The Widowed Son

I must destroy the archetypes. My home has been destroyed. My earthly body has been broken. My path to peace and salvation is to take power away from the ancient union by blowing up polarity. All is. All that is, is now, is one. All creation happens now, together, paired, in threes, in fours, alone. The space between is what is sacred, for therein lies the potential, in the very structure, not in its coming together. A whole was divided into more than two halves. We come together now, gathering like molecules of water in the tsunami. We dreamed beyond this and we shall overcome. The sun is for all, for me, for you, for each one.

HEAR ME NOW!

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