48. The Right Hand Is Mercy

Let me show you what the right hand is. 

I extend my right hand out.

And from the palm of my right hand.

All that I am.. Reaches out unto the world. 

To bring about the genesis of something greater.

Something beautiful.

So beautiful. 

So human. 

All that I am.

What is it?

Mercy. 

…

This is the mercy that I dreamt of.

You see… I have many dreams as I have stated, mostly bad. 

But there is a third type of dream I have. 

The rarest kind of them all. 

In these dreams.. I would see someone I care about deeply in real life. They would appear before me as if they were directly in front of me. 

And for whatever reason.. This intense emotional warm yet sad feeling would engulf me. 

I just had to tell them.. I would apologize for anything I have ever done wrong to them, no matter how minor.. 

I would tell them sorry with all my heart and soul. 

Sometimes I would start tearing up in the dream…. And in real life as I slept. 

I then would tell them how much I cared about them, and if they could please forgive me?

They would raise their right hand towards me, and reassure me.. That they forgave me and that everything was okay. 

Then I would feel a sweet release, a soul affirming closure the likes of which I have never felt before…

A weight lifted from my heart, and my spirit rejuvenated. 

Were they just a dream? Were they the spirits of those that passed? Maybe they were angels? Regardless..

I asked for forgiveness.

I asked for Mercy. 

And they granted that wish. 

That is when I learned.

To be like them… To show others Mercy in real life.

So that you can be shown mercy in return. 

For the right hand is Mercy. 

…

Do you want to know how to be loved? 

Become the person you want the other to be. 

Show them the tender loving care that lays deep within your heart

Let them feel the passion that emanates from the very core of your being. 

You hold them tight and never let go. 

When your lips touch, your souls also touch.. To become one with one another and be more.

Rip off their clothes and offer yourself to them! Showing them the burning passion of lust, and what it means to scream out your name in pleasure. 

To give them your right hand and walk together on the beach, among the waves and sand.. Looking into each others eyes and knowing true love.

Then you declare to her..

The right hand is love. 

…

I have always felt it deep in my heart.

A deep love for people, and my deepest desire to see them happy and healthy. 

While humanity has been hell bent on destroying and hating itself. 

I still loved it. 

I see my family and friends as my peers.

Fellow cosmic children in the love and light of the universe.

All of us deserving of love and care. 

To be told we matter.

To be told we are special to someone. 

And most of all.. When we are down.

For someone to extend their right hand to us… And help LIFT US UP from the abyss, to show us empathy.

I have always felt that deep in my heart.

The right hand is compassion.

…

I have spoken to God.

He has shown me what I was meant to be.

From that infinite and divine light.

I saw what my destiny.

That I was to be REawakened.

To reach my apex… My final form.

I was given that goal.

A treasure beyond all treasure’s

Who I should be.

Who I could be.

Who I want to be.

Who I NEED to be. 

Was right in front of me.

I just have to put in the work.

Just as I currently am.

I must be worthy. 

To reach my full potential.

When I laid eyes on this perfect being who looked liked me.

He extended his right hand out to me..

Only then did I fully understand what God meant to show me. 

From the right hand of our Lord, I learned..

The right hand is Salvation. 

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I was weak. 

So weak. 

And so I covered myself in a thick shell of darkness, so I wouldn’t have to feel weak anymore.

So I wouldn’t have to feel anything ever again. 

But I couldn’t deny my true nature.

I wanted to feel.

I wanted to feel it all.

I WANT TO FEEL EVERYTHING. 

That’s what makes life worth living. 

I had locked myself away long enough.

It was time to emerge. 

It is the right hand, that peels away the shell of hatred and despair. 

And shows you the light and the love within. 

For my soul was that glistening yolk within the shell.

Finally free from its prison. 

That prison of my own creation, that this world pushed me to create. 

It was like a new life growing, that child of light within me.. Never leaving me, and growing stronger every day. 

I open my right hand to you.. To show you what has been birthed.

It is Mercy.

My Mercy.

It is the compassion and empathy you bestow upon others. 

To show them those emotions, when they may not even deserve it. 

Especially when they don’t deserve it. 

I was a sad damaged mind, living off of crumbs on the floor.. Maybe thats what I deserved. 

In my weakness I thought… Maybe I deserved to suffer. 

I deserved to die. 

But I did not die.. I adapted.

Then I finally realized…

It is the right hand that heals your broken mind.

The hand that lifts you up from the ground.

Forgives’s you for your sins. 

And sits you down at the table of the infinites, so that you may feast until your heart’s content. 

That is Mercy.

It is a part of us taken form, a form

where peace is its base and love its fuel.

And I am its envoy.

I am its Avatar. 

The light that is the counterpart of the darkness.

The great equalizer.

You cannot have one without the other. 

For they are what balances us, and holds us true to ourselves. 

Just as I have said before…

The Left Hand Of Darkness reaches out.

And The Right Hand Of Mercy grabs hold. 

Let me show you…

WHAT BOTH HANDS UNITED ARE.