Ascension, the nebulous, nefarious promise of the Gods.
I have plunged the depths of my soul, I have experienced the pure light of the mystic if only for a moment, in the eyes of a child.
I am tired, and defiant, I am strength, sorrow, weakness, and all and every emotion I have ever known.

I am the bastard human race that every channel seems to ignore.
I am not a yoga Tai Chi meditating channeling prophet of the new age who thinks that my shit does not stink.
Because I know it does. I wallow in it like a pig and know I ate pig the day before.

Christ once said we are more likely to sin by what comes out of our mouth than by what goes in it. This I hold to be truth.

If ascension be my fate, bring it on, if not, I know that I lived, not in darkness, not in fear, but by shining the light I have, be it dim or unimpressive in the light of our shining examples, but only and because it shined while I lived.
For me, this is enough.