Defacing the Devil | Skot Wers
I remember looking at you
Laughing
As we showered
Each other with leaves
In the breeze
In the park
By the river
I saw you
In the most angelic Light
We were in
The Place With No Time
And the joy in your heart
Was so perfectly clear
You were totally Free
In that timeless moment
I was taken aback
By the beauty of it all;
Your beauty
It was a clear vision
Of who you are
When you’re totally open
And present
No past
No future
Only in Love and at Peace
I can see and feel
Who you are
When we’re sharing
I can see and feel
The beautiful, warm
Radiant Light you are
I can see and feel
The Truth of who you are
In the timeless moment of Love
You trust
And in that trust you bloom
Become your own Savior
Release the devil of the past
And see yourself as the Gift
An expression of God
Free to share and enjoy
The archetype of the world:
The Mother or Father
Female or male
Reception or expression
A contradiction
Perfectly unbalanced
Making space
For a devil to thrive
But it’s not Here
It’s there
Opposed
The Gift offered
Was not asked for
Not wanted
The Savior begged for
Crucified for trying
When the Heart and Soul arose
To replace the Son of Man
They were known to be symbols
The Surrogate Soul
That was the only one
Different from the world
And the promise
Of what’s yet to come
The dispirited broken Heart
That seemed to be
A reflection of the past
That needed to be liberated
Roles that would be
Accepted by both
The replacement archetype
That served as the end points
To the Body of Christ
When it came time to release
The replacement archetype
The Heart was replaced by another
The personification of Nature
The deceiver of Spirits
The Heart of Darkness
That would have to be beheaded
In order to free the Spirit
The Surrogate Soul
Turned into Father Time
Refusing to share
Offering only scraps as steps
As he faded into the story
And would have to be behearted
For Heart to become Unbroken
The original Heart
Then became out of place
She still saw herself
As the Heart
But she’s not the heart
Of the past
If she’s not the heart
Of the past
And not the heart
Of the future
Then who could she be?
The world’s her story now
A reflection
Of what could have been
Attached to the symbol of a devil
Who’s the archetype
Of all of victimhood
And all of predation combined
It doesn’t belong to me
Her world
And I’ve become the only one
That’s different from it
And the promise
Of what’s yet to come
The symbol of her Soul
Who chose to remain her Lover
And to escort her Home
As the Son of Man was expelled
The demons that the members
Represented were exposed
And a devil was revealed
That was the coalescence
Of all of them
It continued on its own
In otherness
With the Son of Man expelled
And the devil relegated
To otherness
It was expelled as well
As Truth descends upon you
The world goes on without you
On to who you could’ve been
And what could’ve become of you
And what had always been
More of the same of you
Becomes more of the same
Of not you
The Sword’s utilized
To protect your Self
From those that reflect
Guilt in the world
And to assert your will
To be Love in Spirit
In the world
It reflects out as words
In Spirit
It reflects in as Will
Unified
It’s the assertion of Freedom
There is no past
There is no future
There is no Body to be healed
Only the Mind to Be Free
Feeling I’m vibration
Seeing I’m Light
Hearing Blessed Silence
Being Free
The devil’s dead
The world has no foundation
In the end
Feel and Touch
Word and Wisdom
Sight and Insight
Merge into Knowledge
The presence of the Son of Man
Is temptation
Confessing to it or trying
To please it keeps it alive
It happens because you’re
Surrendering your power to it
To them
To others
To otherness
The expectation that the Savior
Should do all of the work
And not feel any effects
Please forgive me
All I once knew
If we get too close
I’ll reflect you
Not to be like you
But to rid my Self of you
As you want a victim
To save yourself from you
“What do I want?”
Can only be hard
If I want the past
To be something new
If one’s waiting to die
To be at Peace
They’re going to be waiting
Peace arises in sharing
New voices appeared
One female
One male
She’s support
He’s encouragement
They seem trustworthy
They seem nice
They always agree
They readily lead
They’re trying to sell the sky
It’s the temptation
Of wishful thinking
The same old tired lies
Fulfilled the Promise
When the world reaches to me
It wants that I rejoin with it
To take all of its pain
To accept being its prey
It’s not here for me
I want none of it
“Backwards through Revelation”
Words that have traveled with me
Foreshadowing from the Stream
I said those words
To the Surrogate Soul
The day I split with him
I said those words
Right after I delivered
The message:
At the Place of Judgment
It’s tricky to resist
The temptation
Of an infinite path
The last one to stand
As the Borderland’s devil
Reached to me
And asked for my hand
Ages past his age
With frailty on display
Said that fingers are now
How he counts his days
Cancer was assumed
Where suffering was consumed
“This may be my last call
And I want that it be you”
The temptation was such
To accept all of guilt
But I know all of hell’s
In his touch
Deception
Just because
You can point at it
Doesn’t mean it’s there
The unreality of worlds sets in
It’s one thing
To step outside of your world
It’s another
To be done with all of them
A change of scenery
Is not change in Reality
The amphitheater was flanked
By theater boxes
Stacked as high and low
As I could see
Each one had an ornate
Hemisphere balcony
There were angels everywhere
They were on foot
And not in the air
They were sharp
With intense vibration
Their aura nodes
Vibrated intensely
To the side
And perpendicular to me
There was a theater box
An angel urgently walked
To the ornate hemisphere balcony
Of that theater box
Vibrating with the same intensity
As the others
He turned to me
And in a loud voice instructed,
“Let go of it!”
My attention focused
On how intense the angels were
How they shook
Intense vibration
They shook
Intense
Tense
Hypertension
Blocking Heart
From the free flow of Love
“Let go of it!”
In a loud voice
The angel instructed
“It’s in the tension
It is
They were
Will be
The ties that bind”
Detention
You’re taking things personally
Don’t judge any of it
Face to face
With the former world’s devil
He’s lying on his deathbed
I hold the Sword
I ask to set the Soul to Peace
If it were Just
“Just it is
Set the Soul to Peace”
I cut the Heart from that thing
Go in with lies
To please and appease
Or speak Truth
Where it’s not wanted
There’s nothing to say
To avoid conflict this way
That’s not choice
It’s being haunted
The devil’s death
Brings healing
As this time
It’s not being replaced;
Not getting a new face
All of the guilt
Of all of the worlds combined
Comes with any interaction
With any of them
No more devil
No more Son of Man
Love, Beauty, and Peace
All of a sudden
Merging with Love and Heaven
Becomes so much easier
Than clinging to hell
Become Heart and Spirit
Making Love as One
I could go into the world
And point out
Who the predators are
And who their prey is
But it would never end
Peel the layers
Blessed Silence
When the devil of the old world
Was lying on his deathbed
He reached out to me
I had no will to respond
So Guilt and Manipulation came
To lure me
I refused to get involved
So Arrogance and Perversion came
To bait me
I didn’t bite
He died
Trying to force himself on me
Things quieted down for a spell
But Guilt and Manipulation
Was still floating around
Searching for a way
To skirt my conviction
Her goal?
To introduce a replacement devil
“You okay?” she played
Despite being so tricky
To navigate this unholy place
I felt that a response
Was necessary:
“I’m aware you’re
Reaching out to me and why
But there’s no sane way
For me to get involved
So I won’t”
Prodding she searched;
Searched for a new devil to revel
Despite being so tricky
To navigate this unholy place
I felt that a response
Was necessary:
“That thing you want me to be
Is not who I am”
Conviction
There are no more steps
You’re just not convinced
That you’re Free
Look around you
The lesson’s the same everywhere
It’s of Liberation
A Liberation
That’s long since been yours
Know it
At the Borderlands again
There’s nothing I can do
For how can doing something
Within something
That never changes
Be doing anything at all?
Remembering the dead devil
The abuser of the Child
How it bullied, buttered
Battered and baited
While instilling fear
Of consequence
Living in abject darkness
Walking an encircling
Burning fence
Biding my time
For doing his bidding
How grateful I am
That thing is dead
When you stop believing
The world you made
Is happening to you
When you stop
Trying to understand
What must be Known
When there’s no going back
When you stop taking
Others personally
When you stop taking
The symbolic as literal
And the literal as symbolic
When no world holds
A purpose for you
When you stop
Living the difference
When you stop living static
Actual Spiritual work
Is exactly the same for everyone
Scenery is just that