Primordial Soup

I want to take you back in time, to how I used to write. I hope that you can follow along, as I want my writing to be raw. I have a lot going on in my mind, and sometimes to focus my thoughts takes me on a strange ride. 

Why is this term in my mind? Primordial soup, who theorized such a rhyme? Out comes the dictionary to find the who rhymed this term in my mind. I must give homage where homage is due, is it a guy named Alex or Jack or Charles or Harold. I haven't got a clue who gave the soup it's due? It was theorized that our existence started with not only dust and dirt on the ground, but energy and matter where creation was found. Although it may be true, this group who theorized about the soup and the goo, they all failed to recognize the fruit and the glue.

I struggle again with the thoughts in my mind, trying to conform with existence should be fine, but it is not fine, my emotions run high.

What is the primordial soup that I have been seeking? The building blocks of life that have me wreaking within the existence of my own desire to know, “what is the point?”. I fail at life and continually get duped into believing that people are good, that people will love, that people will seek as I seek. I am manipulated by others with my desire to serve, to love, to be righteous and do the right thing. 

What is the primordial soup that I have been resisting? The building blocks of spiritual awakening that will have us become closer to the truth of existence. The love that had been poured into humanity was tainted with the existence of selfishness, the existence of anger, the existence of hate, and the existence of too much egocentric pride. I am manipulated by the pressure to fit with others, the antidote to living life with a promise, we're getting smothered. 

What is the primordial soup that takes us back to the beginning of time? When all that existed was just the love of the creation in mind. There was no crime in seeking the pleasure of existence, the only crime was the desire to know, "What is the point?". Legend or folklore is not categorized when dissecting our beginnings of dying or living when it mimics the allegorized.  
 
What is this crime I allude to in the previous paragraph? I struggle to expand for those who do not know. It is the story of the garden, where the Creator of all things gave freedom to live in paradise. The garden was built with the most euphoric and incredible bliss, induced without guilt was all that was missed. Love was not something to be obtained, it was how we were made. The forbidden fruit of the Tree of Knowledge was the catalyst of the separation of love from fear of not knowing love.

Fear entered the conciseness of the first mother and father. They wanted to hide from the shame they were feeling, not even fig leaves sewn together could hide their guilt from the divine creator of life. They were told NO, or so it goes, but the temptation was too great. Was the serpent on the tree or in the heart or in the mind, can't you see? Most of us can’t agree, it seems to run contrary to what we believe. Deep in the soul should be the answers to the role that the story of the Garden plays in the spiritual understanding of life and of death.

I’ve learned so much from the primordial soup I was once resisting, I started finding the truth that I was seeking.  The truth comes from inside my mind when I give my heart just a little time. The scattered thoughts from the soup’s beginnings took me on a journey to our roots of sinning.
 
I refuse to stay stuck in the mud of love that I was feeling, choosing instead to stay the course on the action of love that was revealing. Jesus said, “Who will come on this journey with me?”. It wasn’t going to be easy, but just wait and see! Love was the promise for all humanity, from the beginning of that tree of insanity! 

By a vessel, 
William John

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