if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out

“I tell you, if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out.”

love affair esoterica, but surely not with any human:

Rage into the insomnia and rage into the unspeakable, poetry falls short because words are limited, and the veil of deception around the minds of my fellows, including myself, knows no bounds.

“what’s the next best thing?”

we know this in recovery as “do the next right thing” when shit hits the fan, or when you want to do all the things that will get you dead or locked in a concrete box with a robbery sentence by a man in a glorified dress who swings a toy hammer and plays god.

if they play by maritime law they are guilty of treason, but that’s another story.

the constitution is a bed time story to make you think that once upon a time, there were men of principle. This country is and has been a social engineering experiment, and not one of freedom; but i digress.

how the fuck did that start.

I could ask myself the same question about this post.

Well,

it all started when an inconvenient truth was revealed to me during meditation

and it was a truth i had been fighting for a long time, very ugly, did not want to see it, but the fact that it kept returning, I had to look at it.

• rage arrived

• i felt the time came where i no longer could hold it in

• i know myself well enough to be a little wary of myself when i am that animated

• so i went outside to pray..

i prayed and was pretty clear in needing a sign, either right or wrong, but i needed the truth, i did not want to make a mistake by acting on what i felt i had to act upon, if i was wrong.

i realize often with prayer you do not always get an immediate answer.

however that night, I did.

and before I did, I opened to a “random” page in the Bible and looked at the first sentence I saw. Words from Christ:

“I tell you, if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out.”

I consulted with another woman who knows the Bible much better than I, but regardless it was obvious that if I suppressed the truth I was strangling myself in the silence of, there would be far greater consequences. I was not to be condemned, and in this case, I was the one condemning myself.

Turns out, yeah, the truth was fuckin revealed. It was rough. It was a blessing. It finally, FINALLY set me free from something that was causing me a lot of pain. I’m not going to discuss what that thing was because this is more about the experience than the specifics.

What happened the next day?

The next day is when the spiritual prison break started. This article or post, whatever, was written partially that night. never finished it. just came back to it.

Me finally facing a brutal truth, and SPEAKING for myself instead of being a prisoner to delusions, led to what has been the spiritual prison break:

That was only three weeks ago, friends.

If you find yourself in the same position, I hope this story can help you, that you may have your own spiritual prison break. To see what has taken place since then.. see the above posts.

You and I are not so different. That is why I share these things.

Image found on Pinterest. What becomes of the things we refuse to see, or choose to repress..