Blessphemy [sic]

Do I believe in angels?   Do I believe in demons?  Ghosts?  Luck?  The devil?  God?  No, but I have, and I might again one day, and I believe that you do, and that makes them real.

Spirituality is the secret flame burning within all of us.  We fear it, ride it, invite it, and die by it.  Speared into the forefronts of our imaginations by a fear of death and dying, we allow it to rule over the things we do, as well as direct when and how we do them.

The secrets of life… they hold so much beauty and charm, they titillate us and shape who we are.  And yet, scientifically and psychologically, they are meaningless phenomena of supernatural experience.  But this doesn’t stop even the most rationally-minded from clinging to God’s coat tails in reverence and awe– or is it fear?  As we have become more technologically and scientifically advanced as a people, mankind hasn’t lost its sense of spiritual rules; instead, it has only found new and exciting means to justify what we do and why we do it.

The rules change, you see.  We witness this in ways that even in the holiest of all holy books changes within itself– from the old law to the new.  Similarly, as the collective whole changes and grows, our spiritual laws governing us make adaptations of themselves in order to conform with what we now believe is right.  Still some of us tether ourselves in chains to the old laws, because change is frightening.  Still we bare our teeth in anger at the breaking of the ancient covenants.  But does that make us wrong?

Even the staunchest supporter of the old ways is not errant.  Truth is an interpretation of reality, and no matter how bizarre or trivial our reality, it is what IS for us.  Regardless of what it is a person believes, it works to the extent to which they believe it.

The problem of spirituality is that there is no truth.  We can see, touch, and breathe truth in spirituality, but it is only because our eyes only see through a lens of our own belief.  Our fingers touch through the gloves of our own belief.  The air which we breathe comes into our bodies through a fog of our own belief.  This is not to say what we experience is invalid– quite the contrary.  What we experience is our reality.  It is real.

In our quest for truth, however, we readily negate anything that fits outside of our own.  We discard with disgust the vile things that separate “us” from “them.”  Perhaps this is a survival tactic.  Perhaps our own evolution has segregated us based on our experience of reality.  Perhaps it is because those things we clench to our hearts are so prominent within our lives that to see other ways of being as legit is inherantly blasphemous.  And blasphemy… is the million dollar question that no one ought willingly begin to posit.

Do I believe in angels or ghosts?  Demons or the Devil?  Luck or God?  I know they are real because you believe them.  I believe they are real but not in the same way that you do.