Origins 🕯️

 Hello Darkness, my Old Friend.

    Today is the day I dread the most. The day I do not enjoy anymore. Funny, when I was younger, today was all the hype in the world. Now? It’s a constant reminder of just how far I’ve fallen.

    Nightmares continue to haunt me, as I struggle with this battle. I dreamt of being surrounded by family last night, all gathered to celebrate life. My 3 day old nephew was there as well, fresh out the womb. He didn’t look like much of a child, to be honest. His face and eyes seemed more like they were extraterrestrial than anything else. Perhaps all newborns look like that. Or, perhaps I was dreaming. Go figure, eh?

    Overall, being surrounded should have been a cause for celebration. Instead? I was stricken with grief. Stricken with the financial bear of reality, haunting me even within my dreams. Amazing, how the chains we are given in this realm, follow us onto the next. How the mind is able to conjure up such aggressive methods to remind of os our enslavement. I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again- We are in a battle for our soul.

    Life here on Earth is a funny one. When you take a step back, and truly think about it- everything is a house of cards. Everything we have built as a species, truly has been constructed on shaky ground. We have literally been adding a layer to each structure, without truly checking its foundations. We continue to rise and rise, seeking God, without checking to see within ourselves first. The hypocrisy is next to none. Society itself, is ran off of a couple poorly constructed rules. Rules, which we ourselves have built. We, who have lied, cheated, stolen, and murdered. We, who in the beginning, could not be trusted to govern ourselves. Fascinating, isn’t it? It truly is the blind leading the blind out here.

    In the beginning, it’s truly hard to understand what went on. So much of history is lost in the wind, destroyed by fire or water or by the very hands of those who are meant to protect it. Some people like to pretend we were a bunch of primates, running around the world, throwing sticks and stones at each other. Others, like to pretend, that we were born from clay and moulded from the hands of God himself. Others, like myself, believe that something from the heavens came down, and genetically modified us themselves. Whichever version you choose to believe in, the facts remain murky. The truth seems to elude us all, slipping thru our very fingers. It’s one of the most frustrating things in all of history, in my humble opinion. 

    Most people don’t care where we came from. Plain and simple. Most people, are barely people to begin with. They are simply zombies, or robots, running around, thinking about nothing at all. They’ve filled their heads with all the nonsense in the world, making them obsolete in the grand scheme of things. Truly, a stroke of genius by those who rule above. If I were running the world, I would want as many people as possible to be completely distracted by nonsense 24/7. I would guaranteed that these subjects, who are viewed as nothing more than ants in my eyes, continues to be exactly that- ants. No need or desire to sit and think. To sit and question where we came from, or who we are. What is our purpose, and why are we here? Nope. Instead, let’s talk about Tik Tok. Prada, Gucci, Hermes. Blah blah blah. Always thinking about the next materialistic item they can hold. It’s pathetic.

    Understanding your own roots can be extremely empowering. Even in today’s world, a fraction of the population is extremely interested in at least knowing what country of origin that their ancestors came from. Which is admirable, and a good start. It allows them to at least dig into the past, with curiosity, driving them to find answers to the things they wish to know. However, most simply stop there. They get a half-assed answered, handed to them, and call it a day. They’re satisfied with seeing some website shout some foreign country, and figure that’s all there is to know. It boggles me, the laziness and stupidity of humans. To finally scratch the surface of your true power, yet quit as soon as you receive the smallest of rewards. I cannot understand the lack of intelligence that we as a species demonstrate, over and over again.

    Perhaps we will never know our true origins for certain. Perhaps, everything will be left up to a mystery instead. We may have to listen to others, who claim to know the truth, and take their word with a grain of salt. We may need to simply sit back and realize, that the information we seek is lost in the sands of time. Regardless, there are clues lying around us. Clues, which we can investigate and draw up conclusions ourselves. Information, which has been left for us to read and exercise within our minds, in order to help us unlock the ultimate question- where did we come from?

    Ultimately, we may never reach that conclusion. We may dance around the truth, over and over again, without ever tapping into it. We may spend hours, even days, researching and learning about all the myths of origin and blocks of life which have been suggested by those before us. Forbidden knowledge, tossed and turned, over and over, just to leave us asking more questions than we originally came with. The truth is stranger than fiction, in most cases.

    Maybe the truth isn’t the final answer. Maybe, the destination was never meant to be the key. The true power, true knowledge, lies within the journey we must take in search of it to begin with. The ability to look far past what is being shown to us, as a society, and understand that there is something more than what meets the eye. The drive to find answers to our own questions, which most of the population has completely forgotten about. Imagine, waking up in the middle of a dream- and simply accepting it as reality.

    Whatever the truth is, I know it’s out there somewhere. Answers, to all of our questions, hiding in plain sight. 

        Glory Be,

                    Amen.