As I sit and revisit the past, and think about what freedom means to me, It brings up many thoughts, I remember the sixties, and all the movements, that fought against injustices, freedom of human rights, and all of the other causes of the time, while conducting a raging war, that some were for and some against. Watching people dying for their beliefs and freedoms and as I look around today we are still conducting the same struggles around the world. It’s hard to imagine how this is still continuing, but yet we are, and I have to ask myself, is this human condition, or is there a different way out of the blame game. The path out of my blindness was to find a solution for all my problems including social, economic, political, and religious ideologies. Something that would take me to a new understanding, that all those malignancies, where not a personal attack on me, but were just a manifestation, of my own twisted ideas of what, and how things should be. Nothing changed until I changed, I had to relieve the malady of spiritual awareness in my life that was lacking perspective, and come to an understanding, that it was I that needed to find freedom from me, and no one could fight for that, except me. I don’t need to agree with the world, and its affairs, I just had to learn how to live in it. A process had to be applied, some form of an outline, that would guide me in a direction so I could achieve a new way of thinking, and stop trying to make others think and believe the image that I thought was right, but I was as far from the truth as one could get. The first truth was to admit that I was seriously wrong, the second that I had to listen and find understanding of more grounded truth, the third was to make a sincere effort to change the thoughts I had before, and see the illusion I was under.
I was proposed a different way of thinking because mine had stop working. My distorted views and lack of tolerance were taking its toll on me, and unless I applied this new proposal to every area of my life, I would die in a self-imposed ignorance, taking this distortion with me, and leaving nothing that benefited anything or anyone. Once I came to accept this new way, and the fact that I didn’t have to live or die the way I was thinking, I was given freedom. The freedom to open myself to the reality that this life I was so graciously given, needed to be appreciated, with its flaws, its beauty, its injustice, is joy, its sadness, and all the other characteristics that describe our time on the planet. The beauty of the Great Creator lies in the acceptance that I must give in order to receive, and to earn this gift. There is FREEDOM in knowing this simple principle. I can’t, the Power can, so I need to get out the way, and let it.
Peace Out. M