What does Darkness Mean?

I talk a lot about the Dark. But maybe you are wondering, “What does she mean? I look around and everything seems fine, normal, day-to-day…” And that is exactly my point. All the bad things are happening right before your eyes, but they are happening in the Dark. Meaning, you can’t see it. Unless, you are one of the night walkers, as I call them, or, like me, have become a Light adjusted to the Darkness. Most times, I can’t see either. And that’s the point.

They (night walkers) blend in seamlessly, aside from pointing fingers and malicious winks… ‘A worthless person, a wicked man, is the one who walks with a perverse mouth, who winks maliciously with his eye, signals with his feet and motions with his fingers, who plots evil with deceit in his heart– he always stirs up conflict.’

If you still believe we are an entirely free nation whose biggest threat is ISIS, then this entry is not for you, my dear reader. This Light would be blinding to your eyes and only cause anger or further blindness. Plato says that we may be blinded in two ways; “That soul of man has come out of the brighter life, and is unable to see because unaccustomed to the dark, or having turned from darkness to the day is dazzled by excess of light.”

I don’t want to dazzle or frighten you, dear reader, I just want to open your eyes. ‘Open their eyes and turn them from darkness to light, and from the power of Satan to God, so that they may receive forgiveness of sins and a place among those who are sanctified by faith in me.’

We are living in very Dark times, indeed. As someone whose soul is awakened and looking for life, there is nary none to be found. When plainclothes officers are posing as the homeless to keep citizens afraid of leaving their lot in life or worse, to make sure do-gooders like me are not actually reaching the poor. We are in the Dark. When there are dog spas, hotels and birthday parties while poverty is worsening by the day and no one bats an eye at this atrocity. We are in the Dark.

God promised us in the story of Noah’s Ark, with the symbol of the rainbow, that he would never destroy mankind again. That is not to say he would not punish where punishment is due.  Does it not seem we are being punished, as a whole, as a fallen nation? And to those who believe a loving God would not punish, only Love, I say I believe discipline to be the highest form of Love.

‘My son, do not make light of the Lord’s discipline, or lose heart when He rebukes you. For the Lord disciplines those he loves, and he punishes each one he accepts as his child. Endure suffering as discipline; God is treating you as sons. For what son is not disciplined by his father?’

How are we to learn, as children of God, the error of our ways? How are we to be cleansed of our sins? How are we to take in the glory of the mountaintop without having known the darkness of the valley? Helen Keller once said of her perceived prison, “Only by contact with evil could I have learned to feel by contrast the beauty of truth and love and goodness.”

Perhaps, that is to be my role. A stark contrast to this all-encompassing Darkness. I am the self-proclaimed, Tiny Star in the Dark. They will try and tear me down publicly, as they already have done so privately. They may call me insane, unstable, Bible-beater, who knows what else, my mind does not think in Dark terms. If they claimed Michael to be a pedophile, I imagine they will invent something equally Dark for myself. And I will persevere for, ‘Blessed are you when people falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me.’

A poem I wrote to myself, I suppose, over five years ago…


Past our everyday atmosphere lives a star, not unlike you or me. And just as we search for a place on this earth, so she searches the galaxy.

Tiny Star, keep dreaming of why and what you are. Tiny Star, you’re still gleaming even when you feel too small…

To be seen. Next to a supernova, Tiny Star feels a speck. And those asteroids charging towards her, Tiny Star, she gives ’em heck.

But, oh, she wants to go home. She wants to belong. No longer alone.

Tiny Star, keep dreaming of why and what you are. Tiny Star, you’re still gleaming even when you feel too small…

To matter. But, darling, you’re not matter. You are pure Light. Remember this, my Love, as you go out and face the Night.

Tiny Star, keep dreaming

Of why and what you are!

Oh, Tiny Star, you’re still gleaming

Even when you feel too small.


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