Truth Revealed

How did this happen? 
How could you be?
My inability to clearly grasp your constant intrusion finally got the best of me,
So I had to ask THEM.
Speaking powerful truths from a transcendent plane, so incredibly divine….
And me, not quite comprehending the enormity of what they were about to say, but intuitively knowing the simplicity of what I was about to hear. 
Baffled, yet not surprised…. THEY told me through her, we were sisters, just simple girls living on a farm.

You detest me.
Somehow, unbeknownst to me, I hurt you.
Apparently, your life was a truly sad tragedy, for which I am paying now through your officious invasion into my life.
THEY said this is your retribution and my karmic result.

Why would I hurt you? 
Why?
THEY did not say why, just how. 
Are you curious?
I don’t understand.

Today I treasure all life, even your woeful existence.
After all you have put me through,
I should despise you, and curse the day you were born,
But, that day eludes me and truthfully I really do not care.

She told me to worship the ground you walk on,
To be thankful it is you, not me, living like the sad bird in a cage, unable to escape your Ipos, your Prince of Darkness.
I am grateful, but my appreciation is not yours to have.
It lies within me, in my brave soul, unyielding to any more harm.

I am sorry I hurt you in that life long ago. 
And I understand your grieving as I have grieved myself, recently.
Still, I am not finished.  It is a process that only one’s spirit will know when it is over.
An honorably slow progression, this grieving, that may transpire into lifetimes to come, as it has for you.
I pray it will not for myself. 

So please know this my sister:  I have not hurt you in this lifetime nor will you be hurt by my transgressions ever again. 
In fact, lovingly and morally I have had your back, but Kool-Aid drinking has blinded you from seeing the flagrant truth that may save your objectionable life.

I am done now, and wish for you to leave me alone.
Do not come back to me again, ever….
Not through friend, foe, or lover.
Ah ha!  Unless we can come to terms with our truth, our sisterly love.
Only then will I allow you back in to my authentic life.

So now, it is your turn to boldly ask THEM why,
And courageously reveal your truth. 
Or will your cowardliness keep you a hostage of your own fleeting demise, unable to move on to that perfect union with self.
Continuing to seek disdainful retribution even in your next life.
I pray not for your sake.