Eternal Beings Doing Things

 Evil, bad. Goodness, good. And everything in between...

That's it. Experience can be woven with any kind of illusion or delusion - time, pressure, motion, and temperature - ideas, silence, beauty, and judgements about everything. Within microseconds we decide what's what and go from there; except, a lot of it is just a mangled mess of energies. Most of us don't bother with the subtle energies that dictate our lives; we cling to the obvious, the loud vibrations that immediately grab our attention. We make up stories about the things that jar us, stories that make sense to our minds because our minds are suspiciously susceptible. We make up stories about the intent of others, meanwhile, we don't even look at our own intentions.

We're grown toddlers roaming around without a compass, or, with a compass we were given by other toddlers who thought they understood the nature of reality and made a commercial about it. We try to create things that might mean something - because doing things that mean something stamps into history a reason for being. I Was Here and I Did Stuff. 

Life goes on, and in the notorious end, nobody actually cares about the 'how' of any of it (other than some good storytelling); we're each on paths toward a wholistic understanding that limited language can't describe - and deep down we each know it; that's the spark. That's the spark that religion and philosophy, science, psychology and metaphysics try to explain and contain. In that, an intrinsic type of caring reveals itself, the type of caring that allows individual free-will; even 'evil-doers' spark growth in those who require it, unfortunately or not, in low-vibrational time/space/dimensions.

Alignment: If it doesn't feel right to you, it's not right (for you right now, if ever.) That doesn't mean that others shouldn't do those things; you don't have to be involved. And if you are involved somehow, you have every right to stake a claim in the matter, find your thread, and untangle it. There's no need to explain to the ball-of-yarn why you don't want to be a part of it anymore - you'll just be over there, making a sweater.

Our spectacular existence is not contained in a finite place of struggle and fear, with an occasional respite to stay busy and goal-oriented, no-pain-no-gain or something. It's an invisible mind-prison of our own making. What would you do with a billion dollars? A better question is - What would you create out of nothing? 

Silently ask the wind, ask a tree, ask your animal companions...; they have answers, and they don't need to write books about it.




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