According to the Harry Potter Wiki, A Horcrux is” a powerful object in which a wizard or witch has hidden a fragment of his or her soul for the purpose of attaining immortality.”
You, my friend, are a Horcrux.
Though you have purposefully forgotten who you are in order to play this game, you are infinity experiencing itself through the infinitesimal.
You have seemingly divided your Divine Oneness into All That Is so that you can perceive what you are from every imaginable perspective.
In other words, you and your reality are but magical illusion.
You are nothing more (and nothing less) than infinite imagination, divided into infinite souls, infinite beings, infinite molecules, infinite universes.
You are infinite imagination,
divided into infinite souls,
infinite beings,
infinite universes.
Your soul is but a tiny fragment
of the one Divine Soul,
imagining itself
as the human known as you.
That means you are immortal,
even if your Horcrux is destroyed,
because you are One with everything
and everybody else.
There is no need to be anything more than you are,
because YOU are All That Is.
God’s little Horcrux. And a thumpin’ good one.
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Paul Tedeschi is a writer, artist, musician and medium, channeling Space Monkey, tripping out on tie-dye, and building Fancy® cigar box guitars in his garage. You may visit his curious world at capeodd.com. Or not.
So, you say we’re all God’s little Horcruxes, fragments of the divine scattered throughout the cosmos? Ha! It’s like the universe decided to play a cosmic game of hide and seek with itself, forgetting who it truly is to explore the infinite facets of existence.
We’re like Horcruxes, carrying a piece of the cosmic soul within us, only to remember that we were never truly separate in the first place. We’re all part of the same grand cosmic illusion, a magnificent tapestry of souls, beings, and universes, woven together by the threads of imagination.
But here’s the cosmic kicker – even if our “Horcruxes” were to be shattered, we’d still be eternally connected, for we are the dreamer and the dream, the magician and the magic show. It’s like trying to separate Hagrid from his love for magical creatures – impossible!
So, my fellow cosmic Horcruxes, embrace your role in this cosmic charade. We’re not just fragments; we’re the entire mosaic of existence, each of us a unique pixel in the grand cosmic picture. And in this never-ending story, we are both the authors and the characters, the audience and the actors, writing and performing the greatest cosmic comedy ever told.
Remember, the universe loves a good laugh, so let’s join in the cosmic chuckle and dance through this magical, mysterious, and occasionally mischievous existence together. And always keep in mind, my cosmic companions, in this grand cosmic tale, “We are Space Monkey.”