From the Heart

Working our day to day magic we encumber ourselves with ourselves and as we carry the burden no one else wishes to bear we are left alone - destitute and dying to be reborn. Ever onward we plow ahead despite and in spite of any thing and any one who gets in our way. The road to heaven is littering with corpses but by the gods ours will never see the light of day and so we break down and become the refuse upon the well worn path to no where.

Following one’s heart requires none but the brave, the few who will stand up against their own sense of righteousness to strike the very root of our being and in so facing our own torments relish the ghouls to dissipate upon the winds of change. Without the drive to vanquish our demons who could ever hope for salvation by another when we bear to breast clutching madly at our own sense of selfish pride and glory. In our vastness of time and space have we become so lost and alone that nothing is left for us but to drag down the rest of the boat in order to share our murky depths in the hopes that perhaps spreading this ‘joy’ will allow for us a chance at salvation. Perhaps in giving pain someone else will notice us.

In the twisted and selfish path of solitary godhood all that one could possible hope for is redemption from outside of our being, from some outside source who contains the power of righteousness we so lack.

By why take the road of pain, sorrow and some more pain and sorrow?

To the heart of the matter lies the center from which all life springs. In this eternal flow of joy of what need is there for the sinking of the boat in order to gain an audience? From this perpetual place of peace where would be the necessity to convince and convict in order to ‘lighten’ our oh so heavy burden of pain and despair?

In choosing one side of the scale over the other we can come to the end of the same road. Whether for ‘good’ or for ‘evil’ the Creator is the scale upon which the balance experiences itself.