This morning it dawned on my awareness that all humans are building a healthy resistance to all modern day religions and all Governments Regimes world wide.

From a similar or parallel point of view, the immune systems of all humans, including all good viruses and cells within all living things, are doing much the same things toward medical drugs.

Take note that all scientific entities originated outside our bodies, our minds, and our souls. They are as foreign and as artificial as they come; relating to pure unadulterated life itself.

As well, and equally important, I noticed that they are all quickly loosing their iron-fist grip on the race of men, even as I write this poem.

Notice how everything destructive toward freedom, and true happiness, eventually becomes uncovered  and exposed to the light. When this occurs, a deep natural desire wells up from within us that aches for their removal. This lends way to a clean world outside. And, no less from within ourselves as well.

This filth can only hide in the shadows for so long before it's true identity and foul intent is seen by the host it infects. Unfortunately, for this witless worn. it can never hide its disgust from its own awareness. This is why it hides shamelessly in the dark. 

Let it be known that misery craves company, this is why it eventually can't resist the temptation to rear its ugly head from its hiding place.

It craves to be worshiped by those it deems lessor than itself,.Which, for the most part, is everything living and dead beyond itself.

If at first it fails to seek out suitable pray, it immediately begins to secrete a poisonous substance with intend to cripple and weaken all life that it touches. 

This substance comes in many forms. The trickiest of them all is false-kindness and the giving-of-gifts in order to build trust for the purpose of opening a doorway into its host.This trust allows it to crawl into your mind undetected where it roots itself firmly.

The human body and mind are not born with evil built in, and never will be. Humans have just been fooled by severe deception and them infected by negative seeds of thought; conjured up by the ones that hide in their dank dark holes they call home.

Evil can only harm its host temporarily by polluting the inner systems and over whelming it with responsibilities and obligations that always seem to lead to dead ends and disappointments.

Fortunately for all living things, the damage that is done is temporary and can  always be completely reversed.

All systems can be fully restored back to their former glory, and natural true self, regardless of how bad things have become.

Here's the thing; All humans are naturally kind and loving at the core of their consciousness, and pure state of existence. The human's heart will always be their true home. It is also true that humans cannot be genetically modified or harmed permanently.

So, take it upon yourself to truthfully love your home, for your home is your heart and your heart will always be there for you. If you allow yourself to believe in this; all that is growing green and good in this world, along with everything that is kind and beautiful, will then be drawn to you, and surround  you. Here you will find protection and security from all that is poisonous, false and deceptive in this world.

 Your Heart Is Your Home

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Twenty Seventh Day

 Of The 
Forth Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

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michaelenglmann@shaw.ca

Freedom That Knows No Bounds

 Freedom 
That Knows No Bounds

Many thousands of years ago, in a land far far away, there lived a very kind and gentle man. He was not much different than you and I.  He was brave and very determined to make a difference in the world he lived in.

He knew that by going against the grain of the current believe system, he was surely to be judge as a trouble maker. More importantly, he knew he would be severely punished, or worse, killed by the ones that called themselves the rulers at that time.

His great courage allowed him to squash all the fearful thoughts that where put upon him by the rulers, naysays, fearful villagers and anyone else that unjustly labeled him. This would instill lasting endurance for his long hard journey ahead. It also gave him unstoppable inner strength to do what he knew would bring everlasting love and happiness to everyone, the world over, upon his death.

In reality, he was sure that he was not alone in his beliefs. However, he also knew that without a doubt, he was on his own for now. It would only be a matter of time until his story would reach the ears of other men, woman and children that desired to have happiness, love and freedom returned to the hearts of everyone.

Slowly, this man wrote his story and while he worked, a special message began to form within it. His excitement grew and eventually he was successful in sharing it with everyone that was willing to listen, and those that did not know any better.

His story today has spread all over the world, along with his message of love and happiness just as he intended. If I said this man's name, you would know it, but more importantly, you will know his message and have felt it in your heart, and in your spirit at one point or another during your life up till now. 

His message was that of forgiveness, love, happiness and freedom meant just for us. His story and message continues to grow, and the more that the fruits of his message are shared with others, the happier we will all be. Love itself cannot be seen with the human eye, but this very energy is the glue that binds everything together that you see with your eyes, and feel with you heart,  

Within you, right this very second, exist a very special seed. A seed called Love. As well within you, there is great courage and kindness. This helps the seed of love to grow into a healthy strong tree. As this tree within you grows, upon its outstretched branches, endless fruit will blossom. By sharing your fruit with others, you spread happiness, because within the fruit that you share, there exists more seeds of love that will grow inside the hearts of the people you helped.

Remember this; that everything in this world is never ending and in abundance as long as you are willing to share what you have with everyone that is in need of something. Let go of your fear of not having enough, and your need for control, and just trust in the seed of love within you. By doing so, you will never be without, and you will always have enough of everything as your journey unfolds. Have courage and be kind to everyone.

P.S. This story has nothing to do with man-made modern " Religions ". This is why I never quoted any names or attached any labels, for this story is about " Freedom that knows no bounds " This Story is about you. 

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 
Fifth Day

 Of The 
Forth Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

michaelenglmann@shaw.ca

Men Are All The Same !!!

Men Are All The Same !!! 

You couldn't be more right my dear

when you say, " Men are all the same !!!".

In my opinion, " Woman are no different ".

 All the same I mean: two arms; two

legs; a head and one body; Born pure for you " The Spirit ", but then

polluted by ill intent as we grow. Wanting

nothing more than to be loved and

accepted for who we wholly are, and to have a

clear understanding of the truth, 

regarding our true selves, our true purpose

and the world around us. We are

all the same my dear. Now Go, hence forth, guided by

you, " The Spirit ", and your body, your mind, and your heart

that you've been given. 

As well, always remember to

share your wealth and new-found piety with all

living things, void of reservation.

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 
Thirty First Day

 Of The 
Third Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

michaelenglmann@shaw.ca

Thyme Blinded Latte

Thyme Blinded Latte

Don't cry Little-One

Just because the milk has spilled

The white river will only stain the blue sea of disparity.

Now may be the Thyme

To slip on your star-studded red rubber boots

And set sail for the abandon land

That waits just beyond the boarders

Of the Curds and Whey.

While you're gone

The cotton mop and the bristle broom

Will sweep away the dusty storm

Out of mind and out of sight

If you're blinded by the white latte reflection

Try not to crank the wheel

But instead trust in what you feel

Shift your gears into high

As you lift off and say goodbye.

Captain-You without a crew

Can now put away

Those star-studded red rubber boots

And slip into something new

That's made from nothing but your imagination

Lending way to a loving One-Nation

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 
Twenty Eighth Day

 Of The 
Third Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

michaelenglmann@shaw.ca