A re-routed destiny

 

The cataclysms of yesterday are the ghosts of today. Every little trauma (or big disaster) leaves a dent in the cosmic fabric, aligned to the frequencies of those who made the dent in question – most often completely unaware of what they’re doing.

Trans-generational vendettas are an example of how no longer sensed traumas can become mere intellectual agendas. Which in turn fuel new real traumas and ghosts.

The greatest human folly is to not be aware of A) history in itself, and B) its cyclical nature.

If we toy with the idea that we have been in exactly the same situation before and could actually change the previous outcome if we wanted, would we want to? And what would we change it into, given that the dents often run deep in the soul?

Some, if not most, people prefer a familiar trauma repeated in absurdum to a carte blanche situation which would mean assuming responsibility for a re-routed destiny.

There is an infinite number of things to do differently. All the time.