"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate but that we are powerful beyond all measure." -Marianne Williamson
i believe their are varied depths to the soul. not that the soul is shallower in some and deeper in others but that the soul is seen in different depths by different people. almost like a well in which we toss our change or draw our water. each person possess a different amount of silver, a unique color of water, a secret beast. have you looked into yours? does it glimmer? does it echo? is it empty?
we walk around so often and touch people. watch people. taste people. but it is a rare chance that we know people. because to know someone is to see the knowledge that they themselves posses of who they are. and if the people we interact with are uncertain or unknowing or shallow than it is impossible to know them because they do not yet know themselves.
true knowledge of a thing is to receive a resonance of understanding from itself. a tree does not doubt that it has roots or produces seeds and it attempts no other purpose. if you struggle with the connection from an inanimate object than try a mentally ill individual. to hold a conversation is comparable to containing water in oiled hands. you may act. you may interact. but you do not resonate because the soul in which you are attempting to connect or touch is disconnected from even the possessor.
the soul is a thing rarely understood. the tick, not the gears or the hands or the face but the tick is what puzzles. to know a person is to know their soul. but you are unable to know a person who does not yet know themselves.
to know who you are you must peer deep into oneself and whisper a terrifying question. a question that you will begin to understand few have asked. few possess the courage. the bravery necessary to ask..."are you there?"
now through this muddled conversation i have but one point. the one originally written and really only the latter of that sentence. "we are powerful beyond all measure." because for the majority they are not apart of the "we". they are in fact inadequate. as equipped or strong as they believe themselves to be they are neither. but merely shells. merely people of emptiness. struggling to pour materials, emotions, beliefs, prayers into something that holds none of them.
now the "we." the powerful. the mighty. we are men or women of God. i am a man of God. i am filled with an unquestionable presence. a dominating mass. i do not exist without the presence of the Holy Ghost. my face is unchanged. my fingerprints the same. but me. "we." my tick. our ticks. my soul. our souls. are now things of unconquerable. unmeasurable. uncontainable power that only a God can be the source.
the fear is reasonable. logical even. if created by a thing. and inhabited by a thing. than we possess their qualities. and a quality of our possessor is power. power beyond all measure. but that is not the trick. not to understand we are vessels or a tools. we have been given hands for a reason. a tongue to use. feet to use. a heart to use. we have not only been filled but blessed with multiple faucets of which to pour. but the trick...
the trick is tapping into it.
