From Practices to Beliefs—The Fatal Shift

The hebetude of religious belief, even the fervor becomes pure boredom as the wait sets in. With nothing to do but believe (or watch your favorite mega-preacher rake in cash) what is the mind to do—practice your tongues?

Years ago religion was a practice. Indigenous ritual and practical application accompanied the shaman as a person of utility, knowledge, and healing arts that surpassed the European physicians of the time. The ritual produced something—a far cry from today’s phony sacraments and preachers who merely pile on more robes, pomp, and pop music to cover the inadequacy of the Christian theme. It has to grow more and more unattainable as the subject matures in faith (lest his integrity outwit his belief) restricting the believer to endless need, never passing initiation phase.

“The distance shit falls is equal-to, or less-than the potential splash-back”

Applying yourself into The-Way© meets with more of the same mind—deeper, spoon-bending, concentrated belief, unashamed of the gospel through conditioning, isolation, and surrounding yourself with other “we” believers, ready to wipe up the mess of contradiction with explaining (tissue, standing by)

A useful religion would prepare adherents for the rigors of life—to cut you loose with knowledge to take on the world with the greatest understanding, not a perpetual codependency—the believer out of need (the churches fall horribly short producing enlightenment) and the religion in need of the believers cash.

The monotheistic stall has humanity hamster-wheeling, each generation farther from the last in practical utility. Arriving at belief is less than accomplishing anything, yet the churches pretend it’s the ultimate destination.

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De-Colonizing Your Mind

“Belief is something you turn to when you don’t know your authentic self”

What better way to control people than to make them sorry for being human? Make them believe they are simply fallen—nothing but welfare dependents expected to be grateful for even the most miserable of lives. Atheists can be just as deprecating as the religious. Human viruses, soulless, dispiritual evolutions of nothing more than a dumb, random accident of the primordial ooze. These are not my people.

Consumers, blindly selling their life and time away for gadgets and fleeting entertainment, the next more outrageous and wasteful than the last, trading life for accumulation, ignoring nature (or manipulating it) without restraint or care, but to eek out a few short years in physical comfort by self enslavement while ignoring vast potentials of depth, character, and connection—these are not my people.

Contentedness need only be approached by finding who you are in relation to this very moment of experience. Not a reminiscent wish or future imagination for the finding, but right now. Settling for cleverly worded ideology with unlimited empty promises has proven it will never run its coarse—grinding humanity to a near-dead stop for millennia. We’ve had enough, or maybe not…

Finding unity, the connection to consciousness is not achieved through belief, but by looking back past the colonizers so seeded with religious ego they destroyed the usefulness of practical knowledge and practice—truth once utility to life before Christianity planted its flags and Islam rooted its heels by force.

Spiritual unity—the knowledge of coexistence with the earth, its plants and creatures, the oneness of life before fear, even today is seen in the actions and minds of the child. Eventually we get to them, and such fearing is handed down because we’ve lost touch with the order of things, and death, the natural cycle of life after life interrupted by mere pauses.

“The measurement of our civil advancement is now calculated by longevity. We’ve found a way to miserate ourselves longer and longer, traded for intellectual and spiritual starvation“.

The colonizers, unhappy alone in their own misery and quest for endless greed destroyed countless expressions of being, traded for derogation of everything good and substituted reality with platitudes.

Where we really are is somewhere in the mix of experience measured by time for the moment. Meanwhile “Our authenticity, guarded in distractions and dogmas of fear, is the natural man prior to persuasion, forced down roads of complexity, hiding the subtleness and beauty of the original you”