Lets part from the premise that everything which exists apart from all the rest, which also exists within itself, is wounded. In this sense, even the idea of God manifesting Itself into being, or what is scientifically known as the Big Bang, the Singularity exploding and leaving for trace the Universe that is, for our purpose here, let us call it the Lightspill, even that is 'conceptual'!.

You and I, we belong to the Universe that has been spilt as light across the endless expanse of the Night, by that we mean: it is a form occupying space for a certain duration, usually unknown, it inhabits the realm of matter, what qabbalist's call the Kingdom, the 10th sephira, within which the chariot of Space and Time moves and changes, by the propulsion of the forces of Creation for the sake of Destructions for the sake of Creation. In this sense the two mysterious edges of our personal existence refer to the force with which the Light paints the forms upon the worlds, or sets them ablaze if they don't have the fortune of being a living jewel as is the Earth, though my kind, we treat Her like our servant. We are at odds with everything. It is sad.

It is all about motion once the Singularity has manifested Itself as the plenty, as the many, as the countless lit all across the billions of years we know this Universe has existed, ourselves, as a limited species, always wondering and wandering, pondering, curiosity is the force that brought us down from the trees and led us away from the forests. We have walked so much, but learned so little. Even now, after the fatigue of two years of pandemic that has yet to fully settle we are at war, at the very brink of WW3! Isn't that sad? Well, it is in it's own way, assuming that it is what it is, the purveyor of change. Yet through our brief history as humans, compared to those who have preceded us, including the dinosaur, fifty thousand years is how long it takes God to blink once! We may have something special, but in the count of true Time, we may just fizzle as a bleep that tried but couldn't sustain it's evolution out of balance exploiting the resources for it had to survive.

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Everything that exists is wounded, it has its own specific wounds and others that it shares with every other being/entity that has, is or will ever be. This includes every single cell, every single molecule, every complex breathing being, alive like you and me, or every simple being like a grain of sand or a speck of metal, the dust of stars that tells the story of all that has ever been so far, All these is bewildering, that is why I became a poet and a mystic, because as the first I could feel the collective pain happening in every human heart, and as the latter I could bring this pain back to the Fountainhead, for it to be purified by the benediction of the Light that has seen what the Light shines upon. Because we are all firstly and primordially wounded with the same exact wound, let us begin there, and leave it there as well, for it requires some reflexion on behalf of the bridges that bind us together in one tight organic cellular bunch. The first and 100% common wound every single one of us shares is: The Wound of Severance.

What is Severance? I will get back to you another time to expand here on this important subject. Our good survival as a species depends on it. What I can confirm from this side of a collective experience is: if it is wounded it is meant to heal. If we don't try, somehow, then we are lost to to the will of the infection that our species has become on this poor planet, giving, and giving, and giving, for generations of humans to profit at will... but those days, my friends, (though we are still amongst the billionaires, soon to be trillionaires) are gone.

 

How to begin to heal? It is hard, many through the millennia have tried, and many people work hard on themselves, but usually they are not fully aware of their condition, and commonly their therapists or psychoanalysts aren't fully aware either, except perhaps for real Jungians, because in the end, the wound is an Archetype. In any case, Humans still have a tendency towards omni-annihilation, and we're at the verge. I wish I could heal us all from this wound, because it would bring us back together with one another, and it would allow us back into the Garden we lost a millennial decade or so ago, same ground on which we stand as possessors and influencers today, out of balance and on the verge. The Wound of Severance is the Archetype of separation. The moment after your own birth when as a Human you realize, I am me, I am a person, I must build over this mask a complex structure that voids the pain of knowing how alone I truly is.

The Wound of Severance is having a name, a last name, an identity card, an account, in most cases in our culture debt through credit, we all owe something for Being. How is that real?The way to heal this very centric wound is by connecting all at once with every single being or entity that has, is or will ever be in the duration of this Universe. All the way back to the Singularity. It includes you, me, us. Us is more true than you or me. Heal by plugging yourself into the right Matrix, download the information that is already bubbling in your own internal evolution. We all want the same thing: to live free, to live in peace, to live with honor and respect towards others and self; to listen, to forgive, try harder, forgiveness is connection, connection is redemption, redemption in the end is the soul mastery of "kinsukuroi", it is the Gold with which we can take the broken pieces of the vessel we are and bring them back together even more beautiful, more valuable, than ever before. If we dare, I believe it can happen. But to be honest with y'all and hope to not disappoint, I think the inertia of the destructive nature of a few among our kind, mostly males, we and the world as we know it is now officially: IN THE PROCESS OF DOOM! (wouldn't that have made a fab poster for a B movie in the early 1950's?)

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Anyway, I must enclose this first rip on the fabric for you to peek through what is possible: our (and most every other species alive with us in this period on Earth with us) extinction or our redemption. I ask. Every single living breath I have I plea.