Musings of a 6/2 Splenic Manifestor

Cracked open once again my heart washed clean with a salty river of tears. I Am Alive! Suffering, my badge of honor along with the past, my ideas of what was me All together, slowly slip away. A gentle reminder of where I once was and will never again be. To be merged again free to just Be, it's all been worth it. From self loathing to love of Self, My humanity and yours is all welcome here in the space I call Me. Bowing with humility to the Divine within however cruel you once seemed I am now forever grateful for shoving me into hell so that I may know God and walk with him in Heaven Here and Now.

The point of any spiritual system, religion or healing practice worth following should ultimately be to guide the person to transcend the system itself. We can easily get trapped in the spiritual whirlpools of technique, labels and dogma of our beloved systems. Attaching words and stories to describe our pain and success, we latch onto these words to create new identities, holding tightly to the belief that our conceptual understanding of God is what makes us further along than the next one in the game of waking up. However spiritual the words are, however clearly you can understand and convey them, the words alone do not make you more connected. Words can never describe the ultimate truth of your being. When we finally accept that we have no idea what the hell is going on here, nor does anyone for that matter, then we can be cracked open to true wisdom. We start to see we are beyond systems, concepts, words and all the stories of our pain and glory. When the mind surrenders to not k...