The poison that saves you from hell
When you have been taking poison to survive all your life, you eventually become dependent on it. Perhaps this could be applied to, “what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.” It may sound a bit ironic, but sometimes poison can become your elixir of life. First you get immune to it and later it turns into the medicine that heals you. This is alchemy.
There was an interesting story I read about snake charmers, living in Thar desert, Pakistan. It said that their race follows a tradition where they make a new born take snake poison. If they survive, they continue their legacy, and if the baby dies, they accept it as an omen, that they were never meant to be a snake charmer. It sounds cruel, but there is no good or bad in reality.
One person’s craziness is another person’s reality
Each soul experiences the trauma of being born in this world, from bliss you enter this black hole, creating an illusion of shapes and colours, seducing you with its dark charm. Many don’t survive this shock, and are put to rest, waiting to be born again.
God is the greatest living story teller. He is the ancient snake charmer, who lead Lucifer to tempt Eve, and soon she and her better half were thrown into self consciousness. From eternity to mortality, from heaven to earth. A Divine conspiracy to sustain life itself.
When did I begin to remember myself, when did words begin to flow?
How did I get here? How did I lose my virginity?
It was all me, all this time. It was all me.
There is a part of me that worships, and a part of me that forgets
This is only a cohesion of my dichotomy, the poison of my duality.