A new beginning

[onezero]

How does one think to be God? We all make our own realities. We design them from the ground up using everything we have accumulated in our lives so far. Everything we have ever done becomes a part of us, a part of that personality or person you define as you. The character in your movie. The character you play in this cosmic drama of infinite proportions.

To become the true master of your own reality one must travel deep into the realm of the mind and see what lies in the eternal abyss. What lies inside the darkness if not the very thing that makes and defines you? I have no words to even begin to describe the feeling one gets when coming to terms with oneself. How does the journey begin and where does it end if ever? What does it all mean and where is this all taking us? What happens when a man becomes God? When a man becomes that who he really is, who he is destined to be, who The World has deemed into existence by creating a system only to produce this. At times the human mind seems to be incomprehensible for the great laws that makes the order of things while being of absolutely chaotic by nature.

Then again the feeling this kind of advancement brings, comes with a divine aspect. An aspect that begs the mind to take it into consideration. It implores you with the question of ”could this be truth”? And then again it is only a question, like a splinter in your mind that makes you wonder and look at things. It makes you marvel at the world you have made and which everyone, everything from the largest to the smallest tiniest detail is an integral part of. How wonderful everything seems while under the influence of this great thought. How beautiful and magnificent life seems and how profoundly glad and relieved it makes you feel to be able to think this way. How you embrace the thought and bask in the light it brings to you while at the same time you deny it all and return yourself to the chains to the so called reality. The REAL reality?

It is my way to think that everything is possible. That being the premise, nothing can then be impossible. If things be so, that would mean the world has infinite possibilities for a person who sees this simple fact. Everything is available and everything has meaning. Yet it is this small simple understanding that keeps the human person away from it all. In a world in which everything is available nothing has any meaning anymore. We have stripped our very selves from all meaning, turning into a mass of puppets being constantly pulled from their strings. Like a perversion of a marionette being beautifully, masterfully coreographed through the stage by a mad genious puppeteer.

When I looked into the abyss, I saw myself. I saw an empty shell built on the empty promises of an empty World. I was adrift in a river of muck, being sucked down to the murky bottom by the skeleton hands of my own blind self. I was a crying little baby boy in a cold and dark place all alone…

[onezero]

By coming to conclusion into who I was and what I had been, I made a realization of the fact that everything can be changed. Everything I ever thought I was, was an illusion to which I had the supreme control. All it requires is the will to change your perception of yourself. You must see yourself through the eyes of the world and then make that image into anything you want.
The story begins with the baby boy opening his eyes for the very first time. What he then saw was everything as it had always been but profoundly different and from a point of view he didnt think existed. A mere night at the movies had turned into an everlasting journey, taking him into the bosom of the creator. How blind had he been? What an infant he still was under that tough shell of self esteem and fake respect? His revelation carried with it almost an apocalyptic sense for nothing would be the same again and there was no way back.

Looking at it from a distance one could say that there was nothing new there except for the actual experience for the person. How wrong one would then be? Not right but not wrong either. The metamorphosis, the rebirth that happened encompassed the whole World and everything in it and still there was nothing telling of it. No angelic choirs singing and blaring their trumpets hailing the coming of God even if in the man, that is what happened. Everything was quiet. Quiet as in the grave of the man who had died and then born anew as a manifestation of the all.

What had taken him into this was a life of love and lies. A karmic rollercoaster that had taken 24 Christ-masses to arrive to the finish line. A chain of events and experiences that cannot be told here or anywhere else for the chain is still being made. ”Up until this point in my life I have always lived as one of the puppets even if in my heart I have always known to be someone else. Now I am that someone else in the land of the puppets and puppeteers. Time will stand still and everyone will know The Word for when that day comes, there will be angels and beasts walking the face of earth.”

The ramblings of a madman never cease to stop and so do the masses of the wise continue. Continue to take us into a brighter tomorrow while at the same, blinding us from the here and now. To even try and begin to understand life, one must be acquainted with the passing of time, like a friend trying to understand a companion soul. Knowing where it has been, where it is now and where it wants to be tomorrow, so should YOU know what man has been, is and will be. This is the first step towards becoming who you are, by knowing thyself.