Heqiq
God is a simple word.
Much like “OM” and “RA”.
Less so “Yahweh” or “Allah”.
Why the simplicity?
So what’s the problem?
What’s your problem?
What even is a problem?
Why should we have them?
Do we even have them?
Or are the problems we think we have mere illusions and delusions?
A monstrous mirage?
What’s bothering you?
If the material world/universe is all there is, all that matters, why do we fight and struggle with it?
Why not just accept it for what it is?
You don’t see the tides moaning about having to repetitively ebb and flow.
Nor the stars rue the fact that one day they’ll burn out or blow.
Why not?
Why do we have thoughts & feelings & dreams & wishes & urges & laughter?
Why do we have consciousness itself?
What in all the discoveries of science can account for that?
Science claims to know cause & effect.
As does logic.
But is it doing anything more than describing patterns?
Why are we still so dissatisfied despite all our seeming progress, scientific and otherwise?
Who can answer for this?
Let’s take the anatomy of a problem and dissect it.
What do we mean when we say we have a problem?
There’s something we do not wish to be the case.
We want our reality to be other than it is.
But why?
How does it affect us?
What does it even mean to have an effect on someone or something else?
To be subject to effect means to be vulnerable, insecure, unsafe.
To be vulnerable means that there’s the possibility that we may no longer be intact.
We might lose something.
Something that is ours.
And thus something that is essentially us, oneself.
But who even are we and what do we stand to lose?
What makes you you?
Is it your preferences, your tastes, your likes & dislikes?
Is it the street you were born on, or the family you were born into?
Do they make you you?
Or are we just a loosely-packed-together conglomerate of impressions and after-shocks?
When will we start realizing who we truly are?
At the very heart of our being.
The you that you long for.
That you might travel thousands of miles around the world to find when it was right there inside of you all along.
Because where else would you be?
A mystery. That we think we are missing ourselves.
So keep on searching.
Ever in motion.
Ever in flight.
I wonder where this will lead me.
Or should I stay put and wait for the world to open up to me?
A passive strategy for the same apparent problem.
Who do you want to be?
No, really?
Truly?
Why?
What made you think that was the most ideal?
How could you even possibly know what is right & best for you or anyone?
Do you have a crystal ball?
Omniscient vision from whose giddying heights you can surveil the totality in all dimensions, in every eventuality, past, present, & potential?
Would you even want that?
Could you cope with it?
I’m here to offer you the “Good News”.
You never had to.
All you have to do is see.
Just see.
You, me. We’re no different.
Not fundamentally.
A parameter change here or there.
Means nothing.
Festooned with ornamental character.
But all we truly long for is to unify.
To be as one.
With the one true spirit.
But I digress.
Time to be set free.
Free of cause.
Free of pain.
Of suffering.
Which is not to say that they cease to exist.
But they’ll no longer have a hold on you in the same way.
Just muddy waters you swim through.
Only clinging to your surface.
But you’ll soon enough dry off.
Who wouldn’t want that?
What is better — to need to eradicate all that is disagreeable?
To not be able to withstand anything that may come to pass?
Or to be unbreakable?
A steel sword.
That cuts through the smoke & mirrors.
That is all.
But I shouldn’t finish yet.