Getting Out of a Corner

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Why are some of us so self tortured?
Why is the guilt and conscience like a judgment from God from within?
True we are multidimensional beings with a Soul.....is that it?
I believe we couldn t live without that force from within.
But then I question myself why this doesn t create more empathy and understanding.
Maybe its because we as a group have painted ourselves into a cynical little corner ......now we live a terribly incomplete realism.
There is no belief of the Soul in that corner......yet we have one.
Look within because Soul lives beyond beliefs ...and that s the beauty of it.
With it you can cross a room and get out of your predicament.
You can cross a floor it took a long time to paint.
The paint is made of tears ,blood and sweat.
And all that is of the flesh.
Most can t see what has been painted because they are busy trying to survive.
With the Soul you can find your way out of the corner and on another side and in a room with infinite possibilities.
The best part is turning around once your out of the corner and looking back and seeing the horror and beauty of what you created.
The Soul allows you the greatest respect of your endeavor.
But all this is only possible if you acknowledge the existence of something most don t want to see........and its one of life s most easily visible things.
It is a flower growing in the desert.
It is a terminal disease in a person that will not die.
In a time of transition it must be used.....its always like that.

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