Big Picture

Life is a strange and wondrous occurrence. I’m still not sure if it’s even real or that we are in some kind of computer simulation.

We are cast into this world completely dependent upon those who are destined to let us down. Due to this, we all carry with us some sort of “Stockholm syndrome” experience that warps us. If our parents don’t put us through it, we’ll be given any number of “authority” figures out there to play tyrant.

Due to our dependency from the beginning, we don’t really know anything about life. Because our parents also suffer from this same strange form of arrested development, they feed our souls to the very institutions that did them in. Strangely, about the only thing that our parents ever give us of value is what they have discovered through the cracks of their own indoctrination.

For some of us and for reasons that I will never fully understand, we are meant to see through the façade and start finding our own way out of this maze that leads so many astray. It’s sort of like those computer-generated pictures that hide 3-D images in plain sight. Most will never see the hidden image at all. But those who do want to see it again as it goes from both beautiful to horrific but it’s the closest thing to being real that we have ever seen.

After finding it, we soon discover that the image disappears when we look away from it, even for a moment. So, we retreat within ourselves to seek that which is without image or form, only understanding.

With this understanding comes an obligation to at least try to get others to take a closer look at the picture being painted for them. The truth hides in plain sight.

If we are to find our way out, these second-hand belief systems must be brought into question. They are not there to assist us in this life; they have been put in place to control us.

Nowhere is this more apparent than those minds who serve some institutionalized religion. Yet the most convincing lies also have their sprinkling of truth. Unfortunately, that truth has been twisted into suiting the purposes of our rulers.

The Jesus story is a case in point. If you wish to believe in the literal story even though it has been told no less than 16 other times throughout recorded history, that’s your business. But if the story is more about blind faith in an image than wanting to more fully understand the nature of the character described, I want no part of it.

I don’t believe in any external Savior; at least not as an individual. We are all meant to seek out the attributes of the character in the story. We are drawn to them as we somehow know that the picture will become clearer as we choose to follow a certain inner path.

The Savior story has profound meaning when taken in the true spirit in which it has been offered. It only deteriorates after hearing the threats that come after it. It is a story of standing for your truth even when threatened with death. It means doing so alone if need be. It means that there is no excuse for initiation of aggression, as the Savior character would never do such a thing and still be able to call himself a Savior. It can also mean trading in your cloak for a sword to defend against those who do.

Whether this is all part of the game, I don’t know. But the time for sitting on the fence is drawing to a close. Each of us as individuals will soon be forced to decide for ourselves just exactly what we serve. From the soldier under orders to aggress upon his own people to the looters of a collapsed society that justifies the need for the soldier in the first place, our individual choices are coming soon and the culmination of those choices has everything to do with the fate of us all.

Take time to look more closely at the big picture. Find a moment of stillness so it can be revealed. Our beliefs create our world. They might as well be our own.