Darkness does not discriminate. After paying and paying dearly into a beautifully disguised fruitless void, came a most unpleasant surprise. It had all gone nowhere. Gone, seemingly gone, into a vapid waste expression of insincerity and apathy. How could this ever have gone this wrong!? The investments have been material, ineffable, heartfelt, committed, dutiful, purposeful, TOTAL!!! Only to be apparently totally gone. GONE!!!! The longing residual grief has a component somber loss extremity of spastic upheaval. As the body recoils with shock and dismay, it’s breath exhales in bursts of spontaneously butchered desire exclaims. This is hard to take!! This is loss immemorial and tragic. Pieces of reason fall inconclusively behind a veil of jaundice and excuse. This blind side swipe has the pain point of heart-attack at it’s most severe vulnerability. This is all built in a sadistic setup of true love. True love!! Oh dear heaven, what a waste. What a terrible waste.
What could ever account for such a devastating surprise? What force is there that could possibly override the fact expression of complete commitment to a loving partnership? How dark can it be? Vain questions of unfulfilling regard go dismissed in the blame schema of sick reason. “You had it coming”, is the retort. “You had it coming.” This has all the shear earmarks of a very low power. A very low power indeed. Each investment was radiating with color rays of brilliance, joy, invitation, and welcome; happily delivered in the full belief to a life partnership of cooperative loving delight. Set up on display and slapped back in spitting insult to the good from which it emanated. This is a damn shame. The question about the depravity level of lower power dark force reality is answered conclusively; it knows no bound! While this tragedy is not the most horrific for sure, it is damn sad.
Sadness is appropriate now. Perspective is key. Choice is critical. Join the argument, and fall into the void that is consuming the loving heart, and partner in demise. A demise that can easily claim each party in requisite protraction waste. Or sight set higher and rise. Rise for the benefit of the loving and the loved. Terror is temporary with invited light, kindled and maintained through any trouble-scape. Take heart. Never forget that each death is a birth. Birthing a paradigm of promise. A promise that includes the memory of that which is right; eternally right. Delivered for the sake of the betterment of the couple, the family, the higher state. The state which now appears forsaken, yet is printed on the DNA of the believer… Me! Is there something that can defy absent memory and darkness driven amnesia? Dream vision? Dedicated belief? Patient love? Enduring purity? Deep deep longing? Everlasting prayer? Hopeful wonder? Simple request? Honest assistance? Respectful, yet reluctant, farewell? There is a fascinating component of power on display here now. I can’t believe how much in love I am with you. It’s remarkable to think that your not here. May fate find you joyous fortune, preeminent peace, wondrous reward, happiness and love. Thank you for helping to make my life better than I knew it could be. While the shattering of bliss may make for a choked goodbye, it comes from the bottom of my heart… I love you.