Do we succumb to the winds of fate or mould our fortunes into create and translate? Or rather do we scrimp and crawl while retching toward some heaven’s gate? As we voyage through the cosmic seas, do we wage war on the demons of destiny? I have both bathed in my own blessings, and plundered the grave of my own devilry To come to know and love the shadow within my soul chambers allowed the embrace of shadows of others in clear vision to direct my tracks No longer do I lose myself in the vividness of the dance, for the Light shines too brightly from behind the illusions cracks Paradoxically, souls often greet their destiny on the roads they swerved to circumvent it But a master manifester and Creator knows always that what is destined is also holy writ For the Divine plan unfolds itself through spectators of the earth, yet few with Vision see the end from the beginning living backward death to birth.
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The truth is, everyone’s spirit has its own story and its own lessons to learn, either in this lifetime or the next ones, and destiny is constantly whispering to you to guide you along your path. Stop and listen. You can hear it in the whistling of the wind, the rustle of the leaves, and the murmuring of the brook. You need to learn to listen to the language of nature and the universe. ~ Alberto Shaman
Aftersome ~ Astonished to think back on the bizarre sequence of accidents that brought you to where you are today—as if you’d spent years bouncing down a Plinko pegboard, passing through a million harmless decision points, any one of which might’ve changed everything—which makes your long and winding path feel fated from the start, yet so unlikely as to be virtually impossible.
“Above all, don’t lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.” ~ Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov