Immediately Defy the Gods — What Happens When We Face the Darkness?

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We don’t know what it’s like to be dead.

Or do we?

To be dead while we live.

Really we don’t know that we do. Most of us don’t see it like that.

We live deeply inside of it, unaware. Knowing death, while ignoring it, is a well-practiced comfort of the commoner.

Maybe divinity, I life lived intentionally, means to know the truth that something is coming for us.

And there’s nothing we can do about it.

Almost nothing.

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Awareness.

It’s something else to know we are dead and be soaked in the consciousness of it. To not deny it. We’re guided toward the River Styx still with a beating heart, clawing to live as we inch closer to the deadly obvious.

Held inescapably tight by the death gods themselves, leading us to the one-way inevitability of unconscious.

Led by Hermes, the Greek god his himself, we know the end before we should.

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But then…

To live is to know why we live.

To believe in something while we step closer every hour to our demise.

To take the divine that lies just on the other side of distraction. Focus and obsession is the name of true consciousness.

And that divinity is waiting for us.

Any who are willing to fight the gods not for time, but depth.

Divinity pulls us from another universe made up of a different mind in the same body. It calls to us from the edges of chaos, from a calm and static space where our mind mutates into something else entirely; the necessity for the sake of our craft.

A world so open, dense with silence and timelessness, that only the higher self can access it. The only space where we become supernatural; the intellectual creature beyond the human tethers of social tribalism and triviality.

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Here we lie.

Somehow knowing of the great beyond that lies within our lives, not after it’s forfeit.

We’re aware of something we’ve never touched.

Those of us who feel its existence without having been there. Striving for our individually unique code in which we finally get to step in. Step out. Step through.

We see it through the third eye, the ajna chakra. We feel its warmth, its supernatural immortality, its magic to craft divinity from nothingness; it’s the dark ether that carries with it wisdom and art and spirit.

We are the ones who feel themselves being watched by the gods, sensitive to their mortality. The humans who dare to face those gods and say, “not yet”.

The weight is heavy on the way to that great beyond, it seems.

We carry the burden of mortality heavier than those who choose not to believe in it. Doing it for a chance to step out of autonomic human consciousness and into the unfathomably expanded higher self.

Divine consciousness.

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So, what do we do when we feel the heavy darkness of that choice?

That choice to seek immortality, legacy, life before death, before the very mortal end?

We always choose.

Not once, but infinitely.

We could choose to ignore it, to live with an unburdened heart and an unheavy mind. We could find satisfaction in the one-dimensional world, knowing all the answers and watching the world move without our help…

But what kind of world is it to look on as gods do, with the empty idea of forever?

To not know struggle, or pain, or fear of the end?

To not know doubt, or suspense, risk?

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Tempting.

Especially when the dark corners of adventure we look into seem to have no end.

When we’re exhausted and still lost, misguided by our impatience and inability to hear the resonance of our own work. When we feel death taking our hand before we are ready, and have not the power to stop the current of its river enough to find the bank we were meant to live on.

I have no answers.

I still seek.

Maybe I’m afraid to choose. Maybe I’m afraid to sacrifice the consciousness I know for the divine that I don’t. Or maybe I’m just too afraid to be afraid.

Maybe I fear what I could be.

But I’ve gone too far now.

I’ve chosen to go down river. I’ve chosen to pass up banks that provide fruit, but not the type I’m after. I’ve chosen to admit to the existence of the gods who lead me to death and have kept them at bay only with my heart’s desire to carve my name in the sands before I pass over.

Maybe my destiny is still to come.

Maybe I still haven’t seen what needs to be seen.

Maybe I haven’t yet learned true sacrifice.

But, if I do reach divinity, I know what he holds. I know the man I’ll be. I know the smiles I’ll have and the ones all give. I know I’ll have done good for humanity.

That’s belief.

And I hold out for it.

I seek that new universe.

Now, and until the end of my own forever.

Truth and Love, Reader.

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