Fear sat at my table; he sat with the coldest glare. Then, eyes rolling, he stood and formed a ring of fire, a gate. Not so hard it seemed. Yet from above it rained petroleum, soaking me from crown to toe. I sat there for the longest time, my head a shambolic mess. Water. Get water. And at this thought a dessert grew, miles of sand all around. All there was the fire ring, the stench of petrol and scorching yellow grains. All that was left was my God call, and therein the answer came.
The world became socially darwinistic with the ascendance of the money-nexus. For the system to function there must be a large pool of poor masses to work for very little. Thus the struggle to survive is baked into the money-cake. Always the goods, the resources accelerate into the areas with money surplus. That you feel this, that you have become a cog in a giant machine is a terrible nightmare, I see. We are working to change the system in a way that stable, that is not revolution, because revolution is a cycle, a turning wheel... this is social evolution. This is how we get to a future in which all are valued, loved and have a place at the dinner table. You were born to shine. You were born for love. You were born for more than others will ever comprehend, yet it is told in the heart of the divine. Feel your own divinity. Connect within to the eternal light. Heaven is yours.
In this broken world, if you need to put food on the table and keep a roof over the head of yourself of those you love, then honey, you do what you gotta do. I'm with you. I love you. But when there comes a choice of work that builds yours soul or steals it from you, take the path heaven offers as soon as you can. You are loved. You are wanted. You are needed. Sister, brother, you are seen.
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