The Arrow That Crosses the Chest

 THE ARROW THAT CROSSES THE CHEST

I learned by seeing what is visible on the outside and observing the intangible that is felt within. Looking at the stars and stepping with firm feet on rocky, dry, arid grounds, in contrast to the coldness of the body in the warmth of the environment. I say this with almost absolute certainty that I have. I learned to feel the necessary and to express the formidable. Something like this should not be rare, something like this cannot be expensive.

We carry in large steps memories of a distant past that dwell in the present moment, interfering in our space-time as we distance ourselves from the past, anxiously avoiding the future. What will remain for us beyond the present? Can a vehicle cross from one point to another, in its speed, in its constancy, and with the necessary fuel, without being the same in this physical body?

How far can I go, to which destination do I propose to reach? If everything around me seems to exist for a good reason, for a mission or existential condition... Why should I forget to nurture the terrestrial vehicle, preparing it for its union with the celestial? Perhaps this is the illusion that makes us connect only to the physical and forget the primordial energy that dwells in every living being within the Earth Project.

A door closed from the inside may not open correctly from the outside unless the key is in your hands, and violence is not necessary to enter the door of the heart, of course, we can function similarly. We can be your love in many lives, we can plant whatever, but we will only reap what is deserved. Perhaps it is only through divine mercy capable of delivering something superior to what was offered. But tell me, why should we depend on crumbs from the saints while we do not sanctify ourselves?

With the discernment I gather and also with what I plant, I choose to follow this path, I choose to remake my destiny. With the independence of bare feet, pleading to the heavens for the forsaken brothers. Continuing with a clean life and the heart on a straight path, following the instructions that come from within. The arrows pierce my chest. Blood flows without any hesitation. I see the pleasure of those who spit on my breasts, tied to a tree completely defenseless... But none of this takes away from me the purity of love expressed in my smile.

I look at everyone with the reflection of their own eyes; I see that in each one dwells a spark of genuine light entering your hearts. The fury felt, expressed by such revolt and savagery, makes me surrender, and allows me to know that at some point it will expand, and forgiveness will reach it. Even with all the evils making me bleed, tying my body, wrapping ropes around my soul. The flame that cleanses and destroys the chains comes to remove the impurities of the spirit, leaving it free to fly. The lightness of life that allows a return to the creator's bosom from which we came one day.

This is the return of those who fulfilled their mission; they are free to depart because they knew how to deliver their works, and nothing else binds them to the Earth. Allow the same calling to lead you to your ultimate goal. Allow yourself to be ready for the moon's glow, the warmth of the bonfire, the singing of the mermaid.

Allow the freedom of open arms to receive you at your destined place. For you already have eyes to see beyond the veil of Maya and a heart to feel what was expected of you. Stand firm to continue the journey. It is the path of the saints that brought you here.

It is the same as the pure, the clean, and the righteous,

it is feeling the little bird entering its nest and knowing how to appreciate its mother. The message that reaches me, I also share. What you can hear is a call to the infinite. Just don't run against the wind or under the open sky expecting to receive what is rotten and impure to the infernos.

Because I too was beaten, bewitched, and cruelly tortured, and at no moment did I fail to love those who were by my side. It is the knowledge of sacrifice that delivers in itself the needed Christ, and it is through divine mercy that I must pray for all.