At the birth of creation,
God assigned roles—
And some roles met with accidents,
Inner programming reversed,
And Creation was made rigid by monopolisation,
Earlier Magic was used for creation,
But later was used for chaos & destruction,
Good Fairies fled to higher realms,
When Burnt but failing to change fixations,
Saints prayed day and night,
But the inner light could not break the fanaticism,
People were killed in the name of light,
When real light wanted them to happily live life,
Spirits survived beyond the death of bodies,
Same Consciousness lived & continued fighting,
Soldiers became sages, while sages took rebirth,
Life after life, at different levels,
To rekindle the goodness of forgotten sacrifice,
But the fight for power became addictive ,
And monopolies reached heights ….
Saints tried to explain in several dialects ,
That Truth was different for each,
For every soul carries its own glow of light,
But a common truth was fixed for all ,
That the powerful rule & remaining follow ,
Without trying to vibrationally delve into,
That Each was to create with responsibility of true light.
Soldiers killed, yet happiness did not thrive,
The failed & victorious both incurred karma,
And suffered life after life ,
Thought of peace survived and again strived,
To win a game of harmony through breaking the illusions of might,
That each spirit could contribute to happiness,
That each had the power of light ,
But the warriors did their duties,
And fought for might than truth of light,
Repented the soul after death,
And confusion deepened in the living mind.
Meanwhile, the desire to escape
From misery and mystery,
Was tried to be overcome by money,
Money was sought with fear of losing ,
Than hope of faith that was still inside,
Life after life’s, there was a new type of strife.
The miserable , emotionally tortured,
Dug dark tunnels that strangely lit up,
By magic used for monopolistic experiments,
With light that was false & did not soothe anyone inside,
Curtains lifted—revealing false heavens,
Castles rose, built by countless deaths in sacrifice,
The public, in awe, believed the living evidence.
Fake “real prosperous life” hid guns behind smiles,
If truth was revealed by any, their death could hide the misery felt inside by countess kings & queens, who were often lit for showing power outside,
Inside,Emotional abuse went rampant in stress,
Puppets in misery cried in silence,
Living in castles burning with rage,
Was not the dream of anyone alive.
Desire for feelings of peace and happiness,
Continued to drive the soul mind,
Love continued to attract as happiness,
But could not sustain itself by a focus absent on positive emotions.
The same cards were dealt life after life—
People played to win, but failed to rise,
To a level of emotional harmony with inner light,
Happiness was never won, and the game never ended,
Though spirits screamed victory, war after war,
Pain returned and inner peace could not survive.
And the self asked, trembling—
“Where is God?
Is this life?
Is this why I arrived?”
Youth passed searching for clarity,
Middle age spent surviving ancestral karmic
debts of family, hoping to rise emotionally,
And in old age, the cards asked softly:
“What did you attain?
Are your desires completed & grades allotted?
Shall we leave the game now if you in peace?
For there is a higher heaven above once your karmic salvation is attained in this life “
“No!” cried the old man and woman.
“What have I done all this life?
There is no peace yet & no salvation
For I must relive till I find the path
Which will glorify the peace inside ,
There is so much left incomplete,
To find the destiny I hoped will arrive,
That once was planned with God,
Without fraud, without doubt,
To create emotions of happiness for all,
Without the fake castles of sacrifice!”
The peace of one shall raise peace in all.
The glory of one shall awaken the glory of insight for all .
And thousands of years passed…
Till the New Age arrived,
The New Age was about breaking rituals,
Monopolies were attacked from inside ,
Age of Truth blew up the old walls ,
The game of cards was thrown in air ,
Peace was found in emotional bliss,
People thanked happiness that came from inside,
A show of castles no longer sufficed,
No longer could the new child believe ,
That the promises made were real for all,
It was realized that happiness had not arrived,
With the pursuit of money over all,
By holding onto dependence on another’s choice,
Be it marriage or love or education,
Every negativity holding ritual died from inside , the fixations were changed for positivity in lights,
Inner light could increase its vibrations,
Break the old rituals to find real meaning in life,
Love survived to revive its emotional power,
Creation was now for evolution not for fixations to thrive ,
No longer did a surfeit of consumer items suffice ,
To create happiness in each dream lived for.
Life had shifted—
To finding one’s own truth,
And choosing one’s destiny,
By one’s own unique call for peace,
To restore the inner program,
And trust positivity as power,
To glow with light of truth for all
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To be negative or positive ,are two ways to exist ,and detachment is only a bridge between them,
Detachment cannot be a way of life as winds will cycle to the positive or negative side,
You can be detached and negative or detached and positive ,
but it's a choice to make efforts to drive on the side of the positive which is free & electric ,
as the past of negativity magnetically pulls you to sadness in its strive to succeed over happiness as the driving inner light !
From the author of :Redefining Happiness -how to overcome negative feelings ,a soul 's perspective
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