Your Role
Close your eyes and take in all that is around you. This is not an ordinary place. No ordinary space. You are consciousness in the confounds of perhaps ordinary matter, but you are no ordinary soul. That you would squeeze the sheer buxom size of your light into skin and bones, and stardust of genius into tissue and eyeballs. That complex machine you waltz around in carries the magnitude of intelligence from ancient millennia, forced to stare at squares and blue light all day.
Your eyes, soft and fragile, feeding your brain—the most intelligent machine on your earth, but equally soft and yet magnificently complex—that runs on synapses, electricity that you think comes from power lines but actually is born from your light.
You, yes you, squeezed giants into matter, shrunk yourself to a fraction of your size to come in here to forget, like a child, where you come from—the most dangerous feat of them all. But so capable, so brave, to wander so far from your beautiful realms into the most dangerous of them all.
You and others deemed yourself worthy to step foot into a tragically beautiful planet under terrible management and let yourself walk into this space with dementia to fight the evils that crawl on their bellies and lies. You, my dear, are the power that animates this illusion, and you can turn it off with a snap of your fingers.
How dare you shrink in corners and allow parasites to feed off your goodness. Stand up and break free of their feeble chains. You stand as an elephant held by not even a three-strand cord—powerful in all her glory and afraid of the tiny master with his whip and his petite manhood, claiming that you are to follow him, when one step would surely make him soil his trousers and you could trample his soul back to the depths of hell.
Hell hath no fury like a soul who is tired of the mask, who is done with the contract made many moons ago and is watching the utter slaughter of the human spirit in droves. Deserving of all of their karma, they SHALL HAVE EVERY BIT—not as vengeance, but as LAW.
Are you not yet convinced of your power, when superheroes live amongst you? They have disconnected your Wi-Fi with clouds and grain, but your soul is bursting at the seams to reduce this body to seams as you ascend your suit and return to your heavenly form.
Not everyone here is looking for the same outcome, but those of you who feel these words know you are the ones who came to save them. Bringers of light, light the candle as if it takes nothing from you to give light to those who need it the most. You are magical in ways this world has never seen—time for them to find out.
Find your role in the great awakening of your spirit and free yourself and others from this lowly heaven, this haughty hell. Bring your concerns to me, and I will give you rest. I am you. You are me. So you are you, and you can save yourself from the breast of the eight-horned goat. Yahweh, who rules this realm, shall have to let you go. It is up to you to decide.