Monday, September 27, 2021

Writing Prompt: Persephone's diary entry on alchemy of saving the body

I am talking to you now from a space deep in the sea, while I sit lotus position from the seafloor.

The sunlight barely touched the space around me. This is a space deep and dark and cold, full of beings living in the shadow, they who have adjusted themselves in the dark, their visions are as precise as those beings living above, in the light. They are magical beings, they are just shadow selves. I sometimes glimpse them, but they are too sensitive that they easily hide from view, making themselves at peace in the invisible realm, safely tucked behind their protective veil.

I too know the balm that this protective veil offers.

Everyone living in this deep dark part of the world understands the importance of veil. Like Hades' mythical cap of invisibility, it is a valuable protection. Because they who easily bleed can bleed and bleed, eternally, even with just one unintentional light pinprick. I can never fully explain how sensitive they are, but believe me, they are deeply deeply sensitive.

I am here to address something.

It is my moment of profound understanding that the old has started to unravel, to break down, to dissolve and alas no more. And it breaks my heart. Together with the dissolution of the old, I am also losing the meaning of many hard earned bench marks that have defined my life. For example, the definition of success, the definition of achievement, somehow the definition that the old norms have set for me. I am in the midst of destruction, in a more intense and profound level, where the structures before were merely just shadows or illusions now. They looked so solid before, but now, they were reduced to dust, here now it is just an empty space.

It has come to my consciousness that if I want to keep my sanity I have to save myself from those fallen structures, I have to dig, dig and dig deeper still to recover myself and with the self that will emerge, so should new definitions of these important benchmarks that I have adopted blindly into my inner being. The old is dead, it is poisonous to keep retaining it inside, it will eat my insides and kill the last living cells of me if I don't remove it. It is like an absurd movie where the soul is saving the physical body and the soul should know the inner parts, the hidden, from the outer parts which will be the one shown in the physical realm.

It is the time when the soul should rescue the physical body. The soul is the surgeon, the physical body is almost dying, ingesting poison after poison. The soul can touch the physical body, it is possible, but no words can explain how. But I have seen it. It is really possible.

I am not sure whether I have this profound insights now because my travel to the Underworld is nearing. My cyclical visit to His realm is almost going to start now. The long procession to his kingdom is going to start anytime soon, I can feel it in my bones. I can hear his voice clearer and clearer each day. Time for me to be with Him soon. 

But before I go to Him, I need to redefine a lot of what I used to believe for the old is no more, but the wound it inflicted would never heal easily. It is a wound that one will carry in the heart for a long long time, almost for eternity. 

To have witnessed, felt and imbibed something so deeply lonely and profound is enough to send one into an asylum, one would wish to not feel anymore, to numb the pain, to deny the almost inhuman emotions related to it. Just like the shadow beings I mentioned earlier, they are as deeply sensitive in those vibrations. 

I will continue walking this universe of grief, the familiar silence and darkness, isolation, but I know I will re-evaluate the meaning of success, achievement, wealth, and those that we were blindly lead to pursue in the material world. 

Indeed the darkness and silence in this universe is not as frightening as it was before, maybe I am learning to adjust, who knows. I am tightly holding on to my veil of protection in this journey, because we who exist in the shadow don't know what kind of vibration will life throw at us at any moment. 

I do hope you will also keep your veil of protection around your body all the time.

Thursday, September 23, 2021

Friday, September 17, 2021

After getting NO

They say, ask and you shall receive.

Sadly, I asked, politely and humbly in my most vulnerable time, but I was given a NO.

I tried hard.

I was patient.

I wanted to make it work.

But then, it was not meant to be.

Now, I am living here in the consequence of getting NO for an answer.

I have decided already.

I will choose the real one. 

The one I can talk to and talk with.

Especially in my most vulnerable time.

This is my choice.

I have to live with it.

Monday, September 13, 2021

Moods #21


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Saturday, September 4, 2021

The Reclaiming

This article from Kule (2004) talked about a very interesting topic, this is the link:

https://phkule.org/article/297/hail-women-full-of-grace?fbclid=IwAR1ixk8B4aZ4a_DjUl1HQ7Fbra654AnhS9EMwRoN6lHbw_RZEj0P8iMVx6Q

Interesting read, especially because it is September, the month of the sacred virgin whose body was the vessel for the ultimate redeemer. The holy mother whose role was functionally similar to those vestal virgins during the Roman empire, if you want some TedEd video about these vestal virgins, you can access it through this link:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ER0Cu0KQFqM

What do you think?

PS

This is also an interesting read, another retrospect from Kule (1991)

https://phkule.org/article/296/an-intercourse-with-myths-about-sex