The Love Autistic

I have a theory about autism which I'd like to share. I believe that each of us has a soul; and that all our souls choose at some point to come down to Earth -- for whatever reason. To gain personal insight, to do good for others, or just to visit. The motivation for coming down can range from trite and mundane to prolific -- but there is purpose behind everyone coming here and everyone being here.

We all matter.

Or, more correctly; we all have the potential to matter. A god-given right of passage bestowed to us by the simple fact that we exist -- that we survived birth, took our first breath, and thus gained entry into this world. A bundle of unlimited potential - where all hopes and dreams emanate from and subside.

Ideas reside in us, are fabricated by us, and eventually become tangible representations of the world we live in. Thoughts are extremely powerful -- and at this point in our evolutionary continuum; we only have words and emotions to express them.

So, we must try our best to be conscientious of the power within us.

But many are not. Many are in the dark when it comes to being in touch with the truth of who they are -- the truth of what they are capable of. Many do not rise to the occasion and live up to their potential. Most of us are unaware of what we are truly capable of, because we live in a painted world made up of false experiences. A painted fallacy of hurt, anger, lies, and betrayal -- a fallacy that creates a scab around the inner core of our being. A scab that inhibits us from being the best of who we are meant to be at all times in all circumstances.

I think Austistics know this. I think they choose to come down to Earth, bestowed with their talent, to remind us of who we are -- what we are all capable of. That celestial talent that resides in all of us should we choose to discover it. I think Austics are little warriors -- brave enough to come down; but -- not wanting to fall victim to the brutality of the world and become a scab themselves, they hide within themselves. Safe. Unobtainable. Simple.

Their mission is to share their talent -- too afraid to come out from the barrier they hide themselves behind for fear of getting swallowed up by the pain, hurt, and betrayal that mortality often brings. They're happy because they have one foot nestled in the heavens as their talent pipelines down to them.

Maybe they hope to awaken us all to the truth of our situation? It's unfortunate that their inability to communicate with us the way we understand -- on some level; prohibits us from really getting it. We think there is something wrong with them; when in actuality there is something very wrong with us. WE are the catalyst for withdrawal -- and if every person could operate at their full potential; I don't think we'd see Autism. I don't think they'd be afraid to bear their soul to the world -- because there would be no danger of losing it to darker circumstances.

So they shower us with their talents; their love, and they hope that their simple gestures would in fact wake us up from our Dharmic coma. Maybe their hope is that in waking us up, their walls could be let down too -- and we could enjoy the world as it was meant to be; without fear, pain, hurt, or betrayal.

But for now, society's pendulum swings the wrong way -- garnered by the weight of negativity. Injustices and cruelties are gaining victories where they shouldn't. Scabs are being formed around human hearts where hope and optimism should reside.

So, I use the only talent that I've been given: words -- to express my thoughts. To break out of my own Austism and bravely say to the world: wake up. Wake up like I did. Use the pain to break through the walls of your own scab. Bleed until the wound is clean. And rise once again, whole and pure and ready to fight the good fight -- the way your soul and the universe originally intended it to be.