Shane Bruter Engisch

Shane Bruter Engisch Jul 2013

I believe that all of these different forms are also the human mind, but that being said, where would these personality traits stem from if not from the mind? I believe that there was influence. These "gods" Could be GOD in the spirit realm evolving throughout space and time as we continue to evolve and that we are what the spirit/dream realm manifest into. We are more than we know and God made it that way for us to ascend to him with adventure . I believe in something I can't quite define yet, but it's something of a blend between eastern and western philosophy. Western is very left brain and useful for foundation, and creating the lines we walk, but Eastern is very right brain and uses visual stimulation and spiritual science to examine those lines, accept them, and move through them. Together they could show the truth, but really it is all in the mind. Consciously you see it, subconsciously you feel it. The dreams and Gods that are written (like the Greek Gods) you could correlate them not only to personalities, but also to our navigation physically and metaphysically in science. 12 vital organs, possibly 12 distinct personality types, 12 months, 12 hours, 12 disciples, 12 reindeers, 12 days of Christmas, 12 inches in a foot, 12 Main Gods, 12 zodiac signs, and 12 main chakras. The number 12 is only significant for identification, but all speak a message of the same thing, the translation is just different for each.

It's like a song the continues on dynamic and technical as it progresses, then an octave change creates the same with a twist while simultaneously other songs run parallel, perpendicular, overlapping, harmonizing, colliding, splitting, connecting, fading, and never ending until the vibrations and reverberations create light stimuli that creates a similar matrix that manifests into physical matter we call this holographic universe. God just spoke the first note and then his essence began to split into many. The tree of life metaphor. We are all God, but we still have to seek God to tap into God because of how far we evolved from source.

I know the truth is there, but it channels in as fragments. Bittersweet to the hungry soul.

**FadedFate**

Shane Bruter Engisch Jun 2013

Mona Lisa

Oh so many mysteries
You, you want another life just to try,
To keep up with all there is to wake up inside the mind
How much time can you spend?
Seeking out,maintaining reticence
In and out. Harmonic, higher sense
Symbols come across and wind
Getting lost in blame's device

An immortal face
I see as this place
brings us all together and we come alive
Possibilities
come increase the need
fuel the fire necessary for this wild ride
Oh, you know where you want to go
The harder it is the better it is
To stand strong with unbroken hope
After all that you've been through

All of the answers are right in front of me
All of the answers are right in front of me
You can't hide away the truth

Lay the judgement's blade
down on the floor
If we open wide
We can touch the sky without the doubt inside our ways
Contemplate the humankind's direction
Read between lines of every public gesture
Eliminate the useless information
it conceals the light upon the infinite wonders
Symbols come across and wind
Getting lost in blame's device

An immortal face
I see as this place
brings us all together and we come alive
Possibilities
come increase the need
fuel the fire necessary for this wild ride
Oh, you know where you want to go
The harder it is the better it is
To stand strong with unbroken hope
After all that you've been through

And as we question every single night
listen to the voices, they are yours for a right
All of the answers are right in front of me
All of the wonders are here to set you free
You can't hide away the truth

**Faded Fate**

Shane Bruter Engisch Apr 2013

Layer Over Layer

Certain things create a chime and remind of times before a life
Advertising, a simple phrase one will say to another, an action much like one you feel you've seen
Will play with your senses like this isn't real

Then another sound like an echo of a bell chiming up ahead triggers a feeling of anticipation
as if it's destiny calling,
you already know it to be true, but it's waiting patiently for the next turn

Sometimes dreams feel more real than this reality, though I know that's not true?

One life's spark, One life's wave continues on and on with it's energy until it reaches the end of infinity

Could a new life over lap frequencies and match circumstance with another?

Or does the divine shine through a soul-prism creating a rainbow of lives lived past, present, and future?

I'm not for certain, but the fact it tickles my brain more than enough through the day everyday, tells me it's something to look into.... ;)

**FadedFate**

Shane Bruter Engisch Apr 2013

Secret Manuscript...I'm Dreaming?

Ink bleeds and sets in,
but the paper can be burned by a candle lit fire

To hold treasure in boxes and bones in gold crates
Last long enough to melt or decay in another's hands

One tries to surface Soul by telling the tale on flesh
And yet it too can be burned, scarred, eliminated

My pen writes beautifully, and organic onto my paper sponge
The ink bleeds like a river streaming vowels and consonants into a chest of melting, transmuting,
pure gold made by process in Soul and journey

There is no limit to adventure or bounds on idea
We only need to know we're alive to know the rest

I will fly when I need to and so will you
Pain is a wake up call

Deserving an immortal impression on Earth is asking to be the stones, the rivers, all life within the cycle
After learning how it is to live as all and move as one, then your mark shall be made

During this time, in the middle of it all, our words must continue to grow inside and push out infections
Which deter progression in truth, life, love, justice and happiness in the home of freedom.

If ever we are without paper and without flesh to bear our words, we must know there's another like a manuscript.

I will mark my words first and foremost in my heart so that they will never die

For Spirit never dies

**Faded Fate**

Shane Bruter Engisch Jan 2013

Hermit Crab

I know this place well
It is where I dwell
At times it can be forgotten
Ergo it is my shell

Reverberation fabricates strings and lines that demonstrate
Echos driven back to source with insanity to placate

Lessons are never learned within such solitude
Until a rupture occurs defeating meaningless platitudes

Fundamental discretion against complacent and ill-comforts
Do not take away visibility from the truth that sometimes hurts

Cracks emerge, illumination transcending
A surge, then an urge to crush this shell circumventing

I know this place well
It is where I dwell
In time I do remember
Ergo I leave my shell

**FadedFate**

Shane Bruter Engisch Nov 2012

Wormhole

Can you see the leaves are falling?
Just before a cloud of snow
Can you hear the children calling?
Wipe the dust of growing old

Let me show you what's on the mind
Grab a hold because you're in for a ride
Don't lose control
Because the body will just roll on down, to the sound
Earn is to learn
You got to learn before the burn alright, dance tonight

Whirlwind decide to make a mess of all the stars again
Direction changing
Who knows the truth of where we are?
Here's to hoping that the ground doesn't come up from underneath of me
These thoughts develop steps to harmony
Shift within the cycles
So we finally belong

**FadedFate**

Shane Bruter Engisch Nov 2012

Into the storm

Countless* dreams, vary in scenes, a fine, silver-line between *memory and fantasy
Each moment manifests a different plain to rest the tail of an incomparable, natural power that distresses
Many of importance and significance to the objective and subjective mind placed within it's relevance
To the universe, death and birth, comparitive worth, is a waste in each turn of the earth
So unbound by the sounds of distracting crowns of falsely owned ground
A leap is made with no dismay, with a reassurance in the smile that everything is ok

**FadedFate**