Reflecting on choice, Conscience vs Ego.

I understand what it means to be confused.  Not to know what path to tread.  It's the beginning of the Dark Night of the Soul.  

This heavy undeserving bog follows a moment that needed recognition. A choice.  

A decision that had the earmarks of some gain that needed to be attained. Something the universe had in store for us, a gift. 

A gift we rejected.  

What was it that drew us closer to the Dark Night?

What drew us away from the Divine choice? 

Of course, the Ego.  

Instead of following the blessing we became lost in the wants and desires. Not recognizing that this gift came from above.  

All our actions stem from this flow, reacting from the egos’ self-pleasures. If we only had sight in that moment but we slept. 

On this night we wedded and laid with self-love, vanity, greed, and an unquenchable thirst for self-satisfaction.  

We turned our backs on the whisper.

I ask how can the ego know the future direction taken when it only sees itself.  

Its sights diminished and twisted by its fires.  

What can the ego see when it reacts from the base instinct of our animal?

The ego's fate is blindness, the impossible inability to see anything that stands before it.

But that whisper  

The whisper that swells in the chest waiting to be heard, it feels the warmth of the earth embracing its face on a cold night. 

And where were we when this beloved came and sat quietly pointing saying look, look at what is before you. How can you deny the blessing, the love that was given unconditionally? 

Where were your ears when the head that laid in your bosom spoke such beautiful things?  Where were you?  

Fear not in this dark hour for the return is always near. 

It's the pilgrimage through the black forests of the heart, it returns through the dark night of the soul. 

It is said man is built with a mechanism that can know, a feeling that can guide the hand. It thinks and reasons with the heart, it sees everything and everyone. Beloved, it is called our conscience.  

Know this,  the only real endeavor that is tread is to manifest from conscience. 

How do we listen to the silent whisper? 

The feeling of self and an embracing feeling of those around us. 

The answer resides in suffering. A suffering we now have to embrace.  It's the sad reality of life.  Sometimes we have to live through the fire of hell to come to what's real.  Scorched and never the same.  

Anyone that feels the sting of higher powers that guide us.  You have my deepest love.  For in that dark hour, I know the hurt.  Follow through young soul. It's never forever and we always win, we never lose.