Phase Six

The one...

Being the one is a natural part of finding meaning in an alienating society, serving as a natural method of gaining independence and owning one's own actions as free will. It is a natural rebellion against the rigidity of the masses that seem to have already written your destiny in stone. Being the one comes with a toll, existing as a double edged sword. On the one hand, you as the individual have inherited a sense of importance, but on the other hand there comes a sense of overwhelming pressure to know where to go with this newfound freedom and wisdom of self. People feeling that they are the one often walk about their worlds as if they are the center of their universe. This solipsistic view of the world is not inherently bad, given the fact that we are only ever aware of the world from this first person perspective, however, being the one becomes a problem when the outside world loses its importance, and when you become jaded to the people around you. People often seek freedom from conventions, as escape artists testing their world for what it's worth, pushing the limits of societal creativity. If not careful, the power of the one can yield to chaos without focus, but the phenomenon of self must be explored if growth is to occur. 

It may take time to wield the power of the one, but those willing to take the journey through the pressures of life's mysteries begin to grow humbly, as they submit to a power unknown to them. They give up their will to control, to exploit, and to possess. They begin to let things unfold naturally like a dream, innocent in its formulation. They begin to accept or "play the role of their identity", a narrative of memories they have been given regardless of choice. They begin to understand that being the one does not entail forcing magic to happen, but that it requires of us an observation and appreciation for that which spontaneously arises regardless of our intentions.  This life, like a dance between free will and fate, is a flame that dances to its death by the kiss of the ocean. Left behind is a solidified tomb of the journey encapsulated in bliss, forever, in the belly of the metaphor.