What I’d really like to say on Facebook, but save for Steem

My heart hurts for those needing to be right, who desperately cling to a belief system, especially organized religion. The moment we grasp onto a singular idea we are shutting ourselves off to bigger truths. I’m happy religion can provide a framework or language for us to speak truths our souls can only perceive the edges of. It is a tool, but not truth itself.

Those who cling to any belief completely rob themselves of experiencing anything greater. We have to constantly let go and let our egos die in order to make room for new love, light, and ways of being.

Any words that are divisive are not truth. I won’t stand for close-minded negativity that comes from scared religious zealots. I don’t feel a need to argue what I believe to be true because I’m constantly in flux and my conceptions are able to be molded by engaging discussion. There's no way our human brains can fathom the orchestration of the universe. As soon as someone is belittling of others’ opinions, I won’t participate in the conversation. To me, that’s not dialogue, it’s a few people throwing shit at each other. I don’t have time for it and my energy is too valuable to be wasted on hate.

So, please take extended finger of blame and direct it inward. What are you really struggling with? What are you scared of?

We live in a revolutionary time and there’s plenty to be angry about. Anger isn’t a negative emotion, but it is a fiery one that should be respected and worked with. Denying it only builds pressure underneath the surface. Life, as our teacher, will present us with plenty of opportunities to explode.

I believe it’s my duty to do the hard work of getting to truly know myself in order to rid the world of pain. I won’t hide behind religious or political jargon to mask what I’m really experiencing internally. I wished for a long time that my lifelong subscription to Catholicism would be enough to keep my thirsty spirit satiated, but was left with gnawing unanswered questions and half-hearted “truths”. Later, I found a practice involving Buddhism and Kashmir Shaivism that pointed me inward, but even these teachings I clung to. It’s a constant catch and release, a devoted messy process of admitting I’m wrong in order to find what’s right.

We all have different truths and I unabashedly admire those willing to do the dirty work to unveil their true selves.