Diminishing the Soul: With Hatred

Diminishing the Soul: With Hatred

The monuments and statues to love and romance crumbled by the fever of hatred and anger from the bowels of Hell, from the inner abysses of one's soul rises hellhounds: Cerberus, Argos, Surma, The Black Dog of Bouley and the rest.  The race of forgiveness and lessening of the flames by time before the explosion erupts eating the lining of the soul.  Diminishing the journey to Above Cognitive.  Lengthening the path through the axes swung by arms of evil creatures unknown even to God.  Wounding cuts with dripping blood and anxious Angels of healing doctors and nurses determined to beat the clock of no return to the journey of Above Cognitive.

The journey to beat freezing by the coldness of heart and its hatred.  To stop God's wishes of two achieving the passing into Above Cognitive.  Closing the gates until the meeting of a new soul, a new mate.  Into the next lifetime one may need to go.  Even God sometimes loses.  Free will to hate: a freedom of man and more so of woman seeking self-redemption for the biting of the apple and the opening of eyes from God.  Or, the lack of faith in one self to fight the fight to be a better person.  One scared of others and the world more than the love and romance of God's mate, even with the blessings of God.  Unaware of that laying beyond Aura's Gate.

The quick flash hits its target with a bang.  The bullseye missed.  Unending darts await until stopped by one's repairing of his own heart, mind, and soul.  One needs to reach into his desire to be better, be closer to God.  Easy not.  For hatred, like laziness and destruction, is easier to forge on the anvil of life.  The heat and flames provided by sin and darkness of evil and its growth in one's soul, seeking to devour it whole and present to its master, Satan.  How does the repairs become and take form?  A question beginning with striking the bullseye to the recovery to the faith, forgiveness, and love of God which was lost.  Stop the throwing of the darts.

Again, how?  The mirror to God, the mirror on the wall, the mirror handheld, the mirror of the visor of a car, the mirror of the reflection in glass, and the countless mirrors God provides.  The happiness of God is great when one beats back the soldiers of evil and imprisons them to the minuscule spot reserved by God as the seed of Satan.  The mirror how one sees within himself.  What one has becomes.  The hatred in the eyes; thirstiness for blood in the lips; the darkness and coldness of the caves before seeing the light; lack of "feelings" of the colors; unseeing the image of God looking over them.  The questioning of these images begins the journey back to God by way of Above Cognitive.  Or an old man sitting by the fire telling a tale of color to children of animal skins and stoneware in the cave.