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...