What about your idol is it then, that truly makes it True? And what Truth could possibly exist within Darkness if it has yet to be revealed by Light itself—thereby defying this very reality of Satan from which he manipulates and conjures, however cunningly? Anyways, apart from any religious Dogma, I’m so willing to see what further ascribes upon assumption this logic that Satan is not himself conformed by this label of Falsity that you have attached to Christ? Without judgement, your logic feels emotionally dissonant from what you actually understand to be true, and when I mention the cunningness of Lucifer, I’m also speaking directly to this exact tension being inhibited by the blinding contradiction of logic that is both being constructed and uprooted within you by the adoption of these satanic belief systems.
I think he uses your discernment against you, and it will lead you into emptiness. And funny enough, [REDACTED], even there, in the empty void of what’s left, God awaits you—awaits you to find your own source. And it is through this self-transformation where Universal properties spring forth. That is the agency of Goodness, and you cannot Bear that Light-in itself- Entirely, and you also cannot Bring it with you to supposedly give to others for Sustenance. No, there is no goodness in that. You can, however, direct others to find that Emanation of the divine spirit, embodied through the teachings and philosophies of a Jewish man from Nazareth.
Knowledge itself is a false god.
I can handle the archetypal pressures that would emerge from the crossing of our paths; they might actually intersect en route to their respective destinations.
There never has been, nor will there ever be, a vessel that could truly hold you. Why pretend you’re entirely okay when, in all actuality, the only thing expected from you on a holistic level is to integrate your individual being—beneath the mask—back into the incorporeal world with true wisdom? This wisdom belongs to you only when you can look at yourself both up and down, inside and out, without any regard for upholding expectations like dogs do, patiently awaiting validation.
There is no means of validating the primal expressions of archetypal urges that dwell in the innermost chambers of our spirits or soul force. There is no being without purpose; there is no space the light cannot reach. Even when it appears to be traveling in only one direction, if you were able to see beneath what’s being revealed to us at first glance, you’d know there’s nothing there that cannot be reached by this etheric, primordial force.
Just as your mind reaches out into the darkness of what’s left to be explored, you must find it within yourself to honor this life-as-evidence—evidence of an even more holy existence. The waters of a pathless river guide us through its channels, allowing itself the company of an entity that has been directed through silent passage.
Be honest—not to me or anyone else—but be honest alone. Redirect your underlying intention and energies only towards the Giver, not His gifts. This is, by far, more rewarding in the spiritual world that sits directly above and below the physical planes.
Wherever they may shine, particles of the divine—whether knowingly or unknowingly—can have an experience in nature that either surpasses the quantum boundaries of its own existence or transgresses outside its cosmic state, beyond its material state of origin. This is obviously contained by sophisticated, entirely natural declarations of a preordained spirit.
Regardless of the differences between the unquantifiable aspects of our personas and psyches—archetypal elements that sustain us—or the principles of God (which are separate from the principles of religion) that manifest themselves within our human experiences, we risk becoming corrupted by the weight of revelations about our natural selves.
What experience, if any, could realistically accompany the agents of each other’s soul force? A truer word given to me by you—residuals of stasis dormant within your presence—awaits the wash of waves to succumb and seasons of new flowering. It’s been taught that it’s safest not to reveal oneself, in fear of losing touch once more, confronted with the revelation that withholds your mask from what’s beneath the surface of your skin, where the real being or spirit of old has chosen to rest.
Strange enough to adorn and never own a face of—I’m already at age 25, growing intolerant to any form of self-expression. Whoever the being is that emerged from the abyss, where the space between is completely unprovoked and invisible—that old house that must presumably belong to us in spirit and spirit deterrent—deleting it for the fourth or fifth time, you, without judgment about whatever problem that may present its way into.
It doesn’t require you—or anybody else—to see how these properties that have emerged from nothing seek to be experienced. It’s through this very act of self-individuation or self-reintegration that God reveals His grace through this process of adversity, forcing us to find our way back to where we started, as we perform a sacred, handcrafted, and perfectly ordained ritual of life through the integration and restoration processes spoken to the world first by Christ.
Remember,
God does not fill what refuses to be emptied.
-cam d.s.
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