This is sort of what’s been bugging me the past little while. And has lead me to just think- “I don’t know anything at all, and don’t claim to. And I don’t want to argue. And I just want to live life. Simple.”
Everything I’ve believed in metaphysically and esoterically, which to me felt like some kind of secret knowledge. It felt awesome, because it felt exclusive, ahead of its time perhaps. However, the amount of information, misinformation, disinformation from all angles, from sources you can’t even establish as reputable- it’s hard to establish truth. I’ve come to think that perhaps even the metaphysical world is a distraction. Any information that comes to me, I take lightly and openly. I prefer to work on myself, use my imagination and creativity to make things come to life.
It may be that I’ve been fed so much mainstream info, and I’ve absorbed alternative info like it was candy, that I’ve been hammered with nonsense. I don’t want to believe what anyone says because it all conflicts and it intersects and history could be falsely manipulated, but so what? why should I have to know what’s right? To serve my ego? It’s in the past. And so what if there are interplanetary entities guiding us? What if they don’t exist? And who’s to say aircraft aren’t entirely military projects to dangle string in front of us making us think aliens exist for example. What if our consciousness creates experiences we can’t comprehend, such as projecting another being who speaks to us, making us think its real. We’ve seen how people after stroke can spontaneously speak another language. Consciousness is bizarre. And what if we believe in the experiences, how do we truly measure subjective belief? If we think something is real, how is the reality out there not something you perceive, and thus create? Also, I see nothing wrong with believing whatever makes your heart content. I love hearing people’s firsthand experiences and opinions. I honestly don’t think concrete evidence is reputable to prove the mystery that is life and consciousness perceiving itself. So my answer is, I don’t know. Reality is a shifting enigma. This is not to say it will stop me from learning, that wanting simplicity is a cop-out. No, not at all. On the contrary, learning is a fun hobby. I’m just not bent on being biased nor completely skeptical, why pick a side? I’m open to all of life’s expressions, which can be similar to reading fiction. It’s all beautiful. Have you ever felt worked up over something that you read from a fantasy novel for example because of its level of reasonableness? Probably not. So, I don’t see why reality should be treated any differently. Life is adventure.
What truth is there that’s more important than this immediate moment of creation? The truth is consciousness. Being conscious. You decide. You create.