One of our greatest fears is the reflection of ourselves.
It is a battle neither won nor lost until the person understands fundamentally there is no monster,
No challenge,
Nothing to conquer other than the dislikes and flaws they set forth.
I wonder then,
Why do we treat ourselves so poorly?
What is it about our image,
Whether that be the physical or mental representation we construct,
That causes us to feel a sense of tension,
Unease when confronted by it?
It's known that people will go to far away lengths trying to avoid the unsettling feeling they get when they are alone with their reflection.
It's why a person will drink until they forget who they are,
Or take some other stimulating drug,
Sleep for most of the day or even scarify their body.
They are just some of the examples out of the many that exist.
But regarding all of this,
In the next few minutes,
I want to attempt something unworldly.
I want to try and inspire you to consider yourself a god,
To appreciate the immense amount of beauty that naturally underlies your existence,
And then to understand there is nothing wrong with you.
I know you will immediately rebel against such a proposition.
I presume your mind is already scrambling for degrading opinions about yourself to prepare a counterattack for anything positive that I may suggest.
Or maybe you've directed all of that mental energy onto the world,
And how terrible it is.
Which,
I happen to agree.
The modern world is bland,
Absolutely grotesque,
And existing as a modern human being shoved around within it is as displeasing as it is ugly.
But just bear with me for a moment,
For maybe you've put your finger on it but haven't touched it.
Let's go into them both.
Who are you,
And what is the world?
Well,
What a question.
When asked who you are usually elicits a particular response where the individual answering the question will recite a list of identifying factors.
You know,
You'll state your name,
Nationality,
Age,
Race,
Occupation.
But we know those are all illusory.
They're just made up titles to project to fake characters so you can be seen,
Grouped and controlled.
And we know they're made up because,
After all,
What are they fundamentally?
These words.
Therefore we know that cannot be the answer.
Once again then,
Who are you?
And that is where it gets tricky.
I must state on a personal note,
I am considerably self-critical.
There are times where I will drag my mind through the mud because of something so insignificant but egotistically bothersome.
Whether this be an awkward action,
Poor choice of words,
Or something more severe such as disliking how I spend my time.
That can occasionally wreck my mentality.
And even though I apply my philosophies,
Eventually finding the humour in it all because I don't even exist,
The dislike in my productivity re-emerges and I am taken back to the muddy water wherein lies my reflection,
Drowning in my cultural perceptions and societal judgement.
People are so involved with purpose that we defeat ourselves by believing we ought to be more than what we naturally are.
And what you are naturally,
You know,
Behind the force-fed identity defining trash that's crammed down your throat and programming your mind by the multiple sources,
Especially if you're a part of the upcoming youth.
What you are is godly.
And you will see that,
You will see that if you stop defining yourself as this,
You know,
As these words,
These thoughts that you have,
Where you consistently identify your mind,
Your soul,
And by soul,
You know,
I don't necessarily mean some apparition that exists within your body,
I mean your intuition,
Your Iqqor,
What fuels your existence.
If you stop defining all of that,
But all of these beliefs,
Concepts given to you by your culture,
Your nationality,
Your fellow peers,
Your teachers,
Your parents,
And instead you take great,
Great lessons and teachers within nature,
Within what goes on by itself without you having to do anything.
What's happening internally within you right now as you listen to my voice,
You know,
That's you.
And externally,
It relates to everything else that's happening within the entire universe.
To paraphrase the ancient mystic Hermes Tristamagestus,
Think that for you too nothing is impossible.
Deem that you too are immortal and that you were able to grasp all things in your thought,
To know every craft and science.
Find your home in the haunts of every living creature.
Make yourself higher than all heights and lower than all depths.
Bring together in yourself all opposites of quality,
Heat and cold,
Dryness and fluidity.
Think that you too are everywhere at once,
On land,
At sea,
In heaven.
Think that you were not yet begotten,
That you were in the womb,
That you were young,
That you were old,
And that you have died,
That you were in the world beyond the grave.
Grasp in your thought all of this at once,
All times and places,
All substances and qualities and magnitudes together.
Then you can apprehend God.
Then you are God.
But if you shut up your soul and your body,
And abase yourself and say,
I know nothing,
I can do nothing,
I am afraid of earth and sea,
I cannot mount to heaven,
I know not what I was nor what I shall be,
Then what have you to do with God?
Amen.
T the Father and the Son.
