I had strange experience this morning, after rather sleepless night. I had the realization or question who made me hard and want to fight and have I always wanted to leave the planet? And what is this darkness or abyss that is in me that is not mine. With all the unearthing I have done to understand where behaviors, self-imposed ideology, and beliefs have come from, that they are either taught to me or programmed by some social or societal nonsense.
It never occurred to me that there is darkness that lies within me and the questions started flowing, as to where does this come from and is it truly mine, to how do I get it out of me. Like some black sticky strings of gunk that is within me. To who put it there and why. When I know that it is not me or mine and never was. To who's darkness is this and is this impermeable and is everywhere on planet. Or have I metaphorically just experience myself pulling off strings of crap. (this was image that I saw)_ This of course me just waking up this morning and knowing that this not who I am.
Did I just experience some weird chrysalis of darkness to a veil being lifted off me. This is not a physical but metaphorically and sensations of imagery. To the Love of who I know that I am. Not a wishy-washy half conditional misrepresentation or misguided words, with no meaning behind them. When we all our the love of God, Source, Universe and Divine where we been so engrained by the illusion that we are separated that we have forgotten who we are. These unsaid words of don't shine, or be bright as Sun, because other's don't want you to out shine them or beam your heart and love of light based on what exactly! That if you pull enough of the stuff away from yourself that it was always there and that it is something no one person can take away because it is from the heart of God. Not a trinket, not something that can be brought or sold, your can't trade it for the biggest pot of Gold because you are it.
As the Thinking human, thinking it into existence. To was this a rebirth of some sort. I still feel like me, less the black strings gunk like something out some type of Syfi movie. What was that, ugh. To what lies have we put around us. That if we could see that light and bring it forth for all to see, that it is all of us, and not some childish song of that "Little light of mine", truly it is the gift of who you our. And it sits in the middle of chest, pumping blood throughout your body to help keep you alive. That is not some metaphor of "it's alive", because you a walking breathing being by the hands of God. And you only need to acknowledge it and accept, as your truth of who you are. No matter how small you think that light is, it is there and has always existed and will always be there forever. Because we are all infinite being and can not ever, not exist.
When all you have to do look within you, and question is there a spark of divine within me. Why have I hidden it from myself and why do I deny it. Why do I deny myself. If I am creation it's self. And like the flowers that bloom or leaf fluttering in the wind, I am all that there is. Whether it is the stars in the night sky or milky way, I can not be nothing less, because nothing else exists. And it only takes just a moment, to look within to see or even acknowledge the thought that a electrical impulse is allowing me to be, just as I Am. The spark of God of everything. All you have to say is God show me who I am and allow it to fill you until that is all you are.
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