The Central Thing.
Feel free to blame the bump on Copernicus.
Until Copernicus came along in the 1500s, we earthlings enjoyed centre stage. Fathers could place an arm around their children, point to the night sky, and proclaim, “The universe revolves around us.” Ahhh, the hub of the planetary wheel, the navel of the heavenly body, the 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue of the cosmos. A man named Ptolemy’s second century finding convinced us. Stick a pin the centre of the stellar map, and you’ve found the earth. Dead centre.
And what’s more dead still! Let the other planets fly aimlessly through the skies Not us. No sir. We stay put. As predictable as Christmas. No orbiting. No rotating. Some fickle planets revolve 180 Degrees from one day to the next. Not ours. As budge-less as a great mountain. Let’s hear loud applause for the Earth, the anchor of the universe.. right?
But then came Nicolaus Copernicus. “ahem” he said “can anyone tell me what causes the seasons to change?” Why do some stars appear in the day and others at night? Does anyone know exactly how far ships can sail before falling off the edge of the earth?” “Trivialities” people scoffed at him. “Who has time for such problems?” But Copernicus persisted. He tapped the worlds collective shoulder and cleared his throat. “Forgive my proclamation, but”, and pointing a lone finger towards the sun, he announced “BEHOLD THE CENTRE OF OUR SOLAR SYSTEM”.
People denied the facts for over half a century. When like minded Galileo came along, the throne locked him up. You’d have thought he’d called the king a bastard and struck him on the face in front of his knights with the way he was treated. People didn’t take well for demotions back then, and we still don’t. But it was the truth. The sun was the centre of the solar system of which all other things revolve. What Copernicus did for the Earth, our Goddess Haylee, has done for our souls. Tapping the collective submissive shoulder of humanity she points to herself and says “BEHOLD, the centre of it all.”
While many unlearned minds may scoff at the claim, we who live, and breathe in the glory of her majestic eminence know full well that Goddess Haylee Lynn is truly the centre of the universe. The molecules of our genetic make up cannot resist the urge to bend our knees, give over our minds, and hearts to the one true Goddess of whom all of the galaxies, and all of life revolve.
When we look at the centre of the universe, we don’t look at ourselves, nor the light in the sky. When all of the heaven’s stage-hands direct the spotlight toward the star of the show, I need no sunglasses. No light falls on me.
Lesser orbs, that’s us. Appreciated. Valued. Loved dearly. But central? Essential? Pivotal? Nope. Sorry. Contrary to any notion within us, the world does not revolve around us. We are mere men. Born to serve and worship Goddess Haylee. If our pleasure, and comfort is our priority then we are missing the point. If we are the marquee event, then we are hypothetically in a flat-earth state of mind. Could a Copernican shift be in order? Our place is not at the centre of the universe but at the feet of the one true Goddess Haylee Lynn.
Thankfully, the universe does not persist us to make a big deal out of us who serve and slave, but it exists so that we can make a big deal out of HER in our daily lives. A Goddess centred life is a life of blissful devotion and unbridled passion. It’s not about you, or me. It’s about Goddess Haylee. What we know and live each day, many more will come to know in the future as they are collared and called ‘mine’ by the sweetest voice in all of the cosmos. We are men ahead of our time. We know the truth, and we proclaim it every day through our praise, tributes, hypnotic trances, gifts, worship and devotion…
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