{"id":465,"date":"2018-07-20T16:48:07","date_gmt":"2018-07-20T16:48:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/hippieelmo.users.sonic.net\/blog\/?p=465"},"modified":"2018-07-20T16:48:07","modified_gmt":"2018-07-20T16:48:07","slug":"mind-lead-us-from-this-shadow","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cftheater.info\/blog\/mind-lead-us-from-this-shadow\/","title":{"rendered":"Mind&#8230;Lead Us From This Shadow!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Mind&#8230;Lead Us From This Shadow!<br \/>\n\u00a9 Copyright, Frank W. Andres, 1983. All Rights Reserved.<\/p>\n<p>&#8216;Oh, the gloom, the despair of an age, an age convulsed in tears. An age<br \/>\nof blackness and futility&#8230;All that is seen, heard, and said, the perceptions and<br \/>\nutterances of the condemned, reconciled to an inevitable disappointment.<br \/>\nEach flicker of hope and happiness a momentary diversion from a curse from<br \/>\nthe past.<br \/>\n&#8216;We were not always of this complexion. Once sunshine and daffodils<br \/>\nwere consumed and savored as secretions and children of a universe of energy\u00a0&#8230;manifestations and proof of the forces, the movement, the infinite possibility, and yea, even the hope, inherent in Nature&#8230;all symbolized by the Light. Is not the sun yet commanding imperiously, confidently from above? Is this not\u00a0clue enough that this ubiquitous cloak with which we are encumbered is more<br \/>\na shroud of the mind, than of matter itself?<br \/>\n&#8216;If mind did indeed create this sepulcher of a death-life sadness, then<br \/>\nmay not the mind be able to lead us thence from this shadow, into the<br \/>\ndazzling brilliance, hope, and exhuberance of which the universe is actually<br \/>\nembued? To reclaim and reestablish into their life and age this hope, this<br \/>\njoy &#8230;this Light&#8230;now must be man and woman&#8217;s paramount endeavor.&#8217;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Mind&#8230;Lead Us From This Shadow! \u00a9 Copyright, Frank W. Andres, 1983. All Rights Reserved. &#8216;Oh, the gloom, the despair of an age, an age convulsed in tears. An age of&hellip;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":474,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[19],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-465","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-flash-fiction"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/cftheater.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/465","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/cftheater.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/cftheater.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cftheater.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cftheater.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=465"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/cftheater.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/465\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cftheater.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/474"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/cftheater.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=465"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cftheater.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=465"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cftheater.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=465"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}