All For More (Or Less)

The sun came up from the east as usual this morning. I dreamt about the horizon and how the underbelly held the colors of sunrise. I love these moments. They are limited by number, but beautiful nonetheless. I love the early mornings when the heavens above are laced with scattered clouds, all powdery and stretched out like the feathers of an Angel’s wings These things are beautiful—the soft pastel colors of morning in the sky, a gentle breeze that feels kind when the wind blows against my face, and the view we see of our Loving Mother, Mother Earth. I love it this way—a good, quiet morning. Perfect. However, now is a different time and of course, I am currently in a different place. I am temporarily elsewhere, or caged where the sunrise has been taken away and all I have left these moments are the pictures in my head. It is the morning after Christmas or to me, I see these as days of awe. These days are a time to reflect. This is when I face the mirror, regardless of the distortions or my distractions. I do this, not because a man of God told me to. No, I answer because I know that when my true judgement comes to me, I want to answer for all I have done. The distance between today, the day after Christmas and the New Year is short; however, The days between now and then are spent as a time for atonement to me. This is important and yet this is a hard time of year for me. But as long as I m living and breathing, I am equally growing, even if I have outgrown my tiny space or the people, places and the things which surround me. I know . . . I know that I have outgrown my place in this world. I know that Purgatory looks to keep me confined and the beast will always look like to hold me back or keep me stuck. It is apparent to me now, especially after the demons, and the dogs, the guards, and even the Beast have kept me trained and held up here in solitary confinement. I see that they used unfair tricks. And I see how they used their mind-control and psychological tactics with smoke and mirrors to confuse me. And I get why I fell for the tricks. And I get why I’ve invented a few tricks of my own. But in the end – None of this is real. Not even this prison cell. None of what I believed is true. My past loves were not lovers at all. No one ever loved me (except for you) Yet, the mind sees what the mind sees and although there is only one truth; it is easy to slip away or become lost to an internal lie. And sure, I’ve lied. And I’ve been lied to for years or more like decades. It is easy to lose sight...

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