Blade In Velvet

We live in a mainstream society rife with smithereen geniuses, hyper-obsessed with shades of overt and subconscious control and power to the point where most conflate the healthy desire for autonomy, non-possession, and freedom within relationships with non-commitment, a lack of fidelity, and an absence of devotion, when this is the very reason most unintentionally contort their souls in a slow, quiet, barely detectable cadence, until they wither to a point where they do not recognise themselves, before abruptly seeking external mirrors in people, places, objects, and art they create, in an attempt to reacquaint themselves with who they are.

Thus, the very secret of a sustainable, yet intensely edifying, lifelong connection is not one of artificial appeasement, for it is simply a mutually corroding curation of lies in the name of “love”, when reverent agape, higher octave spiritual love, is synonymous with truth. Underexamined wilful surrender and the conceding of distorted reflections conjured to sustain that which was never there to begin with deprive both of the opportunity to realise resonance with their true respective counterpart.

Organic resonance does not require fabrication because it just is. It champions the unabashed becoming of both, adding a layer of inherent soothing ease due to the natural affinity, where synergy and attuned consideration strive to see that conscious aligned change triumphs over blind soul-bending contortion because there is a desire for one another to not only embody self-honouring but also to realise their respective rhythms and knowing. For only through continuous relentless growth and tender scrutinising conversations with another soul who gets it, who can meet us where we are, are we able to see ourselves more clearly and come close to achieving this. For even with the most prodigious levels of self-awareness and a high truth preference, we will always have blind spots, because the mind has a taste for weaving assuaging narratives. Thus, having someone of such calibre to contend with is incredibly special because it means that the soul can more readily remain in its aligned dignity, preventing the very tragedy many often co-author, yet are unable to take full accountability for, due to their complicity.

Such a connection also has the unique ability to enrich the layered meaning of trust beyond honesty and integrity because true comprehension is present, thus such trust can be relied upon in its functional substance, enabling it to deepen into something that embodies steadfast reliability and consistency - where, regardless of what has been discovered, there is the unspoken oath-like understanding to not only protect what has been revealed, but to stay through it all, allowing momentary rupture to cede sovereignty to ongoing coherence, uniting both as true collaborators in their shared pursuit.

For soul-altering love is not illusory, it reveals the dishevelled, ugly, and grotesque, yet equally provides the breathing room for such a kaleidoscope of polarities and paradoxes to exist, to be held with loving hands, so that what is generated from it is deeply human, deeply beautiful, and deeply real. For romance, in its truest sense, is the destruction of mirages and the transmutation of the soul towards its truth, because romantics understand that pain is raw material awaiting its utility, for it has the power to both birth and fuel beauty that haunts the psyche into realising a life that feels worth it, that feels true.

And it is extremely rare, it is meant to be, especially for outliers with vast inner oceans who attract puddles, ponds, streams, rivers, lakes, and lagoons that believe themselves to be unfathomably satiated by their ultimate inevitable soulmate, while the oceans themselves remain largely unseen. To be met not only in consciousness, velocity, substantiality, spiritual fluency, internal reserves, and cognitive parity is a gift, a miracle, because the uncomfortable truth is that there is an innate capacity threshold, regardless of effort, regardless of will. It is this way for a reason, for sacred union, hieros gamos, is spiritually violent - true resonance is not some fairy tale told to those who performatively chant virtue yet habitually seek soul-pacifying comfort, it is the blade in velvet that both caresses and exposes the most necrotic, gangrenous, and heinous of wounds, that which is most abhorrently confronting, rife with visceral fear and convulsing discomfort, enough to knock the wind out of our very being, because all that has been tucked away, coagulating in the quiet corners of the psyche, is exhumed and felt, with fingers massaging through the oozing septic rot, churning that which is congealed and clotted into a smooth supple spin. That is why spiritual love requires courage, for with ultimate bravery comes the possibility of ultimate acceptance.