
Originally Posted by
Timmy
Seriously, the idea just whacked me in the head one day, and my i has never been 'right' since. It seems pretty confusing to me too, but it makes sense.
We mean that there comes a point when critical thought deconstructs the matter reasoned through to the point where nothing makes sense, and knowing that nothing comes from nothing via our own puny comprehension of things inconcievable, there comes in view a crossroad, a choice, and we ask ourselves, "What in tarnation is that thing?"
Having traveled the road to that point time and again and again and again and again and again and again again only to bravely run away, me said to one of my selfs, "Quit chickening out!" There either is a Master of the universe who has made things far more complex that you can grasp, or there is nothing...and there certainly is not nothing.
i thinks, therefore i am not what i thinks. This being the case, i is far from infallible, and my selfs are probably also misconstructions of the ways i misunderstand things the most concretely.
So, the issue at stake was "ground of being" along with how and why whatever i is exists in the first place.
When i used to wreak havok through occult means--sorcery, enchantment, sigil work tied in with eidelons and thoughtforms, it was a process of deconstructionalization onto restructuring my world view to achieve intended results...and it works more than quite well, BTW:
Create a system of beliefs coherent and congruent with the world around your selfs, make the change intended, and get the h-e-double hockey sticks out of Dodge...and a life lived on the razors edge resulted. However, in my's own linear time begain to see castles crumbling until i eventually hit rock bottom...
and the only way you can go from there is up, right?
Wrong.
i met Thanatos on hir own ground, and i was at a loss of ability to control or direct anything. (a Working gone awry.)
i hollered out to Yeshua, and He saved me, placing life back into my "ground of being"<(=soul life= ruach+nephesh onto reviving neshamah) which altercated perspectives immensely. Seeing things from outside the box (tent=body) and far from being connected to it, everything that happens within it's confines is now understood for what it is, the gift from God.
Because He loves me this much, i cannot really find anything more worthwhile than being His slave. The one who gives and calls back His spirit of life back onto Himself gave it back to my me...and life gets better all the time...but hardly in the sense most understand it.
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