I will not start with something as heavy as ‘finally’, as finally is such an indicative word, meant to be telling, to be absolute, although it is really not. As a concept it is empty and void of meaning, there is no finally, eternity will go on forever.
Instead of finally I will chose Interregnum, for the meanwhile, as the journey still continues and in between we steal moments to take time and reflect.
In the meanwhile, I make a pact, the Shell that is me, Michelle as I was appointed in my youth, here at the shores of the endless black ocean that engulfs time, with the spark that is my soul, endless, formless, individual to itself only through me, part of the Monad without.
I make a pact, the Shell and the Divine, for as long as I exist to serve you so too I deserve to know you and all that you know. What does it matter if by result I fall from the Light of Illusion into the Twilight of Dreams? I understand my destruction is absolutely guaranteed, preferred to a lifetime of lies.
And just like that it is settled, all that is required is that you arrive to this exact point in order to make the choice to take the blue pill and say yes to that one drop. So mote it be.
A bit of a blur here to be honest, please do not compel me explain this anymore than I have laid it naked in my thoughts. On we go.
A small dot, a fragment of the imagination, a blue bubble suspended in the Void. Regard it as it spins through time and space, mesmerising and fragile as it cuts through the Milky Way, on its way to its four and one half billion year celestial date with Andromeda. The galactic tides turn and who knows what happens next?
And what of Gaia? What of the Billions upon billions of lives and stories lived? All the tears and tales, tragedies and victories? I guess it matters not much at all as to how the stars perceive us, or what the truth of our fundamental nature is, to each person that has arrived here through the bloody gates of birth there is given a spark of life to do with as she/he pleases. I guess that’s all we will ever really have that is ours: our own lives for ourselves, superstars in our own cosmos.
In the meantime we continue to spin.
The power and glory of this alchemical union between spark and dust is sacred and secret to each, the unveiling of the mystery ensured though life and death. Go with it, flow, be honest to yourself but at the same time follow your heart. Often times your heart will betray you but you will be fine if you do not betray your own heart.
I guess interregnum I am done.
