Philosopher’s Stone Forged Upon Hell
My deepest level of hell,
became my greatest teacher.
My most crippling suffering,
uncovered gifts and deep wisdom.
My most inhumane pain,
granted me a whole new vision and insight.
My darkness moments,
plunged me into the underworld of my psyche where I trekked its bloody core torch in hand
Deep deathlike solitary confinement like isolation, took me to the depths of my soul and showed me the unmatched and beautiful power of solitude
Tragedy and adversity annilated me, tore me apart piece by piece and pounded me into the ground, Then rebuilt me and became a canvas for exquisite art
Immense loss of everything near and dear, was the invitation to let go of any and all worldly attachments for a divine level of appreciation
The survival tactics employed to keep myself alive brought me home; connected and devoted me to my ancient roots, nature and spirit
The verge of death,
submerged me into the mysterious and mystical experience and union with life
The ferocious warzone I couldn't escape from,
planted roots of monumental and unbreakable strength, perseverance and resilience
Rock bottom became the fertile ground to forge myself through the fire and flames
My darkest, all-consuming, coldest, longest and most inhumane moments brought me gifts that were otherwise unobtainable.
My scars tell an unfathomable story of the deepest and darkest hells of human suffering
They also remind me of the depths, will, strength, resilience, beauty and art behind the Philosopher’s Stone built on the back of pure hell and how we can use our most horrific experiences as an initiation to invite us home and surrender into the deepest depths to pull the Phoenix out of death
