What the hell does it matter if you die penniless? You can keep nothing from your brief time in this world except the essence of your experiences, life lessons, and the love you cultivated, explored, gave, received, and remembered along the way.
Author: Trance
Artist. Writer. Truth seeker.
The “freedom” I have had in this life to pursue the truths and broader metaphysics of this realm has come at a high price. But, in hindsight, I have paid it willingly, if not frustratingly, because the spiritual mission of my life’s intention overrides reason and common rationality when it comes to practical things such as tending to the routine of paying bills and attaining any semblance of self-reliance. I never got married and have been single for most of my life. I have no children. I own no property, nor do I really have any savings. I don’t think I’ve ever owned a vehicle that didn’t have the “check engine” light staring back at me. And yet, 48 years into this primarily solo journey of mine, this is how it is.
Our one and only mission in this world is to use our abilities, skills, and talents to benefit humanity. We are given inspiration, insight, ideas, concepts, and solutions so that we can regive, reproduce, apply, or propagate good with one another. The extent to which we can channel those generative energies into tangible results — by producing, creating, disseminating, and following through — would thus be the standard by which we would measure our success.
Throughout the ages, humankind has existed in this realm amid a persistent conflict or contrasting of energies, a master wave comprised of myriad pulsing frequencies of smaller waves. This simulated reality construct maintains an oscillation of lived physical experience somewhere on the scale between good and evil. Regardless of the civilization, era, or epoch, it appears an uneasy homeostasis is perpetuated, whether by conscious and obvious or unconscious and subtle means. Whatever the circumstance, whatever the reason, the evidence is clear that neither good nor evil ever dominates entirely, but neither do they secede.
I am so powerful that I can use all the creative forces of this realm to make myself believe that I am small, weak, afraid, alone, and broken. I can also reclaim that power, always and in all ways, to liberate my self.