A Light In The Dark

Know thyself, heal thyself.

“Get it over with already and spit me out!” I yelled from the belly of death. But it wouldn’t let me go, for I matched the identity of it in my sorrows, so it cradled me as its own.

It was so dark there; I could not see clearly. It was empty. Cold. Abandoned. Gripping. Filthy. Heavy. It literally hurt there. Getting out was my only priority.

Twenty days of torment was all that I could bear. The hovering. The nagging. The distasteful pity from the pit. The lies. Thankfully, the more I searched of myself for a way out, the more ideas were offered. So odd and beautiful too, that even in a seemingly hell we can give gratitude. It was my key. I embraced where I was. I told myself that everything was okay. I knew that I was getting out.

Something sparked in me that caused me to rise and remember who I was. It was like I heard “just shine your light.” So I shed my light in the pit. And the pit regurgitated me in whole as I was no longer satisfying or of its own likeness.

“Spiritual healing occurs as we begin to consciously reconnect with our essential being — the wise, loving, powerful, creative entity that we are at our core.” — Shati Gawain

We are spirit. We are life. What is seen of us with the natural eye is not truly who or what we are. These bodies we have taken ownership of are just performing vehicles allowing us to have a physical experience. To touch and taste the world. We are energy, we are light. We fill these bodies with our existence.

Sometimes though, instead of operating from the standpoint of the light that we are, we let darkness take residence in us. It creeps into our lives. It beats us up. It swallows us. It causes wounds that no one can see and it tries to strangle out our power.

The weaker we become in its keep, the more power it steals from us. It does not have to win. We are bigger than darkness. We are stronger. We are braver. Perhaps that is the problem. Perhaps darkness so badly wants to be light, as death craves life. The two however, being in full expression of themselves, cannot exist in harmony.

Darkness cannot become light. It can only have light expose itself to it. Light then, cannot become darkness… it can only be dimmed by it.

Darkness just is. It must remain what it is and even if it grabs us for a moment, permeating throughout us, it can never be who we are. No matter the constraints, the moment we expose ourselves to darkness we are released and catapulted away from it. From there, we can heal from all that was endured.

This is a spiritual life we are living. No matter the multitude of physical things surrounding us. Sometimes we can fall into what feels like death from some of the most horrible events that happen in life.

Healing ourselves takes time and it is important to be easy on ourselves during the process. Though recovery happens, it is inevitable that we will collect spiritual scars. We recover, they remain. Let them be. They are beautiful marks of our strengths. All survivors have scars.

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars. — Khalil Gibran

A Light In The Dark was inspired by this weeks prompt from Know Thyself Heal Thyself. As soon as I was ready to write, all of the electricity in the neighborhood went out! Needless to say, I was in the dark juicing up my dying laptop with my mobile hotspot. My phone died moments later. Ha! I’m back now and I hope you enjoyed this message.

Thank you for reading. Love & Light — Hope Coalesce