universal improvements

Poems, Parables

and Practical Principles

Universal Improvements

a friends of light

Production 2023

all wisdom reserved.

From microscope to telescope… 

ain’t it amazin' what we see?

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All things rotate in circles or cycles.  Although we may only see a straight line.

a circle.

end where we begin.

begin where we just left off.

twist it once to reveal forever.

over and over again the paths cross.

higher perspections from each passing.

higher perspections from each beginning.

twist it many times to create a strand of life.

records kept. actions shown. Light shines.

knowing known. no end. no begin.

a circle. end where we begin.

begin where we just left off.

“Now, where was that?”

There is a warning that comes with looking too close - separation is inevitable. 

As with any tree, there exists a trunk. This trunk is the part of the tree, which is the thickest and is the “go-between,” between the roots and the canopy.

And as this trunk stretches upward, limbs go forth from it. And from these limbs, branches go forth. And from these branches, twigs shoot forth. And from these twigs, shoot forth the leaves. 

Although it may appear that it took many different parts of the tree to get to the leaf, if one were to simply observe the tree as a whole, one would see that these “parts” are all expressions of a trunk, doing its best at what it needs to do, to make itself bloom. 

Which is the Right of all trunks.

Trees are for those who wonder how much they wander.

A tree is a plant that is firmly embedded in the ground, with strong roots to support the canopy above. And as with all plants, it gives off life-giving oxygen.

Now as this tree moves through its seasons, interesting things happen. In the Spring, temperatures rise, the sun gets higher in the sky and leaves begin to shoot out. In the summer, these flexible, but strong, light-processing machines do their best to gather in as much light as possible, so the tree may process it for the good of all. In the Autumn, leaves begin to lose their flexibility and become rather rigid. They begin to restrict their water of life. They may become rather colorful, however.

Then in the season of Winter, the leaves have all fallen from the tree and have been compacted together under the snow to provide nourishment along with the melted snows to come later…

In the Spring! When the temperatures rise, and the sun gets higher in the sky and the leaves return. Now, although they may appear to be identical, are the returning leaves the same leaves that fell to the ground? No, those leaves fell. Are they something completely different than what came before? No. They have the same essence from the same tree that all the other leaves, which came before, had… 

As well as all that come after.

Awareness has many levels.

One day a farmer went out to water his garden. This day was going to be a special day, for there was going to be more watering done than ever before.

Both weeds and fruit-bearing plants alike enjoyed basking in the wonderful fluid magic that was pouring down their stalks and going into the ground and thoroughly soaking their roots. 

The weeds felt this to be the greatest day ever, for the weather has been hot and there has been little rain. Oh, the weeds never felt so good. And they felt they never had it so good. And all this water was just making them grow like… well, like weeds!

Then, after all the watering was done and the ground was thoroughly saturated (making those lucky weeds grow much taller than the fruit-bearing plants), the farmer reached down and yanked out all those weeds; For the copious amounts of water had loosened up the ground sufficiently, to make this the perfect time to effortlessly and completely remove the weeds and their tap roots (ensuring no reruns), without hurting the plants in place.

I bet the weeds never saw that coming.

It is when we seek the light that we finally find it.

i see you from a distance,

but not when i look right at you.

i know you’re there,

i just have to look off to the side.

is this a trick of light?

or are you just playing games with me?

songs have been written about you.

and lovers admire you from afar.

what could you be that’s so clearly illusive?

oh yeah, that’s right, you’re a star.

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The number of laws required for one to live by, is directly proportional to one’s own maturity.

in any family at the beginning, 

Dad always seems so tough. 

the punishment He doles out 

always seem so rough. 

but when His children learn to do what’s right, 

He’s there to support them with all His might. 

and at this stage in life

when it’s time move out, 

Dad gives encouragement 

and leaves little doubt. 

but He’s not the only one 

to help the kids make it through… 

oh yeah, Mom’s there, too.

Sometimes the toughest decision we have to make is - 

when to break our own rules.

There once was a certain man, a good father and creator of all he surveyed. He had many children, a beautiful home and a joyous property upon which it sat. 

Day after day, this certain man would sit inside his home on his rocking chair, taking great joy looking out his big bay window, watching all his children play. Each day, he would take careful notice to see what roles each of his children were taking. Were they eagerly playing along with the others? Did they share? Were they leading or following or not even caring at all? Were they kind to each other? 

This good father had a rule that he would not interfere with his children’s choices. It was important to him that his children learn about their choices on their own. Through choice and experience they can then determine right from wrong and then choose to live that way. And, all those who asked for help, got it.

Well, one day as the good father was resting himself in his chair, he took notice of two youngsters playing up next to the house. After closer inspection (from his chair), he noticed that one of the children had a can of gasoline – a rather large can of gasoline. And upon further inspection, the father noticed the can had tipped over and almost all of its contents had spilled out. 

This was not good, for all the other children were playing in a rather large sand box directly down the hill from these two children and unbeknownst to them, the gas had seeped into all the sand – getting on all their clothes.

The father’s attention was then drawn to the other child “playing” up near the house.  He had a box of “Strike Anywhere” matches and had spilled them out on the gasoline-soaked ground and was about to smash one between two rocks.

Now, here we have a father who has lived by one simple rule concerning his creation – that he will allow freewill and not interfere. But we have a quandary. If the father sits in his chair and does nothing (keeping to his own rule), he knows a match will light sooner or later, igniting all the fuel, sending a flame down to kill all his children and one that will surely destroy his home and property. Or (in breaking his own rule), he could act.

If you were the father, what would you do?

I tell you what this father did... he immediately got up, went outside and snatched those matches away from those children, up righted the container and then picked those youngsters up out of that mess – ALL OF THEM. Then he called in some folks to clean up the mess (by replacing the sand and dirt). Then he cleaned up all his children and sent them back to play. That is, all but two of them. 

They have lessons to learn.

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Lighthouses don’t shine their light at the darkness, just into it.

a photon of thought entered my mind.

“Light me up, if you feel so inclined.”

open eyes came with a sense of awareness.

now living life, with a sense of kind fairness.

but open eyes have allowed me to see,

all those things that really shouldn’t be.

all of the pain and the misery and such,

proved to be absolutely way too much.

“Why is dark even allowed to exist,

Always hurting us by using its fist?

We need to change these painful ways,

Light needs to shine and give dark its rays!”

dark had light trapped, it was easy to see.

light got sucked in 

by misplaced help and its own selfish pity.

dark deepened the drama 

by destroying light’s hopes.

light fought on, even though it was on the ropes.

dark laughed and taunted and created new scenes.

that made light angry and diminished its means.

dark so loves to do its duty in life.

dark’s supposed to be this way - it sucks in the light.

upon great reflection, light came to see this fact.

light was created to shine, not argue what life lacked.

light is to see and experience and feel what is witnessed.

light’s job isn’t to fight, but to keep in photonic fitness.

“Be the light, it’s easy to see.

This is our purpose, a Light Being to be.

Do not judge the dark, for things that it does.

For things that it will be, for things that it was.”

light finally accepted its destiny,

to shine so brightly, with tremendous intensity.

to keep personal judgment tight to itself,

about what its seen and exactly, who to help.

light has come to see from its luminescent role,

that no light has ever escaped 

from a cosmically generated black hole.

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Compassion.  Love.  Mercy.

Add together any two, and you'll get the other.

There once was a certain couple who wanted to have children of their own. They wanted to create beauty and wonder and know that it was their creation.

So, they sat down and conceived of a plan to give birth to these wonderful children, whom they would come to love forever.

After much thought and decision-making, the couple gave birth to a magnificent boy. The couple loved it beyond compare. They cherished its every movement. They loved it dearly. 

Then one day, the boy did something the parents did not approve of. So, the parents sat the boy down and told him why children don’t do such things. He’s grown up now and should know better.

This did not seem to work.

Over time and many experiences, the boy was getting yelled at quite regularly by now. In fact, there were times when the parents resorted to using force to motivate the youngster into the light of their knowledge.

This didn’t work either. The parents were completely in the dark concerning their creation. They were at their wits end. 

After much pondering, the couple decided to try again. ‘Maybe this time things will work out different… better.’ They thought.

To their great joy, they created another and another and another - all in an attempt to gain the wisdom of good parenting, along with the process by which one goes about applying it.

So, more children came… and then more children came – including twins! 

The parents seemed to have some good luck when it came to their 6th and 7th ones, though, but make no mistake, many problems still existed. Sadly, for the parents, they were finding out that the concept of teaching with past history by imposing physical discipline seemed to be a concept beyond its time - the impossible goal to achieve. No one was listening.

Then strangely, over time, as the family got larger and larger, the parents’ will over their children seemed to lessen. Things that were not at all tolerated before seemed to actually be accepted. The kids thought their folks were starting to mellow out a little.

Then came the 13th child; A magnificent baby girl, endowed with a heavenly glow all about her. The parents knew that they had a special part of Creation in their hands. “She will be special.” They told all their friends.

But from the beginning, the baby girl was rebellious. This did not set well with her parents. Having raised TWELVE kids before her and having this problem (pretty much of late) under control, this rebellion stuff was definitely not going to cut the proverbial mustard.

So immediately the parents resorted back to their original states of control. “We are going to nip this in the bud, right here, right now.” They said over and over. It seemed that the more control they tried to gain, the more of it they lost.

“Why do you not listen to authority?” They would ask. “Why can’t you just do what we tell you to do?” They would beg.

The daughter only stared back with a cold expression, as if she couldn’t understand why they didn’t understand.

“What can we do?” The parents cried. “We are at our wits end!”

Then the first-born son, who by now has reached maturity as a young adult, hearing his parents' pleas, asked them some very curious questions…

“Have you ever tried talking to her like an adult? Have you ever seen her through your eyes at her level? Have you ever considered giving respect and honor, instead of always trying to get it first?” He paused to see what he wanted to say. “Have you never seen in your mind’s eye what you want us to do?”

The parents certainly were shocked. These were questions that they could not answer - at least not in the affirmative. 

“You want us to talk to your two-year-old sister as if she were seventeen?” Mom was certainly shocked. “You want us to believe that she can conceive of what we’re saying, even before she can speak?” Dad followed up with equal shock. Then they both thought of that time so long ago, back to when the very child standing before them was so very young.

“But we DID talk to you like that. We DID try to treat you with dignity and respect. We WERE courteous and understanding, but it just didn’t seem to work. You were stubborn and bull headed and frankly, we did everything we could to just try and control you enough to keep you out of serious trouble.” Dad complained. 

“You were quite a handful.” Mom added.

“Mom, dad, please, I was the first.” The son responded. “I had to break all the rules to help you figure out where the boundaries are. Nothing you could have said or done was going to remove me from my destiny – my mission. In short, I wasn’t ready for maturity… but she is.” The young adult replied, doing his best to reassure his folks. “Try it and see what happens.”

Just then the two-year-old strolled into the room and the parents ceased to see her as a rebellious, ignorant little child and started seeing her in a whole new light.

From that moment on, away went the scold and here came the hug. Away went the diapers and here came the potty training. Away went the punishment and here came the restitution. Away went the ignorance and here came the wisdom.

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A flower can't bloom till it opens up.

Judgments. Preconceptions. Corrals.

My way or wrong way. Don’t go.

Believe my righteousness and turn from else.

There ARE consequences. I am right. Period.

No. I am not. God moved in. Oh my.

Love redefined. Much resistance.

Can’t break down the corral.

More love. More rub. More heat. More pain.

“This is not love!” Yes, it is.

Mind fried. Heart shredded. 

Weight loss – new muscles form.

At the brink, finally, understanding.

Love without the consequences of others. 

Love without judgment or possession. 

Love with no preconceptions.

I love you.

Corral destroyed.

Flower opens. Love blooms for everyone.

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A change of perspection can only happen when a different view is desired.

Imagine this…

God made all things. God is in all things. God is all things. All things include people. People like you. People searching for something they already are. 

How can one find something that has never been lost?

When you look in the mirror tomorrow morning, see The One who made you staring back… and laugh. Because now you know.

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Become like Dad.

A traveling man once claimed to be One with his Maker - and that to love, serve and not battle evil is all that was required to do it. A claim that was instantly ridiculed and debunked by the authorities around him.

“You are a blasphemer! You speak things that offend God! You must be put to death for this unspeakable act!” They all cried.

The undaunted man then grabbed a chair and held it high for all to see. 

“Do you see this chair? Like you, it has arms and legs and a back and a seat. But wouldn’t it also be correct to call this chair, WOOD? For is that not the essence of it?”

“Yes, you could call it wood.” A few replied.

“And could you also call this object, TREE? Although it may not look like a tree, is the origin of this object ANYTHING BUT?”

“Although it does not look like a tree, yes, you could say that it is tree.” One man replied.

Then He put down the chair, spread out his arms and proclaimed, “As the sun shall rise and shine again tomorrow, know that I am not the only One standing in this place.”

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Through ignorance, all wisdom comes.

One day, God decided to send God into God’s Self. But, before God did this, God came to the understanding that God cannot let God’s Self know God is doing this, or else, as they say, the jig would be up.

So, God created a veil, masking God’s Self from God in order for God to truly experience God and come to know God, therefore, being God.

So, one day, God did this very thing. And God walked the Earth. God marveled at God’s creative abilities and all the multitudinous possibilities that exist within each moment.

However, God did witness God’s Self struggling mightily and suffering greatly. God saw pain and disease and crimes against God’s Self to be rather unsightful – but accepted.

God also noticed, however, that there were a few creative souls that had a better understanding of God. It appeared God had Parts of God, which were beginning to make their way back to God.

This excited God.

Yes, there were those who were suffering, but there were also those willing to look past these things, to God. 

Of all God’s Creation, it was Hope that created the tears on that day. 

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It is when the lens magnifies, that we see more.

There once was a baby born, who knew nothing of the world – for he was a baby. He only knew when he felt good and when he didn’t – like when he just got done eating or needed a diaper change. For his tiny world is all he knew.

Then the baby began to notice certain other people who were always hangin’ around. These he came to later understand as his father and mother. And even later, he realized that he had brothers and sisters. “We are your family, too.” And he accepted them all with open arms. His world had grown into a home.

Then at some later time in his life, he began seeing other people more and more. “These are your relatives – your uncles and aunts and grandparents and cousins and nieces and nephews. Some live here in the neighborhood and some live far away.” Now some of these relatives looked like him and some didn’t. Some were of different skin colors and others spoke strange languages. Yet they all said, “We are your family, too.” Part of his ‘extended family.’ – “I guess.” And so, he accepted them with open arms. His world had now grown into a neighborhood, a city, a state and a country.

Then at a later time, he came to see ALL PEOPLE as his “extended family.” After all, they all looked alike in the same different ways his relatives claimed. “So, we MUST be related.” He was overjoyed to understand this concept. So, he visited many places and shared his life with many of his “extended family.” For that’s how he saw them. His world had now grown to become a planet. 

Then came a later time, when he was laying outside at night. The stars were so magnificent, they completely captured his attention. Then something came from the sky and landed next to him. Out stepped two people, who again, looked similarly different than he. “Are you my extended family, too?” He asked.

“Yes, we are.” And at that moment, he realized that his family extended far beyond Earth and into the stars. What joy he experienced, when he realized how many “family members” he had and how wonderful and diverse and amazing they all are. His world had now grown to become a universe.

First, he only knew of his own little personal world with its own needs and wants. Then he discovered a greater world when he included his parents and immediate family. Then he discovered an even greater world existed amongst his relatives. Then he discovered an even greater world exists within his “extended family.” 

Then he realized his family went way beyond any neighborhood or city or state or country or even PLANET. Then he saw himself as a part of all of them… and he felt good. 

Ain’t that life.

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What is a universal truth, 

if it not be everywhere, all the time?

There exists in our universe a Good Father. He is our Father, which is in Heaven. That makes us His children. Hello, sisters and brothers. And He will not reveal Himself, except through His creation. Not alterable.

Our Father is the Creator of all things; therefore, He is in all things. He is all things. 

Our Father so loved us that He sent us Jesus, His son, who gave up his own sovereignty as a human of Earth, to walk the Earth as our Good Father; Thus, giving His children another truth, another way and another life to choose to live. This Jesus Christ did, with his every word and deed. He is truly a faithful and unprofitable servant.

So now we have a choice. We can read the Red Words and get a flavor of what compassion and forgiveness really are, from Dad’s perspection, or we can choose something else.

No other human who ever walked the Earth knew the Good Father as Jesus did/does. To know the First, you must come to know the Second, first.

Read the Red Words. His yoke is easy, and his burden is light. That’s the light that shines, not the light that weighs. That burden is put on by another.

Your Father loves you. Although you may have done unspeakable things, speak them to Him. Then listen, as He sets you free.

Love as Jesus loves us. Serve as Jesus serves us. Do good. Don’t judge like a hypocrite. And please, stop resisting evil. You’re only feeding it. 

Can it really be that simple to be perfect? Yep. 

You now have an Eternal Partner in your Good Father. Look for Him in all things, in all circumstances. For the Good Father rejoiceth, each time one of His children remembers and cometh home.

And that’s the truth – universally.

Bet you weren’t expecting that.

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Dad’s love is well beyond material.

A human life can be likened to a plant. The seed raised on a silver platter stood not a chance of growth, regardless of the beautiful nature of the platter. The seed, which fell and grew in a cow patty, however, became the most beautiful flower in the field. God loves you. He really, really does.