Another Tall Order for Myself.

When something inside you says this doesn't feel right. That something inside you is probably the only feeling that is right.

What do you do when that something is telling you something and yet you can not define that something? The answer is Truth…

It's hard to cleanse the soul; and to purge the mind. What do you do when the delusion is darkness?

You shed some light. Light transforms the darkness.

What if this delusion is all me? What is this nagging feeling?

I have filled the void once but there's a hole in my heart. So I must continue to pour in light. How do I plug this hole? No other human can do this. I must cast away the vice it self. I cast away this delusion and I replace it with light. I replace it with true light and the goodness of light.

I am not ashamed to be a good person. I am not one to follow my lusts. I shed and cast away my lusts. I replace my lust with wisdom and find happiness and joy in being innocent. I will not be taunted by the apple.

I will walk away and be majestic in perfection. I will not worry and concern myself over the lust of others and make them my own lusts as well. Or delude myself with lies or the lack of truth.

I am on my own path to eternity. In the end we walk alone, in the end we are forced to follow the path to the creator and come face to face with such palaver. I can not deny all that I have come to know and learn.

What I have come to know and learn is the Truth. I have tested the truth and been tested by the truth. To deny my truth is to step into darkness and wander blindly only increasing vices.

There is nothing wrong with virtue. It feels fantastic to be clean. Why should I want to wallow in the filth of so much decadence, this would only mean that I am not master.

I am a master.

I am a master at everything I do

From my experience I should be able to clearly see the trap and avoid it. Shall one see the sharp jagged edges; the steel teeth of a bear trap and purposely press the pedal to see if it shall spring shut upon one's own leg. No this is a form of self destruction, suicidal tendencies and I have risen above this juvenile state. Just because the thought of stepping in front of an on coming bus crosses my mind shall I guilt myself into committing the actual act. Shall I step onto the asphalt because I see everyone else doing it; clearly I have seen the results and consequence. Seriously I have experienced the effect of doing so metaphorically speaking. One form of pride that I'm proud to admit is that I am more intelligent than this. Yes one experiences the pleasure of satisfying a lustful crave, but that crave becomes a habit and this habit becomes an addiction and this addiction will always find its way as a path of destruction.

The lust of satisfying all desires of flesh is the ultimate realization that it can never be satisfied. So do we eat moderately and properly in the correct context, of it all to be healthy; or do we gorge ourselves until our belly rolls over our belt and our bowels pour like watered stew as we add our waste to the cesspool. Then do we in our porkish need dive into that cesspool and find joy in being a swine.

Been there, done that and I'd much prefer a gourmet dinner with a respectful cordial guest with whom I can trust and be my true ally in the positive growth of mind, body and soul. To be with someone who can nourish my spirit and bath in a bright crystal pool instead of the latter just mentioned.

One can find all sorts of justifications to be sub-human. Sure I find dogs entertaining and I think watching pigs would be somewhat similar.

However my eye wanders more often to things of beauty, than the ugliness that is piped in by the wicked powers that be, when it comes to entertainment. I guess sometimes we must examine the effects of negativity to understand the consequence of it's impact in our lives.

Not like I'm some sort of prude, but as the final word is; the choice is truly yours and the question is; are you strong enough to not eat that rotten apple?

Reality television says you're weak if you can't swallow the maggots putrid cum that has been deep throat thrusted down your sorry esophagus.

It takes a greater strength to suffer the taunts of the low lifers who make it seem like you are less than a man than to be an animal. Who and what do I have to prove to anyone that I am or I am not?

Would you; even for a million dollars and all this with its subtle karmic twist as you accept the apple. I've seen those who have done much worse for nothing, what comedy. You can keep it; once again I have been there as well.

So I do not come to you as a preacher not even a teacher but as an experienced student who now must make a choice of my own. I write this as most of the things I do, for myself. Perhaps it's a form of being self centered. If so I apologize; for the tight rope I walk is quite a delicate balancing act. So grant me your forgiveness and continue to spare me all comments. I see no reason for you to change because of me, so carry on.    

I am a creator and I enjoy creating. I have come to shun destruction. I want to be a liberator of the soul and mind; not one that binds and ties it up. I see no happiness or joy in bondage. I see a pathetic victim that has no mind to find something more productive to be entertained with. I would rather have my head severed than to accept all the negative logic that would attempt to convince me to otherwise do so...

I will loosen my own knots and move on to bigger and better things.

If I sing and play it will be that of awe and respect in honor of creation and not the worship of degradation; from this point foreword.

Good Luck ~ Michael

Wisdom