I saw them cross the twilight of an age, The sun-eyed children of a marvellous dawn, The great creators with wide brows of calm, The massive barrier-breakers of the world
31/05/2021
We let them win in their world and win they will
11/04/2021
The once reluctant mystic
Why not then if all these subjects are so interesting and worth looking into?
They all wither in the face of my awakening. They all fall short in the light of my transition. Even the deeper layers of personality and preference feel shallow and even pitiful as my consciousness returns from other dimensions. We are in a spiritual war, this is a prison planet.
Yet here they remain, remnants of my identity on which I can comfortingly reminisce.
Everything academic has been reduced to hollow pretense, what once seemed so worthy now subtracted from what really matters. Aware I am of how mechanical this density has become to me. The inner voice becomes louder each day and now I can proudly say: I am not of the world although I am still in it.
I heard the call, many trumpets in the sky.
31/01/2021
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30/01/2021
That is also why I am here
To wander through the underworld. That is also why I am here.
The experience of sadness and loss, the frustration, the heart is on a journey of understanding.
To feel all of life, to walk through the world and know every facet is the most precious commodity. The soul finds it's ecstasy in the breakdown, in the falling away.
There is no greater joy than in deep participation, fulfillment of the returning. I am coming home each day.
As I walk slowly through the hours, through the seasons; I walk through my seperations. I walk through my fears. I feel the cells of my body teaching me; pain is relieving me, my resistance is reading me, my depression is leaving me.
Just like tears falling from my eyes, so are the leaves falling from me. My incarnation is close to me in the cold of the night.
Do you not see the radiance?
The singing of the redemption is as the silver streams of moonlight. So fair; you have tiny shimmers like crystalline cobwebs in your hair.
The tones are softly calming, the music of the spheres. Yet once you were in utter darkness, in the midst of terror, in the crying years.