Cassandra

The fractured imprint of Cassandra remains; burns bright; pounds at the gates, silenced. She says, "Keep Quiet, your words have power. Say only, "Let me be an instrument of your will, Lord." Tongues and ties will bind- an act of balance with no end. In turn, opening His love for you, pounding nails in a board. "Your reward is not in this life: your reward is this life. Your gift: to experience the glory of Creation with all your senses- to learn to love like agape- an eternal constant knife that cuts what separates and tears down all fences. The agents of 'separation' are manifested thoughts and actions of humans who fall into despair. Despair leaves little room for love- so love transmutes into compassion, flows towards you unnoticed through the air. She absorbs the slings and arrows of despair; a well that when drawn from, overflows and waters your roots. The 'weak force' is more powerful than the 'strong.' Through a matrix, "singlets" are born from pure energy- born of an imbalance between Creation and Annihilation; everything seen and unseen in nature has won the quantum battle to exist for a while, but not for long. Yet, the 'weak force' is often defined in terms of destructive radioactive decay- that mirrors processes observable on Earth. May we redefine ourselves and each other backwards, from death to birth? When the Magi presented their gifts to the Christ- most precious and beloved, worthy gifts to a prince or a pauper. And when He was grown, He said, "All gifts are equally beloved and all men are princes and paupers." There is no direct correlation: Between what we sow and what we reap- is everything under the sun. That which unites and that which separates to rule are the transient game. "Be not proud, for all your gifts and faults are tools, to help you quantify the gifted and the poor the same." Rewritten on 11/28/13.