My Soul Does Not Actually Exist In Gravity

Bravery and courage move with us through time.
We are in a time where few show enough bravery to the faces of power.
Few have the courage to confront the dysfunction of human desire.
Somewhere in time, I have anchored in powerful bravery, and I have been willing to courageously look deep into the desires of my soul.

I fear not those with the power to destroy reputations and life.
History is filled with the lost names of the most courageous of us that were discredited, tortured, and killed.
Those of power will try to tear down the miracles of innovation and insight.
Their desires unchecked … wished to take the creative talents of others in order to gain wealth and fame.

The powerful can take the things they desire but in death those lessons of tenacity and creative genius do not follow them into the ethers or into any other place and time.
In fact, in stealing what was not theirs, they lose small pieces of their own soul.
They do not see that cruelty can and will have long and lasting impacts across the trajectory of their soul.
Those that move from compassion will forever struggle against all forms of oppression.

The beginning of awareness allows the soul to stand up and fight for freedom.
The continuation of the soul’s evolution allows ones to experience the transformative power of knowledge.
How many lifetimes have we wandered about searching for ways for the human spirit to triumph over the hateful?
Remember this, each choice and action comes from a core intention to do good or to do harm.

Your future self is shaped by your response to your own crimes of neglect and fear.
Your future self is given more chances when we allow the kindness and compassion to grow within our lives.
We remember each other when the compassion looms forward.
We fall into forgetfulness when we allow the powerful to take our choices away from us.

Every encounter we experience is a chance for a change in direction.
The reaching for another future possibility.
A moment when time bends and what could be, begins to come into form.
A moment when the grip of mortality lessens and we remember that our soul does not actually exist in gravity.
~Suzanne Wagner~