Everyone comes back to truth in their own time, in their own way. No one requires outside influence, preaching, or whatever contrived manipulation – commonly under the guise of spiritual guidance, or parenting, by those who may genuinely believe themselves as well-intentioned and benevolent – to steer them home, as it were.
Life, is change. It is inevitable. If that’s a stressful idea, fraught with anxiety, it’s attached to some notion that anything in this place is anything but transient. You will “die”, so get on with living.
Imagine we could compare ourselves to a digital camera: the eyes are the lenses (we choose what to focus on), our beliefs are the filters (we choose what, and how information passes through), our mind is the image sensor (information gathering; how things appear to be), and our intellect (education, knowledge, level of understanding; preconception, indoctrination, interpretation, imagination) is a translator, or encoder/decoder.
“What You Don’t Want Me To Say” is the opening track from The Reluctant Pilgrim, Part I. “what You Don’t Want Me To Say” by Trance…
The process of rewriting our story is quite taxing.