October 26th; I was told this day, give or take a little time, is meant to be the end of a cycle of destruction. A cycle that began with a blood moon. Something that sounds too ominous and full of mysticism - perhaps of an unsound or too spooky kind - to be real, but yet I have seen a stretch of destruction I have really not felt in my life in a long time, a deconstruction of self, family, views of the world and relationships, and - at least a type of -love.
A painful awakening, and opening and feeling a wave rush out to sea again like the tide leaving the marks on the sand washed clean, resorted, resmoothed, and tossed about somewhat.
Today I wonder what the layers of concioisness encasing our natural physical self are; and if that awareness really feels bothered by our small follies, and petty differences, or if rather it just knows we only need to be. Be ourselves, and allow "others" to be in the moments we call them others because we can't understand them through our own childish fears and insecurities. Perhaps the fastest and clearest way is to gauge if one is living and expanding outward with love - like a supernova or a smooth slow unstoppable wave - is to check if one is really loving others - those closest to you or farthest, and especially those closest to you when you "feel" they are hurting you - Loosing the simplest of taoest thoughts and trading those in for selfish pain. One must remind the self, extend past the self to know unconditional love the self has such a hard time to hold. A love that creates and celebrates everything of it. Everything else is destruction.
