Okay, this has been a beautiful series.
At least for me, Dear Reader.
It would be even better if you found some crumbs of inspiration that helped guide you out of your human hell.
But all good things need to end, if life would be milk and honey all the time we would never feel the need to find divinity.
Blind For So Long
As I wrote in previous chapters, I am now able to see behind the veil every now and then.
Since I see it´s hard to believe I have been so blind for so long.
I guess that is why I found my writings from 15 years ago, to show me how I struggled.
For many years I have known, but it has always been out of reach.
Like having a blueprint for the most beautiful sculpture but no tools to create it.
Or like learning a language nobody speaks, you see the words but you can not hear them.
I knew there was something at the Horizon, like the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
I knew the teachings I received made sense.
But I could not fit the pieces together.
I could not see the multidimensional world that I was learning about.
My view was still flat, and I was focused on what was at the Horizon.
How does one reach his or her Horizon?
The image has always been there at the horizon, for me to look at and dream about.
What changed?
What did I do differently this time, to finally complete the level, defeat Bowser, and save the princess?
It´s because I stopped focussing on the horizon, and started looking inside instead of outside.
I completed, at least engaged, and leveled up, going through those seven lessons in previous chapters.
The answers I was looking for were near, but I was looking for them in all the wrong places.
The Veil
When I learned about the veil I was a young Peter Pan running around like a headless chicken.
Clueless to my destination.
I had urges and cravings,
I had something that drove me wild.
I was looking, blindfolded by ignorance, but I knew it was out there.
A lifetime of searching, without knowing what you want to retrieve.
Words I never forget were;
You chose to be here, you decided to live like a human once more. To experience the pleasures and pain a human body holds once more for your love of this planet.
I was handed so many wise lessons by people I put in my path.
People I placed on my road out of human hell.
The wisdom I received was beyond my comprehension and so I could not assimilate it, I could read the words, but not hear them, not touch them, as if they were always just out of reach.
My Way
Even in High School, I was known for doing things my way, and eventually succeeding.
The same happened to what I wished for, those few wishes I had as a young dude I achieved by doing things my way.
It´s only now I know My Way, also applies to this next and somewhat bigger achievement.
I did not wing this one, like I did becoming a DJ.
This wish, or maybe even this mission took many years of preparation.
Years of feeling incomplete, not in sync with the world around for no particular reason.
On top of that, I am not one who believes in studying books and teachings. At least not before I built my own knowledge and understanding.
Once I build my outlook, then I am open to the perspective of others. My points of view should not be polluted by the ideas already floating around, not be based on their interpretations, enriched yes but not founded upon.
The question remained, how do I find something that I can not see, that I can not understand, without basing myself too much on the findings of others?
My Way My Book
I dug deep into myself and came up with a story.
It wasn´t much but it was a start.
The story was about a journey, and writing the story was the start of my journey...but little did I know.
That story was left on a shelf for years until one day I retrieved it.
I took away the dust it gathered, cleaned it, read it, was impressed, but not so much, and left it again.
Then one morning in the shower, many years after I wrote that book the veil was lifted for a bit, and I understood that the story was not MY story.
Or rather it was my Story, but not THE Story.
It was a prequel to show me the way.
To show me that my stories allow me to tap into something that seems out of reach.
The shower whispered, it told me about my true story.
The story I have tried to remember for so long.
The story about the promise we made.
I found my true story.
I started writing it.
And slowly the veil was lifted more, and more.
Writing The Story, Remembering, lifted the veil.
Now I see how I have been chasing my tail.
I knew I was looking for something, something I knew before being born.
The cosmologic drop into the womb does not erase all memories, those that were forged to remain will come down as well.
They do not surface, but they do drive your life.
It´s like the faintest shreds of memories long gone.
Like the glimpse left of a dream that you try to grab, but the image keeps escaping and all you can do is keep chasing.
Then the story comes back and starts to develop, it´s like you can see for the first time.
As if at least some part of the craziness called life makes sense.
My story that started in a past life spilled into my current,
Finally, I understood the mission & the vision I had for myself, before choosing to be born again.
many years I ran away from it. I knew I was carrying this mission inside but did not want to dedicate myself to completing it.
The story came and after years of being the headless chicken chasing its tail, I see the image I have been chasing.
I have known for so long what I was looking for.
So many false prophets tried to distract me.
As forces did not want me to succeed.
Today it feels like I have one eye open. I can see the darkness in which I stumbled many years and what I called life. The obscurity that engulfed me and tried to hide the light from me.
The Darkness lost this battle, I found what I have been looking for, what I have been chasing like a dog in heat.
I see, but I also see that it was just one battle, and the war is still raging.
The balance of that endless raging cosmic battle only shifted so slightly, and I can only wonder what is next. Why did I need to see beyond the veil?
As always I can see the why at the horizon, but it does no longer seem out of reach as before. Now it´s obtainable.
All I need is a little faith and a little patience.
To trust that all I need is already on my road.
A road that no longer leads out of hell.
Now it leads me down the path of understanding & enlightenment as I left hell some time ago.
Thank Goodness you made it till the end Pees, Love and I am out of here!
Previous Chapters
Mʏ Pᴀᴛʜ Tᴏ Dɪᴠɪɴɪᴛʏ & Eɴʟɪɢʜᴛᴇɴᴍᴇɴᴛ - Who Am I Behind the Mask?
Mʏ Pᴀᴛʜ Tᴏ Dɪᴠɪɴɪᴛʏ & Eɴʟɪɢʜᴛᴇɴᴍᴇɴᴛ -Test 2 - The Sound Of Silence
Mʏ Pᴀᴛʜ Tᴏ Dɪᴠɪɴɪᴛʏ & Eɴʟɪɢʜᴛᴇɴᴍᴇɴᴛ -Test 4 & 5 - Having Faith In The Unseen In My Darkest Hour
Mʏ Pᴀᴛʜ Tᴏ Dɪᴠɪɴɪᴛʏ & Eɴʟɪɢʜᴛᴇɴᴍᴇɴᴛ - Test 6 & 7 - My Long Hard Road Out Of Human Hell
Mʏ Pᴀᴛʜ Tᴏ Dɪᴠɪɴɪᴛʏ & Eɴʟɪɢʜᴛᴇɴᴍᴇɴᴛ - What Is Next On The Road To Divinity?
Mʏ Pᴀᴛʜ Tᴏ Dɪᴠɪɴɪᴛʏ & Eɴʟɪɢʜᴛᴇɴᴍᴇɴᴛ - Carpe Diem
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