What spirits do we serve, consciously and unconsciously? What do our daily rituals tell of to what and whom we are devoted?
What is a whole person? How do we feed all parts of our Self?
What is the Self? This vastness beneath the incessant chatter of the ego driven consciousness?
Why are we here? What is our purposed?
Can we ever succeed or is the striving and the journey indicative of the successful life?
Union, breath, magick, work, sweat, tears, loneliness, all these things are mine and yours. This is our birthright. We dance here in the dark stillness, surrounding by the din of confusion and chaos, and beneath it all? Beneath it all is a spark of divine that lives within all living things. Between the heartbeats of time and outside of time eternal, these are the mysteries.
You never stray from the path, even alone in the darkness, this too is your destiny. You are never alone, for there is no part of you that is not of the Gods.
I breathe, I wait, I cry out. In each opening of the internal eye, I see through the darkness. In the darkness is joy, and suffering of seperation. All of this is an illusion.
For we are one.
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