Of Will and Predestiny.

Fate is a paradox

When I was a child
I would have deja vu on what seemed to be a daily basis
As I’ve grown older, that feeling has not dissipated completely
But it is a fractured one

In these moments of attentional capture
Where I am reminded of a scene or scent or sound
I would reckon with a certain revelation

”I’ve dreamt this before, haven’t I?”

And more often than not
My inquisition would prove true
I have long since begun recounting my dreams
And I have long since borne witness to them alive before me

There has been a point in time
If not one, then several
Where you or I have seen a dream come to pass
Before our very eyes
A moment where, though we might not understand it then
We are touched by fate

Know it, for it knows you already

The Veil slips, if but for a second
And we are drip-fed a sliver of predestiny
You first witness the action, one you have not yet done
Then it is stolen by memory
Only to be retrieved when it is completed
A modest prophecy, all your own
Its purpose is impossible to tell in the wake of the revelation
But time congeals the mind and spirit
And teaches you slowly

Dreams can be instructional
Dreams can be warnings
Dreams can seem meaningless
And dreams can be prophecy
But fate and the dreams therein cannot be put simply

Fate is a paradox

And the dissonance that makes it so is the human will
Yes, you are self-determining in a world of predestiny
Because fate has accounted for not only all you will do
But all you can do as well
Such is the nature of omneity
To be granted the grace of choice
With a guiding hand alongside
It is a gift, in truth
It is a paradox found to be true
Fate is ever watching
Pre-calculating the avenues of our predestiny
Shortening the road into forks we decide upon

Her fate and our will exist in tandem
Our choices in this world are integral to the cogs of destiny
Be not confused
We do not make them move, fate moves alone
Our will merely gives those movements a direction to seek
Which, in the end, defines that very fate

This is certainty
This is divinity whispering comfort
An all-seeing Eye from above
The kind that raineth down at dawn
And will use Her mirror to reflect upon us at dusk
Never without Light
Beckoning us forth through deluge, drought, and whatever lies between

Remember
You are not shackled to fate
Fate is shackled to you
But you are both shackled to Her








I know where I’ll end up
For all is certain

Can you say the same?





-Null