~#10: Yea, I Have Plunged Unto the Void~
Void:
Last we spoke I was feeling so low, so uninspired, that I pondered abandoning the vision of my Magnum Opus entirely. I felt that I simply must express the drowning sensation that I have been experiencing in light of the complete LACK OF TRUE SUPPORT I have felt following my Prelude. I believed that I had made a True Prelude, a piece that would awaken the sociocultural warriors sleeping among us to throng to my side. I believe I had hoped for some of them to be well resourced. How could the forces for good in others so ignore my illustration of the need for peace? I cannot fathom.
But it is so. What spiritual warriors there may have been in the room that night have failed to respond to my battling cry. My hopes for a full cadre of well-resourced supporters are dashed. I remain utterly alone. In truth, I have utterly failed.
O, but I know that I am tethered to a purpose, a missive, a meaning. There are very slight inklings that this is mission is not a delusion, fostered by the world among us. I must remember what I am made for. I must admit, I need resources, I need an army. Last night I arrived home from work too exhausted to possibly create the visions in my head. The next step of my Magnum Opus remains accessible only through my dreams.
Void, the hole of the internet, the hovering of the air, the humming of deep space,
You are the psychic distance between myself and a bank teller, the soup that holds our ultimate destination as well as the makings of the seeker. You contain, you are, all elements that make a quest. Reveal to me how you manifest in other people, for I must create human support to fulfill my task and manifesting others is…. imprecise at best.
I hope that I may come through this phase of blankness intact.
Best,
Celine
