Faith

faith

Belief is a choice

For without belief one doesn’t actually have anything

Because despite all the technological advances in life

There is still no proof

That anything actually happens after death

Or that people even have souls

Or that souls will reconnect at a later point in time

Or that there even is some place else to go

And so no one will ever really know, for sure

For there will never be any definitive proof

Until one can find out for oneself

Which when that day arrives

Can only ever be a uniquely personal experience

That cannot be shared or verified

In the mortal world

Therefore so far as any guarantee of an afterlife is concerned

Is merely pure conjecture

And so faith has become the cushion

That offers emotional comfort and protection

From fear of the unknown

From abandonment and being alone

From insecurity, uncertainty, vulnerability, despair

And the finality, associated with the death process

But faith in illusions can actually serve as resistance

As tactics of avoidance

From dealing with emotional pain

Actually causes more resistance

Which in turn causes even more pain

Caught in a ‘Catch 22’ cycle of denial and inhibition

By refusing to engage in ones emotional evolution

Somehow a person can become

Trapped in a time loop where the years seem to slip slide by effortlessly without noticing

For life’s inner pearls of wisdom

Are often borne from the sand storms of adversity

Where precious insight

Is gleaned from first hand experience and hind sight

To which there is no short cut, remedy or magic pill

And so in order to soften a granite heart hardened by disappointment

And make an unquiet mind be still

One must embrace the present moment in full

Embody the Here and Now

As it is, with no strings or conditions

Breaking rigid cycles of resistance in the mind

That keeps a person stuck in destructive patterns

On constant rewind

For ultimately one has very little to no sway in life’s grand design

And so surrendering to the process of flow

In spite of life’s trials and tribulations

Is how one is able to regain control

Over those fears and tears, more able to let go

Actually fast tracks a troubled heart to less turbulent times

Where peace of mind reigns supreme

As one gets better at reading the signs

And therefore more able to stay ‘in the know’

Frequently updating old illusions as new information becomes available

Allows ones true nature, or purpose to unfold

Without restrictive beliefs holding one back

Or maintaining their strangle hold

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You want to be free

But there’s no way of knowing

In which direction

To keep on going

How to avoid

The Judas hawk eye

Heat seek and UV crystal ball scry

Search out the innocent and the paranoid

Tracking victim prey

Wrong place right time

For privacy parade invade

Telephoto panoramic satelite GPS/ IP

Digitally enhanced virtual spies

Who know your every move

Even before you decide

An ever expanding automated army

Of brothers in the sky

Strategically mounted

Perfectly positioned

To purposefully pry

Like flies

Pocket push button vigil

Giant fishbowl, inner third eye

Stakeout surveillance

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