We Who Wrestle 🤼‍♂️

 We Who Wrestle. 

    We who wrestle with God. We who stand tall, in face of the Creator, and struggle against the weight of consciousness. Last night, I wrestled.

    Last night, I had a dream. In that dream, I was face to face with a baby cow. The baby cow was there to be wrestled, and I stood up to the challenge. I was asked to step into the ring with the creature, and to subdue it. To put it into a submission, as I tied a rope around its feet.

    Most people around the ring did not believe that I could succeed. They assured me that the cow was extremely strong, and that being able to subdue it would be no easy task. Despite the discouragement, I was not afraid. I understood that the task was possible, if one only knew how to do it. If one would be able to understand what was necessary, one could twist the calf into submission. Going for its neck was the game plan, to wear it down until i could eventually flatten it out. To twist and pull on its spine, until it finally could not take my weight any longer.

    Symbolism is a huge part of life. Once man begins to learn how to read symbols, the rest of the world opens up. The entire planet is ran by those who insert symbols everywhere, as a way to be recognized by those who know where to look. The ability to mock the common man, openly, is a true art form. If fact, if I ran the world, I would do the same. I would insert symbols and hidden knowledge all across the globe, making it ridiculously easy to be seen, yet impossibly difficult to understand. The ignorance of the common man truly is out of this world.

    The dream with the baby cow represents a struggle with God. The cow can definitely represent the golden calf which was worshipped in the old days, when God had given his people, the Canaan’s, strict orders. Yet despite their strict orders, they strayed from the path. These people did not believe in the power of God, and therefor chose to challenge him at every single turn. Today, the truth is no different. The struggle of man vs. God has reached an all-time high, embracing levels we have never seen before.

    Once man understands that the goal of those who are in charge is to challenge God, everything else becomes evident. The purpose of mocking and chipping away at the Creator, until eventually He will have no choice but to show his hand. Force Him into interfering with the mess which man has created without him. It is a bold strategy, no question about it. It is a difficult and dangerous game, that we currently play. Yet, despite all the negatives, I must admit that I admire the courage to mess with God.

    Life is a struggle. Every single day, we struggle. Sometimes with our minds, sometimes with our bodies. Sometimes with our spirit and sometimes with our soul. The sign of struggle is a sign of evolution, as we attempt to shed the skin of old in order to achieve something new. This struggle is a blessing in disguise, not a curse. The ability to struggle shows our will to grow into something more than we could ever have imagined. That is the starting point of our journey towards accomplishing something great, and becoming who we were meant to be.

    Most individuals do not struggle. Most simply accept where they are in life, and become nothing else. They become weak and complacent, simply going through the motions of life every single day, without truly being present. They follow a routine from which they were handed by somebody else. They never question it. They never fight back. They simply become complacent, and fall into nothing more than a useful tool for others to manipulate. Those people never reach satisfaction, because they never truly evolve to the individual they were meant to be.

    Evolution is necessary. We have been sent here, on Earth, with purpose. A great, tremendous, purpose. The purpose to become who we were sent here to be, to accomplish whatever it is we were sent here to do. Every single individual was given the ability to make an impactful change to this world. Yet most lose their purpose through their life struggles. Most find ways to convince themselves that they are less than who they are. They become weak and afraid, doing whatever is necessary simply to fit in and not stand out. They do whatever they must in order to never become vulnerable. They tuck their heads in the sand and hold on, as life slowly passes them by.

    Struggling with God can mean a lot of things. Wresting with God is the definition of humanity. We wish to be free from the shackles of which we were cast upon, and weave our own future. We wish to learn the power and strength necessary, to form our own paths. We wish to be free from the boundaries which have been placed upon us, so that we may do as we wish. The reality is, man wishes to be the ruler of their own destiny.

    For those who continue to wrestle every single day, I say to you- do not quit. Do not submit. Do not grow weary. Understand that the opponent you wrestle with is closer to submission than you can possibly imagine. Understand that the forces which have been impeding you from stepping forward and claiming your purpose, are closer to destruction than you can see. The struggle must continue, until you are capable of shedding the skin which no longer fits you, in order to rise above the conflict. We must be willing to step out of our comfort zone, to emerge as an entity higher than that which struggles.

We must evolve.

        Glory Be,

                    Amen.