There it is—the hysteria
brewing inside like a silent, screaming storm.
I know that I cannot achieve
more inspiration until I am ready
to dive again into the bowels of my
deepest unconscious self.
the portion of myself that I have judged so harshly,
that I have confined it to the prisons
of my long forgotten unconscious,
hides within these depths.
These depths are only partially third dimensional
for they form the threshold
of the Netherworld.
The Netherworld is the realm that is
so deep in my unconscious
that it is forced to hide on the fringes of
the lower fourth dimension.
The door upon this threshold can only be opened with
honest and loving emotion.
If I am unwilling to feel my truest, buried emotion,
the key to this door is withheld and
I am barred from admittance.
If I avoid this challenge
and continue to live in denial of my real feelings,
a wall will slowly grow between
the person that I “act like”
and the person that “I am”.
the inspiration will NOT come to me
because I will not BE me.
Instead, I will be an illusion.
an illusion of who I choose to look like
because I am afraid to FEEL who I truly AM.
But if I can go there,
if I can jump into the abyss,
if I can FEEL the Netherworld
and remember how
I, myself, created it ~
then, and only then,
can I taste my Soul.
In order to feel
the unconditional love of my Soul,
I must be willing to
unconditionally love my fear.