There is a symphony, a production of major proportions conducted 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year for your entire lifetime, however long it may be.
This is an orchestration within your body and is a fractional representation of the whole. To apply an overused generalization, it is the microcosm of the macrocosm, we are integral to the survival of the planet and she to us. We are the caretakers of this planet, entrusted and responsible for not only survival, but to further our spiritual growth, our connection, and this is the true religion of a life.
There are a definitive number of years we have lived through collectively, not only in this life, but many others in a cycle that spirals and transcends many timelines. The most important aspect of this has been the subjugation of generations of spirits. We are born to and of the earth. This planet is our home and I don’t think any would argue this fact.
But, when we are brought into a world existing at the behest of a small coterie of self appointed rulers, there doesn’t seem to be much choice in the future afforded us.
But they have lived their collective lives within a severance of sorts, a vacuum that has also kept them devoid of the most powerful of all human emotion. Love, for themselves, and for their fellow human beings. Many of them have lived their lives serving others above them in a compartmentalized prison of sorts, a gulag that has also programmed them into the belief that the greatest portion of the human population is worth no more than grains of sand on a vast beach.
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