The Apocalypse

I long for the Apocalypse…the time when heaven is forsaken and hell breaks loose; fire leaking from the sky, raining upon the earth, the ground itself shattering in fear, chaos and plague spreading in the hearts of the living; The End of Days…

Nah, I’m just playing with your imagination.

I long for the Apocalypse, the lifting of The Veil, the veil that stands between each and every one of us, the veil separating “All that is” into „you” and „I”, the veil creating the illusion of distance, making the Great Oneness appear as innumerable tiny ones; pieces that are still tied together, but self-perceived as separate entities, disconnected individuals…

I long for the lifting of The Veil, for just one moment, all of humanity, sharing a heartbeat, the heartbeat of Anima Mundi itself, a glimpse into infinity; that one single pulse, shattering all Ego, melting all feeble little selves into The One Great Spirit, ending this millennial deception of perception.

Oh! How I long for this moment!

Just imagine, the human race, all at once, dropping down on their knees, with tears smeared on their faces, teeth clenched tight in pain, for all the suffering of every individual is now felt in one heart; the wickedest of people struck down in unbearable remorse, looking up, searching desperately for relief, searching for a cure, for alleviation from this hellish, excruciating pain; pain springing from the sudden awakening to one’s egotist sins against The Great Spirit, against one’s own soul.

Oh, the beauty in all that pain! Imagine, the aftermath of the ego’s cataclysm: Lifelong enemies looking in each others’ weeping eyes, understanding each other’s pain; seeing, for the first time, each other’s souls, embracing one another in sacred forgiveness and compassion…

That compassion that would make the executioner’s iron hand tremble with emotion, halting the butcher right before taking another life; that compassion that would melt the dictator’s long frozen heart, making the tyrant see, for the first time, his subjects as his own kin; that compassion that would obliterate any viciousness from the hearts of the wicked, freeing them from their chains…

The compassion that would save us all…from us all…

 

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