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Chapter Three:  The Illusion of Destiny and Will

A. Righteous Indignation and Stagnation

Having learned that every word and work
that proceeds from our being is a projection
of our own insecurities and disdain for reflection,
we stumble headlong into the need for Truth.

Why do we need it, and what good will it do?

No good can be done, for we are not able
to produce it in and of ourselves.

The call for willfulness
and the desire for destiny
to lay its hand upon us
is the call to learn the hard lessons
of what may be
the eye of the storm
in the center of the mind
as we contour our illusions
with succulent
destruction.

Each formidable foe
is our own hand
held out to strangle us
in the clutches
of our own rules
and the temperament
of our disgust.

Each negation,
and each judgment,
each remorse,
and each self-torture
is an interrelationship
of reflection.

I hate what I see
and yet I see what I will.

I hate what I will,
and I will into existence
that which I hate.

Self-loathing then
is a self-torturous game.

Self-struggling, we wield
the sword of projection
upon the world as if
the world were something
outside of ourselves.

And yet, no proof exists
that there is a world
that we do not project,
and so it is we
who torture ourselves
for seeing
at all the light
that we hold
to shine
on our own delusions.

The torch we hold burns us.
Fake is the light that we generate.

And what is fake light?

The delusion that our shadow side
is unworthy of unconditional love,
the illusion of otherness.

If my Child,
you can see the darkness
for the shadow box that it is,
the light that remains
will reveal the path
as you tread it.

Remember, do not forget, the lips
that first spoke of the news of your being,
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