This year something has been unearthed in the collective unconscious that has spoken and forced everyone to stop dead in their tracks. We perceive it as a smothering silence, like hearing something from under the water or through a wall. The more we try to stifle it the more enraged and incisive it becomes.
The Terrible Mother has awoken and she’s melting away all the facades.
I had to take my time to sift through the world for the truth. I had to know all the ways the truth wouldn’t manifest and wouldn’t behave. That’s how I learnt to recognize what to avoid and not engage at all. I had to, in order to know that the battles I’m fighting are worthwhile and not projections of my ego. I had to in order to know that my intuition was true. I had to in order to trust God.
Tawheed (توحيد) is the ultimate alignment with God source, the surrendering of free will which essentially is a creative resistance, a breakaway from the divine will. Something that we were gifted with to test us whether we’d find our way back or we’d be convinced by the original rogue Agent.
It’s to come back full circle and hand in the keys, choosing to stand by instead of being on the playground of illusions. It’s to know that you can’t ever see through the truth even though it’s plain and simple because you’re not equipped to see and understand Allaah’s essence like that. Illusions are super easy to see through and that’s why they are always hidden in plain sight, overly complicated to give off the impression of divinity, of omnipotence. It’s predicated on making you doubt yourself so you can project your consciousness onto it, seemingly animating the illusion. You’re believing your own lies.
But Allaah has given you the keys to the house, the car, full transparency. You’re actively encouraged to look for inconsistencies if you can find any. He’s subtly teaching you how to see through illusions, don’t you get it? By giving you full autonomy and permission to question and explore Him or your perception of Him, He’s dispersing the clouds of mystique and aloofness that demonic forces shroud illusions in.
You can’t see through the truth because there is no end to it. There’s nothing that takes over it. It’s abundant and limitless.Because it’s an extension of Allaah. Illusions however use a fragment of the truth, eviscerate the essence of it which is love, fill it with fear and ego, and present it as Truth. It can be a kind word, charity, even claims of being religious. Virtue signalling. But it’s anything but. It’s a ruse. It’s a scam. It’s to wear something you don’t embody. It’s to appear in a way solely for the purpose of being upheld in people’s positive projections on you.
Illusions are words. Think about it. If people were mute and deaf , how would they show off? How would they get their fix if they can’t hear what people are saying about them? How would they convey anything other than their actions?
And that’s another reason Iblees hates Adam. Iblees knew the objects but Adam was given the essence of their names. Iblees thought that because he’s seen what his peers on earth haven’t seen or known, that that endowed him with grandeur. Adam exposed him without meaning to (no pun intended!). Iblees was triggered because he realized if the angels themselves were dumbfounded, he could never shine. To him, the angels were on the top of the chain, the elite. He thought the divine was an aristocracy. To see them surrender and readily admit their blunder in favour of Adam enraged him. I guess he eventually wanted to be put on a pedestal by the angels. He thought he was on the comeup. Adam shatters his ladder of illusions and there’s no going back from that.
Though Adam knew the meanings and names, he didn’t know the purpose. He only learnt of the purpose when he was misled by Iblees beating him to it by telling him what he can’t contest or discern anyway. That’s what iblees excels in btw. To find the piece of information you don’t know and lay claims to it before you can challenge him. And then instill fear or doubt in you so that you don’t dare explore it. He’s smart, gotto give him that. But intelligence means nothing really. Wisdom does. Wisdom to know there’s always something you’re not aware of.
If you were to find clarity within, you wouldn’t need to convince others of what you intended or meant…
Comfort is the search of asylum from the inner battlefield between the true reality and a false perception. It’s an illusion and like all illusion, it’s a mental prison.
Clarity is the result of divine amnesty given to those who braved the tension of confusion in search of the truth.
The truth and love can’t be co-opted within the confines of comfort. It’s not something you can acquire, rather it’s something you transform into and a reality you gain admission to. The path there is crooked and rife with distortions and road blocks that exists within us all as a result of false perceptions, dishonesty, fear, hatred, unprocessed suffering, etc. You can’t bypass the blocks because the path lies within those blocks. By dissolving and integrating those patches of shadows, you unfold into dimensions of light that were inaccessible to you.
You don’t need anyone or anything else to find clarity just like the dawn doesn’t wait for the night to disappear to make its entrance. Its entrance is what disperses the night.
Truth is so darkened nowadays, and lies so established, that unless we love the truth we will never know it.
#I think God creates writers with porous souls and eyes like black holes that absorb everything. And before a writer can become a bona fide writer whose work touches souls and transcends time, they are made to suffer. They dissolve in the acid of apathy of people. The world in its entirety seeps through their encased ego by brsouls are borne out of the world and not into it, and they are essentially catapulted out of this dimension.
I don’t know why, maybe it’s because they pen thoughts and thoughts are the building blocks of worlds and souls? And to discover what to write about, they have to use their own soul as a laboratory?
#Invest in the one who is grateful for what you give because that means that they know how to receive love, and won’t feel entitled.
And love someone who is patient with difficulties for that is one who won’t bolt when you reveal the parts of you that sends uncomfortable shocks through his unmet parts.
#Whatever i lack is with Allaah. Others can’t give me what Allaah hasn’t given me. And they can’t deprive me of what Allaah has given me.
I’m whole and complete. Allaah doesn’t require me to be something or someone I’m not because that would entail that His act of creation is faulty, subxaanah.
He created me to be precisely who I am. But I need to be aware and discover the clues He’s left for me and to reconnect with Him through the symbols that transpire in those clues. My purpose is to be gratefully aware, mindfully enduring.
#Ya don’t have to worry about making people stay, or figuring out whether they are about to leave. Just promise yourself this: to never leave yourself just like the sun doesn’t cease to become star when night falls. When you become grounded in your core, people and things will naturally find a home in your orbit. But that can’t happen if your commitment to yourself is wobbly.
#I’m kept sane by understanding the insanity of the world, and I gain will to live through the words of the dead. I live in this world but my spirit is in another realm. I enjoy solitude for it affords me the company of those who left telepathic messages in books and HTML codes.
My independence of mind is my hazmat suit.
Truth gives direction
Love is: motivation
Truth gives form
Love is : colour
Truth is creation
Love is: miracle