A personality formed. Time, birth date, planets, culture, gender, media, family, friends, rays, experiences, memories, learning. Who am I? Known or unknown? Truth or illusion? Identity or mask?
Within consciousness thoughts and feelings flow. What is each? Truth or illusion? Is the external or the internal to be taken at face value? Are the images we receive via thought or feeling any less creatable than the images we see everyday in the physical world?
Knowledge, wisdom, knowing, feeling, is it all a matter of believing? What to believe? Yet we do. It is believed and thus it is sat in. But for how long? What has one given up to find another sitting point? What waters does one bathe in until seeking another source spring? The waters speak their dissolved agents. We absorb and feel, we know and feel. The pool we become aware of.
Which pool? What influences us? Are astrological influences any different? Imagine transcending the very influences that are said to rule over us from birth. Is that possible? If so, what point is there to astrology? A measuring along a journey possibly? A “something” to be noted? Or not? Is what we give our attention to more an acceptance and allowing of that said subject? Could the simplicity of letting go be truth more so than any complexity? “It can’t be so!” The frustration of unknowingly sitting in ones own knowing.
A personality deconstructed. A cup emptied. Are the words written taken to heart? Is the mystery behind the message investigated? Is the un-is an is to be is? “I am this way because…” Who says? We says? Or, I AM? But why? “It just is.” It is believed.
But what is belief? Belief is a solidifier of identity. Without belief, do we lose our identity? And if we lose our identity, is that a bad thing? To transcend the belief in bad to another thing. But what thing? A placeholder loosened of its hold allows the rivers flow to reveal. But can we deal with the upheaval? Yes.
Just as a loved one near we feel so dear, a loved one afar we neither forget. Reunited we realize in rememberance. What remembering have we forgotten? The given up returned by giving up? The clear window behind the mural drawn. Do we scrape away or do we let go of our focus upon the mirage? If we live within a universe currently, what memories sit in reserve within multiverses concurrently?
To be under the influence of a solar system, is it any different than any control system? For a question as such to occur within consciousness, its antithesis of truth lies outside of said solar system. What system does the control structure exist within? Like an onion, a solar system is but one layer. Its parents, like our own, came before us. Outside of control lies freedom. Our parents prepare us all for life outside of the crib.
Zoltan Blue 