Our original wound is created at birth

An inevitable part of coming to earth.

When our spirit exists on a much higher plane

Sending part ourselves as a soul causes pain

For the soul that is old is now helpless in need

Of saviors to care and be there, intercede.

There’s no way around it this wound must exist

To be grounded on earth our soul has to twist

And turn for an Ego to form in polarity

As our Id soon descends into sleep and disparity

The Ego continues it’s quest to create

A fantasy world to distract and sedate

But old souls set alarms to awake from their sleep

To rouse the unconscious with wounds that are deep

Because boiling beneath our Ego’s reality

Festering, unconscious rage, and brutality

Creates hell on earth that All of us share

But most are asleep and can’t feel it there.

So how do we heal this and help those who sleep?

Quit searching for saviors and comforts to keep

From feeling the truth of our rage, hurt, and shame.

This stops our projection as well as self blame.

Then starts the truth process of grieving to heal.

Id and Ego unite, back to souls that are real.

And because we’ve united our light and our dark

We will be able to find there’s a spark

Of Love In our heart that we’ve kept from our birth

To ignite, heal our wound, and in turn heal the earth.

Born into dissonance between feeling and thought

From the beginning they feel lost and distraught

Vulnerable children who fear loss of love

Their psyche then spilts to below and above.

Below go the feelings of abandonment fear

Above go the thoughts that comfort them here

Positive thoughts that create false reality

Is more easily handled than a mothers duality

No mother is perfect so this rift We must heal

But positive thoughts only hide and conceal

The abandonment fear a child can’t abide

Denial of the fear makes it grow deep and wide

So how do we heal this unconscious rift

Between Ego and Child have a consciousness shift

We must love and accept childish feelings grown wild

Provide a safe space for our hurt inner child

When no ones around let our child cry and scream

Until thoughts and feelings are not so extreme

Till unconscious dissonance at last is undone

As your AUTHENTIC SELF thoughts and feelings are

                                    ONE

Where is this place that is called by us hell?

Is it deep in the darkness where Lucifer fell?

What if Hell is the Space where unconsciousness lies 

That in Time will awake us and open our eyes?

Lucifer’s myth represents what we’ve hidden

Cast down to unconsciousness feelings forbidden

Above us in heaven our God was Thought Good

If this myth becomes conscious can it be understood?

When time on Earth started souls came to evolve

Goodness and evil were meant to resolve

But dissonant feelings and thoughts caused polarity

To grow and increase in unconscious disparity

So now we must face our unconscious projection

Feelings forbidden cast in mirrored reflection

Creating Earth’s dreamworld with nightmares to wake us

Where all play both parts God and Devil to shake us

Until we wake up and can see through clear eyes

That evil’s just fear in a Devil’s disguise

We will also see fear in a God who’d condemn

His Angel he thought might rise above him

See heaven’s no better than hell they’re the same

They are both based in fear split in anger and shame

Until we can know this and reconcile fear

We’ll continue to live in polarity here

But when reconciled from below and above

The Heart resolves fear into Gravity’s Love ❤️

What would be beauty if all were born blind

Would we be more open, accepting, and kind?

We couldn’t judge others because of their face

We wouldn’t see color or difference in race

Fat, thin, or old would all be just right

So what would be beauty without our eyesight?

We’d have to use insight connect with our heart

Spend time, get to know them, right from the start

Find out what they think and how do they feel

Give them a chance to make their soul real

All insight gained through the heart makes us whole

So we can know beauty that’s found in the soul