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Avalon Senior Member
Join Date: Sep 2008
Posts: 161
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So many interesting points of view - cheers!
![]() I remember when I first came across the notion of a set percentage of 'survivors' and as time went on, I realised that this appears to be a commonality found in almost every theory/belief. Whether that is coming from the fear of, say, Codex Alimentarius or some channelings (but not all) from the Ascended Masters. It's almost everywhere, underlying almost every theme. Curious. The end result seemed the same but the underlying purpose and motivators are different. Initially, I wondered about questions such as 'survival' and 'who am I'? and I wanted to know all the answers. I came across sites offering up all manner of lotions, potions, advice and cures in order to allow people to 'ascend' or 'survive' - depending on your worldview. I don't say this is right for everyone, but as mentioned before, I've had to unpack a messy rucksack and to restore it I had to clean up my gear. At the moment I'm aware that some of that gear isn't as lustrous as it might be so it's a work in progress. ![]() ![]() This feeling might well arise from my life's experience, though. Since I was six I sought 'God'. Not coming from a remotely religious family this resulted in a pair of bemused and bewildered - although very tolerant - parents who couldn't quite figure out what they'd created here ![]() Didn't seem terribly authentic to me. ![]() There seemed no point in attending a religious service because the Boss is watching - you must surely want to be there for reasons other than gaining a Brownie point? There seemed no point in giving to charity unless your heart has compassion in it for its cause rather than wondering if again, the Boss has His pencil poised to pop a tick next to your name. All these things seemed to be something you must genuinely want to do out of compassion rather than to make the grade. For me it was in the questioning of my own authenticity that I found the only genuine way forward. If I didn't want to be kind or charitable on a given occasion, why was that? Were were my uncharitable thoughts stemming from? If I couldn't see a charitable side in me at that moment in time, I didn't submerge it in denial but accepted it with all the discomforts it brought, adding it to the potentials in the rucksack. And if I was being charitable or kind, was this truly from the heart or out of a sense of 'must do'? I felt that I made progress when I questioned my motivation. ![]() I know it sounds as if I spent - or spend - an awful lot of time navel-gazing or lost in self-absorption, but that wasn't really the case. I only needed to clean a bit of the muck off to see the underlying article ![]() |
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