DREADING OUR HUMANITY

I have found it quite baffling why anyone should be suspicious of their passions or petrified of surrendering to their humanity, that sometimes even when they do, they’re consumed with mortification.


It’s all about the reconciliation of the forces within, that basically is the plague of the dualistic separation between divinity and humanity; which is the bedrock of the fears of our frail condition. There is divinity in all things, and in order to find that divinity; one should work with the material at hand- in the clay pot, which is the truth of God.


Our human desires are very much a part of our spiritual journey and through them rather than in spite of them; we would find God.


I am a spirit, you’re a spirit.


I have a body, you have a body.


Mine is slightly altered by the altering of my consciousness.


It’s not such a yawning chasm between your reality and mine. We all have our physical truths, mine may not be as photogenic as yours, but it certainly exists nonetheless. The physical dimensions of height and depth and width have no abstract tangibility at all and if you were to remove the spectacles of human limitations, you and I would face each other in perfect equality- signifying freedom.


There is an image that the soul holds - our human portrait.

There is a memory of the light it follows - the elusive beam.

There is a being that it yearns to become – the perfect entity.

There is a truth that it already is; and of this truth; none can escape - our humanity.


Who we are presently is a by product of the whispers of choices past; the whispers of fulfilment and echoes of the soul separated.