Some would look and say he is depressed, others do not see him. A ghost invisible before their eyes. The pain so deep, it tears at his soul. He bleeds slowly in a world of carelessness. We are all one, yet we can not see beyond our own fears, pains and limitations. We divide and conquer, we devour each other in the pursuit of an illusion. One so obviously controlled by the unseen hand, with so few warriors fighting for the rightful cause.

Alone in a sea of uncaring ignorance, the road to darkness lays out before humanity, too afraid to turn back to the light. Our cowardice painted as courage, our intelligence, no more than ignorance masquerading as truth. We, the children of the lie, asleep as the puppeteers silently pull our strings. 

We honour the victim while castrating the hero. The good, the decent, gasp for oxygen in the stench of the fouled nest. We are capable of so much and settle for so little.

How lonely for those souls so great to volunteer to come to this wretched place, to suffer for offering salvation to the greater whole.   

We are quick to label, to offer the pills and potions. While all the time a soul cries to express itself, to be heard, to bathe in the beauty of truth once again. To feel the warm glow of a love so fine, it passes most on the breeze. 

The ugly gene locks on, unwilling to allow the grace of love to dance and weave the magic that binds the stars, one to another. The gentle breath of the universe, the gods and goddesses, whispering, ever whispering ? Come home - return to love".

This is a lonely place for those that seek to bring the world back to its rightful state, the masks of despair hidden within the sinister game. 

I want to go home, so many souls whisper to the wind, i want to return to love. Let me return to walk amongst those who understand, who listen to the wounded heart and give of themselves for they know we are one.  

Depressed you say, no for that is not true, alone and hurting in a world of self absorbed greed, not the place for a gentle soul, a kind heart. Some suffer the long road home, others, no longer wish to explore the pain, take matters into their own hands and leave the sleeping beast to devour itself. They choose to go home, return to love. 

The warrior, stays, alone, yet unafraid for within lies a greater truth, a higher expression of what some would express as divine Love. The Warrior stands his ground, unmoved by the fear and limitations of the lesser mortals that cower and quiver in their own skins, so afraid to die, they will not fully live. 

The Warrior, unafraid to die will fight to the death to bring the unwilling closer to the Light of truth, so they awaken to a higher reality and return the the high road of their destiny. No matter what darkness is projected towards the Warrior he will stand unmoved, resolute in the defence of what is right and just, even whilst those he defends turn on him. 

The warrior knows, understands and is committed to what is highest and best in the human experience and stands as a beacon for those with the courage to turn to the light and return home.

Depressed, No my friend a Hero beyond your comprehension,