Perception

Thousands of feet were going as fast as they could, trying to hide in any dark corner or crevice; their sound muted by the harrowing scream coming from somewhere far above.  Loud stomps and shrieks dominated an entire family, echoed and permeated the beings below.

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The rustling at her back gave her motivation to continue to find safety.  She crawled slowly, deliberately, trying to avoid any threatening movements or sounds.  It was so dark that any person without night vision would not be able to see.  She used this to her advantage, driven by fierce maternal instinct.

The rain was pelting the windows, and they would not be going out tonight.  This was an obstacle she would have to cunningly maneuver, as the sounds above reverberated throughout her entire body.  Her little feet ran as fast as they could and then stopped, waiting for a complete assessment of the situation before proceeding.  A light came on from above, and she shrank back behind the door, mindful of the continued pressure at her back despite her growing fear.

Loud sounds and crashes terrified her, as the rustling became impatient.  After a few moments, the light went out, and the door closed, leaving her exposed.  No one was there to see her, though, but through her terror, she took a few moments to realize that she was, again, safe to move forward.

Quietly running across the room, she stopped when the crashing started again.  A deafening noise followed by the light above her stopped her dead in her tracks, frozen in horror.

The scream was like an entire atmospheric event, and before she realized what was happening, the crushing weight of the newspaper struck her, her egg sac emptied upon impact.  Death had come before she realized what had happened, and her venture to safety was cut short by the persecuting fear from above.

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“And He said to them, ‘Go into all the world and preach the gospel to every creature.’” – Mark 16:15[1]

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Wolf Spider with Eggs

[1] BibleHub.com, 2017, Mark 16:15, retrieved from:  http://biblehub.com/mark/16-15.htm

The Love of My Life

Dear You,

These words I say now do little to convey the truth I feel inside, growing stronger and more uncontrollable every minute of every hour.  Every day I know you, I learn just how much I can love someone else.  This feeling of vulnerability terrifies me, but I know that if being strong means being without you, I’d rather be terrified.  I’d rather throw away all the notions about what I thought I wanted and let you be my light at the end of the tunnel.  I don’t know where the tunnel leads or what the twists and turns bring exactly.  All I know is that if you are waiting for me there when I’m finished traveling through it, I will go willingly into the unknown to be with you.

Your beauty is indescribable and I doubt you would even believe it if I told you just how beautiful I think you really are.  I get choked up inside when I think of what it means to love you now, and how this will impact my own future.  I think of the way you make me feel beautiful too, and it is unbelievable to me.  I am not a saint, and I’ve done things that I’d never admit to, but when I’m with you, I feel clean.  I feel like your love for me is my reward for treading through all the hard roads I’ve been forced to endure.  I feel like there is something bringing you to me as a message of faith; that my prayers have been and are still being answered.

I know you love me.  And you know I love you.  I don’t say it, but that’s only because I want you to feel it, and if I said it all the time, you’d only hear it.

No matter what this life brings, I will love you for every breath I take, until I take my last.  If I could make sense of this, I doubt it would feel as amazing.  It doesn’t make sense, it doesn’t even align with my own personal moral code, but it’s something I cannot control.  I cannot deny this love inside of me because if I’ve ever tried to, it simply crushes me.  It’s a force of its own, and because it is so incredibly strong, I have to release a little of it from time to time.  If I didn’t, it would destroy me.  If I never told you how much I love you, I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night, or look myself in the mirror.

Kahlil Gibran on Love

“When love beckons to you, follow him,

Though his ways are hard and steep.

And when his wings enfold you yield to him,

Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.

And when he speaks to you believe in him,

Though his voice may shatter your dreams

As the north wind lays waste the garden.

“For even as love crowns you, so shall he crucify you.  Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.

Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,

So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

“Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.

He threshes you to make you naked.

He sifts you to free you from your husks.

He grinds you to whiteness.

He kneads you until you are pliant;

And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.

“All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.

“But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,

Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,

Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;

For love is sufficient unto love.

“When you love you should not say, ‘God is in my heart,’ but rather, ‘I am in the heart of God.’

And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

“Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.

But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.

To know the pain of too much tenderness.

To be wounded by your own understanding of love;

And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;

To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;

To return home at eventide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.”[1]

Ich werde dich für mein ganzes Leben lieben.

Love,

Me

[1] Gibran, Kahlil.  “On Love.” The Prophet, 1923.  Retrieved from:  http://www.katsandogz.com/onlove.html

The Greatest Divide

“As to whether a soul is developed or retarded during a particular life depends on what the person holds as its ideal, and what it does in its mental and material relationships about that ideal.” – Edgar Cayce

 

As human beings, we are made to be self-aware and given the ability to choose in accordance with free will.  While there is no clearly defined line between right and wrong in most choices when referencing free will, there is a sort of moral compass which guides us to make the choices we do.  All too often, we later realize that we could have made a different choice that would have yielded more favorable consequences, and thusly, regret is born.

Our soul is dependent upon our inner moral compass, and can only exist in enlightenment when we are able to discern the likeliest consequences of the choices we make, acknowledging our self-awareness and the impact it can and does have on others.  This process, while seemingly tedious to young souls, is ultimately the process by which we all achieve our true connection with the Universe.  To live without regret means to make the choices necessary to achieve balance and harmony not just within our being, but within our community, our society.

Peace is possible only when people are able to freely express their inner thoughts, opinions, feelings, hopes, dreams, and desires.  Therefore, peace is an impossible concept, as there are too many definitive differences between every person to ever live and walk this planet.   The closest we can ever expect to achieve is tolerance, and that is only when people are able to refrain from judgment of their fellow human beings, even if they cannot personally identify with them.  Accepting people as they are, respecting their differences and appreciating their viewpoints is something that every person is capable of, but because of self-awareness and its proverbial double-edged sword, this is impossible as well.

No one knows everything, but we all like to believe we are the authority on ourselves.  However, when we fail to realize the impact we have on other people, we fail our very souls.  We create our own karma, and in doing so enable the fears we seek to destroy, allowing them to destroy us instead.  This is what makes us human.  This is what makes us tragically beautiful.

I Am

Written in November 1995

I am the darkness you try to hide

The ruthlessness that lies inside

An emotional roller coaster ride

Nothing can stop the pain

The trembling, thundering rain

I am the darkness you try to hide

In those faces, every day, you see

In their eyes, that cry, look inside, that’s me

Nobody thinks or cares to set me free

Some universal addiction to agony

As if they know, their laugh is snide

I am the darkness you try to hide

Like a vampire, my “life” is eternal

Like hell, I’m trapped in an inferno

My keepers seem longing for something maternal

I prefer to remain nocturnal

No matter how hard I try to die

I am the darkness you try to hide.

“Vampire’s Kiss”

Written 11/10/2004

Don’t stop…

Sinful, delicious, excruciating, perpetual

Spiral of agonizing sweet torture…

Animated pain through rose-colored

Lenses; vicious and gentle consecration

Of unholy lust burning within my

Sacrificial body given up for the

Gift of frenzied loving madness only

Known by twin flames’ love…

Burn me…

Watch me scream for your mercy,

Knowing there will be none; silence

Me with your tongue…

Don’t stop…

Wrench my hair back softly…forcefully

Fearful fascination reflected in my

Unwavering, hypnotized stare into

Your eyes…as you thrust harder

Between my thighs…

Pierce me…

Taste my flesh on my neck, take a

Generous piece and watch my spine

Take control of me, curving my body

Into you, into me…

My chest heaving from the floods

Of ecstasy…

Make me…

Point the Finger – POST-ELECTION RANT

So many people want someone to blame for the sorry state of affairs in the US today.  So many people don’t want to take responsibility for the rise of a man who has ZERO political experience, ZERO military experience, ZERO compassion for human life, ZERO interest in what the population with an IQ above 75 wants, and ZERO business in the White House.

Point the finger at your neighbors, your friends, your family, your spouse, the people who voted red, the people who voted blue, the people who wrote in their votes, and the people who didn’t vote at all.

BUT DON’T POINT THE FINGER AT THE ESTABLISHMENT.  GOD FORBID YOU BLAME THE ACTUAL PEOPLE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MESS IN THIS COUNTRY.

Point the finger at yourself.  It’s YOUR fault that Donald Trump is in office.  Why?  Because you refuse to acknowledge that this country’s party system is flawed.  Because you let yourself be pigeonholed into a tiny little red or blue box.  Because you laughed at the jokes, spread the memes, and didn’t believe it could actually happen.

It’s my fault.  It’s your fault.  It’s everyone’s fault.

We made our beds.  Now we have to lie in them.

Get comfy!