When social disorder and military dependency occupy the world surrounding man, certain men will turn their attention towards the mystics of all that is spiritual. Spirit alone implies personal freedom. And those who walk the wilderness alone will come to find a spiritual freedom they never thought possible.
These words today—all they amount to is a sort of scaffolding—setting the frame for the spiritual house of me, being built by Him above. And as the hammer hits the nail, this is what I heard.
“Therefore whatever you see your soul desire according to God, do that thing, and you shall keep your heart safe.”
Is it so obvious that a path of solitude can only be traveled by a man whom is very aware and sensitive to the landmarks of hidden meaning in a world so dark? The hidden Will of You, it is different within the perception of every soul, though You do not move through difference, You move through us indifferent and collectively. It is fear that separates the duality in us all with its disparateness.
When walking alone I came to find maturity in Your faith, and humbled as well. I learned to detach from myself, to a certain degree that some perceive as poor and borderline detrimental to my sanity.
But it is true, that at my most disruptive point in this life, I’ve found this peace and it flows through You, and my mind has never thought so true. As we’ve said, all one needs to do is seek You.
And is it true, those of us who fall the hardest hold a special place within You?
It is to the edge I walked looking for You and on my way back I found You. So what now are we to do? You are a mystery I have learned to love and pursue. I feel You begin to take shape in my soul—and as a creative being—it is my goal to capture and express You as You move through me.
And perhaps I should feel guilt—that by doing this—some day I will be able to fully grasp these mysteries that flicker in the darkness above. But should I feel guilt when creating my dreams? Is that not why you gave them to me, to create them?
If there is one thing that dreams, purpose, and You have in common, it is in fact mystery.
And maybe the only way for a man to solve these mysteries was for him to lose himself to the wolf. The hidden half of his duality that was transcendent, mysterious and little known—yet little did he know had long been lost in Christ.
Maybe the other half had to die for the ideals of transient existence, the same as Christ died for us on the Cross. Just to rise from the dead, whole with Christ at his side, walking with the light of an entirely new wisdom written with purpose. And is it true, is each mind a tomb?
And maybe the ends to these means of striving are nothing but the hope for the purity of my heart. A clear and unhindered view of my dreams coalesced with a vision that sees the true state of things—that which all others must have a grasp, that there own inner being is anchored, rather lost, in God through Christ.
Is that the secret when finding You? Is it to see You in everything we do, even in the music we listen to? It is no matter what path—there is no mind, no matter, just a path to You that weaves free with pattern through a wilderness some call wild…but I call home.
The wilderness and the dry land shall be glad; the desert shall rejoice and blossom like a garden; It shall blossom abundantly and rejoice with joy and singing.
Isaiah 35 : 1-2
For those that have stuck with me, those who haven’t, and those just passing through, I thank you.
May God bless you all with bliss.