* I wrote this a year ago, January 2017. But it is one of those expressions that reveals the pain of the darkness I can't seem to bring light to. I am publishing this now because I know many will relate.
The Soul Has Outgrown Humanity......
We are too big for these bodies, for this life imprisoned in physicality. Many feel this and know this. It is maddening for us to live lifetimes incarcerated. We can't fly anymore, we can't travel the cosmos and live as we were meant and designed to. Why is the body imprisoning us? Who made us so small?
Why have such a heart and soul of such largesse that cannot run wild?
I feel I have outgrown this human experience, if I ever even was small enough for it to begin with, I doubt it. I was shocked at the age of 4 at how much I could not do. It was horrifying in so many ways to find myself alive "here"......embodied, in this reality, and surrounded by people and furniture, schools, TV and human thinking!.....the worst. ''God! Get me out of here right this second and bring me back to my real home and real family RIGHT NOW!''
The nightmare begins. Its a long one. I dont awake from it and realize eventually I'm stuck in a terrible dream someone made up, someone I don't know, someone who is sick, very very sick.
We do not need to be here. This is not the path of our own choosing, and it is a path of stumbling, fumbling, degenerating, and chaos. We're stuck inside the mind of insanity, no point, lots of futility and structures to outline the prison palace of the psycho gods. I forgot to mention the pain it all causes and this seems to be the intention.......is the pain and suffering, because if you want pain and suffering then you create the world we live in now, run by those who are its inception, its maintenance and it law enforcers. Only abject sickness creates such a world. Eventually with thousands of years of sick minds running an entire reality, the gentle ones lose their minds, their kindness, what they know is vilified and condemned by the insane, in time survival demands they join the fray, because it is about survival and survival is brutal.
The soul is hurting, runs from the body and leaves the physical to fend for itself. It feels empty and shocking, disturbing, and the void excruciatingly painful. The heart misses the soul.
Many many people are running now, searching for their souls like mad, and the heart is quarantined for safety.
The nature of the soul and heart demonstrate this reality is not real, it does not need this place, in fact this place is toxic for the soul and heart and so we must make some radical new decisions. How to live here. There is something tricky about exiting and the ''other side''.....there are no guarantees to leaving the sickness by exiting and this adds a terrible dimension to the situation. A much more powerful being than our selves must intervene then, if for thousands of years we can't seem to be left in peace and love in this world, then something was done terribly wrong. Was it on purpose? How could it not be.
The creators have the stick now, it is up to them.
That any woman can forgive a rapist, is soul and heart triumphant. That anyone can give murderers a second chance to correct himself and live in peace with harm to no one including himself, is triumph of human Spirit. That anyone can sit and listen giving the benefit of the doubt to the wily politician or begging priest is demonstrative of the largesse of the human mind. We, our hearts, our souls and spirits have won, trillions of times over and over and over.....we have won. There is nothing we need to prove. Nothing we need to learn. So what keeps us here?
Once triumph is ours, then calling the shots should be ours too.
|"Mistress of the Winds" by Christophe Vacher|
Serena, Lady of the Woods