Impact
I write this to the few, to those who have stewarded the unique courage it takes to be themselves. Some people have an aura that raises the faith of those around them to believe in who they are becoming; their mere presence is enough to encourage the adventure toward a beauty that, at times, seems to be ever one breath away.
These beings we call people move in ways that are not the ways of the world. Their ways are higher, set apart, oh so very different from the gray smudge of social-acceptance-obsessed fear creatures so many of us have become.
These mighty souls are not free of fear, far from it, they know it best. They are closer to fear than those who call him master. These are the ones engaging in the struggle, leading the charge at the tip of the spear of our collective consciousness and shared spiritual experience.
Are our battles against flesh and blood? Are they not against the unseen? Principalities?
These Mighty Ones seem odd to those in neutral, those who get along by surrendering to the chains weighing down our ability to breathe deeply. These Knights of the Soul seem strange to the normal ones who, time after time, choose the comfort of what is known; for the slave always prefers the dull iron curtain of appeasement which blots out the warmth of who we might be, over the shining glory of risk-filled adventure where we lock eyes with (Fear/Lies) on the battlefield of our destiny.
In the midst of their presence is the stone that the world rejected that kills the giant.
I am more grateful for the strange ones than all the credentials in the world. I consider them royalty. One word from them is more dear to me than the libraries of critically acclaimed noise that those droning along use to stab each other in the back as they step all over one another to get one rung higher on that plastic ladder to nowhere. I hold them with higher esteem than all the earthly crowns or so-called positions of prestige.
These brave ones are the seed and soil of new growth that feed those who think the food just shows up, for where glory does not proceed from itself, chaos fills the void.
Why are you afraid? Lies and Fear are the same side of the same coin.
Why are you afraid? It’s just shadows.
