As I wander through the dimly lit corridors of my mind, I find the concept of Kenosis beckoning with a silent, insistent pull. To empty oneself, to relinquish the ego and its incessant demands—what liberation it promises, yet how daunting it seems. This notion contradicts the very fabric of the consensus reality that swaddles us from cradle to grave, a reality dictated by norms, by a collective script authored by the many and followed by the masses.
Here I am, teetering on the edge of this precipice, peering into the void of the unknown. The act of self-emptying is not a mere philosophical exercise but a visceral, transformative process. It challenges me to discard the layers of identity and belief that have been meticulously crafted not only by myself but also by the society that molds each member with unyielding hands.
To step out of consensus reality is to step into a realm of profound uncertainty. It is to question not only who I am but what I am meant to be. In this space, the familiar landmarks of right and wrong, true and false, blur into obscurity. What terrifies most is not the act of questioning but the solitude it entails—the departure from the warm, comforting embrace of collective belief.
Yet, within this solitude lies the seed of true freedom. Kenosis offers a paradoxical promise: by emptying oneself, one becomes full. This fullness is not the cluttered, burdensome collection of societal accolades and material accumulations but a serene, luminous clarity of purpose and being. It whispers of a state of existence where one can truly hear the voice of one’s own soul without the cacophony of the world drowning it out.
As I engage with this self-emptying, I confront the essence of my being that remains when all else is stripped away. What values persist when the applause fades? What passions ignite my spirit without the lure of reward or recognition? These questions guide my contemplation, leading me ever deeper into a personal wilderness where few dare to tread.
The journey of Kenosis, then, is one of continual rebirth, a series of letting go and taking up anew. It is a dance with the divine essence of life itself, each step an act of faith, each breath a renunciation of the former self. In this sacred space, I find not emptiness but a reservoir of infinite potential—my true self, unbound and luminous, stepping boldly out of the shadows cast by consensus reality.
Who, What, Where Am I When Everything Is a Lie?
Who am I in this woven web of deceit,
Where truths twist like shadows on the street?
What am I but a whisper in the void,
A fleeting thought, easily destroyed?
Where am I in this labyrinth of lies,
Where horizons bend and the straight path flies?
When every echo in the chamber is a ruse,
Crafted to confuse, to obscure and bemuse.
What face to wear in the masquerade,
When masks are traded, but no truths conveyed?
What voice to use when words are cheap,
Sold to the highest bid, stacked deep?
Who to trust when the trusted have fallen,
When the pillars of truth are rotten, stolen?
What dream to chase when visions are tainted,
When every saint is a sinner repainted?
Where to stand when the ground shifts beneath,
When certainty is a sword sheathed in its sheathe?
How to walk when directions are spun,
Leading back to the place where we begun?
Yet in this maze where falsehoods reign,
A silent beacon remains, a single, steady flame.
Amidst the noise, a truth persists,
Whispering softly, a call to resist.
For who I am is not just what I see,
But what I do in the face of duplicity.
What I am is the choice I make,
To live with truth, for my own sake.
Where I am is here and now,
A stand against the lie, a solemn vow.
For in this dance of shadow and light,
I find myself, my will, my might.
A Counterfeit Reality
In the dimming of our bio-electric fields, in the erasure of the aether that once connected us to the divine, and in the theft of God from our very souls, we find ourselves trapped in a counterfeit reality, crafted to obscure the truth of our origins and our potential. The spark within us, meant to blaze with the light of gnosis, is now buried beneath l…
The process of emptying one's self is the only way to be able to receive a freshly care of good health and happiness. It is like a dietary plan for the renewal of the times.
This is the journey. We are made up of the lies, we are therefore also the lie. Until we are not.