Author: Spiritual Heretic

Throw the Baby Out with the Bath Water

Everyone says, “don’t throw the baby out with the bathwater.” And when the awakening process began, I wrestled with all these spiritual teachings, teachers, ideas, concepts, trying my damndest not to throw that baby out. But that baby had to go.

That’s the only way you’ll reach truth. Realize truth. You have to throw the baby out with the bathwater. Drain the tub and let that baby spiral down into the great black hole of nothing forever.

Holding onto that baby when you drain the tub is like holding onto false beliefs while you stare truth in the face. You’ll never recognize truth while you’re holding that baby.

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You Cannot Escape the Matrix

“You want to escape the Matrix. Enlightenment is the truth of knowing you can’t. You only have two choices in life: you can play the game or not, play your part or not.

The moment you escape the Matrix, you become not you.

When you become not you, you aren’t playing the game… because you must be you to play the game.

When you aren’t you, theres no game. You disappear. Karma disappears. The idea of reincarnation disappears. Who is there to reincarnate?

You are the matrix. You cannot escape what you are.”

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A Walk with Mystery

Clouds of mist from the rain;
a jungle of thorny nettle.
The trees are thin and died long ago,
broken off at 6 feet,
Walking through, stomping with heavy feet:
an earthquake to the carpenter ants scurrying along their way.
I can’t avoid stepping on them, they’re everywhere.
No doubt, I left some unintentional carnage behind.
Doesn’t everyone?

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Creating Reality is Like Weed Whacking

“Creating reality” creates an artificial reality.

Creating reality is like weed whacking. Your creations are artificial constructs. The weeds are reality. You can maintain your artificial construct as long as you perform maintenance and keep cutting the weeds.

However, the moment you take your finger off the trigger, your creations come to a halt and reality takes over.

That’s an exhausting way to live. Yet humanity is obsessed with this process.

Reality, on the other hand, may not be all roses, but it’s truly effortless. In fact, if you sat down on the couch and never moved so much as a finger ever again, the sun would still rise, the moon would still set, and life would continue.

Amazing.

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Angels Are God’s Hands

He sits before a tangled road;
a trampled path so trodden.
leaves have all grown black and dead –
lost and long forgotten.

Beyond the blackened entry way
sit faith and premonition.
angel’s breath does block the sound
of failed destination.

Once he sat before this path
so many years before;
leaves were proudly dancing green
and paved the way with Lore.

Angels filled the sky above
with wings so pure and grand.
he wished for peace to find him soon;
for love to take his hand.

‘Twas no surprise to him, you see,
for faith had led him there.
the angels sought to bring him love,
but said he must beware.

God so gave this man a choice:
“watch the angels fly;
let them be the ones to choose,
and none will pass ye by.”

He showed the man a life of love;
the happiness he craved.
every dream had been fulfilled –
he lived a life unscathed.

“But Angels are the hands of God
and if you pull one down,
I’ll seal the path I’ve shown to you
without so much a sound.”

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