The Hanged Man
So in that darkness appears a man before me, he’s in a place of total sacrifice, the ego was a mere illusion.
The more he becomes conscious of existence & illuminated by the light, the more he feels condemned by those that still reside in that unseen rational dome or black cube.
Now submerged in the mystical waters he feels his mask drain away until he re-appears from beneath and he is unleashed from that material abyss. The illusion disappears and for now his mind is free & the eternal light of his soul permeates the very fabric of endless time.
He can now feel at ease knowing that he is all, and now all that he see’s is athe eternal existence of experience & to look out into that abyss of dreams.
Rainbows of divine colours radiate all around him, reflecting one’s own dream of which many mysteries unfold and where an infinite number of lessons are painted & illuminate the eye of the all seeing.
He is seen as a fool in the world that fails to understand his depths, extending down beneath the surface of the material realm & even extending to below the board of the game.
So many fail to value that depth that scorches to the other realms that reveals the unseen beings. The blind that live in the dome preferring that ignorant bliss of that they dare not explore too deeply that which takes them from their comfort zones.
The many primitive beasts and dark hearts yearn to hold him away from doorway to that light of the divine. There task to deprive him of love and light in hope of extinguishing his flame & yet that brings him ever closer to the true love that is the light of the divine.
It is that divine Morning star that values the mans courage to peer and see into that which lies beyond the realm of the unseen prison, a place of fear and controlled chaos by a cabal of the darkest empty souls.
I love you unconditionally the light speaks so loudly, to even be seen inside. You have the strength to forgive and to love them still, even though they most often always forsaken you.
A tree of fire burns in the deepest chasms of his mind, a realm of hidden light shines in the darkness with a stream of cold clear mist that glows and illuminates the scene of love of that similar to the man whom is nailed to the cross.
You have hurt him, broken him, abused him, abandoned him and yet he still hang there waiting for love, but knowing no one can see him in this deepest place, however the divine sees him.
They fear you he hears from the darkness, they cannot bear for you to rise for their ego’s won’t allow your light to shine here.
A figure that is all red appears before the man, you must travel through the tunnel of death itself before you can ever see me.
The man unsure of if he saw his own reflection ponders over this mysterious being.