No amount of soul searching will enable me to satisfy the emptiness that has accumulated within myself over the billions of years. It is a thirst that coffee or alcohol as I drink of these worldly commodities, will leave me unsatisfied. There is a dungeon where my eyes have landed and with the darkness of the dungeon goes the emptiness of my soul.
How awful this feeling of aloneness of despair that makes me wants to have addictions as a stimulus.
I want to run and hide from these feelings. I want to free myself from these emotions.
Emptiness, solitude, isolation, infringement.
Evident emotions at the point of failure.
"Return my soul to the centre of my beingness" I say to the feeling.
Let the music of heaven sing once more to me, like I have heard those songs before. The songs sang in heaven.
I am ready to rejoice in the coming of the new Christ.
My addictions will keep me tied down to the mortal life. I choose to follow the light that is shining within myself guiding me step by step to the other side of down.
I want to feel the flowers of this most wonderful garden where the love of God touches my heart. I want to have the diamond of life shining from my third eye like a star that has the power of the eagle.
Then the sun rises and shines upon my throat charka and descending slowly to the rest of the charka’s until it touches mother earth with its power and wealth.
I raise my arms high above my head and swing from side to side as the wind caresses my body and the breeze from the ocean knows that now I am part of the entire universe and the power of love. Amen
I make my energy and mental telepathy available to the right person at the right time.
I share the information spirit gives me.
Fundamentally I am in touch with the bigger picture of life and so it is, the beginning of a new level of consciousness that then will expand even further as I grow in the moment.
Here we are sharing the work I wrote a long time ago, when the process of clearing out the accumulated "stuff" started. The books, poems and words remained in the computer, for a long time waiting to be shared with the world.