Dark Light

SOC Writing _ 3.3.21

 Dark Light

Here and there are openings, portals to other worlds – dark places that require a surrendering to enter – here and there a full completeness of nothing takes place and we are left fully fucked. Nowhere to go, nothing to do but accept, surrender and be taught by dark itself. Always ascending, always light creatures we have strayed from the 92% of reality – we in our light speed attraction can only ever hope to reach the nearest galaxy, cannot attain the deep space where much of our nature is held - the fascination with the dark – the terror filled depths where life is uncertain but is never the less goes on. We are going to have to go down – the deep steps – uncover our own reluctance to ever be undone. We have a collective pact to ignore the dark and it is now showing – our planet in disarray – our souls saying that there is little left to do but despair. A seasoned forest has more knowledge that all of us humans. Has abundance of the story of life and death – dark leading to light and back again. We should, we must go to the forest floor in darkness and watch and feel the slow arising of life in utter decay. Or descend to the abyss and in that inky pool discover our mother calling through the dead currents – moving towards us in ominous ways. Here in the fascinating deep is our life – our new observance of the altar of everything we take for granted. I say, do you feel this? Is this dark light expression just a fancy, or is it real? Can we by some measure shift our whole trajectory in an instant by worshiping the dark - that which we do not know – go down below and tow that line – pull up the shallow anchor and with every thing we have left – throw ourselves over the edge into the place we swore we’d never go.