Heartbeat

“If you can see your path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it’s not your path. Your own path you make with every step you take. That’s why it’s your path.” J. Campbell

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A moment sooner or later, a phone call answered or not, a word of warning heeded or not…less than a feather…a sigh…is all it takes for the scales of life to tip out of balance.

Then comes the tsunami…replacing, in an instant, what was familiar with a new reality, furnished with a chair, a table and a bed you have never used before, inside a room you have never been before, with a view outside your only window you have never gazed upon before…not that it is any different from the view you are familiar with…You are. Different.

Between Timelines, at the junction of two lifelines of the palm of your hand, still confused.

Events carry you on their shoulders like a driftwood riding the current of a fierce river, leaving you breathless to watch as the world goes by. When in reality, breakneck speed defies only what you can adsorb, make sense of.

Then, the Pause: from 1,000 miles per hour to 0 in less than a second, your soul is anchored to a single point with a chain that has neither sufficient length nor any slack, deprived from any movement and freedom…minutes later your body catches up with your soul…the trial by fire begins!

What you thought as your biggest weapons, become your worst adversaries…three demons await you to measure against them.

Weapons they carry, none. They need none.

Your thoughts, your fears, your pride, your guilt and tears, your stubbornness, your illusions of might, your denials…are their weapons. You are.

At your weakest point, they attack.

At your illusion of victory, they attack.

At your moment of desolation, they attack.

Engulfing you with such darkness, like no other you’ve ever seen; bringing forth a beast of a self, twisted and in agonizing pain; having but one purpose: give in, give up, drown willingly, convinced that’s the only way out.

You watch yourself burn and, in the process, shed every layer of who you are; your flesh is ripped from the bone, yet you still give in to the madness, the false prophet who offers rewards of oblivion…

…only thing the three demons ask is to be proud, “do not let the ones who love you help, what are you, weak?” …indulge in the judgement “useless, worthless” no one else but yourself brings forth…”surrender…give in…no more pain…give up”… to a soundless, airless, lifeless and lightless void.

As you sink in the quicksand of your own shit, there lies your chance…to deem yourself worthy, to reach out for the helping hand, to rise above what is to what can be…

…in your darkest hour when all hope seems gone…

…when sanity is only an “in” away from her sister…

…trust…trust…trust…

…there are forces to aid you…

…companions, blood brothers,  who will not hesitate to enter the fiery storm, just to be by your side…

…souls, who eagerly share a part of your burden.

You will be humbled beyond belief…

…you will be so naked, that light will pass through yourself without any refraction…

…then and only then…

…You will rise…

…and you will know…

…and yours will be an ever-expanding realization…

…yours will be a new understanding that transforms everything…

…light & love…

…not as a new age bumper sticker.

Light and love, as the prize for surviving the trial by fire.

With your Warrior new skin, you embrace what is the quiet essence of the universe and beyond.

Then and only then,

you will be the grain of sand in the ocean of time...

…a grain that contains all the ocean and no time…

…light…love…are timeless.

 

BY THE COMPANY OF WARRIORS I KEEP

Spira / Nick © August 2022

 

 

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“The goal of life is to make your heartbeat match the beat of the universe, to match your nature with Nature.” J. Campbell

 

[ And yes Denise, I owe a beat…

Here it is, in this non Six Sentence non Story…

 The Lion The Beast The Beat]

 

 

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