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It is important that we be authentic. Our lives depend on the truth of our very being and yet for some unknown reason, or perhaps a reason that simply cannot stand on its own two feet, we deny ourselves the truth necessary to be free. Freedom is the destination, right? It’s the destination, yet few people take the path that journey’s in its direction. It is no wonder why so many people live outside of themselves or within the dreams that exist on manifestation’s delay. From relationships to the self care that we refuse to acknowledge, we exist a person standing in the denial of what is real, we seek. We seek the light. We attend church. We visit the temple or synagogue waiting for some God energy outside of ourselves to change the very inner of ourselves, who we are at our cores. We need only be honest. That is what Jesus and Buddha asked of us…to be honest. How might we be honest? How might we be truthful with ourselves? That is what is most important, right, ourselves, and not in a forsake all others way, but in a forsake the self way. We can learn to forsake the self who operates as though she does not know truth for the true self who does. When we find him we can be there for others. This is the paradox. May Jesus be to us the very energy that we are to ourselves, and may Buddha be the same self, and Allah, and Jehovah, and Baha’u’llah, and Krishna, and Zoroaster,… What are we so afraid of that the very thought of someone being different threatens us? Let us be okay, and so much so that we are less inclined to tell a person what they need to do, or how they must follow what you do and who you follow. Where has your journey led you? Are you pleased? Are you happy? Free? What then qualifies you to instruct others? Let us be. Let us remain in the space suspended between the vast skies of the infinite and the very ground our feet touch. Touch your feet. Take a moment and touch your feet. Where have you been? Where have you gone, and on what road have you traveled, what mountains have you climbed? What illness have you fought? What dis-ease, what depression? Who is your child? What are you parting to him or her, and does she desire to be just like you? Are you his best friend or someone he struggles with? How might we be authentic? How might we tell the truth…about ourselves? How might we accept our goodness, our wholeness without first condemning it to hell, to sin, to damnation? How might we forget the dogma in order to embrace freedom? Who of you can be so pure that you follow the path to the very letter? And who of you suffer, begging for forgiveness when you fail? But what of your core…the very part of you that needs not to be forgiven because you are who you are—whole—and you’ve never before been separated, only that which you tell yourself. The mind is cluttered with stuff, with that which is easily known as the illusion. Where is your truth when you hide behind salvation? Where is your salvation if not the truth of you? How might we be honest? How might we tell the truth to ourselves and others that the path reveals to us that which it has not always revealed: our truth; that we do in fact question the journey and are afraid to admit it. How might we admit to not seeing how the pieces to the puzzle align when they do not, and how might we be brave enough to admit that we do not have the answers, but are aware enough to know that the answers we’ve been given make no sense at all? This is the path. It is the path that is no path at all, but rather the journey of life meeting each person at their level of understanding. Why does it bother us so to be challenged by our spiritual intimacy? Would not truth and confidence be sufficient to sustain us? Is not our anger rooted in our very own discontentment? We are trapped. We are lodged between heaven and hell trying not to go to one, yet living like the other, too, is undesired. Where are we on the path, this path called our lives, this path called breathing in that which is so conscious that it touches us only when we stumble into our own unconsciousness? How awakened are we when our eyes are closed, shut down in the fear of being open…open to seeing… How might we be honest, authentic, and so much so that our lives change…
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