Death of a Chrysalis….

Healing is an event, one that is essential and quite natural, An ugly, intense process of non-physical metamorphosis, a kind of reincarnation ritual.

Lifetime of trauma and injuries, some leave scars, some end up creating their own forgeries, To a point we can barely recognize ourselves, reduced to a defensive, cynical, unregulated, anxious blob of matter, defying truth of singular consciousness, calling reality a hoax, filed under a compilation of conspiracy theories.

Half a decade of end-stage healing, a catharsis, Rewiring of the mind, restoring of the body to its original stasis, Reading books of how it feels, when your mind and body heals, Consuming literature and poetry, of the ever trending topic of healing chemistry, But no one writes about what comes after,

Is it because misery sells copies and no one needs advice on how to process joy and laughter?

Yes, a support system and nurturing of a post-metamorphosis soul is a need, Who you become is then solidified, a new trauma-free mind and body so modified, It’s like an infant that needs proper care and direction, but providing that doesn’t benefit the society’s greed.

So no books, no literature on it is published or documented, No research is done, no study on it is ever funded, Though science of a healed soul is substantially beneficial for the greater good of humanity, It’s presence in the end-game threatens the perpetuation of the profitable business of economic depravity.

Can we at least try to be original, break that pattern and propogate a healthy new experience, Can we normalize life’s most intimidating phase and talk about what follows the death of a Chrysalis….