The thing with pedastals
is that you are lifted there, erected high on a chair by the projected hopes
of a mind that wants to deny the laws of nature and inhabit an alternate reality,
with hopes for a grand escape whereby life is resolved sans effort, responsibility, integrity or confrontation;
hopes of a panacea delivered by someone else,
in a reality where the light exists without the dark,
and where the light itself shines sans challenge
—which of course it cannot be, not when it is born of knowing rooted into the deep damp earth,
when its strength is in its integration and holding of all things,
when its wisdom and penetrating knowledge is borne of the dark nights
—of having repeatedly fallen to the knees in despair and exhaustion and with no other way out, turned head and heart to the sky,
humbled and surrendered and assisted.
The thing with the pedastal
is that it is not just a height
and the gap is not something that you just passively fall down, when you fail to meet saviour expectations.
No. The cravass is somewhere you are dragged down, by hand over hand clawing at you, hands that want to pull you down to fall below their level, fall to crush your bones on the rocks at the bottom, so that you do not get up or show up or light up again. So that you are not just lesser, but broken.
The ordinary chair you were sitting on,
unwilling and unasked for elevated above the heads of those around you by their own delusions,
you do not just… lose your balance and fall off.
The chair is not just… placed back down once the crowded mentality realises the errors of its way.
No, once elevated, the only next step in this homogenised mental progression is that you will be violently dethroned, decrowned, exiled and shunned. The most prized possession to become the most scorned, punished, and meaningless… to be stepped over without a backward glance, on the way to some place far more important.
What is prized by a disempowered and fear-filled being, can only ever end up hated and devalued. And that devaluing will be irrationally justified too,
the unreasonable attention, adoration and infatuation to be matched only by its equal and opposite of closed hearted cruelty,
..the slap across the face to the servant that is kneeling
..the nailing to the cross of the heart that speaks truth
..the burning at the stake of the wombs that bring life.
Lest in your innocence you mistake the rules of this game, let me clarify. The harder you love and the more you give, the harder you will be beaten and the longer you will burn.
Punished for failing to alleviate or alter the fundamental requirements of growth and healing,
for the inability to bring wholeness to a passive being without their participation,
for being unable to take them back to the beginning to make everything inside them alright,
for being unable to unstitch the fabric of reality so that it is simple and easier,
for the inability to remove the mind, ego and fear that tortures them, even though it is of their own creation
—but not leaving the dysfunction untouched in the dark, either.
Where the wounds are preferred left covered and glossed over,
where the desire is to be past it without having gone through it,
and the light of your presence will instead unwrap it all…
The only endpoint is to be irrationally punished.
Held responsible for everything…
by the ones who are responsible for nothing.
Mind the gap