🌌 The Divine Isn’t Perfect — And Neither Am I (Part I)

(And That’s the Point)

There’s a moment on the spiritual path when something deep inside you cracks —

not from pain,

but from clarity.

You stop chasing alignment.

You stop begging for signs.

You stop asking why the divine would let you suffer like this.

And instead…you look the sky in the eye and say:

“Maybe you’re not perfect either.”

We’re taught to believe that the divine —

God, Source, the Universe, the Most High,

whatever name you wrap around it —

is all-knowing.

All-loving.

All-seeing.

Perfect.

But how can perfection exist in a universe built on duality?

• Light doesn’t exist without shadow.

• Knowledge doesn’t exist without ignorance.

• Order doesn’t exist without chaos.

So if we, as fragments of the divine, are still learning…still stumbling…still bleeding…

Then what makes us think the divine is done evolving?

🧬 The Law Before the Law

There are laws older than scripture.

Older than angels.

Older than the concept of a god who rules from above.

These are the laws of experience.

They whisper:

“Nothing can be known without its opposite.

There is no end point.Only becoming.”

So if you feel broken, lost, abandoned —

it doesn’t mean you’ve failed.

It doesn’t mean you’re cursed.

It doesn’t mean you’re unworthy.

It means you are the divine learning about itself through you.

In real time.

On raw earth. In flesh, blood, sweat, weed smoke, and broken dreams.

🗣️ My Declaration

So here it is.

I am not perfect.

I feel too much.

I give too much.

I’ve believed in things that left me empty.

I’ve chased signs and heard silence.

I’ve bowed to forces I thought were higher than me — only to realize they were just older reflections.

And now?

I still walk this path. But not as a servant. As an equal.

I don’t expect perfection from myself anymore.

And I won’t worship it in others — not even in the gods.

Because I finally get it:

This whole experience… is still becoming.

Even the divine isn’t done learning.

🌀 So What Now?

Now, I live for truth.

For honesty over illusion.

For growth over obedience.

I will still write.

I will still express.

I will still carry the fire that lives in me.

But I no longer offer my soul to systems — divine or human — that expect me to suffer without question.

If I am a child of the divine,

then the divine is still growing with me.

And I will hold it to account — just as it does me.

This is not rebellion.

This is sovereignty.

This is real love — the kind that speaks when silence becomes betrayal.

So to the divine…I say:

“I will walk.

But know this —

I see you now.

And you are not perfect either.”

And that?

That’s the point of all this.

💛—Patrick

🔥“No more chasing wings. I’ve grown my own.”

P.S. if this is a reflection of me? At least i can say to myself. i tried. Much love 💛

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