01-08-2015, 03:37 PM
(01-07-2015, 06:42 AM)Yera Wrote: Today I asked myself "Who is the master I am willing to serve?" I tried to picture the embodiment of holy Selfhood that I know I can put my trust in- the Will I know will guide me to my own heart's desire. I saw only a white expanse, a sense of everything. Then, I was overcome with a feeling I can only describe as immeasurable tolerance. For a moment I saw from the eyes of that higher self, and from those eyes every desire this personality expresses is holy, no matter how base or immature, for every desire is a desire of the Creator. My silly fantasies were suddenly sacred, and in seeing that sacredness I could feel the chains of obsession breaking away.
That Self, I've realized, will take on any form I desire- anything I need to learn, to express myself, to follow the paths I uncover. At times it has dressed up as a frightening dark entity, playing the role I've asked it to without the slightest shred of judgment, and now the sight of that costume fills me with laughter. It is as beautiful and sacred as the holy guardian angel I now see before me. THIS is the Will I wish to serve to the end.
I felt compelled to share this journey. It has been a very deep and emotional process for me.
We all serve something. Who is your chosen master?
Yera, I recognize in your words something of myself—you think too much.
Though, it works well in writing fiction, which I also do. 
I serve no master. I acknowledge the idea of an adept. But master, no, in the sense of someone/thing to serve. I think and make decisions for myself always, and do not pass that to anyone. It takes courage—what I call the warrior spirit—and carries with it a burden of alone-ness. The idea of following anyone/thing at all is diametrically opposed to my nature.