I looked off into the cloudy night’s sky as the moon light
dwindled through like unsung melodies made soundless by man. It was an
interesting sight to see. We three huddled underneath highly strung tarp while
the dangers of lightening danced in into the far distance that faded into the nearby
town. I had never really been the religious type but given the recent situation
and the ebbing of reemerging pain, I began to wonder about building a latter to
heaven.
Could it be done if heaven was a place at all? There was a
part of me that wished that heaven was a place but even more than that, a home.
I can never remember home as being a physical thing. Growing up we rarely
stayed in a place longer than a year. For a time we bounced from place to place
running from the people who were ripped from the pages of Anne Rule’s greatest
works. Home was not a place of walls or
with obscure pieces of furniture. No, it was a smell. Small, simple and
possibly strange in the eyes of some but to me home could always be near if I could
smell home.
Home could be my own sense of heaven if I wanted it to be.
It is, as of current, my temple. A sanctuary of peace and relief. It is hallowed
area that is a shelter against the pain and bewilderment that the world seemed
to carry lately. Yet, the eyes, it was just another place filled with stuff. I
made a mix of different scents and became successful in my pursuit.
Lavender, vanilla, linen with a hint of greenery. I had my
scent. I had created my ladder to heaven. However, gazing at the forlorn moon through
its cloud ridden bars I realized that there was a ladder to heaven and it was
built bar by bar. Anyone could climb it but the location was tricky. We are our
own ladders. Think of it like this: we all care divinity and therefore a piece
of the hereafter with ourselves. Thus, we can always find heaven if we are
willing in to look within. Hell can be the opposite. By not honoring the divinity that is within
yourself, you are not honoring your creators (which ever your belief system)
and therefore creating your own hell. Even worse is that those around you can By allowing those of untrue hearts to wound
you it is a causing dishonor to not only yourself but the earth energies that
walk with you.
I know where heaven is and it is within myself. Building the
ladder to match the goal might be another story.
By the way, have I plugged my book yet? No? here it is again!
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