the magical light of existence
as his eyes opened to the lush scene in front of him, he for a minute forgot that he was still on earth...the green, the purples of the wildflowers, the haunting barrenness of the groved trees in which numerous creatures were stirring...he thought for a minute that the paradise that the preachers promised but never delivered was reached...he was happy to be out of that stifling southern town he grew up in...full of sad sacks boiling over with moonshine and ignorance...the way they joyfully raised money for sunday sermons about hellfire and hate...like some vast ugly web of insanity wrangling at their spirits...the way they spoke of the land also bothered him...as if it was theirs, as if it was an ancient birthright bequeathed to them from some fire and brimstone good-ole boy in time immemorial...but as he stood now, arms outstretched in his own private wilderness, all those thoughts shrunk like the insides of tired old bullies...they shrank at the true, pure light of the jungle...the wild and unadulterated freedom that the wilderness possesses..."oh no, them preachers won't bother me out here", he says to the trees as if the trees gave a damn about him or his preachers..."out here a freed-man can be free"...and he was right, there would be no tragic lumps from the town to bother with, because their fear, their true and undying fear of the unknown would keep them away...that is why those sunday sermons had no resonance, no bite, no mystery...because of the fear they invoked, and the fear of the messenger...oh no, with that fear the animal withdraws, submits, and is controlled...running and shrinking from the light of truth and the light of knowledge and spirit that engulfs the lesser in weeping pools of foul stinking bodily fluids, while the greater; lover of love, lover of peace, lover of freedom loses all those pointless and easily manipulated words of the truth, and becomes the greater self they always were...a golden being without fear and shining with the magical light of existence...
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