As Riddles Unravel

Written by Scott Thomas Outlar I take a walk up to the local park every day about a mile from where I live. And on the way this morning I was thinking about just what in the world I would like to write a new essay about.

Should I talk about recent projects and collaborations I've been working on? Or the state of the world where geo politics and local affairs are concerned dealing with the encroaching tyrannical forces that grow more authoritarian and inverted in relation to common sense and decency by the hour? Or some of the personal revelations I've been having the past month as different memories from various stages of my life continue resurfacing throughout the day, especially during meditation sessions? Or, perhaps, about ideas I've been mulling over from the books I've been reading when I wake up, and those I dip into in a round robin sort of way before going to bed? All these seem like swell enough thoughts to dwell upon and flesh out further, and I might do just that before this effort draws to a close. But the main theme still hadn't flashed through my synapses as I continued walking and listening to a podcast interview with David Wolfe that I'd downloaded before leaving the house. So I sent such considerations back to my subconscious and let them swirl around in that realm for a while, trusting the process and knowing that, sooner or later, the right flashpoint of energy would arise and deliver my answer at the most opportune moment.

After trekking around the park a few times, I returned home and sent about the next part of my morning routine, which involves enjoying a bounty of fresh fruits for breakfast. I like to start the meal off lately by standing outside barefoot, moseying around in the grass, absorbing the rising sun's solar energy, and entering into a deep state of thankfulness and gratitude for how beautiful life and the wonders of nature truly are. That's when the epiphany for this piece popped into my head with a rushing cascade of intense, fervent emotion. Because my first bite of the morning happened to also be the first Rainier cherry I'd tasted so far this season. And, my Lord, what a way to kick off the celebration as the flavor danced across my tongue! What do I want to speak about and express right now? At this point such a riddle seems easy to decipher. The magic of fresh fruits and living foods. The miracle of the sugary sweet plants that pulse with electromagnetic energy and feed our bodies at a cellular level, exploding through the blood to light up the mind.

The divine garden of earth's amazing harvest. So simple, so perfect, so alkaline, so hydrating, so nobly structured in their DNA, so inherently blessed with the blissful nutrients necessary to ensure each moment of life is field by a pristine source sent straight from the nectar.

Hallelujah. Amen. The excitement evoked from the Rainer cherries was followed up by a perfectly ripe Georgia peach. And then I moved on to a navel orange and a few mandarins to round out the delectable feast. This course of events put me in the mood to sing the praises of health, love, peace, truth, and all other aspects of life that align with the resplendent frequencies of the Holy Spirit Vibration.

So, yeah, I guess you could say I'm in a euphoric and elevated state of consciousness lately. Because the natural foods, along with several other habits, are helping me realize higher degrees of health and well-being on many different levels: mentally, physically, emotionally, and spiritually.

My motto when it comes to such a concept basically boils down to this: clean blood leads to clear thinking. Which, in turn, creates a more fine-tuned focus on those aspects of life which are most important. Chief among these being the relationships we cultivate with God, self, family, friends, and the community at large. Also of paramount importance is establishing a more balanced perspective of staying aligned with the conditions which are directly within one's own control, while releasing from circumstances and events which are not.

I cannot control the choices and decisions that other people make in life. Which system they choose to give their power over to, what they choose to put into their bodies, which sources of disinformation and propaganda they choose to ingest, which ideologies they choose to follow, how they choose to treat those around them, what state of fear and hysteria they choose to dwell in, and all the rest of it.

But I most certainly can do my absolute best to establish a strong core and foundation within my own soul. A center point that will not be shaken or shot down no matter what sort of outside circumstances are going on in the world and society at any given time. A space of mindfulness that can flow and flux in a natural rhythm with the ever-changing currents of the Tao River. A state of Christ Consciousness. An alignment with the source energy of God's creation and the primal patterns of unconditional love and light from which this physical manifestation in time and space operates. So that's exactly what I'm seeking to do. Day by day. One step at a time. With periodic quantum leaps sprinkled in along the way as the path unfolds.

I'm looking forward to what lies ahead as the Roaring Twenties and the Age of Wuhan continue speeding along on opposite paths. Which train we choose to hop aboard is all a matter of perspective, courage, resolve, and will. As for me, I'm as intent as ever on welcoming in the coming renaissance revolution that will culminate in a new age of freedom, liberty and individual sovereignty. About the Author:

Scott Thomas Outlar lives and writes in the suburbs outside of Atlanta, Georgia. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. He guest-edited the 2019 and 2020 Western Voices Editions of Setu Mag.
Selections of his poetry have been translated into Afrikaans, Albanian, Dutch,
Bengali, French, Italian, Kurdish, Persian, Serbian and Spanish. His podcast, 'Songs of Selah', airs weekly on 17NumaRadio and features interviews with contemporary poets, artists, musicians, and health advocates.

As Riddles Unravel