"I hate this suffering," she groaned. "I hate when Death feels us up and contorts beauty misshaping it to ultimately clarify it purging us through breaking every last vestige of our antiquated notions of Being."
Alchemy.
Yes. Don't we all hate that? There are many deaths that we die whilst living a full and rich lifetime. It's painful. It's breathtaking. It's doubt incurring. It feels hopeless and terrifying. We wonder if it's all worth it. Thus we learn that sometimes we need to make allowances. We make room. We adjust. We align and then we realign. We do this physically to get more comfortable. We do this Spiritually to get closer to the Divine. We do this in increments of refinement through heart and mind.
Alchemy.
Death carves and manipulates us like a sculptor who sees more within the marble facade of all we've ever been through previous incarnations and all that we presently are. Here, then, NOW we are dying Death one more time for what we might become as we perpetually reincarnate into our own Life's Light. Again. Time and time again. Yet, we rise up through the dark abyss of decay tendered, marinated, softened, honed, sensitive, mewling, hungry and naked. Within this framework we are made New.
Alchemy.
When there are no words and only feeling, we feel into the womb of the dawn at the center of belonging. We create Light from the Dark through the Alchemical processes. This is no small feat. And we merge with the very essence of the Everything Else we cannot see but Know is there. We cannot know anything with any kind of articulation from within the darkness of this kind of Creation, we can only BE the presence of the essence of the divinity within thereby Allowing for the Surrender to Realignment whilst connecting more fully, truly and deeply to the Source of our of Soul Place.
Alchemy.
This is, perhaps, the greatest gift a Dark Night of the Soul bequeaths to us.
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