A Poem—Essence
By Louise Morgan, 13 yrs. old
From where I lie here in a crisp, crunchy pile of unraked leaves,
old-smelling and brown, yet intoxicatingly sweet,
I see a sky so blue that I feel somehow rich and deep inside.
I was reminded yesterday of something my Dad observed about children. He usually made this particular remark when he noticed that a child warmed up to someone quite easily, or if they instinctively pulled away.
Over Memorial Day weekend, I was hosting a family on our 22 acres of woods and fields on our Tentrr.com site consisting of a platform tent, fire pit, picnic table, deck and Adirondack chairs, pretty sweet. (Come see me there sometime!) And, I drove a trail wagon onto Lucky Hill tent site to visit the family and offer a ride to the two boys, the perfect ages of 7 and 4.
They eagerly came aboard, and when the ride was over the youngest wouldn’t budge. He wanted to stay with me, with the trail wagon, with the butterflies and the tall grass, and the expansive views…who knows exactly what, it was just all a Springtime blur of beauty and love. And, I thought about what my Dad always said:
“You can’t fool kids.”
Ezra knew that he was safe with me. Of course his parents were not even out of sight. But, there was no doubt. He made his own judgement about who I was, and what I was about. I believe he detected my essence.
We know there is a lot of fooling going on these days. There is so much Tom Foolery going on every which way, your head could spin. My latest foray into Tom Foolery has come via Dr. Tess Lawrie, whom I love. She recommended a book, “Exit from the Cave,” by Howdie Mickoski. The title refers to exiting Plato’s cave specifically. I am listening to his reading of the book on YouTube.
Howdie posits that we humans are all being “fooled” by the creator, the Demiurge of our simulated world. The premise being that our souls are being harvested by alien beings for our loosh—our human emotions, especially the prickly and intense ones, fear, anger, jealousy, greed. You know, the ones we don’t know what the hell to do with? Worry no more! They are going to “good” use. Feeding aliens!
Honestly, what the heck does one do with this information? Well, of course—process it. We have been building our antennae capabilities, honing our critical thinking skills, tuning into our intuition, and overcoming enormous amounts of fear and loathing for the fact that we MUST face this evil. Some, the early “conspiracy theorists” have been doing this over the last 10 or so years, some of us just since the pandemic.
If there is anything normal nowadays, it is the fact that it has become our normal, everyday job to allow everything, I mean EVERYTHING into and through our system, to “test” it for veracity. This runs the gamut from whether the moon is hollow to the likelihood of a depopulation agenda being carried out by our own government in collusion with corporations, oligarchs, globalists—what I have come to call the controllers.
And so, my friends, as a prerequisite for this, I invite you on a mission. Think back to when you were a kid. Think about what you thought and felt about the world, and especially about yourself.
The poem above, Essence, written by my prepubescent self, demonstrates an inkling, so strong that the words came out as poetry—as truth often does. For me, this is my origin story. This is when I knew who I was. I heard my soul talking, my essence.
I was just a kid, nonetheless…
“You can’t fool kids.”
It’s not a great poem. It’s sweet. However, it is also significant, because it was a message to myself. “You are more than what the senses can tell you, through sight, smell, taste, hearing, and touching. You are rich and deep INSIDE. And the sky so blue—“heaven” —is telling you this!”
I hope you, dear reader, will share your “soul knowing stories” here.
In the end, and even in the beginning, we must know who we are. Our very lives, and our “good deaths,” depend on it.
By this I mean that our lives, even if they are in a simulation, which I cannot yet confirm, nor do I yet believe, must have meaning and purpose in order for us to have any semblance of happiness and well being.
And our deaths, if we have been able to grow and transform, and in a biblical sense come to our last breath in “divine union,” then we have ascended and are no longer souls trapped in a recycling through reincarnation scenario. We have truly left the matrix for good. This according to Howdie, if I am correct about his theory.
Watch children, most children, most of the time…they LOVE this life, their body, and what it can do—dance, climb, skip, run. They love every critter that flies, swims, and hops. They get it that life IS worth living. It IS fun, and interesting, and full of learning and loving.
“You can’t fool kids!”
My Dad, had a lot of commentary about life. For his generation, and from the rural town where he grew up, it was uncommon. But because he was a was a self-taught naturalist, he would say things like, “I love nature because it is real. When you walk up to an Oak tree, you know it is an Oak tree. It is not something else.”
Is this so? Even in a simulation?
The idea that some things are real and some things are not is a valid question for our time, and will become more so as AI is more ubiquitous. How do you know what is real?
Is there such a thing as an “Essence Detector?”
Today, after the daily session with my NIA dance instructor and the class of mostly older women, I posed the question, “What do you consider the relationship between your body and your soul, especially when you dance?”
Phyllis jumped right in. “I came into this world as a soul. My body grew up around my soul. When I dance, I can be my essence, my true self.”
Erin said, “It’s a magical recipe. You measure, and add the steps, and the music, and the moves and it is a synthesizing cohesion with the soul.”
She says that when she dances NIA she will receive a “download.” and explains, “I am the funnel! I take the message in and root it, through my feet. It’s my essence in orchestration.”
Oh the alchemy!
It’s for real, isn’t it? The essence.
Be a kid. Don’t be fooled.
I recently learned that my daughter is teaching my granddaughter that God isn’t real. At first I was shocked and even a little offended, given that I’ve devoted my life to spiritual pursuits. But after reflecting on it, I thought “you can’t fool kids.” Now I simply trust that my granddaughters will find their essence in their own way, regardless of what their mother says, just as I did and my daughter did. Until then I’ll dance my essence in their presence every day, just like you, beckoning the children to come along on wagon rides. Thank you for this insightful article!!
What you say is exactly true. I've noticed in the (rare) times that I have the opportunity to interact with children, that if I do so in a way that allows them the freedom of whether to like me or not, they'll be much more inclined to want to interact/hold a conversation. Adults "trying" to be liked by small children is cringey.