I made a promise to all of you that as a servant
at scale, I would always share as life shared
with me the truths and wisdom that I was and
am being given. Today I honor that promise in
the form of a poem given to me during my daily
meditation and prayers. I share this with all
of you from my heart. I trust the timing and
arrival of this message will be appropriate,
and I ask that you please receive it in the envelope
of emancipation it is intended to be delivered
within, and by the loving hand that reaches out
to give it to you. The poem is titled, Breath
of Death. There is a breath of death living within
all of us. It dwells beneath the beating heart
in the space of deep expiration. Easier to take
air in than to blow it all out. Easier to look
ahead than realize what will no longer be. It
finds this place of vacancy the perfect resting
place to wait. Wait for what? You might ask.
What does death wait for? Death waits for no
one is what most people claim. But I offer a
different view. Death waits to be discovered
the same as birth. It desires the company of
consciousness in the same way that life does.
They are indeed two chairs sitting around the
same table that you are being served on. In the
end, they will both devour you and leave their
plates clean, not a scrap left over for another
time. You are meant to be shared between the
two. They both have the same means and mechanisms
to rip you apart or to delicately cut you into
polite pieces with their utensils. No matter
the method, you will find yourself in the gullets,
all of your mortal bonds being broken into tiny
pieces and exposing all of you to the enzymes
of eternal expansion and change. Oh, to be consumed.
to be digested and used for service of something
other than yourself. This unfamiliar method of
salvation can appear brutal, horrifying, ominous,
and full of strife, but to be taken in under
a different light, a light of transformation,
a light that illuminates your soul as it consumes
the meat from your bones, this is a process based
in eternal order and love. And as you have consumed
so much of life, so you must be consumed as well.
A ray of justice and equality may then shine
upon you during the consumption of your being,
and your soul can finally be free to enjoy the
liberation of itself from the tough egoic tissue
of self -importance. Ah, to be absorbed by a
greater good. to be used by a higher power, and
to look forward to the breath of life and death
that once again puts you on the table between
the two, to be served and serve once again. Until
next time, I am Sovereign Soul.