"Jewels of Truth" Statement: "Our Mortality Is A Reflection Of The Earth As We See It"

Hello All,

Late into the night and perhaps into my own early morning period but here is the next "Jewels of Truth" spiritual wisdom statement for the week. Its topic is on "Mortality" almost resembling an intimate conversation we may have with God one time or another. On why are we here now on Earth? You may see at least how I struggled with the inquiry with a bit of humor towards the end of the statement.

May it speak to you on a spiritual level although it can transcend it into the human sphere of all of us. This statement is #1749 in the series written in late June of this year.

Enjoy as always, go with God by whatever love you profess to him or her.

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Mortality:

1749) Who am I but a reflection of the one true vision we have all come to know as God. We shimmer with grace for awhile then we fade back into the Earth as dust forever. A couple generations of time is all we have before we are forgotten once more as people. Akin to having never been born to begin with in truth. Our tribe we call humanity is so immense we can bring a planet to its knee's. This bodes a biblical event to occur to re-balance outcomes in favor of mother nature against humanities own self-loathing chaos.

Only a handful of worthy successors are meant to be recorded in the limited annals of history. The rest of us are fodder to each our zeitgeist of the moment. If our family has heirs perhaps our names are recorded on a genealogical tree, but no more after that. Are we but a branch also of the tree of celestial life as well? Or merely a leaf thinking of itself a mighty branch in absence of any objections in thought. Why must we have difficulty to remember our divine splendor only to return with new found appreciation after a mortals lifetime? I seek immortality not of these senses, but of this consciousness which in faith is already assured. Described as the living soul of all persons or creatures unique in form. Than why do I complain as a living reflection of who's Image and Likeness I resemble in Spirit? I feel trapped by mortality not able to escape the confines of this incarnation at will. I yell for my jailor only to be greeted by an Angel of God. Are we the prisoner or the prison itself?

No one seems the wiser lest the souls that have escaped by mortal death. Are we fools proclaiming the Glory of God to only realize we are God in the scope of this united Infinity? Why must we suffer in this form of paradise but to know what a mortals life is all about? Color me tickled pink, but the next time I'm curious in regards to mortality slap me straight instead dear God. I need not know to this intricate depth what it means only to be your seeming distant reflection. I rather seek to be your constant joy in every lifetime as the minor gods that we are in truth. The rest belongs to another fool to question the role of mortals in Creation. Release me from this Shadow of my greatest self as an essence of your love dear God. Amen. ---Ivan Pozo-Illas / Atrayo.

Jewels of Truth Statements & Favorite Quotes of The Month

Hello All,

It is that time of the month where I'll share a trio of all original spiritual wisdom statements I call the "Jewels of Truth" series. This month's trio of entries were first penned back in late June 2009 on the topics of: Mortality, Environmental, and Being True. All of these statements are meant to be introspective with a universal theme to challenge our assumptions of ourselves and the world at large.

The show must go on as they say, so without a further adieu may you enjoy and have your thoughts provoked in a positive manner.

Be well.

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963) Breathing is for mortals that tarry for a time and than as a visitor depart as a guest to this Earth of ours. We as human beings are not long lasting on this world we have inherited from our fore fathers. What we are if we choose wisely to be is our only concern for a time. No longer than that shall we be afforded such a gift of life. We can live if we are brave enough to do so, or we can exist by not choosing at all. Our mortality is a gift from our creator that we relish for a time until we age into our twilight years becoming greatly infirmed. Than we carry our mortality around us in our elder years as if it were a bane of misfortune. Longing to either "Live Again" or hoping for a near painless passing at the hour of our demise, for a breath is all we ever had to ourselves. ---Ivan Pozo-Illas / Atrayo.


964)  Our world our precious Earth ever so fragile and yet an ancient world of four billion years time sustaining life in its biosphere. We as humans often can't comprehend the immense age of a world of four billion years plus. So we treat our precious planet as if it were a juvenile much like how we treat ourselves as a species.Something to be governed, managed, and if necessary exploited for its resources or its advantages that the world can afford us. Paying very little mind to the natural balance by means of ecosystems with which we are associated with entirely. That we can not subjugate becomes mistreated with our negligence for having no inherit value at such a time.

We often would rather break an ecosystem first before we become alarmed enough to rebuild it into a greater whole. Lost in the translation are many of the original pieces which we must substitute over time to maintain harmony with mother nature. Our demeanor with nature is schizophrenic for what we can not control becomes an affront to our senses. Until such a time natural systems become too chaotic than we by a sense of turmoil finally act for the welfare of the whole. Must we always as a people respond to only calamities of our own making.  By not being pro-active enough to safeguard this splendid ancient world of ours to a fuller glory.

Not until we suffer collectively as a species after untold lives will be lost. Will we begin to value our role as self proclaimed stewards of the environment. Where our mutual hubris and political paralysis will give way to thoughtful actions for the greater good of the many. Until that time dawns on our global civilization I thank you those of whom are the fore runners remembering the fragile beauty of our vulnerable mother Earth. For without your courage and selfless actions the idiots of this world would leads us all into perdition.    ---Ivan Pozo-Illas / Atrayo.


965) Understanding is not to know, but to listen is to understand with humility of thought. By knowing we are confident in our own thinking. Our thinking can often lead us astray by accident or on purpose. If we are to be true to ourselves than we shall be earnest in our conduct to our fellows.  Otherwise we are a shadow and not the inherit light of our own conviction. We become an embodiment of a personal lie an untruth of our own making that given time will fracture our psyche. That if fed with more lies will become an unruly child. Until that time like a problematic child a tantrum takes hold causing all things to come crashing down around us.

Do we choose rather to be whole and safeguarded by the truth of our own soulful being? Or think we can be sly enough to trick the world of our own selfish motivations until that time we would fool ourselves into a dark corner? We can not inflate our egos without causing unwanted consequences to run amok within our own lives. Be true to yourself, no one can force you to right outcomes, but yourself. It is your own power to keep yourself sane with the right intent. Travel the path of sincere actions that do no harm to yourself or others. Lest you steer yourself down the path of misfortune and become your own cautionary tale for all to avoid. ---Ivan Pozo-Illas / Atrayo.

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Give all to love; obey thy heart. ---Ralph Waldo Emerson.

I've grown certain that the root of all fear is that we've been forced to deny who we are. ---Frances Moore Lappe.

Success isn't how far you got, but the distance you traveled from where you started. ---Unknown.

While we cry ourselves to sleep, gratitude waits patiently to console and reassure us; there is a landscape larger than the one we can see. ---Sarah Ban Breathnach.

Everywhere you stumble, your treasure lies. ---Norman Lear.