I am not wise. I think I may be fraught with madness. It would possibly be my greatest joy to be separated from society, in a room with all my thoughts. So that I can dance away and fall into eternity. Exploring the vast expanse of my mind. Yet I feel nothing, there is an absence of anything emotional within me, because I know it might all be an illusion of the senses. What is this meaning I must find. Is there any meaning to be found at all. Maybe the life of happy drunk is a life well lived, than the life of a philosopher who wastes away theorizing life instead of living within it. But as is my philosophy, I love the wasting, I enjoy the emptiness and I welcome it with open arms. Unyielding to all the machinations of the world. My own madness is my truth. I have no truth for anyone else.
Words are spells that shape your reality and bind you to the narrative that you spin. Like a spider’s web, your magnum opus is defined by the spirals of the web that you choose to weave. Notice I said you. Not others. Your words cannot be spells in another persons reality. They only weave your reality based on your perception of what is true and what is not. The strong soul can never fall for the spells of others because it has a greater understanding of the lives that it has lived. The strong soul knows what part they play in the narrative and who they serve in this cosmic game. The narratives of others are of no consequence.
He who adopts the narrative of others blindly, is weak. He who seeks to force their narrative onto others is of even greater weakness. Because truth does not seek to force itself upon others, it simply exists and those who deserve to see it are drawn in by the light to witness and similarly embody that frequency. Correlation not causation. Truth is not a consequence. It is the silent but ever present guidance of the unseen force. That universal flow, waiting for you to re-discover it from within. But then again, this is my own doctrine. My own reality. This is the web that I weave. I am the master of my soul and the captain of my life. I am the only one who has any say in my reality.
You cannot take from that which you do not understand because you will be hurt. Some consequences are far greater than others. The greatest curse and perhaps the greatest blessing of physical reality is that you are forever doomed to be who you are. There is no overt punishment for straying from the source, or rather from God, the punishment itself is that very nature of being apart from divine love. It is the emptiness and hopelessness that comes with it. It is the endless search for some pointless meaning in this world that we see, straying from our soul and the source-soul, Amun. Our meanings are only to be found within ourselves not outside in the world.
So I say to you again, when you bask in the heat of the sun, that is God’s embrace. When you feel the gentle touch of the breeze, those are the whispers of God. Weakness or strength are vastly relative concepts that hold no negative or positive attributes in my book. These are simply states of being, weakness to me is susceptibility to malleability by other energies on this physical earth, sometimes you do not know the intention of the energies that seek to mould you, strength to me is the sovereign embodiment of one’s own self, of one’s own internal nature, without the need for mirroring or external validation to determine the internal nature.
At any given time, we hold infinity within. A vast spectrum of feelings, emotions and possibilities, whether ‘good’ or ‘bad’, we choose whichever one to embody. Everyone is responsible for the actions they take, everything has a consequence, every action or inaction sparks a mirrored action from the universe to reflect that inner nature. I see so much love in this world, so much beauty, it is our choice on whether to make this beautiful world we dream of, a reality or not. Who do you choose to embody today?