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Oct. 7, 2011 - PRLog -- Step Fifteen/ Annexed 2: Penury, hello! / Chapter 3: The Journey towards the Higher Self.

In life’s streets I remain—seeing souls, examining pain. How did I judge?! Oh, how vain! I thought I knew, but I had no clue; I believed in their eyes— that trite fame. Repenting time in the mouths of snakes— so tall I am, they just chewed my name. Sucking my blood—vampire’s shake! For God’s sake, I’m in the make, of a new spirit, of a new dame. Conclusively, I am hungry and sad, but strangely purified and glad. As I was examining my ways, all thought, I’m strange and mad.
Yes, I grew, but not in stealth. I earned all my inner wealth. I dared to explore my every “me”, I’m humbly proud of what I dare to see. I threw myself in the arms of life; she opened her heart to my inner strife. She treated me “mystifier” than fiction, miraculously helping my deep friction. I feel new as a newborn. But this time the queen would like her throne. No more a flower with a thousand thorns! I want to surrender to love and light, as angels without restrictions. To that perfection, I will reach. Something, I know, I must teach. But now, I’m searching my unconscious self— lost and poor without a compass; and to my Lord, I’m much obliged to beseech.

ARE YOU THERE?!. . . 1st of August 2007 Step sixteen: Hey God, do you see me in the dark here?!
In my silence, I kneeled and talked to God: “When did I start to walk an empty dream?! Everything is not what it used to seem. I was rich, now I’m poor! I was proud, now I’m humble with no scheme! I am ashamed of walking that stream. I hurt no one, but my pockets are empty. I have no job, nor does my life have a theme! So tell me, lord! Where’s my courage? Where’s my will? Where’s my aim? Where’s my whim? Tell me! Why am I dead when I’m alive?! Why am I so weak when I used to strive?! Why am I so lost when I used to guide?! Where’s that flame I used to ride?! Tell me!
Why does love keep evading me?! In the arms of the lovers, I have to flee! Why do I feel so mad?! How did I become so waned and sad? Tell me!
Do you want me kneel?! To scream a voice I have no longer?! To stand— when I cannot pretend to be any stronger?! I’m tired of fighting, exhausted of restarting, dulled with trying, sometimes of living! Did you forget me? Did you?! Forget me? Tell me!
Will you show me the way in this dark paradise? When do you carry me home! Can you give me life, and not freeze my soul? When do you carry me home! Will you awaken my passion to long again? When do you carry me home! Can I kill my daemons and still stand tall? When do you carry me home!
Will you find me a reason? A love without treason! A man I can cherish! And let my sadness perish! Tell me! In a dream, a whisper, a sign, a breeze!
Why am I dead when I’m alive? Why am I so weak when I used to strive? Why am I so lost when I used to guide? Where’s that flame I used to ride? Tell me!”

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Walking with the Vain Cattle/ book. Visit press room to read reviews and other posts. A spiritual drama about the passage from the darkness to the light, the fight between the ego and the spirit in a materialistic world while trying to reach harmony, balance and inner peace. A theatrical musical.