The Pebble

You must be wondering why a small pebble was so sad. The way he put it, he wanted more from life. A lot more than this, anyway. “Life? Ha!” the other pebbles would say. “We’re pebbles. We’re only meant to be lying around!” But this pebble felt differently. He never felt like other pebbles.

One day during a particularly rainy day, the pebble found himself buried in mud. “How dreadful!” He thought, feeling very sorry for himself. That night something very strange happened. He felt something awaken inside him—an unshackling of his spirit.

Over the next weeks he felt a growing warmth in himself as he crept slowly upward until he broke through the dirt. He could feel the light of the sun shine down on him and fill him with love and purpose. He sensed the magic of the journey ahead and smiled up at the heavens.

The other pebbles laughed when they realized they were talking to a seed the whole time, but they seemed to find everything amusing.

Many a Winding Path

There was a great wilderness filled with many winding paths. They twisted and turned, sometimes coming together and sometimes veering apart. Sometimes they went a long way only to come to a dead end. Some paths even went on forever without actually going anywhere.

There was believed to be hidden somewhere in the wilderness a beautiful narrow Gate, where only good and beauty was beyond it. Many disbelieved it and thought the winding paths served no purpose. Others declared it a hopeless journey even if it was real. Who could possibly find it and how would you even know if you were on the right path?

Some found the correct paths but headed down them the wrong way and were lost forever. Others headed the right way but the trees would slowly move and twist the path in the wrong direction. Some refused the journey and would stake claim to their own twisted path, refusing to leave it. Others formed groups and helped and encouraged each other. They fared better but even they would get terribly lost.

One day a truly humble man entered the wilderness. For him the the trees would move and twist his path slightly towards the Gate. He made many mistakes, same as everyone else, yet he always got closer to the Gate. Some humbly followed him all the way to the gate where they passed through together.


"For the gate is narrow but many a winding path may lead there."

Breaking free from simulated reality.

I have observed that when someone is happy, they smile. So naturally I have concluded that happiness is nothing more than facial muscles moving in certain way.

This is how materialists see the world, only their reductionist physical explanations for experience become increasingly complex, as if gathering enough data points could ever explain a phenomenon such as joy or sorrow. Our experience is primary and all knowledge comes from it. Materialism is an impressive sleight of hand that fools so many into believing their primary existence is actually some secondary byproduct of stuff doing things. 

With that said, I believe the following truths are self evident.

• Good and evil are real and obviously so to any and all people before modern materialist sophistry was used to blind us.

• Beauty is real and not subjective—though interactive. (Thus we experience it differently!)

• Our true self exists separate from, while deeply connected with, our bodies.

• We feel love and intuition in our hearts. (Our true spiritual selves)

• We feel instinct in our gut. (The wisdom of our mortal bodies)

• The world is created and purposeful.

This is merely a small sample of a large and growing list. From a very young age, most of us alive today have been systematically coerced into filtering out these obvious metaphysical truths because they don't fit the false model of reality we've been given. The more we become aware of our innermost feelings the more alive the world becomes. 

Awareness of the physical centers of our body seems like a great place to start (Heart, Mind, Gut).

Paraphrased prayer from my morning commute.

Jesus Christ, please soften my heart and show me the goodness in the hearts of men and women, so that I may love fully not only my family, friends, and people that make my life better, but everyone who has but one drop of goodness in them, so that they may enter your heavenly kingdom. For every drop is an ocean unto itself.

The Endless Lake

There was an endless black lake with 3 disembodied spirits wandering without aim, when a Great Spirit of Light landed on the surface and created a world of wonder and joy. It was built on the water going far above and below the surface. The disembodied spirits were invited to join in the creation. One spirit went to it without hesitation and immediately became filled with light and rose up out of the water becoming an Ascended Spirit. The second spirit was displeased and spoke for the first time—

"How dare you! Remove this nonsense at once!"

The Great Spirit's voice thundered, "The Lake is endless. You may go away as far as you'd like." And so he left, with resentment.

The third spirit was scared and unsure. For him the Great Spirit created a body where he could swim through the lower part of the creation. He called it "Fish". It would eventually perish and he could then decide whether or not to remain part of the creation or to return to the black whence he came.

The resentful demon would spend his days tricking and torturing the fish and trying to turn him against the Creation. He hated the monstrosity (with all of it's awful blinding light) and wanted it gone, with all spirits released from it. "Why should any-thing exist at all?" he thought. The Ascended Spirit came down and guided the Fish showing him the wonders of the new world, hoping he would join them and stay forever making magical things together.

One day the Fish perished and the Great Spirit asked him "Will you join us? Far greater wonders lie above the surface."

The spirit answered and lived with his answer for all of time.

The Doldrums Beat

When we set sail with laughter in our hearts
And filled to brim a barrel full of wine
Our course we let the shining angels chart
The sun, the wind, our vessel were aligned

Adventure's sweet aroma we could taste
The singing winds did carry us for weeks
Past whales and over wicked waves we raced
Enchanted by the ocean's strange mystique

And when we felt our vigor had no end
The howling of the winds did quiet so
The rising waters started to descend
The creaking ship once swift, began to slow

THUMP THUMP
The Doldrums beat—
The wind without a breath!

WHUMP THUMP
The Doldrums beat—
The air as still as death!

Our lifeless sails were now a monument
To all our greatest hopes, now little more
‘Twas hard for us to keep ourselves convinced
We weren’t better off left back ashore

Muddy clouds they loomed—sun disappeared
That barrel full of wine now quickly drained
The angels, did they really bring us here?
Or should our foolish hearts be held to blame?

Our thoughts they weakly wandered darkened paths
To places we before would never dare
We traded hope for any mortal splash
A buzz to keep us cozy with despair

THUMP THUMP
The Doldrums beat—
The mallets pounding down!

WHUMP THUMP
The Doldrums beat—
The mad but silent sound!

Our wine now gone, we wept and wailed and cursed

How dare the heaven's fill us with false hope!

Our spirits swelled up large but now they've burst

Did angels play on us some nasty joke?

Or was that disappointment in their eyes?
When angels saw us greatly miss our task?
Did we think we were on a children's ride?

To keep us entertained while moving fast?

We wiped our brows and stood on wobbled legs.

Took inventory—water, food and limbs

We found much greater riches in the dregs.

Our hearts were overflowing past the brim!

THUMP THUMP

The Doldrums beat

They pound us to the edge.

We regained hope,
A mighty feat!

And the angels smiled again!

Our ship lurched forward in the reborn breeze.

Now grateful for the lesson learned at sea!