Love, be here now and save us from ourselves

Fyodor Dostoevsky said “Beauty will save the world” and Nick Cave quoted him in Nature Boy on the album, Abbatoir blues. It isn’t lack of beauty that anyone actually longs for though. For you can be beautiful and still not seen or loved. When you feel bitter and envious of those who are loved, you must be courageous and gentle enough to give your touch-starved soul the love you felt deprived of and let the light cauterize the wounds into scars.

I know what that’s like, and I also know what it’s like to love the scarred up monster remaining once stripped of what should have been given freely in a place of peace and safety, instead of fiercely clawed for through oceans of pain.

Choosing to keep seeing the beauty in yourself and your beloved, by looking through the lens of love is how people end up staying with another, but it’s absolutely futile if it’s not mutual and enduringly consistent. I now understand enough about energy that I don’t doubt what I felt in the past when I sensed the shift towards seeing me as something tiresome and severe instead of enigmatic and devoted.

Often the rift was due to listening to the worm tongue voice of a jealous and meddlesome rival. I look back and see me listening through lenses of projection, wanting to find the voice in the static that would make up for “what they’d all done to me” - like some dark and twisted fairytale where the princess became a poisonous siren with a secret python jaw to swallow you whole and a sharp toothy grin with a mean streak shone in her dazzling ruby lips.

My new myths are more nuanced and accepting of all of our claws and secrets and scars. They are more focused on our conscious abilities to rise above that umbra penumbra to let the light pour into the wounds, however searing it may be. Our ability to let go of those who prefer their darkness with love.

Oh, but the soft and fluffy ordinary world is the most beautiful and majestic facet of existence. There’s beauty in knowing how insignificant the I AM is and how we are actually all one. We hold onto what we understand with whatever our limiting beliefs are at this time and are constantly unraveling in a spiral dance towards the next level beyond this short trip to develop love. Constantly shifting and uprooting and letting go. Constantly blooming towards the light. ❤️‍🔥