It (whatever IT never was) is nearing its end when you start recognising (from day to day) how you are not taking words, gibes, and other’s opinions of you or your opinions of you nearly as personally. Anytime we are offended, it is always the egoistic false self that has taken umbrage. It would rather be angry and guilty than be transformed. The identity crisis (more accurate than a midlife age-based meltdown) collapses in an almost direct relationship to the egoistic phoney self’s previously e

It (whatever IT never was) is nearing its end when you start recognising (from day to day) how you are not taking words, gibes, and other’s opinions of you or your opinions of you nearly as personally. Anytime we are offended, it is always the egoistic false self that has taken umbrage. It would rather be angry and guilty than be transformed. The identity crisis (more accurate than a midlife age-based meltdown) collapses in an almost direct relationship to the egoistic phoney self’s previously external validations as still born by titles, interest inventories, positions, status trinkets, “what was” and “what should have been” deadwood storylines, places, people’s opinions of the mentally contrived nonexistent self-image and woefully undulating mental ideas you (and it’s kind of embarrassing) used to take seriously. The education, trivia that is increasingly becoming laughable and the whole mental illusionary mime that served its fictionally absurd and ludicrous pseudo-personal aberration until this hoodwinked and hilarious caricature you witlessly imagined as “the little me” was merely a walking and talking mannequin caught up in this makeshift land of Oz. It’s embarrassing as it is humiliating to the egoistic charade and self-illusion of a nonexistent idea you witlessly and tightly wound into a loose cannon creation concocted from the chaos of being a kid, a temperamental teen, a court jester adult. It’s like saying: “Son of a bitch! This pensively unrelenting horror story I’ve both liked but more so loathed is a freaking joke! Hell! Whoever I thought I was isn’t and I was hoodwinked and I’m waking up!” A paradox. Because the mind is so afraid of seeing there is nothing wrong, it will think: “Oh God! If there’s nothing wrong then there’s no hope! Because if there’s nothing wrong than there’s no hope for little me to make it right.” It is humiliatingly hurtful and it hurts like the hell it always was but LET it. There’s no going back and the good news is you’ll soon SEE that you don’t want to tread decades of water anymore. The jig is up, there’s no crisis whatsoever because there’s no parroting puppet able to pretend it’s any longer an identity. That sucker is gone. That sucker never was. “BE WHO YOU IS CAUSE IF YOU AIN’T WHO YOU IS, YOU IS WHO YOU AIN’T.” It’s easier to fool someone than convince someone they’ve been fooled. Oh my! Defending fear is a sure sign too much salt has begun melting the slug. And while this awakening (per thousands of others and my continual experience is episodically painful, the sharp edges ebb and flow. Do not be impatient and learn, via trial and error, not to become desperate when the angst and maybe ever a few dark nights of the soul visit. That’s all they’ll do is visit. Fear will NOT kill anyone. It’s a phantom but seems very real when you’re going ‘through’ it. Get that? Through it? it isn’t a matter of the Lovingly Merciful true God (that most of us in the West weren’t given in the West) of tormenting us. Quite the contrary. Someone reading this knows what I’m saying inasmuch as you know you must eventually say: “Let’s do it,” and jump in the deep end. You will not drown but learn the Third Eye creativity of the Cosmic Triune Christ. Never all OR nothing like Sink OR Swim. No. The Spirit, Buddha self, Comforter, Perfect Lover, Source — will reveal the simplest realisation when you cease fighting. For example, float on your back. Get out of the water. Drain the pool. And eventually, dive to the bottom because the way down is up and the way up is down. When our God experience is all about ascending up the ladder of success and using God as a problem solver and sort of Santa Claus, that’s an experience we find was a delusion. No more missing the point. You’re not running out of time but into timelessness. Ain’t that a trip? Until then, enjoy here and Now. “Born again.” There’s nothing overly spiritual about those two words. It simply means start back at one by unlearning dogmas and divisional words and worthless differences that make no one more or less worthy merely because we hatefully and fearfully have learned to mouth them. The eyes of a child. They don’t judge, compare, or compete. Let your hatred and dualistic mentality go.