are we prisoners of our past??

The price we pay for freedom is to receive the attacks of
the captives, and live the loneliness of always flying
higher than others.

However, after initial struggles, like a light that
lights up on time, the free ones receives the company
of those that, somehow, also want it for themselves.

I do not believe myself like a slave of my past or the past of my culture.

I like to believe that my soul exists outside of time, and in space I can use my free will with good sense.

I´m not talking about Thelema, because I don´t need to go against no egregore.

All the great human stories that speak of enlightened people have my respect.

To be free is to smile, despite being in a dark room,
in one long night, misunderstood, rejected, alone.

With the landscape and its mysteries as the true school,
only real friendship and company, even only in memories,
we will never trully be slaves or prisioners.

I´m not talking about Gnosticism, because Inner knowledge can not be labeled, and perhaps the greatest illusion of man is to think that he can pass on what he lives within himself.

Grimoires, hermetic texts, magic cards, all these
materials are only one thing: the attempt to pass
what in man and woman just happens naturally.

We are not slaves if we realize the beautiful magic within us and around us, wanting to teach the mysteries to everyone.

All the good feelings we can feel with our hearts, despite of anything: kindness, gratitude, inner peace, are gates to our minds to reach the heavens.

We will be free, even while behind bars, if our consiousness is clean.