GUIDE

Of Jesus Christ some say,

"Ha! Nope. I don't believe it.

Your precious little story was a lie.

He didn't exist, the Bible isn't 'true,'

And as for religion,

The people of the world just altercate and die."

But I didn't ask you about the topic of religion,

Just of Christ.

I didn't bring up anything about history of war,

I simply wondered what you thought of his advice,

Which if you've ever skimmed a Bible page even in short

You would have felt imbued all through apostles' words.

"So what? Who cares what this weakling did advise?

Look how he let others treat him and shame him in their eyes!

If I were him I would not let myself so easily die,

Would have been cleverer,"

Is what you reply.

If you were cleverer you would already realize

That it's your current mental state that cruelly crucifies.

Precisely this he came to show to human beasts

That sometimes we would rather kill each other than see peace.

"Yeah, uh-huh, sure, ok,"

You say.

"But there is still a flaw,

The scholars researched this and concluded that

bla-bla-bla-bla-bla..."

That doesn't matter, even if it's really just a story.

The mark of good fiction and what gives it glory,

Is the narrative's moral...

Sometimes written into allegory.

So, don't be quick to lean upon established labels

But ask your heart which feels the vibes.

In tuning in, you will be notified

That to humbly listen to the messages of Jesus Christ

(If it pleases you I won't call him God, but simply Guide)

Is to compose and read your life's own brilliant fable.

Written by Julia Yusupova

HAPPY HAMLET

To know or not to know: that is the question

Whether tis nobler in the mind to see

The joys and blessings of a holy process,

Or to stay blind within a sea of Light,

And by opposing end it? To die? To sleep?

No more?  And by sleep to say we end

The jubilation of a thousand natural graces

That everyone is heir to, tis a separation

Devoutly to be spurn'd.  To live! To wake!

To wake: surely to love: ay, there's the bliss

For in that wakefulness what dreams may come

When we have shuffled off the ego's spoil,

We must not pause: there's the respect

That makes the happiness of so long life

For who would enjoy the twists and turns of time,

The Creator's right, the angel's message,

The perks of eternal love, divine law's quick pay,

The graciousness of friends and the boons

The patient merit of the worthy takes,

When he himself might his future make

With a bare wanting! Who would stories share,

To smile and laugh under a lovely life,

And that the feeling of something upon breath,

The imagined country to whose warmth

The seeker arrives, enamors the soul

And makes us rather like these tasks we have

Than run to others we know not of.

Thus consciousness does make sages of us all;

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is brightened more-so with the correct set of thought,

And enterprises of great pith and moment

With this regard their currents turn on point

And embody the name of action.

Written by Julia Yusupova

GENTLENESS

Soft and fluffy feathers

Leave your hand with one slight blow

And twirl like happy eddies

Due to friction in the air

So gentle

We too must such tenderness display

And find the joy of whirling

In a world full of resistance

Written by Julia Yusupova

TIME

Increasingly we're seeing

That clocks are in our minds

So a big expansion of thinking

Is also a leap in time.

Perceive events from right to left

Even if they're just made up

Train to see future first then past

One day things will catch up.

So this is partly what they mean

When saying, Free your mind

Start by intending to get a glimpse

Soon, real presentiments you'll find

If those then serve a higher purpose

Not for self-interest but for service

Reality will match the mind

And time was redefined.

Written by Julia Yusupova

FLOW

From a tiny oval, a bud opens into a wide symmetrical blossom

Then ripens into a fleshy fruit

Then withers away from rot or being eaten.

And so on forever the flow of form continues.

Like the experience of certain psychedelics.

Spreading, diminishing, aligning, intermingling,

Synchronizing through shapes and colors

As well as meaning

Feels like the same ongoing process

That guides the rise of reality through time

And though rhythmic,

Not smoothly temporal

But winding and hovering and suddenly bursting

Evolution has a mind of its own.

The mind has an evolution of its own.

Nothing else but flow exists.

Written by Julia Yusupova

RESUME OF A MYSTIC

My objective is to communicate my truth.

My vision is unity and cooperation.

My work position is a warrior of light.

My skills are feeling and intuition.

My education is unconditional love.

My destiny is the unconventional.

Love and compassion are available without request.

Written by Julia Yusupova

COMMUNICATION

Whichever way truth wants to unleash itself through me,

I will not censor it, but set it free.

It lurked in silence for too long out of supposed humility.

And though by chance or jealousy you don't agree,

What matters is that not you, but I finally see

That speaking is what I need to do undoubtedly.

To hold my tongue back is something I don't need to learn

For I was already born with the ability for such concern.

What must be done is verbalize my mind's discussions

And not to worry about the repercussions.

Self-doubt is now a joke and that which my ego still implies

Will not hold me back in fear of looking arrogant in your eyes.

Where you point out pride, I recognize self-confidence.

When you imply fabrications, I value my sincere interpretations.

When you suggest a desire to outshine,

I trust my intention to bring myself and others to the Divine.

When you decide to make a point to disagree,

I comprehend and respect the heavenly decree

To let each choose the path they wish to walk.

Yet, still I'll follow mine and that's to talk.

The things I state are what my soul inside has stirred.

They're not for linking to yourself word-for-word.

My task is to communicate the wider meaning

Which is that doing what's unnatural at first is not demeaning,

But is a blessing through which the world needs to receive your giving.

So understand that what I do is not for admiration,

But to adhere to the appointed path of communication.

It's not for you to challenge, compete, or feel like you need to take a back seat,

But to sift through your own perceptions and delight in finding your own sweet treat.

And then offer it on your own path to everyone you meet.

This wasn't written as an insult, in offensive or defense.

But once again for objective conversation, over just subjective sense.

You will not witness words from me decrease, cease, or falsely please

Because my ultimate goal in life is genuine inner peace.

Written by Julia Yusupova

LOVE

What kind of love is love?

The kind which aims to unite, not separate.

Makes you think and act in ways you never thought you could sink to,

But in the next instant, lifts you up.

Love that seizes you and grips relentlessly while you panic and try to fight your way out

Unsuccessfully.

You must accept this love as is.

Although romantic, not the love that the French pride themselves on inventing,

Nor the kind with candle lit dinners and soft embraces that girls' dreams are used to.

Weird love.

Sometimes disguised as fear,

Which labels you insecure, fickle, self-centred, selfish, delusional,

Pathetic.

Love that must acquire all these names in order to transcend them.

Disgraceful, hostile, resentful, competitive,

Abusive, shocking, sorrowful, heart-wrenching,

Melancholy, accepting, soul-strengthening, adventurous,

Patient... peaceful... pure ...

Divine.

You grow to not require this love materially,

For it is already there in spirit.

Nevertheless, don't doubt your duty to receive this love in form

When it comes knocking on your gates.

This love makes you cry about why life is so unfair to the heavens,

Which have honored you with this glorious blessing.

It punishes you if you don't assert your self-worth,

And then rewards you as you let go of that requirement.

The love that bounces between freedom and dependency

For it requires both.

Love that raises abilities,

But destroys the cozy niche of possessions you've dug for yourself.

Not the love that comforts you with a house, cars, and a joint bank account,

But the kind that sparks awareness.

Not the love that is satisfied with compatibility, comfort, and pretense,

But the kind that rejoices at the destruction of these things.

Love that is constantly increasing and building up,

But to what?

Love that terrifies you with its urge to not be afraid of the future.

The kind that asks, and tests, and needs, and drains,

But gives you joy as you continue giving.

The kind that made Christ say "You are murdering me, but I still love you."

One fine day, this love may finally satisfy your ego,

But by then you will not have one.

The love that ebbs and flows and ebbs and flows...

And finally engulfs.

The love that remains when every other option has been exhausted.

The kind that mocks you as you realize there may never be anything else but its delicious self.

You cannot win this love,

you can only surrender.

Already everything and nothing else.

Philos, Éros, and Agápe.

Eternal, Total, Final.

Unconditional

True

Love

Written by Julia Yusupova