It is time, again, to wrestle with illusion, to wrestle with all those things that seem so real but are not. The long, cold, and difficult winter has left us all tired and bereft. A sorrow and emptiness comes over those deprived overmuch of the bounty of the Sun King. Now with heavy hearts and leaden feet, with aching bones and twisted muscles, we must still somehow find the energy to smash through the illusion. It is at these times, the times of great sorrow or fear or depression, when our chances are best at breaking through the illusion to the Being on the other side.
Not everyone will do it.
Many will choose to stay with illusion, the price of freedom being too
much to pay. Many will continue on in
the social constructs given them at birth, perpetuating the illusion. Because to see the wheels and gears of
society turning and grinding into infinity, each person a tiny cog that when
worn out is easily disposed of and replaced, can cause death to the
uninitiated. One cannot touch the
Mysteries and live without proper preparation.
Look around you.
Everything you see is an illusion.
It is not that there is nothing before you, but it is your
interpretation that lies. Your
interpretation is yours only. It belongs
to no one else, nor would anyone else even consider it, so caught up are they
in their own interpretation. The seer
must see through the eyes of the Eternal Spirit and quit the worldly lures
placed before him to lead him off the path.
If this passage seems cryptic, it was intended to be so.
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| Break the chains. |
