Heartbrokenness
Heartbrokenness is a prerequisite to enter the palliative care of your soul.
Heartbrokenness as a prerequisite to dance on the palliative care of your soul.
Practicing interdimensional healing
Whatever that means
“To honor our grief, to grant it space and time in our frantic world, is to fulfill a covenant with soul – to welcome all that is, thereby granting room for our most authentic life. ”
“He liked the odds of being outnumbered, outgunned. He liked the idea of fighting for his life with his back against a wall. He liked being able to think for himself.”
“Find a way, or make one.”
“The Quakers were the least obsessed with history, the least addicted to the idolatry of things in time. They believed that the inner light was in all human beings, and that salvation came to those who lived in conformity with that light and was not dependent on the profession of belief in historical or pseudo-historical events, nor on the performance of certain rites, nor on the support of a particular ecclesiastical organization.”
My dad read my essay I Feel Trapped. He was concerned about my mental health. He’s a good dad. But let’s flip the tables a bit here. What else would JP do anyway. Flip the tables and douze em off with a round of tequila!
The sane will be labelled insane, won’t they? It’s like, hell, there’s a communist/fascist/call-it-whatever-you-want takeover of the free world, and mourning is seen as a bad thing. In what kind of world do we live in!
If you haven’t mourned the death of the world that we lost, you are doing it wrong. Heartbrokenness is a prerequisite to enter the palliative care of your soul, and it’s only there and then on the sacred ground of your sorrows that you can mend the wound of your discontent. Anything else sold to you is a band-aid remedy.
As Francis Weller wrote in The Wild Edge of Sorrow, bringing grief and death out of the shadow is our spiritual responsibility, our sacred duty.
Yes, I go dark sometimes on this blog. And sometimes I wonder if The Most Beautiful World should be re-labelled The Most Fucking Depressing World. But the beauty bestowed to us –the heirs of the One– was a gift for us to discover through the challenges of life –the highs and the lows, all of it–. Beauty is only beauty when there’s something to be compared to. There’s only sorrow for there’s joy. There are only offings cause there are lands out there. There is only a dawn causes there’s dusk and the-morrow brings the everlasting hope seen through the flames of our being.
And right now, the Elites are subduing humanity into a trance, into a state of anesthesia to keep our sense dulled and entertained. Reality’s too good, and you risk the chance of discovering that you’re God! The Player One (albeit not ex-nihilo!). So the power that be felt the need to repackage this whole goddamn reality and give it back to you sanitized…dullified (yes, making up words meow).
That is what I am mourning. In 50 years from now, if there’s 50 years from now, and if we talk only about the third dimensionality of things, it will be so hard for human beings to discover the Truth. If in 2020 we are already experiencing 1984, wait until 2040.
We need to find land to welcome those we will need to grief and reconnect with their true being. This is the Great Work.
The Great Work is helping humanity, one being at a time, to reconnect with the Whole. The Great News is this: that you are One with the cosmos. There’s no duality. You are the full spectrum of good and evil: Jesus to Lucifer and back. You are meant to reunite with the cosmos and your higher self.
This message, that you and God are one, will get you crucified, or so history teaches us. You are the Universe, you are It. I know this from my own experience.
Yes, you should mourn the death of the old world. There’s salvation in sorrowness.
We must observe the world in the tears falling on the frozen ground. This world is dying, frozen to death, forsaken and cursed by the fake gods worshiping their Luciferian ancestors. That world is gone… gone to enslave a mass of beings.
Mourn the death of it, and never looked back.
On the frozen ground lays the shadow of another one. The light’s shining dimly above the horizon that casts a new form of hope is our new ground: the ground where tears danced their way down to oblivion.
Embrace the shadows of this new era. The winter of our discontent is only the first step on the palliative care of our soul, the first step to healing.
The second step will come as a wave of reality (reality: what is real, duh) crashing down the walls of your heart: you must touch reality to awake your higher self. They are trying to suppress reality with their transhumanism agenda, that’s clear.
And if you let the waves of the Cosmic One, it’ll break the dikes surrounding your heart, for love is the melting down of those boundaries, the breaking down of the walls of division that entrapped you on an island. We must steer our attention to a brighter world, to a better one. We must shift our awareness away from the train wreck. Only then can we see the magic of life.
The waves will always outlast you, so you better let it go of it all and jump in the flow! Do not resist. Cries are what sustained humanity through the darkest of our collective nights.
Jump on the eddies and let your life be the most beautiful ripple of love on the cosmic mirror of our Multi Verse.
Worst case scenario, you die.
Which meant, you lived.
Go out there and go crush some walls through the raging tears of your mourning, and plant a new seed of hope on that holy ground.
“If the ocean can calm itself, so can you. We are both saltwater mixed with air.” – Nayyirah Waheed
Out.
JP