The Soles of our Souls Are Worn Thin

The very soles of our souls are worn thin. Holes clean through. The gangrened rag-covered feet desperately seeking warmth from the puny fires at Valley Forge serve only to remind us. "Snap out of it!" Cold images of solitude slap us on the face. And, slap us again, "Wake up! Wake up… they are coming!”

The psychopaths have worn us out. We're holding on by the skin of our souls. And you look around, The majority of our brethren hold tight to their psychopath-in-training milieu. Have they emptied their psyches of the Old Testament Imagery the array of Sodom and Gomorrahs, the Noatic flood, or the snake-made-me-do-it in the garden of Eden.

For thousands of years (that we know about), these Retardants have been busily distorting this reality. But why?
This reality, this dimension, this evolutionary platform, could very well be what these psychopaths (and the consciousness behind them) believe it is. It's their hiding place. It's Count Dracula's coffin of repose, filled with the dirt of the homeland. This is their hide-out and, as far as they are concerned, they don't want to share it.

Blind to Cause, they are at a loss as to why we are here --
and over millennia, most of us don't have a clue why we're here either. This was the falsehood we have taken on as our own.
They know the Laws of physics (resonance) work here, and they have used resonance ("Power over the Air" is the "biblical" descriptive phrase), the Nada Brahma, to create a den that Spirit/He/The One will never penetrate. But, the Cause (as dim and faint in us as to be microscopic) still has a resonance in us. They can feel and sense it in us. And, to put it mildly, they HATE It. And, hate us for carrying it. But, they are convinced they can resonate It out of us. They have the Power over the Air, they will resonate this dimension, this Hades, of any and all patterns of the Cause’s existence.

The minute handful of worn-thin souls, light-bearers some call them, huddle by the fires wherever they can find them. Resolved, like the champions of Middle Earth, to hold only to hope in this battle to the death.

But, Cause has no death. Whose fear is this? What happens when the lid to Dracula's coffin is opened in the light of day? He, and all he has bitten return to what they really are -- dust. The coffin, though, happens to encompass an entire dimension of existence. The wheat and the tares can no longer be easily separated. The wheat must learn to know itself as the energy that it truly is.

As the adherents of any true Teacher will tell you, we are not the body. We are energy beings encased in this dimensional body. As the old admonishment says, "Know thyself.” “Where your mind is, that's where you are." These words are no longer nice sayings or things to think about. They are the requisite, our tools, our ... only hope."