The dark night of the soul chronicles

My past life has got nothings on me
as for my future life
this one has got me by the balls.

I said, God… listen to me…
I think here is where I lost the battle.

Rest, my tired soul, for the…
I did, I am dead, what else?

A shadow must be walked and understood alone
Any help is deeming the light of your destiny.
It sounds pompous, I know, be your own a hero for a change.

I have never talked that dirty before I found God
God and spirits were pissing me off the most
I am fortunate, they have a strong sense of humor.

The shift I did in the name of love!
No wander heaven loves me to death.

I asked Spirit to send me what I need, not what I want, I had heard that it is a good thing to ask for.
Gee… that was about to ruffle my feathers right back into hell.

One thing becomes abundantly clear after you release your old self
Not giving a shit about the meaningless has a satisfying taste.

But… the best result of waking up must be what death did with its fear after.
It took it away from me.

Hey, Peter, who’s this guy over here? I don’t know, boss, he must’ve slipped under my attention. Do you want me to confiscate the keys from you?
Sorry, boss!

Nothing is perfect, if is not the point of success, it should be. Perfection is a stupid word, probably invented to keep someone working overtime without payment. I’ve experienced a dark night of the soul – you can’t miss this to doubt it. It hurts worse than hell did in the past, it practically cleans you up from all the negative energies, and when those energies are predominant, in the end I felt like a big and absolute nothing, that there was no point to all this hardship. On the other hand, I felt like I came out of my mother’s womb with a screwdriver in my hand, ready to fix the doctor’s glasses. Hey! My humor is back! I just noticed it.

Jesus, can I have my steering wheel back, please?