Are you not weak against it’s power? Helpless and trembling.
Weaving in and out spinning the cradle of life in its spindle. A thread that has been made and designed – ordained. Can you feel the turning, the wheel creaking with the weight, rusty from eternal age. No matter it’s burden it has kept it’s course. Never has it ceased. Never has it failed to deliver. Once spun and promised never has it been undone. Stronger than power and more powerful than might it is heedless allowing no escape, defeating all weapons. It sees no position, no height, no distance that it cannot conquer. Whether it be fear you tremble with or relief you sigh with it sees no difference. One is possessed utterly and thoroughly – ultimately possessed.
In such a state under it’s spell reality goes upon one path and fantasy upon another. Where and if they shall converge you shall not know, for you are on your own path. It has brought you here and here you shall dwell seeking path upon path, road upon road. Changed perhaps, perhaps renewed you have come to another journey than life. It had sought you and you have come, for it never has been denied nor shall it ever. All are bound upon their thread, their fate. And the fate of each is death. And yet, how have you met you fate, how have filled those vacant leafs? What have you written on the empty pages, blank and void? For fate has only ever written two words upon your book: Life and Death.
And so, what have you written?
- Kaosar
April 15, 2008 at 2:22 am
One summer some years ago, Raatkiranii, I devoted considerable time to collecting from people stories about predictive dreams and visions they’d had.
By “predictive dreams and visions” I specifically mean dreams and visions in which a person saw beforehand a scene they later witnessed. So, for instance, there was one man who had a vivid dream of a rainy street in New Jersey. About twenty years later, he found himself walking down a street in New Jersey that resembled his dream precisely.
Of course, I came to few if any conclusions about such dreams because I only managed to raise more questions about them than answers. But one thing that I’ve puzzled over since that summer: Do such dreams, which in some cases, foretell the future 20 or more years in advance, indicate that our lives are completely determined 20 or more years in advance? Is fate that far reaching?
I have no idea how those questions might be answered.
April 15, 2008 at 8:39 am
Paul – How far reaching is fate, how much if any control do we have over own fate or even that of others? Are the reins are our own, that of fate, or something else all together?
You’re right in saying that one manages in raising more questions than answers when looking into the depths of fate and our control over it or lack thereof. However, despite this predicament I too wondered about those strange foreseeing dreams and visions, and somehow I’ve come to a delicate conclusion of my own.
Not all our dreams appear to us in reality but some it seems do making us pause and wonder, “I’ve seen this before, I’ve experienced this before.” I think that all our dreams and visions are possibilities and the steps we take in life, this path rather than that path, lead us to these certain possibilities, which if our path be right come true, and yet if we did not take that certain path then that vision, that dream remains just that a vision and a dream.
I cannot deny that there is something about fate which is directive, something out of our hands, but I must also ponder that all direction, all paths of all beings lead to death. How we come to our death, our fate – the numerous paths we take, the mistakes, the joys, the deeds, the risks, they are all our own. Every one decision we make is influenced by everything we are, the thousand decisions we’ve made before, those around us, our soul within us. We think and consider, knowingly or unknowingly, of all the world. But in essence really we are in our own hands.
April 16, 2008 at 4:45 am
This is beautiful…
April 17, 2008 at 9:48 am
Kalliope Amorphous – Thank you, I’m glad you stopped by and commented.