Linear time is quite the construct. It provides the physical senses with a reel of memories, historical events, and experiences which ultimately mould and shape the individual. This process happens consciously and subconsciously. While restricted in principle boundaries of etheric confinement, one is inherently tasked with the quest of meaning and purpose. Where am I; where did I come from; what have I come here to accomplish? Numerous in nature these notions are, which in and of itself defines reason to acknowledge them. For in denying these signs, discarding these preprogrammed factors in the psyche, could well be the cause of the psychological conflict Man is prone to encounter, so well documented in divisions of science and records from ancient civilizations.
Now, here comes the twist; how do I interpret the notions referred to above? What methodology do I use to piece apart the questions? Do I cling to the logical, masculine-based, rational mind which, being bound by boxes and direct courses of action, becomes skewed without adequate training. Do I hope that someone, somewhere will present the answers to me? Do I come to terms with the fact that these answers are unknowable without commitment and dedication? Or do I forsake their value, failing to consider what the ramifications would be if I pondered just beyond my boundary of cognitive safety?
Well, I suppose the most pertinent question would then be, what do I define as safety? Closely behind that would be, do I feel safe…? It will then dawn on me. Whether I have prepared for it or not, once the window is open the draft will get in. But this I forgo knowing whatever I discover will reshape my consciousness forever. Superimpose itself upon my internal software and recondition my dimension of thought, based on experience. This will inevitably release the spell of ‘assumptions and presumptions’ and confront the pattern of disillusionment with a force that will quite literally shatter its manifestation like rock through glass.
Why should this create a sense of doubt and fear within my mind? Why does the inclination to surface answers for these unknowable questions arouse a sense of anxiety? As though a substance with malevolent, seducing intentions spins me in its web where I am but its captive, unable to flee from its might and terror. It is through being bound by this psychosomatic trauma that I coil at the possibility of discovery, and hold dear to what I understand to be, well, safe.
I must then confess that I am unworthy to know the truths omnipresent in all things for I am unwilling to desecrate the wickedness that lies within. Or so that is what is being feed, which in itself is a distorted, misaligned statement that only prevails when consented. When I agree. This can only be the outcome if my mental diaphragm is ill-equipped with a degree of control and experience where the left-brain is concerned, and exposure to the right-brain; feminine-based, creative, free spirited and the modicum of where curiosity and imagination lies.
There comes a point where a line in the sand must be drawn, a time to outline the difference between believing and knowing. For make no mistake there is a difference, and ignorance of this immutable fact can neither change the face of its existence nor generate the necessary resources to master ones fate as it were. But how I choose to hone this awareness and use it to enhance my well-being is solely dependent on my perspective, my level of awareness and what is in alignment with the soul in which I embody.
For everything starts with a choice.