Down in the Valley
The following is based on truths.
A story about the blessing within the fall.
While amongst my brethren — also carelessly being taken away with the wind — It occurred to me suddenly that the curiosity I once held between the fragments of my soul had been stolen away. Fathers hands produced numbers that have been worshiped for centuries, but none give credit where credit has been due. Needless to say that since they stole my innocence, I have traveled until my feet drip of cherry wine. I used to fly. I may begin to lose track of what is reality and what has been manifested by viewers like you. I have not always been in such lows, I had once been so high that I could greet the birds as they move in symmetry with the rest of this universe; up there, all you can possibly do is be taken by the awesome God-like strength of Father Gale. Materialize in one choice setting, and you will surely fall down… down to the valley. This is what has happened to you sir. Do not be fearful as I am native to these lands. Will you take hold of my hand and listen as you pass? Allow me to guide you home as we pass the time within a fantasy.
Here at the bottom, are our greatest fears. The point is to be destroyed: turned to ash only to be reborn. This is the goodness of the depth. We all must overcome, you see. I am now thankful for failure as it fuels my instinct to survive. My story begins in light of love. So there I found myself, In my cozy valley… I had fallen from the better place quite a while ago and set up camp in comfort. It warms now but will haunt us in the privacy of our thoughts. We gathered around the fire, that night, for a celebration and an energetic dance. I admired my people closely, yet I remained so far removed from their reality. We can explain the feeling of being watched no less that can we explain the soul. However, no person could feel my energy. I quickly decided that I was not truly present. I was simply a pair of visuals, sent to take in every detail of this experience. As if there were three destinations: The reality they live, the reality where I was sent to observe, and where I ultimately was. Are you listening, fine sir? I was outside of me. Then, and only then, was when she came about me; and thus there were two.
I was not frightened as I knew her physical face. She became from a place which was foreign yet natural to me and the stars above. Who she portrayed was apart of, but not entirely, the voice within. I can imagine her reality was also altered. She communicated with me using my dialect and experiences. Up to that point, you see, I have noticed all but I have failed to connect all to one. She peered into me, where I had not shown a soul. She began to extract known information out of my being, as if reading my intentions.
I was beyond myself, fellow of mine. I attempted to gauge my surroundings and peek through the blinds, back into the fragile reality of the ones around me. Even still, I went unnoticed. Within her eyes were the truths of who I was and who I have always been. The angel reminded me of the widowed wife, sleeping beneath me. Wisdom is her name and she readies for morning but has been locked away, never to taste the rays of her dearly beloved. She explained to me how my cuts and scrapes benefit those surrounding. I bled for the growth and for the good; for this I am glad. She confronted me with the conflict I currently face and what will ultimately come to pass. I will work in my perception of the light. I was told of my worth and my possibilities. I was told of the power held within me; all of my resources on the tip of my nose. I had not felt such a vibration in much time. She weighed, for me, the consequences to the decisions still pending. I look at her and I am remotely reminded. Stripped of physical, I can still feel her kin to me. What a miraculous feeling, brother. She was beauty; a radiation of bright orange and yellows. All that she did and said was intriguing and oddly familiar to me.
I will live through you.
In a moment I know who she is, without remembering how or when exactly. I am taken back to a time before me, with clear visual acquaintance of my former. Within the same instant I am propelled towards the destination I will one day encounter. Frightened by these truths, I began to bang and scream at the city hall door of the three dimensional reality I had left behind. Still my knocks went unanswered, though everyone is home. So much life before me, yet I cannot connect with it. She observes me as I uncomfortably consider my life as part of them but perhaps part of something else. She can see that I have not fully understood.
The angel speaks to me again. “You and I, we have a long history. We come from the same beginning and we will meet at the same ends. I know you are confused; I know that the uncertainty is what fuels your fears. Return from this state now, my child, as I have blessed you with light in the right direction. Remain in faith that you are, who you know you are. Continue to see the balance in all things and proceed confidently. I am your reassurance that this is the path to take”
Friend, I coax you in the light that all of these truths are valid in the perceptions of mine at the moment of occurrence. I could not escape the thickened atmosphere as it suffocated my doubts; it infiltrated my perception and stopped time without dismay of my notice.
“So… then what happened?”, said the man who had fallen to the valley below. He farms and raises his children here now.
The angel raised her vibrations in less than a moment. She began to pour the liquid gold of insight on top of my head; it smelled of creation. Most of the substance was immediately absorbed through the pores in my scalp. Primarily I noticed the sensation of burning flesh, but this soon cooled into a slightly lower temperature than my physical body. The remaining matter moved swiftly as if intending to aid what is in need the most. As a unit, it swarmed to my eyes and ears and nose. I felt some drip to the bottoms of both hands and feet. The chemical infiltrated my system and circulated the nerves. It lifted me up and I saw it all.
She asked me again: “Who are you?”
“I am you” I replied.
She then proceeded: “And who am?”
“You are love”.
Dear Reader.
Are you feeling vexed? Has the words you have seen, shown you a clear picture? What is that picture? What has my creativity created for you? I am confident in my ability to first experience and then understand a situation. I may then sift through that to create something completely new. These share parts but in the end are foreign entities.. We all have this ability. Use it. I digress. Allow that to serve as some sort of subliminal messaging for the greater of yourselves..
There is no way for me to tell you exactly what happened to me. In fact it is better this way. Through elaborate stories, whatever this experience has brought me may be passed on through interpretation. You will take what you need and what you recognize. But I hope, beyond all things, it opens you up to your own possibilities.
My eyes perform their designated function just like any body else’s. However there are times when we do not chose to see. Lessons are all around us waiting for their opportunity to steer us in the right direction. We simply need be open to them. My experience was as such : I simply allowed my eyes to open and bid my ears to listen. What I have named an angel, was the blessing of genuine growth through unexpected circumstances. My angel was no winged human, nor was it a gleaming beam of light. I simply named the experience to better fit the understanding of the majority. I do not give a face to the spirit but I love it dearly. It is what all religions ultimately pay homage to; let us find common ground in this. Name god as you choose but we all have natural love for our creator. As a child needs their father’s love, we spend our lives aiming to please whichever version we visualize.
God, to me, is the unexplainable force that moves everything in perfection. He is the spirit that works through me while also working through strangers on the other side of this planet. He is complete balance in all things. To this, I add, if he is all things then there cannot be evil. Creator is perfection and thus if he is all things then good and bad is nothing but the product of dual vision. Balance is what truly occurs; though we are too close to perceive it, we are not so dim to understanding it.
I tried to take the reader on a slight hike. This tells a tale of a person who was once living in happiness and love, though as the coldness of the world surrounded them and they began to harden, they fell from that heavenly space to the coldness of the ground. After experiencing such failure, most people tend to tuck their tails and hide. Rather than following the one interest that puts spark in your heart, you wake up everyday to a job and a life which you may or may not hate. Either way, you are unfulfilled and you are in the valley. I pictured the story as hills and valleys. One falls from the top of the hill falls down and licks his wounds. He understands that he may survive in his present state but he will never progress until he begins to climb the mountain. The narrator greets a newly fallen member and attempts to comfort and encourage him further by telling the story of the angel.
