Angst Over The Truth

I would love to be able to use this cartoon that Mark Parisi has drawn, but I’m not going to pay $$ for it.
It is in the lower right corner, the original scarier version of Star Wars, I laugh every time I see it!
See it here.


What a melt down discovering the truth of God extending to us his unconditional love, this sharply cuts through the veneer seeing through the believed ‘real world’ I thought I was living in, the one that I used as my unmovable point of reference that defined what life and living were all about.

I have heard many times over the years countless stories of children now grown up as adults discovering for the first time that those two closest people in their lives, mom and dad, where in fact their adopted parents. On the other hand, many adopting parents have made it, the truth of their being adopted known to that child or children as the parents deemed best in its timing.

What I want to share here is the scathing assault upon the blind leading the blind within the religious world so many have and continue to be extricated from.
None of us born into this world have escaped the sad reality of when born; we were by nature children of wrath, sons of disobedience as the scriptures so clearly point out. Within that Matrix and it being our only ‘true’ point of measuring anything and everything about life and relationships, little did we know that it was ALL about performing, measuring up, love if you want to call it such, but filled with little or many conditions!

There are many being brought to a beginning point to see the truth that the religious establishments refereed to as “churches” were not their true authority figures, a father or mother, but in fact a surrogate or adoptive replacement for knowing intimately the one who had Fathered them in the first place.
Why shouldn’t there be a violent crashing into the consciousness in these sons and daughters, an intense sense of rage, angst, out of the truth beginning to dawn on them of whose they really are, but all along having this hidden from them?

Performance (law) based living does what it does best, filling our inner being with something we were never designed for, angst, fear, anxiety, self-analysis, comparing and competing with the constant shifting and changing of the rules by the rule making gurus.

There is so much, so many thoughts I have on this matter, but suffice it to say, as I and so many others are learning by drinking deeply into our lives the reality of being loved so powerfully and unconditionally, that the angst and deep anger of having been duped is displaced by a sobering realization that I didn’t have to go to my grave seeing life and love being based upon what anyone person dictated for me.

Rich