Discourse #5


A Chaotic Dissertation

Discourse # 5

              We dine in a nest of thieves, break bread with liars and manipulators, were we are the puppets and pawns in an even higher sadist’s game. The wager is our soul, our consciousness. Step up to the table and place your bets. It is only a matter of time before the fate of your steps and actions catches up and karma turns her head. Place your bets with ten to one odds your in favor to win and as the roll of the dice play out, your heart drops low as now your soul has been sold. The house always wins.

             Fate becomes the path you walk today, for our future is only written by our actions we make now. You can find many walking that same path, amidst an entire crowd but as you travel deeper into your own soul, you find fewer and fewer by your side and before long your voice echos along an empty chasm. For in the end there is a void we find within ourselves and a dire need to fill. We are alone, a solitary voice within our minds eye. Many will say this is our soul, our consciousness, energy and transmitting chemicals. Our memories and even our thoughts, even the prospect of god all formulated within our ability to understand, to reason and to adapt. With all our knowledge we still fail to see the power of our most basic of gifts, to learn. Often the question should not be asked if there is a heaven, or if there is a hell but rather can energy in its most primal state preserve the tangible moment of a thought or emotion?

 

“The stars become a road map to the heavens
a spin of the wheel lands lucky numbers seven
In this universe of organized chaos
the sight of the blind can quickly become lost
when the road becomes rocky and hard,
you can always look towards the stars.”

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saiom's picture

Captivating

You ask 'can energy in its most primal state preserve the tangible moment of a thought or emotion?'

Many believe every thought, word and action is preserved in the akashic records (Sanskrit akasha
or ethers)... in extremely subtle form

I am one of many who believe that all go back to God... the only difference being the journey
of some is longer than that of others... none are ever lost... though from a finite consciousness
it might seem so

You are a captivating writer

MatthewWayne's picture

Thank you

hmm Interesting, I am not familar with akashic. Though I am curious to know more, if your willing to point me in the right direction.


"I am my own sort of strange, a supernova of madness and brillance. Forced to share the same space and time. Sane enough to not be seen, yet not crazy enough to be heard." -- Matthew Wayne

Morningglory's picture

Wow!

Loved this! Awesome! Powerful! Made me feel the deepest depths of my very own... what a sensation!!


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MatthewWayne's picture

Thank you! :) I am glad you

Thank you! :) I am glad you enjoyed it


"I am my own sort of strange, a supernova of madness and brillance. Forced to share the same space and time. Sane enough to not be seen, yet not crazy enough to be heard." -- Matthew Wayne