When I was young, life was not a matter I pondered upon much. Living in poverty much of my youth, lead me to seek wealth, only to drag around the weight of drinking and drugs. Through addiction, I met the Master who offered all there was to offer, only to find out that at every corner was a thief that stole the pleasure of serenity. Wealth came and went, respect much the same. Met a man who gave a bit of wisdom to carry a load for him I could keep in the end, with one catch. Learn the true meanings to life itself, and my weight in gold would be my prize.
Chasing a rainbow is never easy, especially when it comes to wealth. Much more difficult when you have a monkey on your back. At every corner just as you think you can keep what you earn, the monkey steals it away, so in frustration ever grasping for every rope thrown in your direction. Yet, what is more precious, the monkey or the gold? The “gold” for sure, “or” is it the monkey that will never let you have it?
I met a man who offered a bit of wisdom to carry a load for him I could keep in the end. In the “end” with a “catch.” Then I pondered, is he a man, or is the he a she using it’s persuasion to allure my most vulnerable weaknesses? Am I drunk, or am I stoned, have the drugs all eaten the powers to reason what is real and what is not? Yes, I met a man who offered me a load to carry, the gold I sought yet could never keep for within all the efforts to earn it, it all slipped through my hands by the monkey on my back that kept stealing it away.
One morning, I felt the weight. The weight of a monkey that had turned into an elephant and the man or is it a woman that offered me it’s wisdom and the golden prize. The elephant gave nothing but it’s weight to carry and the man or woman gave it’s wisdom of the ignorant. That which I carried was that which “I” earned, but could not keep for the gold was but my respect waning.
Came a voice from the beyond that said, “You are dead my son, the load you carried was YOURSELF. It was neither a monkey nor an elephant but the weight of your ignorance and the man or woman was but the devil who gives the prize of the golden promise, none have ever earned or will ever get.” Ever confused, I remarked to this voice, “So what is this place, is it hell or is it heaven.” And the voice replied, “It is neither, my son, but the kingdom within your own sanity of which you have neglected to acknowledge. The golden gift to which you had in the beginning you were so willing to throw away. You are the God, you may create or destroy. The choice, has always been your own.”
Yes, long ago, I met a man or was it a woman that offered me a load to carry. But the load was but a delusion which was “never” gold, but the weight of ignorance. Ignorance I carried for many years until “death.” I heard a voice that said I have the power to destroy, or the power to create, and this voice said, “I will give you another ‘chance,’ to get it ‘right.’ You can destroy yourself, or you can create yourself. That POWER, I have given you. To decide to use your OWN intellect or listen to the one of the GOLDEN promises it never ‘keeps.’ The God who tells you thou shalt have no other Gods before you for he wants you, all to itself. That’s where it robs you of your dignity, for I am the Lord creator of all things and have also made you a GOD, equal to this God, with powers over your own destiny. So who is the wiser? My son, it all depends on, YOU….”