Establishing an Unrestricted Foundation of Creative Activity

All opinions and viewpoints are powered by the CONVICTION, or CONFIDENCE that is instilled within them by their creator or else by those who believe in them. They are mental things that increase in power and intensity in proportion to the strength of the confidence upon which they stand.

Looking back on history we see that the behaviors and ideas that are considered accepted change incessantly depending upon what VIEWPOINT is established in that particular society, at that precise time. These things are inconstant. The very fact that they change is proof that their validity depends upon the IDEAS of the time. It shows that any one mode of behavior is not to be considered more or less right, worthy or desirable than another in an absolute sense. It is a simple result of the strength of the ideas being held at the time, which ideas were set into motion by some strong thinker and his will–a product of VOLITION or INTENT. It is simply the result of the strength of the conviction, belief or confidence behind the idea that churns and mixes it into the tangible something that we call physical reality.

The Thinker’s Questionnaire

Am I modifying my thoughts and actions to fit within the confines of someone else’s ideas and desires without questioning the reason why?

Do I believe that their conceptions, whatever they may be, are superior to mine?

Have I molded my life around the opinion and viewpoint of some other expression of life, embodied or not, and consequently discounted my own equally valid and powerful perspective, as well as shelved my own desires and stunted my latent potentials?

The Dark Whisperer

I found myself stumbling this this way and that, searching furiously for my enemy. Marching for ages, through shine and storm, through hell and heaven and back through hell again, ever longing, ever yearning to find and destroy that which was the source of my despair. I attacked my brothers, my surroundings, lashing out at any and everything in desperation.

And each time that I believed I had found it, and overcame it, I was mistaken. The removal of this obstacle and then that one. The attaining of this power and that possession, but none proving to be or to destroy the final enemy. Not at all. Not even close.

The Walls of Reality

And it was at this point that I was left thinking about all the time that I had wasted. All the seconds, minutes and hours that I spent doing nothing. Spent waiting. Spent viewing the future as the solution to the present. It was then that I realized that I should have spent all of this time learning, growing, evolving. But I had been too lost. Too lost in what I believed was thought. Too lost to even realize that I was lost at all… My mind jumping from one thing to another in a never-ending circle of chatter and misdirection.

I remember being submerged in the illusion… When I didn’t realize that I wasn’t really alive at all.