The Cracks Are In Everything, Let the Light In!

Every day we watch, listen, become tweet aware the world is falling in around us. Any who refuse to recognise these truths are merely their own disaster in process. Best left to their own devices.

No matter how shocking, how terrible, criminal and psychopathic things present themselves there are always cracks appearing where the light will always be let in. When surrounded by darkness it is very hard to remember that light is merely not present. It never means it has been extinguished.

The birds, they sang
At the break of day
Start again, I heard them say
Don’t dwell on what has passed away
Or what is yet to be.

What we have in this moment is development, process towards the best in ourselves and in the wider environment. To proceed in this moment stuck on what has passed will never allow the present to gift itself in its wisdom and fullness.

Yeah, the wars
They will be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
Bought and sold and bought again
The dove is never free.

The wars we support, rage against and fight are always a physical emanation of our lesser being allowing such primitive reactions to rule. The wars within us are raging as you read this, unresolved and not dealt with. We are, most of us, unwilling to admit or even process these feelings, habits and reactions that by and through themselves are witnessed in the wider world. The outer is and always has been a reflection of the inner. That is what makes us unable to live free, be free and celebrate freedom. We are both the jailor and jailed.

Do not believe those that insist we live in a free society, a free world and are blessed beyond others. Such arrogance and sheer ignorance displays only a childish, undeveloped view of the actual inner and outer world. Both are tarnished and covered in varying degrees of untruth, lies and self deception.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.

Looking for the idealists’ answer is merely chasing rainbows. Nothing is perfect. Everything is in process, so whittling, weaving, honing is far more creative than standing in a position of determined intransigence. That crack is what is imperative to uncover, expose and make available to everyone who desires freedom and the full flow of their humanity. Shedding light on the unknown makes it a part of the known moving forward.

We asked for signs
The signs were sent:
The birth betrayed
The marriage spent
Yeah, the widowhood of every government
Signs for all to see.

Believing someone else will sort your life and problems is the soaked nappy of childish belief. The only time we need protection while growing are those formative years. After adulthood is reached we have to, for better or worse find out the way and the meaning of our reason to be here and why we all are part of a process of growth. Slavery does not offer that, subservience also denies it. The breaking of bonds is what experience offers us. We ignore its lessons at our peril. Certainly we witness today that governments, royalty are in no way our servants. They have established their supremacy through becoming our masters. Time to stop the persistence of make believe.

I can’t run no more
With that lawless crowd
While the killers in high places say their prayers out loud
But they’ve summoned, they’ve summoned up a thundercloud
They’re gonna hear from me.

Once awakened it is imperative to face head on the malfeasance, the lying arrogance and self interest of power. Those not respecting and always breaking the law are low life even at the top. By their actions, example and sheer hubris, they daily expose their evil and criminal intent. Again the awake have that sacred duty of calling to account this obsessive imbalance.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.

Search and find those cracks!……..

You can add up the parts
You won’t have the sum
You can strike up the march
There is no drum
Every heart, every heart
To love, will come
But like a refugee.

As much as we’ll be thrown division and tempted to sow it, this will never gain the traction and end result we know in our hearts is attainable. The martial attrition they offer is nothing. Their empire ways are dead, to many who have the eyes to see, it is fossilised already. We are the answer, not any Me! Me! Me!. None of the I want chants modern technology throws our way will in any way fertilise the ground for the harvest our hearts know is coming. As we hold our arms open to those without, we support those who cannot support themselves, offer our haves to those that have not. Become community in the way no young person has yet experienced and fewer and fewer of the elders remain to testify to – then the hearts and minds will be not only attracted to but  won over

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in
That’s how the light gets in
That’s how the light gets in.

We are truly the light bringers. We know in our hearts where those cracks are. It is up to us to crack them open. We are the Many they are the Few.

Deep respect and gratitude to Leonard Cohen for his lyrics from ‘Anthem’

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Through Darkness and Light – The Journey to The Self

In or around 1390 the first book using cast metal moveable type was printed in China. In 1430 the first block printed books appeared in Europe. In 1455 Gutenberg’s Bible was printed using moveable type and a printing press. In 1798 the invention of lithographic printing appeared and in 1969 the first use of ARPANET, the forerunner to the Internet and worldwide web appeared.

In 1985 myself and two others, one the most formidable software programmer of his day started to develop FOUNTEN, a precursor to Google, FaceBook, Instagram and much of the Internet as we know it.

Two years later having secured the necessary £5 million seed finance I immediately was delivered a dream. It told me to go within, not out and give away a long sweated creation to a stranger.

Three weeks later I met that stranger on the back stairs of a small Soho design agency in London. I asked him only to let me know what happened. Six months later he reported back he had sold it for nearly £1 million to Hachette.

In 1989 Hachette, having further developed our FOUNTEN, came dangerously close to bankruptcy in the financial crash of that year. FOUNTEN disappeared.

Listening to my inner being (through the dream state) became the most rewarding experience of my life.

Over the next two decades I grew more than in all previous years of my life. I learned more about myself, who I am and my purpose in life. If I had stayed with my idea of what I believed to be my future, I would have been crushed, undoubtedly.

Google meanwhile became — Facebook created from stolen ideas, Instagram created, sold to Facebook, all reaping havoc and interest in fairly equal order as Twitter became the literary standard for banal interaction. Like all social media pumelled on a world too timid, fearful and stuck in habitual and ancient patterning the people were suckered down a road powerful interests controlled. The toll gates are unremitting. Unable or unwilling to seek out who they might have become had they not succumbed to toxic addictive tendencies and the tsunami of lies, agendas and control, many now live in the between worlds of death and no death. Zombies to their own petty predilections, they become less and less aware of who they truly are.

Most hardly know the Chinese were responsible for the printed word becoming the phenomenon it evolved into, let alone the pivotel evolutionary role in today’s digital delivery. They believe those that control them. Those who persuade us the Chinese, the Moor/Arab, the Other are responsible for traducing their freedoms, rights and being, morphing into an ultimate threat to everyone’s cosy lives. That the exact opposite is the truth gets lost through befuddled minds, incoherence, ignorance and the utter lack of critical thinking.

They are completely oblivious to the fact that the Moors brought to the West amongst other things — Algebra, Chemistry, Math and Geometry as well as in 1085 the first paper mill at Jativa in Moorish Spain.

Rams Fighting c 1780–90 Lucknow, India c 1810–20 © Trustees of the Chester Beatty Library, Dublin, Ireland

The Kingdom of Light existed in five Grandeurs, which are the Father and his Twelve Aeons and the Aeons of the Aeons; and the Living Air and the Land of Light, as the great Spirit blew through them, nourishing them with its Light. But the Kingdom of Darkness exists in five Chambers, which are Smoke and Fire and Wind and Water and Darkness, as their counsel creeped in them, moving them, rousing them so that they might fight with one another. As they were fighting with one another, they dared to lay their hands on the Land of the Light, thinking they would be able to achieve victory over it; they did not know that they would bring what they were planning upon themselves.

The Conflict of Light and Darkness, Bema Psalm, Manichaean Psalmbook. Coptic, circa 400AD, Medinet Madi (Egypt)

Most are more absorbed (I use that term advisedly) in their handhelds, their internet games, social media shenanigans than any real historical and spitirtual accurate facts. Easy to be persuaded to hate than develop individual thinking and loving kindness within a global family. Easier to be herded into sheep pens of belief, force fed divisive loathing through racism, a sense of superiority and propagnadised ponerisation through addictive technology. Easiest to be shafted as authoritarian followers, blind to their imminent extermination as humans — all the while believing rose tinted Hollywood superheroes will always arrive, saving us all from whatever latest doom feed is placed at our table.

I know from personal experience and having forged much of my life around the search for that truth, self revealed, there are more important evolutions possible when we listen to our inner best self, especially when it communicates directly. Both listening and not listening create paths forward, yet the stepping out on the harder path — that of self discovery and development — will always reap a richer harvest and more fruitful disbursement allowing each to be fed and, by example, to feed others.

One wonders whether the first full description in 2000 of the Human Genome will turn out to be as profound and impactful as the emergence of writing on clay tablets pre-3000 BC that transpired in Sumeria, now present day Iraq.

One can but hope so, though without the slaughter and constant destruction of these historical facts by a present day barbarism that, with outright, misguided and arrogant exceptionalism, calls itself civilised and free.

Composite Demon and Bull (detail) c 1810–20 Chester Beatty Library Dublin
Demon and Bull (detail) c 1810–20 © Trustees of the Chester Beatty Library, Dublin, Ireland

Perhaps this second attempt by us human beings honouring a previously scored endeavour by those originally initiating our story here, will recognise, with humility the supernal and divine magnificence genetic engineering through love can produce true evolutionary leaps forward. I fear it may be a leap too far unless there is concerted effort by the many to go within, discover the true nature of the life gift we are given, prior to going outwards and onwards.

The Father of Greatness will give them what they are requesting. He will give grace to his troops, those whom he has sent to war with Darkness. They will curl up and gather the veil and he will reveal to them his image. All the Light will sink into him. They will go into the inner chamber, and they will come out from it in glory …. King in the two Kingdoms. The King of the Aeons of Light is the Father, the King of Light. But the King of the New Aeon is the First Man.

Triumph of the Kingdom of Light, Sermon on the Great War, Manichaean Homilies. Coptic, c. 400 AD Medinet Madi (Egypt)

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About the Author:

Jonathan L. Trapman

Author and photographer writing since aged 9 and photographer since aged 16. A professional career as photojournalist, working for some of the top titles in Fleet Street among them the London Times, Daily Express and a very short and boring stint with the Sun newspaper, swiftly exposed him to the propaganda and half truths demanded from photo/journalists in the ’70s and 80s. Deciding his soul to be worth more than shekels earned from the news rooms of corporate cronyism, he went on to become one of the industry’s foremost photographers. He enjoyed getting to know the world, its peoples and a far wider vision of life on earth on others’ behalf and at others’ expense. He has appeared on TV and radio including the BBC, France Inter and online radio. Invited to speak at creative and literary conferences across the globe, in early 2012, in partnership with his wife, having accomplished several translations of foreign writers they made the first ever English translation, in over 900 years, of 11th century Sufi founder and mystic saint Hoja Ahmed Yassawi’s Diwani Hikmet (Divine Wisdom) poetry and sacred verse. Currently he is working on a 7 volume opus The Freedom Cycle, Dreams and Realities being the first, now published.