The spiritually hungry are always ready to learn more, for their hearts are eager to discover new truths.
As a man with a humbled heart, I strive for truth and goodness. If they ever find themselves in my possession, they may bring to me an unknown kind of heavenly happiness, but happiness itself is not of my creative and conscious purpose. As much as I am engaged in the pursuit of happiness, it is the truth that I seek and not happiness. Though it is possible that when the truth comes to be found, it may just be holding hands with happiness. And it is true that having a creative attitude towards life, as a whole is not man’s right, it is his duty.
Within this fallen world, I still see beauty everywhere I look and my creative nature will forever follow said beauty. And being somewhat of a poet, hope will always find enthusiasm hiding behind beauty in the depths of a dream. This enthusiasm becomes second nature to the poet because the truth of what he is, is within him.
A voice sounds off in his soul, which is fed with a creative energy equal to the power of all societies. You don’t make yourself interesting through madness, eccentricity or anything of said sort. In the truth of what is, the poet finds his enthusiasm in the ability to drown out the noisy distractions that this world seems to offer us on a daily basis. He becomes fit to hear the essence of all things.
Now let us focus on the truth of creativity. Creativity is the moral imperative that applies to the ethical department of life. The effort put forth towards artistic and cognitive activity carries with it a moral value that is unswerving when one starts to understand that the realization of truth and goodness is an act of creative nobility.
Whatever I write from this point on, is for mere guidance of me and maybe you, and of course the boy. There is nothing nonetheless in the truth of these words than that alone. It is my life’s constant gravitational pull that has at times—pulled me towards the truth of me, myself, and I. These words, they may be the hidden paths, which lead to the truth of heaven above, but heaven already exists in my heart, and that is the truth in itself.
I would rather not be the man who looks upon his reflection and for a moment forgets the manner of man he was. Yet at the same time, I strive not to try and remember myself lest I come to find the person I am not. The first step toward finding me, who is of the utmost truth, is to discover the truth of God. So if I have indeed been in error, the paramount step towards the truth is the unearthing of said error.
Shall I flee far away, and hide within this wilderness of me? Shall I hurry for His shelter far away and free from tempest and these storms of me? I seek no treasure or experience—I seek only the truth. So whatever storms come, they come, and we brave them by dancing our way through them until the sun shines upon our souls. Is this not correct?
It is in my opinion that first you must truly know and love your self. Then you will become aware of the true “being” of God beneath your own fleeting thoughts. You will learn to wait with stillness underneath the chaos of confusion as you begin to recognize the unconditional love for yourself that hides behind reclusive pain. It is after one has become aware of the darkness in the depths of faith—freedom, salvation, and even enlightenment—are but seeds of the truth.
In the reality of spiritually awakening, something emerges from within you that grows so much deeper than whom you thought you were. And as much as the old version of myself is still around, something more powerful than anything I have ever felt grows within my soul. Someone has determined it necessary to anoint this head of mine with a sacred sort of oil, leading me down a path I never thought existed.
A seed must crack and break free from its shell of comfort, so to seek the light of salvation through devastation. This “breaking free” will look like complete destruction of a person to those who look at this world externally. Followed by the discussed judgment of “that boy is a few sandwiches short of a picnic” mentality. A losing of the mind, though in a lot of ways, can be of the highest kind because of what it is about ourselves we creatively come to find.
He has His own Way of bringing us out of our shells, of bringing us into the world—the world from which I long held the illusion that I was withdrawing. Most of my life I’ve felt some “far off” kind of sensation that something was leading me somewhere of significance. But in the harshness of my disbelief of His will, the path has seemed to twist and turn in all sorts of direction. And the only way to get through to me, I feel, was that He had to move through me from dead center, from the Cross within my heart.
So in my own direction with my ego I went. Then came the flux of imagination, sensation, and insight, followed by an up close kind of ache for the sacred knowing of an astral plane beyond good and evil. And that in it self is the dark truth of something heavier than I’ve ever known, I guess that’s why I will forever draw these words with the manner of me—to find the lightness of my own being. And maybe they could help me to become more aware of my own ego?
At last, the light of the truth it beckons. It glows in the awareness of this ego of mine. It has long lurked in the shadows of this creative wilderness. Oh this writing, the spilling of my own fleeting thoughts, why must they exude my ego, why must they be the truth of who I am in God’s very own heart? And so it is I’ve come to understand my ego, and from understanding comes God’s growth. And why it is, that the beacon of light from within, will always be the beckon of hidden truth I seek.
I have wandered deeper into my own soul than even I’ve ever fathomed over these past few months—deeper than most wish to go. Lucky for me these words have been instrumental in keeping my feet on the path in a wilderness so deep. Maybe this depth has setup permanent camp in this wilderness of my mind. So allow me to tickle the truth with the gravity of this pen.
The great fleeting feelings and thoughts are gone but not forgotten. And if we will not awaken the awareness of humanity’s collective ego—the collective of goodness, spirit and soul of society will never be convinced to participate in the geometric pattern of angels, and society will sink deeper into the abyss of suffering. So now the time has come to lift the veil of Maya. Illusion is real and reality has become a dream, no longer illusory.
The truth of heaven and of fallen angels will sow the seeds of the future for humanity as a whole. Both like to speak to us in dreams with certain criteria we never knew to exist. But we spend most of our lives dissecting our dreams, instead of living those dreams. These dreams, they come to us as we sleep, to help us see the concealed divinity in other human beings. All the while sharing with us a map that creatively charts the course of imagination across the abyss that so often divides us all from the truth of His Spirit. And upon the latitude and longitude of the heart, we find flesh and soul at crossroads.
In the end all happiness really is—is the quality of your inner context. Each and every life that blesses this planet is in fact a story waiting to be told. Each life has a table of contents, that divvies up the chapters by those delicate and life altering situations that each and every one of us face every single day. Happiness is growth. Growth from all of the pain and suffering that once prevented us from believing in ourselves.
So let us join hands and build one another before we judge one another. Is this not spoken in the law of Christ, to nurture instead of destroy? So instead of fighting amongst each other, let us nurture the foundation of truth with unconditional love and help us allow a bright future for our children. Let us build a new path that leads to somewhere the world has never been.
“Bear another ones burdens and fulfill the law of Christ”
Man and his moral dignity with its freedom are determined not by the purpose to which he aids his life, but by the source from which his morality and the ensuing activities that spring from said source. It should be worthy of a note, that in a sense, “the means” from which a man chooses, are far more diligent than “the ends” in which he pursues.
To consider things and situations only in the light of the effect they burden upon me is to stumble upon the doorstep of hell, so as I stand up, rising out of my own hell, it’s time to reach for the truth of heaven.