17 January

When all is gone asunder, and rain clouds fill the sky, and dark the light which shines ahead, and tear drops dare to fall, time it is to take a breath and fill one’s lungs with glee, knowing that a mammoth effort is present so one can be a truer measure of the self one came to be.

For in the deepest, darkest moments, reality hits home and nowhere is there then to fall, but instead of upward gall, every single second which passes from then on is guaranteed to take you forward, upward, on and on.

But how can one thus know the moment when depths have reached their mass, if otherwise no indication does surface? It has been said that man is weak, but in these times so harsh, a trigger is set off, and inwardly it’s known just what is there to be fulfilled, and what must come of things. And impetus is given which wells up high within, and there is such great energy to drive the soul now on, that it is fruitless to resist, as nothing can be done to interfere with greatness, with progress all the while; one must accept the outcome is not of personal surmise.

Keep a broader vision and accept all that you know, and have a faith undaunted that, in your time, you’ll show the courage of a mammoth beast, and persistence all the same, tenacity and gnawing teeth to take a bite and gain the upper hand in this great life, and beat your lesser self into submission of a greater benevolent one, of wealth far beyond the stars that gaze upon your little life, and stare in wonder at the progress you will make for all, that represents the vaster, all-encompassing world of at-one-ment, rife.