The Crumbling Walls

Originally shared on Facebook · 2nd August 2022

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It's like I'm watching an egoic structure crumbling away. It no longer serves. It is an unsafe supportive system. It is obsolete. Redundant. It was created unconsciously when I was young and being indoctrinated upon by my habitat. When I needed to just find my way through the wilderness with a dimly lit torch, and a trembling heart. Needing to survive against all odds. I watched some tormented souls morphing in to ignorant beasts in my passings. I could not and would not stop to aid them. They would only push their burdensome karma down onto me as I was pushed to the bottom of the food chain, my will diminishing with every thrust they casted upon me. I was on my own back then. I just wanted peace. I submitted to my chains because I saw there to be no other way, other than a great deal of physical anguish. Hiding in the darkness and running away were my only options. I chose to exist safely, instead of not at all.

Fortunately the threat is no more. The past does not exist. Only in the shadows of my memories. I'm not in the wilderness anymore fending for myself. I don't need to keep myself locked away behind my eyes trying to find happiness anymore. I am on the pursuit of my real home now, with my real brothers and sister. I set myself free from that former hole 10 years ago. There is a better way now, a more peaceful way, a more integral way, a more wholesome way, a more meaningful way, a more loving way, a more fulfilling way.

The crumbling walls of a burning civilisation still stands in the way of a diseased withering away creature that makes its last desperate cling for survival. It's like I'm watching heaven descending upon from the heights, and hell ascending from below to undercut it. Who will prevail? A beaten down king, still striving to stand on his own two feet, sword tightly gripped in his hands, shield lifted high in the sky, persevering through war torn environments towards the cultivation of his throne. His arch-enemy striving to sabotage his every step, his every breath, his every heart beat. Wanting to overthrow his claim to the throne. A treacherous ignorance that is slowly decaying back into the pits of its own creation, with more desperation than ever before. He knows that if the king reaches his throne, then it is truly lost for him. Who will stand at the end of the world? A king or an unidentified intruder, that can't show its true identity?

Truth will always prevail, because it is absolute. It is the all knowing light of illuminating all delusions. You can't unknow truth. Only lies can you stop believing in. We all take on a load of the collective karma onto our backs as we are raised along the conveyer belts of the social unconsciously engineered system. We have our ancestors' mistakes to thank for that, and to forgive for that. We have those who still work towards its maintenance to thank for that, to forgive for that, and to offer healing to where we can. Do we fight darkness with darkness, or do we illuminate it with love?

I am the light behind it all, and so are you. I am you and you are me.

You are not the story. The story changes. Your plight evolves, your fate dances before you. Let your grievings go to rest now as you leave them on a wooden raft to float down a river and to be set free by the upcoming waterfall. Ceremonially aiming and shooting the raft with a lit arrow. Meditating on gratitude as you watch your past sail off into the distant sunset, to be gifted to The Divine, and returned to you with a glowing joyfulness and a deep sense of belonging.