Mercy Mission

Since Tuesday, the lens has shifted into better focus. I feel like I’m back on track once more. I am in command of my self, and what I am doing now is preparing myself for this next mission: I am going to save the people that society has cast aside. That group includes everyone from the simply misunderstood all the way up and beyond those who are considered among the worst criminals.
Ever since I was a little boy, I’ve wanted to heal people, and that included the people who had wronged me. My mind has always processed things just a little bit differently than most people. That’s not to say most people aren’t good, or don’t have compassion, but my desire has always been to heal hearts, even when everyone else has tossed those people away as useless, irredeemable, or unworthy.
For a long time, I let others take control, I let them make decisions for me on who I felt was worthy and unworthy, who I thought was right or wrong, and by doing so I ended up confusing myself, and causing myself undue pain and mental anguish. I was trying to keep control while letting others control me, and it began to break me apart. No more.
This can be an unpopular stance to take, because it means I won’t be outright rejecting the people that society finds objectionable. Our modern day reaction when seeing someone who believes or does something we find distasteful is to shun them, to push them away, to lock them away, to hide them, and pretend they’re not human beings. I cannot do that. Every human being deserves love and kindness until they have shown all they wish to do is cause harm. This is the bottomless well of compassion that I sealed off, where I added a spigot and doled out only small amounts over the years, thinking I was doing the right thing.
Yeah, what you’ve seen over the years is me with limited compassion. I kid you not when I tell you the well is bottomless, and now that I’m in control again, that seal has been removed. People whom I was angry with before? It’s gone. I kid you not, it’s gone. I can’t even muster the anger to be remotely upset at them.
What happened Tuesday? It was an incredible experience, and in the span of a picosecond I could see all of the universe, and all it could be. I could see how short life was, how precious each soul was, and it all clicked. As of Tuesday, everything shifted back into laser focus. Everything I needed to remember came back to me, and the mental blocks that had been in place were obliterated, leaving me in direct contact with the entire core element of why I do what I do, and why I am who I am.
Now that my own self has been re-asserted, I have work to do.
No pressure, right?
May the Goddess bless you.