Other than the post I entered here a couple of weeks ago, it’s been over a year since I made an entry on this blog. I’ve gotten many emails from readers asking why I quit blogging, so I will share what I told them for anyone who’s interested.
When I started posting here, I thought the information I had to share could make a difference. I had seen a way to connect the dots of human experience and religion in a way that made new sense of everything. I thought by sharing the evidence and the reasoning, that I would enable any thoughtful reader to see the fraud hidden underneath the lies we’ve heard all our lives.
But I was wrong. Dozens of blog posts and thousands of reader comments later, I realized that evidence and reasoning mean nothing to a mind and heart unable to relinquish the fairy tales subsisted on for so long. We believe what we believe because we need to, or – to put it less kindly – because the cost of spiritual adulthood comes at too high a price.
This is not to say that the public response to the blog was negative. Far from it. While I did get a lot of hate mail, 70 percent of the people who wrote were congratulatory, even adulatory. Almost all made claims of agreeing with me completely and of finding it so refreshing that someone finally spoke up and said these things they had always known in their heart.
But then they would always add a caveat, the inevitable link to a website with channeled information that was the exception to the rule, or books sent in the mail to me that I just must read from this new extraterrestrial source that is so different from those manipulating gurus and gods I write about. Always the writer, and his particular spiritual/emotional crutch, was the golden exception to the rule. Always, the writer’s guru – or channeled entity or angelic realm – was different from all the rest, the frauds – the REAL THING, the one solid revelation we’ve all been waiting for.
My heart grew sick of it, I grew discouraged, and came to a different opinion about my ability to make a difference: people believe what they want to because they want to. No one strips the illusions from another person’s eyes – we only can remove the illusions from our own. When we want to know the truth, it’s there in front of us. But few people want to know it. It’s easier and more comfortable to be the spiritual child, believing in the consoling fantasy of beings greater and wiser than ourselves waiting in the wings to save us.
In buying into these fantasies, a person is no different than the bible banger or guru foot-worshipper they feel they are so superior to. It’s all the same childish emotional need, all the same refusal to connect with God directly within one’s own being, without ANY outside influence. The only difference is that some of us prefer teddy bears, some prefer blankies, and some prefer dolls.
That’s why I gave up writing. The reasoning and evidence had been laid out, and there was little more to say anyway. When people are ready to grow up spiritually, they will. Until then, I have enough to keep me busy just trying to get over my own spiritual hurdles. I don’t have time to play the questionable role of clarion blower for people who have covered their ears. It’s time for me to take care of my own spiritual business.
When most of the people in the world are ready to know the truth of our existence here, and of the place we come from, they will find it without anyone’s help, and the world will become a very different place. Meanwhile there’s not much point in minding anything other than my own business.
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