The Great Chasm Between God and You

It's so unfortunate how religion can claim so much energy, time, and focus from one's life. How many fights has one had because of the differences of religion? How many times have you destroyed a relationship or lost the opportunity to have a relationship with someone, over religion? How many deaths, wars, heartache, sorrow, has been caused because of religious zeal? So what I'm saying, is that religion removes from mankind the innate ability to be free, to make choices not based upon religious laws, to spend time thinking about worthy things and discovering oneself instead of thinking about "separating" oneself from everything, and to live a life that's right here, right now, not "later on"! And it's such a shame that we are born into this world, as close to God as we will ever be, and yet that liberty is removed from us by people who tell us that we have to do this and go here and go there and say this and not say that and believe this but never believe that; in order to draw nigh to God! Religion has removed man's liberty to be close to his God, in order to say "Come this way and we will show you God." Something that is free, is being held for ransom and is not given freely. I think that we are at a point in time, wherein mankind should be able to rise above religion, and simply allow God in. Imagine if you had a child right in front of you, and however you touched your child, called out her name, tried to embrace her, she still would not believe that you are already there because she's convinced that she still has to strive and search to find you! Imagine how painful that would be for you! This is what religion does between us and God. We are that child, and He is that Father.


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Note: With that been said, I would like to point out that I would never want to hurt someone or to disappoint someone, by pointing out faults in their religion! I believe it is far more valuable not to hurt the innocent soul, than it is to go ahead and point out all the faults in that person's beliefs! There are innocent souls in the world, who attend mass, attend church, attend synagogue, temple, and etc., with a pureness of heart and simple faith; and I think that purity of heart and that simple faith is precious, and is far more weighty than all the dark secrets and the faults in what they put their faith in. God doesn't look at faults, God looks at the state of a man's heart! I myself would take no offense in attending a church, because I don't feel as though church has a bondage over me! That which I do not fear, cannot offend me! In fact, there are many churches I like to be in, because they are just breathtakingly beautiful structures! 

Feathers

Feathers

It will be okay
When you return to you
To the you who
Was there
Before the floods came
Before the castle toppled down
Before the earth shook, quaked

It will be okay
It will be silent
Serene
When you find yourself
Standing there
In the same place
Where you left
You

When you wonder if it’s okay
To go and take your hand
To touch your face
And look into your eyes again
And embrace you,

You will see

That you have found
The place where feathers rain
And the Qilin tramples not
Even a single
Blade of grass


And your heart
Breaks not


Go back. It will be okay.


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With The Equines

With The Equines

Even the wind that gushed against my skin
Echoed the freedom of their souls
As we ran together
Wild and unstoppable

Even faster than they
I ran on the wind
Laughing in the spirit of pure wildness
Laughter that shook my soul

And vibrated just beneath my skin:

Eating me
Devouring me
Dissolving me
Creating me

The wind itself was composed of
This equine spirit
Unbridled, unbound
I flew through it

Free

Soaring above the horses just below me
I mingled with them
I ran
And I flew


My spirit leaped in the air
And reached for the sun


We flew together, we ran together


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The Theory of "All Apples"

This is not my photo, this is a photo belonging to the public domain.

The Theory of "All Apples"

I was always taught that many things are wrong, many things are bad, many things are evil, and that the only way to stay far away from evil would be to avoid these things/ these people. I teach my son the opposite. I teach my son that things are neutral; things have no essence of good or evil, but the essence of good or evil is produced by the soul! I teach him the theory of "all apples" (my own theory) in which I state that everything is like an apple in your hand. The apple is neither good nor bad, it does not possess the essence of good nor of evil! But it is the hand in which the apple sits, that dictates the outcome of that apple! An apple in your hand can be put to good use; it can be eaten at a right time while fresh and ripe and juicy, or, it can be allowed to spoil and rot in your hand and become infested with mold, mildew, worms! It is what you do with the apple that dictates the outcome of that apple! YOU have given the essence to the apple; the essence of either good or evil doesn't come from the apple itself. It is not the apple that has done good for you but it is you who has done something good with the apple and it is not the apple which has spoiled you, but it is you who has allowed the apple to spoil! And so, all that are things, are simply things. Your Wii games are not evil nor good, it is your discernment for playing that makes your Wii games have either a fulfilling or a detrimental affect on you. That means, if you play your Wii games from day until night when you could be going out and playing sports, being with friends and family, studying, and enjoying life; then you have given the essence of bad to your Wii game. But if you put sports and friends and family and life and laughter first and foremost before your attention to your Wii games, then your Wii games have become a joyful additive to your life! (This also applies to X-Box, of course.) So, it is you who has created something good out of your having Wii games, or an iPad, or an X-Box, or etc! My son understood this as I explained this to him, and from his understanding of this, was able to revolutionize the way he plays games on iPad and Wii. 

I wanted to share my theory with you, because I believe that people are living in fear of the apples themselves, without realizing that they are not born into a world full of powerful things threatening to pollute/ corrupt them; but that they are powerful beings born into a world full of things that they may either pollute and corrupt or bless and benefit from. The essence, is that the power of good or evil lies within you, and it is up to you to bestow that upon anything. Your choice will be, according to the condition of your soul. And it's interesting to note that when a person realizes that it is the hand which bears the apple, that makes the difference, and not the apple itself which is changing the person; suddenly the individual is freed from the feeling of being the victim, as is able to change the way the thing works and is able to change the product of that thing.

Why are people so afraid of the corporeal? It is the lesser that is dependent on what is greater! Never can the greater be dependent upon what is lesser! So if you are greater, then why fear and shun what is lesser? The blessing or the curse is in your hands. The blessing or the curse doesn't come from the thing! Likewise, the goodness or the evil is in your soul! It is not the soul which depends on the washing of the hands, but it is the washing of the hands that depends on the soul!

Looking at this theory of mine from a correlated dimension/ a reciprocal angle, this idea by Epictetus comes to mind:

"Man is disturbed not by things, but by the views he takes of them." – Epictetus

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*As an end note, I want to add more detail into my Theory of "All Apples"; let's suppose you have been the victim of an evil thing and why is this? you will ask. Well, I believe that there are things created by people who have injected into it the essence of evil. For example, let's say there is a game on X-Box in which you play a psychotic killer who goes around hacking other people up to bits and pieces, what kind of a mind created such a game? What kind of an existence would inject such an evil into a game? And so the thing has been corrupted, and you, eating the corrupted apple, will catch typhoid fever, or dysentery, or die like Snow White! (smiles)

So, it is possible for an apple to be corrupted by another, and fed to you. Simply refuse to eat the apple! In these cases, fortunately, the corrupted apples are quite literally obviously corrupted, it doesn't take much of a guessing game to see what is the product of an evil soul.

Dear Butterfly,

I think humans might be like butterflies; people die every day without many other people knowing about them, seeing their colors, hearing their stories... and when humans are broken, they're like broken butterfly wings; suddenly there are so many beauties that are seen in different ways, so many thoughts and visions and possibilities that form, which couldn't form when the person wasn't broken! So it is not a very sad thing to be broken, after all! It's during the times of being broken, that you have all the opportunities to become things unforgettable! Just like the broken butterfly wing that I found, which has given me so many thoughts, in so many ways, has shown me so many words, and imaginations! But butterflies need to know, that it doesn't matter at all if the whole world saw their colors or not! But what matters is that they flew, they glided, they hovered, they saw, they felt, and they knew! And they loved the ones whom they flew with! And that is an existence worthwhile!


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This Wing



This Wing

Do not mourn
A flight well flown

Do not take sorrow
In many a traversed continent
The view of a thousand castles
Passed beneath this wing!

Weep not
For a glide that
Encompassed nation
Upon nation
That saw many a sunrise
And sunset
Over the turquoise seas
Piercing the transparency
Of this wing!

Don’t be sad

A thousand butterflies die each day
No one sees them
No one hears their stories
No one knows
Of their glides
Of their pilgrimage
They die unknown
With stories untold

But this one

This one is different

The fallen wing tells me
Of many a sea crossed
Many a nation hovered
Many a continent conquered!

I see the rays of sun captured in its veins

And the marks of evaporated raindrops

This is a story that is told
A journey unforgotten
One in a thousand
Butterflies
Will not be forgotten

This wing

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No other single object has inspired me so much, as this one broken wing! And I think, that even in its death, this butterfly has given beauty! I have created so many works of art, thanks to this one little blue, broken wing! An entire collection! I'm overwhelmed by the inspiration that I have received from this small, inanimate thing! Which goes to show, that a wing is always a wing; no matter if it is broken or fallen or forgotten!
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