We are dying. We are dying. We are killing ourselves and we do not wonder why. Why disease? Why cancer? Why make such a fuss? Why not spend time living like the bumble bee or the daffodil or the lily of the valley? Why not spend time pretending to be gods? To be as indifferent and yet as powerful as a god.
My Soul. There was a time when I walked through life and it was turned off. Why should it turn on if I do not have the time, attention, ability to honor it? It started to come back, oh, I cannot tell you when nor can I tell you how. I just knew I wanted to know my place in eternity even if it meant I could never be the same among my fellows again. I didn’t care to be with my fellows if being with my fellows meant I had to forfeit my one link to peace. Real and Lasting Peace.
The collective mind of man – the socialized, civilized mind, the suppressed, repressed mind – has done nothing for me but give me bouts of insanity which were most unnecessary. I have a mind conditioned to negate the only reality I care to honor: The Reality of My Soul’s Incarnation. Hark and Hear: My Soul is the centripetal force, the real power, the source of all significant decisions which have ever been made in my life.
Why are so many people suffering such pains while they still walk the earth? I observe that many homo-sapiens choose to believe they are suffering from a doctor’s diagnosis. However, there are so many ways for the individual to suffer. Maybe I am suffering because I am single and my mother has taught me that marriage and child-bearing are the true successful markers of a woman’s life. So it is my mother who is the cause of my suffering? No. Another person is never the cause of my suffering. Although, it is always easiest to blame someone else. Society encourages scapegoats. It will never encourage the individual to own their own suffering and transmute that suffering into a closer communion with Life Proper, Life Transcending All Limits, All Dualities. The individual who can claim his own “I” is more often than not a target for society’s blame-shame-game. Thus, as I become more of myself; the more I feel myself to be alienated, exiled. An outcast.
“Oh the joy of suffering!” says Walt Whitman. Every human being has a share in the cosmic suffering. The more I attempt to deny the legitimate experience called suffering, the more will I suffer. Society does not easily accept within its shallows the unconventional, the unique; the actions, thoughts and emotions intrinsic to one’s original human design. The soul changes, advances. Society never does.
I choose, not to obey society nor to see myself through its pre-formulated eyes. I am an original, soulful someone who thinks for themselves and refuses to be spoon-fed stock answers as to the question of why I am suffering. “Why I am suffering?” is a question that each individual must answer from their own original energy and perspective. Some suffering, of course, is unavoidable. Human life is filled with loss and many reasons to despair. Yet, there are so many more reasons to rejoice, to celebrate, to fall in-love with the one time only limited-edition of my being in time where for a few beautiful moments of sublime participation, I dance with the universe and feel it flowing through and all around me…