Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2013 3:28:35 GMT -5
If we have a brain to think,
then it follows that ignorance is something very-important.
Without Ignorance, what is the need to think?
As a child, my religious conditioning was such as to avoid pleasure at all times
an wait until I was dead, then Jehovah would reward me for being a good lad.
Like a good lad, I took the bait. It wasn't till my father-died that I realised conciousness,
the bright-form. I didn't know anything about Life, why I was here,
I just lived my conditioning the best I could an stayed out of Gaol.
Although I was 27 an doing it, I didn't know for what purpose I was doing it
as I wasn't allowed to experience pleasure.
Grace came in the form of Death.
If one is dammed young in life,(5) an taught to be as hard as steel, they get to feel nothing but hardness in life.
When death came to my Father, I broke-down, cried an in that crying lost my conditioning when the dam burst.
It was then I saw conciousness; I also realised that I had no-idea about what it was an toyed with the burning bushes in front of me, speaking with my dead dad: They appeared to burn brighter for an affirmation an lessor as a negation as I blubbered away telling him a few home-truths an that I was pissed-off he hadn't told me about death.
From blacker than black to a brilliance brighter than the sun,
I stumbled back-to the funeral-possession an played-out my roll as, Son of the Deceased
yet now I was impregnated with a seed of bright on which to unravel into the future.
No longer totally IGNORANT I was Ignorance with a spark.
then it follows that ignorance is something very-important.
Without Ignorance, what is the need to think?
As a child, my religious conditioning was such as to avoid pleasure at all times
an wait until I was dead, then Jehovah would reward me for being a good lad.
Like a good lad, I took the bait. It wasn't till my father-died that I realised conciousness,
the bright-form. I didn't know anything about Life, why I was here,
I just lived my conditioning the best I could an stayed out of Gaol.
Although I was 27 an doing it, I didn't know for what purpose I was doing it
as I wasn't allowed to experience pleasure.
Grace came in the form of Death.
If one is dammed young in life,(5) an taught to be as hard as steel, they get to feel nothing but hardness in life.
When death came to my Father, I broke-down, cried an in that crying lost my conditioning when the dam burst.
It was then I saw conciousness; I also realised that I had no-idea about what it was an toyed with the burning bushes in front of me, speaking with my dead dad: They appeared to burn brighter for an affirmation an lessor as a negation as I blubbered away telling him a few home-truths an that I was pissed-off he hadn't told me about death.
From blacker than black to a brilliance brighter than the sun,
I stumbled back-to the funeral-possession an played-out my roll as, Son of the Deceased
yet now I was impregnated with a seed of bright on which to unravel into the future.
No longer totally IGNORANT I was Ignorance with a spark.
