Mark Anthony Rockeymoore

01/25/2026

01/25/2026

This is so.

A life of traveling, as an Air Force brat, a soldier in the Army, then university to university, country to country, city to city, job to job.

You learn to accept and release as a matter of course living this life; that the only constant is you and that each place is different and calls forth a different version of you.

You come to realize that those seemingly disparate versions are showing you something real and intrinsic to your very beingness.

That you are not the you that you perhaps thought you were. That you are infinite. That you are eternal. That “you”, is a vast, multifaceted, multidimensional being that can be and do whatever you choose.

And that realization opens up all of Creation and beyond to you.

If you claim it. 💫✨💫

01/25/2026

🙏🏿🖤🙏🏿

01/23/2026

I pray for God's will to be done. Whatever that might be. Implicit to this divine request is a tacit acknowledgement of Mystery. Of the importance and primacy of the Unknown in our lives.

As quiet as it is kept, the illusion of control is a fickle chimera. We really do not know what is going to happen a minute from now, let alone an hour, day, week, month or year. That we traverse our days seemingly secure and assured of even a single minute of continued life is the most astounding act of faith possible. And yet, it goes unmarked upon.

We all collude in refusing to discuss death, the Greatest Mystery, in terms other than the most abstract or objective. It is rarely personalized. And when we do discuss it, it is in generally hushed tones and the conversation is brief and filled with awed reverence and barely suppressed fear.

If you do not know what comes after life, how can you do anything but fear it? The fear of death underlies every, single other fear we experience. And that fear is indeed the fear of the Unknown. Until you know, experience for yourself, the ability of consciousness to exist outside of the body, there is no way to get over this fear and therefore you are bound to it. It rules your every consideration.

God's will, therefore, is really life itself in every aspect. Is every person, form of conscious, material expression of the divine will to Creation, to Be. Every coincidence, word, action, meaningful. Every event, portentous. Something else that comes clear once you've seen beyond the veil and experienced multiple facets of extradimensional reality.

It gives you a solidity and a "shine" that is perceptible to others as your aura. High vibratory emanations of some energetic form yet unknown to mainstream science but heralded by traditions the world across since time immemorial.

Chop wood, carry water, live your life. Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow, we die. And are born again. And again and again. And not necessarily here. Or even in material form. But that is a discussion for another time.

01/22/2026

It is so.

When you lose that person who gave you unconditional love, you feel alone. You miss their presence, miss the physicality of their expression and your memories of and with them become entombed in sepia-toned, grief-fraught amber.

The way they saw you and loved you is enshrined, because no one else in the world can love you or see you the way they did. It is easy to become entrapped in that state of constant remembering, it can become obsessive when held too long as the physical processes of the mind remap synaptic connections fused in new pathways by the chemical remorselessness of thought and emotional carving.

The literal “crack” that results from the trauma opens you up and you are presented with a choice. The grief must be felt, the agony of loss must be experienced and there is no way past that. The only way out is through and that process takes time. There is no rushing through the grief process.

Sometimes I will just be going through my day and something will remind me of my mama and a primal scream will arise, unbidden, and I find myself in tears, in a coffee shop, at work, watching a show at home.

Other times she comes to me in a gentle cloaking of love and wisdom, seemingly hovering over me, smiling and embracing me from the non-physical realm of existence.

That missing never seems to go away. But the process of incorporating that love into daily life is an integral part of the healing process. Remembering the good and the bad times becomes an act of divine forgiveness for your own lack of mindfulness, for not appreciating what you had when you had it or, recognizing the times when you did honor your loved ones and showed that respect in ways that they could feel and see.

Identity does shift. We do become someone different as we incorporate who they were into who we are. If they are a family member or close friend, they live on through us in tangible and intangible ways, as we remember and deploy the lessons we learned with and through them into our own understanding of how life should be lived. Or not.

And we share them, invoke them thereafter in our thoughts, words and deeds. Because we are no longer alone, in the sense that their physical presence is gone. They are with us, always, available for consultation and conversation in ways that provide us comfort and, eventually, we arrive at that place known as the “peace which surpasses all understanding”.

God be with us in all ways and at all times. 🙏🏿🖤🙏🏿

01/15/2026

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