Who were you before your parents were born? Who are you now before you believe that thought? There is an imposter in the house. He terrified your ancestors too. With many names he feeds on your fear, is nourished by your sorry stories of better or worse, of me against you. There is a short cut, a way through this ancient suffering. Short, because there's no distance between the beginning, middle and end of this passage and who you already are. But it's a deep cut, a flaming sword that will take your head and feed it to the lions, releasing your heart to sprout new eyes that can see and ears that can hear. Die before you die. This is the miracle of life. Die before you die. This very moment, every moment, give up your fight against mortality. With every ounce of your being bring yourself completely here. Abandon your distaste of this earth and the guaranteed end of your body. You come from the stars, but every world is a true home. It is only when you meet death exactly as it is that you will know the difference between the vampire that sucks you dry, and the eternal light of the present. ~~Luke Anderson |
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