I am lost. But come to think of it, this place I am in and what I am writing about may as well be about the television show (and how I hate TV, except for LOST).
I am in a place that I have no bearing and I am afraid to start in one direction or the other because of one simple thing: Truth.
Everywhere I turn are control structures, lines of thought and dogma that cloud the issue and alter reality. These ideas and religions offer you truth, but deliver slavery.
Run from anything or anyone that tells you, ” You must…”
Some magickal writings tell us to create our own framework, while others preach no dogma, which is dogma in itself.
Maybe I’m not after truth, but freedom. Freedom from other ideas and books and religions and television and media and fashion and…the World. Death comes to mind, but this defeats the purpose of the exercise.
Silence is another word. Complete and total silence. Being cut off from anything that can render its message to me in any way, shape or form. Tabula rasa is not good enough. I’m talking womb. I’m talking rebirth. I want to wipe my hard drive and build my own operating system from the ground up.
Everything thought and action will be me and I will set myself free.
