Vulnerability as Divine

I don’t think it’s a coincidence loneliness of today’s generation coincides with a loss of vulnerability.

I’ve been performing all my life. I’m sure you’re doing the same. We act everyday, we know what to say. I will make you love and hate me.

It naturally follows that this mask digs in and our internal world only walls off more, makes everything feel oddly hostile, alienating. Pushing distance from what you dream about; in our lying fiefdoms there’s no room for that. So one settles for half substitutes and feeling emptier in each use.

Vulnerability is a proxy word for your slice of truth, and it is the standing quality which redeems it under Nature’s rule. How only the strong survive: the strong survive adhering the truth of this realm. What’s something more beautiful than a messenger distilling insight to our Nature’s divine, their experience discerned, however disarmed they may be?

We are all bound by game theory, even the top 0.01% disclosing their seismic plan shifts between their trusted entourage. So vulnerability is those disclosing their visions of truth without the ability to defend it fully, if it does leak, if the game theory crushes you, especially against the state apparatus which, if it so wished, could launch smear campaigns or gangstalking, paid assassinations for those lower on the totem pole: those who’ve not dealt with power before haven’t felt its horrors. But state threats aren’t even required: some can’t seem to share their visions with those right beside them. No one listened.

It’s funny because I used to dismiss vulnerability. But when it’s framed in this way, it clears up a lot of the darkness: all the ways I see people destroy themselves, but that’s not their truth. It’s the remains of those who could never be vulnerable, who closed off their divine connection and shivering — because in the wrong place vulnerability is a death sentence. Their real desires are masked and they settle for less than nothing: dull pain and thrills that squander.

You can still learn to be vulnerable (read: truthful) to yourself. You could gather some courage that way too. Indeed, it’s the only recourse left. If you don’t understand Nature’s truths you’ll only suffer a lot more.

The most beautiful aspect of vulnerability, to me, in its proxy to truth, is however one probes they’ll always stumble on something. Stumble to the source of their desires, what they’re truly missing, and what’s next. Pointing to a void to disappear with enough understanding.

They say sages see the world as perfect: when you begin to see each as a divine messenger, how could you not agree? Your story may hold the crystal which catalyzes thousands; and through mere retelling you’ll unlock your needed truths long forgotten.

I hope you see them.