An estimated 400 steamships once roamed the Missouri River
We are given the explanation that the Missouri River changed
And the boats became stuck on land
Where they were buried and forgotten
When we accept outlandish narratives
We obscure our true nature
We are meticulously shielded from the daylight of our consciousness
And thrust into the theatre of vulnerability
Where we echo the scripts
And play out the roles given to us
Amidst the backdrop of uncertainty
Radiant beams pierce the shadow realms of our fears
A bewildering maze where darkness and light dance in the shadows
When we embark on a voyage of deeper understanding
A peculiar magic is unveiled
Beyond the masks that we wear
That prove our obedience to the cult
We harbor a divine fire
The steamship Arabia was found buried beneath a cornfield by the Missouri River
It is a remnant of a destruction event
The duality of life keeps us entrained in belief systems
That keep us from knowing ourselves and the universe
The ones at the top do not want you to know yourself and your own power
The stable ground among the shifting sands of external circumstances
Is in the depths our own psyche
Amongst our wounded parts that have retreated there
When layers are stripped away
The essence of our undiluted being is found
Revealing the endurance of our character
And the elasticity of our spirit!
