The screaming
soul cries out to escape from our body and mind that seemingly entraps it. The euphoria of
our being longs to understand its entrapment. Who are we? Our body and mind with the soul
but only a part of our imagination or a free spirit lost in a black hole of human
existence?
The search, the quest, and the longing to find the real womb of our existence pushes us to
the edge of human insanity. Functioning, as we must, to live from day to day in our body
and mind, an inner voice speaks to us from the depths of our true being a language we do
not yet understand. Where is the oneness we ache so deeply for?
There are realms of human expression, quite blind to many, that speak to us like the inner
voice that keeps beckoning us. Creation. Spiritual creation that has manifested itself in
the form of human creativity. The “Muse” spirit flows from the unseen world to
the seen world. Unlike all the other creations in nature that blossom from the thought of
our true creator, human creativity is the constant flowing of that same thought. Like the
tides of the oceans, the rising and setting of the sun, the changing seasons, and the
birth and seeming ending of life itself, this unseen power flows constantly, energizing
our thoughts and actions to live as our creator made us. He made us in his own image - a
creator.
To live apart from that black hole of human existence, we must be a CREATOR. No other form
of life has the ability to create and change the world and our perception of it. We are
the instrument of our souls. However, our thoughts, our efforts, and our human strength
can do nothing redeeming, nothing truly beautiful, nothing really meaningful, and nothing
that changes anything or anyone but ourselves. But deep within and far away - there we
are. That oneness we seek. Like everchanging life itself, it gives us breath, it gives us
feeling, it gives us the gift of its own life. That is who we are. The arms and legs, the
eyes and ears, the mind and soul, and the instrument for CREATION to come forth.
We let ourselves go and feel the flow of this energy lifting us, moving us, giving us
thoughts and feelings to be the creators we were put here to be. We see creation, we feel
creation, we are creation.... We then create from these thoughts that have been sent to
us. This is the true meaning of blessed and our screaming soul becomes quiet and then it
starts to sing. This singing becomes louder and more beautiful as we bask in the warmth
and peace of the womb of our existence.
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