
The light bearer must so often travel on alone
Even through the darkest and most lonely of nights
She is the one who glimpses in that place
Not only a prison of suffering
Dead embers of a fire of frustrated passion that died out from wanting
But also a place of rebirthing that brings
Life out of deadness
When the abandoned one
Found in that space
Is finally known
Loved
Cherished
Reclaimed
Reignited
The light bearer must carry her lamp
And use it to illuminate the way forward
For others
She must remind those souls whose suffering is deep
That they are not crazy or stupid or mad
But merely awakening to deeper truths
At one of the darkest times in recent history
And that their suffering is not in vain
The light bearer’s heart will ache
On this earthly journey
When such darkness is known
Especially on those difficult nights
When her body aches to be loved and ravished
By a soul who is also awake
And recognises in her crisis not danger but opporutuity
For if the light bearer is the one who
Both survived and responded to crisis
Then she is the one that can say this is my truth
My vision
My knowing
Born of harsh experience
Something that in teaching me wisdom
Means wisdom
Can never again
Be stolen from me
And this wisdom is what lights
The lamp
That illuminates
Our way home
This is BEAUTIFUL!
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Thanks so much Bethany. ❤
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Wow, I love this. Just wrote a post and mentioned how I long for someone to be there for me during a crises… I’m so tired of going through them alone. So this post really resonated with me. It’s beautiful.
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I will go check it out now Rayne. I think we long for that so much. I wonder if anyone truely sees inside our deepest soul sometimes. In deepest heartbreak we seem to find ourselves most alone, sadly. ❤
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