Blinded by the light, we find sight in darkness by Guest Writer Peony.
“Everything is double …Everything flows, inside and out …” Hermes Trimegistus
I do not know how it was for you, but I often have the impression of moving forward in this incomprehensible and strange world…. like a blind person.
When we arrive in this world we are small, fragile, dependent, pure and innocent. But we are often immersed in a family that has itself personal problems that have not been resolved – the problems of everyday life. Basically they have not finished growing up, they have not healed and already they have a great responsibility: taking care of an angel.
When I speak of an angel, I do not speak of the Christian illustration, I speak of Being the true I.
Maybe we are all fallen angels.
The angel can be good and/or bad. The positive and the negative are in each of us, and that realization is difficult for many to accept. Balance is an inner and personal step….
Then the angel grows up. He forgets himself and becomes a being forever seeking himself –Â he develops his own qualities and defects, in any case that’s what seems to be.
One day, he may have the urge to be a parent or not. In short, life repeats herself… you understand.
But what matters in the life of an angel is that he is always able to see the beautiful things of life, an ability he tends to lose growing up. He forgets himself and the fog settles.
The fog of illusions, education, programming. Fears and misunderstandings develop, and are repeated like mimicry …and the angel becomes blind. Until he
realizes that all the little things he does not understand are the creation of another. They are in the fog…and the fog – the illusion of others has become his own illusion.
We can get lost in this fog but we continue, sometimes guided by artificial light at the end of the road. But if we stop for a moment, in the calm of the moment, the fog outside becomes darkness inside. And it is in this darkness and in silence that we can finally, if we pay attention, see our own light shines !
Our senses and the light outside had made us blind but we can see again. See that we are the creators of our life, of our reality and that the fog is there only to teach us to turn inward, guided by silence.
The spark caught on fire, it illuminates its own way and in this new perspective there is no more war and peace, no more good and bad, and for the choices and the religions, it is the respect for the life and death of every One. To each its destruction and construction, and vice versa.
All together we could perhaps blow on the fog to dispel it, but not everyone wants it.
Turning inward is a personal choice. Maybe the only choice.
We can sometimes change things externally but they are very special moments, like a call, a deep feeling, to help someone in a difficult situation for example, to take care of an animal …
The real change is happening inside.
I did not talk about love because I’m not sure how to express it and because for the moment love is often considered the opposite of hatred.
But for me hatred is actually only a small percentage in the complementary energy hate/love, at least in my experience so far.
Balance, could be a deep energy, which for me is kind of true love (I still use this word), a kind of total respect and that goes through the different stages of everything I wrote above and even more than I can not express but feel only. This true love is the One, the Great All.
That’s where I am today … for now …
Stay Tuned…
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mick
March 5, 2019 at 10:51 amWhat a wonderful article, Peony, and so true to real life. You go so far and after all the frustrations there is only turning inward, at first to find solace, but then the true adventure beckons. Hatred is but a small child that has not been nurtured. Twee, I know, but true enough.
ethompson
March 5, 2019 at 11:09 amHugs Peony,
Much loveđź’š…and thank you for translating my articles into French and putting them on your blog.
Markfarrar
March 6, 2019 at 3:24 amBrilliant title and text , Peony.
Love emanates from your writing .
Good to see your feathers are flying
Freely again , too , Mr. Crow…..
Christopher
March 9, 2019 at 6:09 amA very powerful statement. Much is communicated between the words.
Surely hate is a subset of love, one of the many ways of loving, not its polar opposite. Its polar opposite is surely disinterest.