The Ego Fades Away

There once was a place, of pure outer space, before great Mother Earth's very start. Before the old Father took ahold of the scythe and hourglass, we were created... as a state of togetherness. We were a molten, melted, bubbly soup of harsh, yet peaceful oneness. We were a formless and thoughtless, pure and powerful energy. Such an era, we Earth creatures now have never known. Yet that's our only real canon true story, of how we came to be… Shrouded under such a deep, enchanted mystery.

Once, we were all of one pure awareness, deeply alone together. Our only company was a cold, dark moon, so very full of secrecy and far, far away. Early on, there was water, heat and electrons. There were cells upon cells, that mutated and transcended anew. There were sea creatures, then land dwellers - stomach crawlers, four legs, and then two feet to stand upon. There were plants, eggs, scales, feathers, and then there was soft, furry, warm-blooded flesh. Creatures came to be that knew how to battle and destroy, and creatures were born that learned how to heal and to love. They grew and changed and bloomed. They became new creatures, era after era, moon after moon. The ones left today, found a way to beat the challenges fate threw at them. The ones that are here now, kept on and endured no matter what. Our ancestors won, for better or for worse. Here we are now, all by ourselves, stuck together on a space rock.

Here we are now, on a blue and green marble, lost as we float around the sun. All of us go about our days now, as separateness. We are each creature, each type of human, each language, each color, each flag… You as you, and me as me. Homelands are born, and then they spread apart, colony after colony. Cultures battle for power and control, then come back together to break the old bondage and be free. They endure the same cycles, over and over, repeatedly. Yet so much feels the same. Why does every land, every country... echo each other, one way or another? Monarchy, democracy, and anarchy. They want war. They want peace. They want to eat. They want to learn. They want to pray. They want to tear each other apart, and then put themselves back together once more, but a new way. Every new dawn, and every new end of days, changed but also the same. Perhaps the old eras of oneness are to blame.

How far back can you remember? Have you always felt separate from the world, once you were pulled out of the Earth, from your creator's womb? Does oneness start over, when we reach our tombs? Where does our memory go? Can we surely, honestly ever know? Truly, where does separateness start? How do we acknowledge, the separateness of our own thoughts and own hearts? Maybe the answer should be "never", because your body holds a galaxy. The same stardust that made the Earth's early crust and the molecules of the seas, floats freely through your blood, as well as everyone else's on the planet… Mothers, brothers, strangers, lovers... All the people you've met, and so many you haven't yet. How can such be? So separate are we, and you shudder and wonder, as you remember, wealthy royals and opulent robes. Then there's the strong and modest, labor-class folks, and the ones that wear rags, and sleep all alone around the gutters. There are those born lame, and then those born dancers. Some get good health, and others get cancers. There are so many more thoughts to ponder than answers.

Yet humans have sought, for thousands of years. We never stop, and we search so far beyond all our fears, and the awkwardness of all that we cannot remember. Can the shamans tell us what truly encompasses splendor? Can love be measured? Can we overcome our greed and our anger, for the most wholesome of ways, that should truly be treasured? Can we transcend all that makes us act repressed, ugly and jealous? Some say the conundrum can be solved by the zealous - renounce the world, and restore your soul. Your path becomes the temple, the alter, the church to feel whole. Are the answers all there, under concrete and stone? Maybe we just seek a way to feel less alone, out of the abyss, out of the darkness. Some dream deep on the astrals, perhaps helped by a strange jungle brew, or benevolent fungus. Some feel the same love under the stars and the trees, on a journey abroad, or on the ocean's soft breeze.

Not to say, any of these ways to walk a soul’s path are wrong… or are true… but you probably know when you feel peace, don't you? Each breath that you take, thoughtful and full. All the power that flows from your toes to your skull, that's all you've ever known. Deep under our egos, we know what feels close to home. Even when we don't really understand how to trust, take a moment and remember, we started as "us". Before we were separate, before we felt lost. You take a solo journey, but at what cost?

Do you ever feel that you don't act "normally"? Do you feel that a part of you, goes on eternally? Just try to remember - the cells of your body were all once one, and then parted. The elements that make you, were here when we started. Just try to remember, you aren't really alone. Even when you're all by yourself, stuck to doom-scroll on your phone, there's more to us than just what we can usually see. The spectrum’s so vast… and the whole mystery’s far, far beyond me…

Just let your ego fade out. Let your thoughts fly away. Be thankful the planet gave you a green place to stay. Take care of her deeply, she’s you and she’s me. Remember, we cannot have true freedom, unless everyone's free. We have all been everyone, but we don't have to be anyone... we just get to be.