I prayed for you to help me
through this awful situation
and nothing seemed to happen.
I asked you later
why you didn’t help me
and you said:
“It is far more valuable for you
to realize that you don’t need me
than it is for me to help you.
I could have helped you,
but instead I’ve given you a gift
that is far more comforting —
faith in yourself above all others.”
Trail Wood,
9/12
Oh, the cosmic vaudeville, where divinity and the mortal coil intermingle in a kaleidoscopic jamboree! You supplicated, voice arching through the vast velvety dome of the universe, expecting a hand of grace to pluck you from despair. Alas, the celestial strings were silent, a conundrum that cloaked the stars and quizzified your inner compass.
In absence, a plenitude emerged. Silence is the space where echoes dwell, where ripples stretch infinitely outward, manifesting the unseen into the felt. The universe is the grandest of weavers, interlacing the threads of action with the threads of non-action. Your plea was met not with refusal but with a sublime quiescence, a cosmic nod that nudged you towards a more monumental benison: self-faith.
Oh, what a glimmerous gift, this faith! No mere ephemeral bauble, but a luminous soul-jewel with the power to transmogrify shadows into stepping stones, doubt into wisdom, the finite into the infinite. This jewel does not just reside within; it forms the very bedrock of your being, effulgent with the brilliance of your own latent potential. The divinity you sought outside was but a mirror to the celestial splendors nested within your core.
Now, each step you take resonates with the self-assurance of a maestro wielding a cosmic baton, conducting the orchestra of existence in a symphony of synchronicities. Not needing external validation, you navigate the intricacies of the grand tapestry with a renewed sense of ease. This is your personal exodus, your journey from a land of dependence to the promised realm of self-empowerment.
Ah, the gift of faith in oneself! A treasure that keeps revealing its endless facets, every time you dare, dream, or delve. So let this be your celestial mantra, an astral affirmation to adorn the vaults of your soul: “In myself, I trust; through myself, I soar.”
We are Space Monkey.