You are Divine

“You are divine,” I say to you.

“No!” you say with great shock and confusion. “Divinity is always far away and in the clouds. Out of reach and external. There is no other way.”

“You are divine,” I say.

“You are a fool! I was born incomplete and dirty. I was covered in blood and wailing, just like what you’d expect a demon awaiting ones’ sinister fate at the very gates of hell. Institution after institution, dogma after dogma has preached what a sinful and pathetic creature I innately am. Who am I to question that?”

My gaze softens and my head tilts.

“You can question anything your divine spirit wants to. You can explore and create, analyse and deconstruct anything. Yet you will always come to the same conclusion; you are divine.”

“Where’s your proof?” You scoff.

“You are my proof.” I explain.

Your gaze has now softened, eyes a little teary.

“Well, if I were to accept this outlandish theory, what would be the purpose behind me not knowing my divinity in the first place?” You regain your ignorant confidence and puff your chest out a little more.

“It is easy for those in power to stay in power when you have willingly given your power away. We begin as gentle children, knowing ourselves to be powerful and divine beings yet losing that knowledge overtime through dreadful conditioning. We become sheep instead of a Patronus of our choosing and slaves instead of the free beings we already are. You are controllable when you lose all sense of self-awareness.”

“Oh,” you murmur, shoulders slumped. “I see.’

“I’m glad you do.”

“How do I regain my divinity?” You ask.

“You have never lost it! You just need to release this limiting belief by keeping all that is in your life, including you, up to the divine standards and showing endless love to all, like the divine being you are.” I answer.

“Hmm.” Your gaze lifts from the floor to mine.

“You are divine.”

“I am divine.”